#the idea came to me in a dream. the dream was much steamier.

[hrodvitnon]

Local blockwart stops during her patrol to help cute bookstore assistant with stocking shelves.

[morganaawriterr]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Showering with Sunghoon;

Pairing; fem!reader and boyfriend!Park Sunghoon Synopsis; You love showering with Sunghoon. He is the best boyfriend, takes care of you even in the shower, not letting you lift a finger. Not even to wash yourself ;) Genre; Fluff (a bit suggestive) Warning; None (?) Sunghoon is a true GENTLEMAN!! Kinda horny!Sunghoon because you are just too hot (?) My Masterlist;

A/N: This is the Sunghoon version of the, 'Bathing with Ni-ki' scenario. When i was writing the Ni-ki one, i already had the idea for this one heheheheh. I can't tell each one of them is my favourite, but... a man like Sunghoon (at least the one in this story) is my dream!!! I hope you guys enjoy it, likes and reblogs are always welcome, thank you so much <3

Also, happy Christmas eve, my loves ♡♡

If there was one thing you loved doing with Sunghoon, it was showering together. Everyone knew he was a gentleman—always opening doors for you, making sure you weren’t cold when you went out, and keeping his eyes on you to ensure you were safe and comfortable. And when you shower together, nothing changes.

Sunghoon knew you better than anyone else. He understood how you always put others before yourself (blame it on being the older sister). So, whenever he could, he took it upon himself to care for you. When you showered together, he refused to let you lift a finger—washing your hair, using all your scalp products, and gently cleaning your skin for you.

So, when he got a text from you saying you’d be taking a quick shower, he rushed home. Stepping into the foggy bathroom, he heard soft music playing—Cigarettes After Sex, as usual. Sunghoon quickly discarded his clothes and approached the shower. Before stepping inside, he paused to admire you.

Your sweet voice carried softly with the music, your head tilted back under the hot water, the droplets cascading down your body like a sculpture brought to life. To him, you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and he couldn’t be more grateful to have you.

When your back was turned to the door, he finally stepped in. His tall frame came up behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. You jumped slightly in surprise but quickly giggled. You loved it when Sunghoon was clingy.

“You should’ve waited for me…” he murmured into your ear, resting his face on your shoulder as the hot water poured over both of you.

Turning your head slightly, you pecked his cheek. “We have to be quick, baby. I promised your mom I’d meet her at the mall by 3 p.m. We’re picking out new things for her kitchen,” you explained to your handsome boyfriend. Then, you turned around fully to face him.

The water had completely soaked his hair, and he ran a hand through it, pushing it back. You gazed into his eyes, captivated by the view in front of you. His pale skin was drenched and shining before your curious eyes.

“Why didn’t she call me?” he whined, wrapping his arms around you again, as though he wished he could be under your skin, just to be closer to you.

“I’m the one with the interior design degree…” you joke, resting your head against his chest, savoring the warmth of his skin against yours and the hot water cascading over both of you.

Sunghoon doesn’t respond; he simply kisses your hair and holds you close for a few minutes. The bathroom grows even steamier, the air heavy with humidity. You look up at him, captivated by his handsome features— his big nose, juicy red lips, adorable moles, and the depth of his brown eyes, completely drunk on love.

He gazes back at you with equal intensity, his mischievous fingers trailing along your side, sending goosebumps across your skin. The way you look at him—those beautiful, pleading puppy eyes—are enough to drive him crazy. Slowly, Sunghoon leans in and captures your lips in a slow, loving kiss, his soft lips molding perfectly with yours.

Your arms wrap around his neck as your fingers weave through his black hair, gently pulling. His tongue teases its way into your mouth, and the kiss quickly deepens, turning hungry. The sensation of your wet, nude body pressing against his is intoxicating. You finally pull away for air, your foreheads resting against each other as you both catch your breath.

“Turn around so I can wash your hair,” Sunghoon says in a breathy voice, regaining his composure and focusing on taking care of you. His hands remain firmly on your hips as you turn, your back facing him—a sight that makes him momentarily wish his mom would forget about your plans so he could have more time with you.

Noticing he hasn’t moved, you glance back over your shoulder, only to catch him staring at your body with a sly grin, his hands gripping your waist a little tighter making your skin turn white.

“Hoonie…” you call, snapping him out of his trance. A soft blush spreads across his face as he realizes he’s been caught.

“Sorry, princess, I got distracted,” he mutters in a low voice, quickly reaching for your favorite shampoo to get started.

You turn your head forward, giving him better access to your scalp. When his skilled fingers begin massaging your hair, it feels heavenly. He always has a way of being so gentle yet confident, and it makes your knees weak every time.

Sunghoon has a habit of massaging your neck while washing your hair—one hand steadying your head while the other works on your tired neck muscles. You gulp and bite your bottom lip. Today, for some reason, his touch feels even better than usual, making you momentarily regret agreeing to plans with his mom.

“All done. Let’s rinse you off,” Sunghoon says softly, holding your hand as you turn to let the water rinse your hair. As the warm stream flows over you, Sunghoon notices your quickened breaths.

“You okay there, princess?” he asks with a knowing smirk, fully aware of the effect he has on you.

You don’t answer, just nod, your eyes still closed. After rinsing your hair, he applies a bit of conditioner to your ends, gently scrunching them to enhance your waves. While the conditioner sets, he grabs your loofah, squeezing out some of your body wash before carefully lathering it.

You let him take over completely, utterly under his spell. His hands move with precision and tenderness, washing every inch of you—from your neck and arms to your chest and belly. He even kneels to wash your legs and feet with the same care. You watch him with hearts in your eyes, completely smitten by his loving attention.

When he stands again, you turn around, brushing your hair to one side to expose your back. He resumes his task, one hand holding your waist affectionately while the other traces gentle circles over your skin as he cleans you.

Sunghoon smiles when he’s finished, admiring the way your skin glistens, still covered in bubbles. He leans in to press a quick peck on your lips before turning the water back on to rinse you off. Stepping back, he leans against the cold tiled shower wall, his mischievous eyes tracing the path of the drops as they slide down your body.

Noticing his gaze, you smile and gently take his hand, pulling him under the warm stream. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you rest your head against his chest, craving the comforting sensation of his skin against yours. The two of you stay like this for a while, soaking in the moment, until your hair and body are completely rinsed clean.

“Do you want me to wash your hair too?” you ask, looking up at your handsome boyfriend. He returns your gaze with a soft smile.

“No, princess. You can go see my mom. I’ll finish faster if I do it myself,” he says, his thumb caressing your cheek affectionately. You laugh, knowing he’s right. If you stayed, things would likely go far beyond just washing his hair.

“I love you,” you confess shyly, placing a lingering kiss on his perfect lips before stepping out of the shower.

“I love you more,” Sunghoon replies sweetly, his heart swelling at the sight of your radiant smile. “I’ll be waiting for you…” he adds with a playful wink as you close the door, your laugh echoing softly in the steamy bathroom.

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[tatooinequeeen]

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Simon “Ghost” Riley & König x Female Reader

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Chapter Five: Sugar

One Week Later

Mind. Blowing. Sex. You savored the moments between the three of you like a decadent chocolate melting on your tongue. But you also craved the intimacy of one on one time, truly the best of both worlds when it came to König and Ghost. They were still figuring each other out, the dynamics they forged working together helping the process along, but you were a much needed reprieve for both of them at the end of the day. One whole week of sharing each other in every way felt like a fever dream that you never wanted to end and hopefully, if you were reading the situation correctly you would never need to worry about that.

König shuffled through the front door and dropped his bag on the floor before rushing over to you and pulling you up and into his arms. You wound your legs around his waist and hugged him back, loving the intensity with which this man showed you affection. “Did the bed get delivered, Schatz?” His sweet voice was muffled against your neck. You nodded against him. You realized his height combined with two massive men sleeping in the same bed as you made no sense in your small king - so you sprung or rather they sprung on a custom bed so everyone was more comfortable. You had to get creative altering your sheets to fit but at the end of the day it was a small price to pay to have them both with you at night. You slept so deeply in the middle of them, you had no idea how you were going to cope the next time they went on a mission.

He walked over to the couch and settled you comfortably on his lap, brushing your hair back from your face. “König, can I kiss you?” He nodded and you lifted his mask off, setting it on the back of the couch and smoothed your hands through his hair. His gorgeous eyes closed at the contact and he let out a soft sigh. You loved touching his hair, the silky strands made you slightly envious but it was the sheer vulnerability he showed you that really made your heart melt. You leaned in to kiss him gently, which then turned steamier when he nipped your lip. He slid his tongue between your lips and you opened, granting him access to plunder you. You kissed him back with abandon and started a gentle rock of your hips on his lap.

“Nothing better than coming home to your partners making out on the couch.” Ghost huffed with feigned irritability. “Sure wish poor Simon over here got an invite.” You laughed against König’s lips. “Get over here, then.” Ghost pulled off his mask and rushed over to the couch - ever the eager one for affection these days. You pulled his face toward you and kissed him deeply. König pulled him away from you as soon as he could and gripped the back of his neck, kissing him with a sensuality you felt voyeuristic watching. Ghost sat back with a dreamy look on his face. “Now that’s the way I want to be greeted everytime I come home, loves.” König shook his head and smiled, you just looked between them with enough love pouring out of you to blanket all three of you.

Ghost gave König a look and then they turned their twin attention on you. You smiled, happy to be the center of their world. “We have something for you, liebling.” You had no idea what it could possibly be aside from sex and somehow that just didn’t seem like what they were talking about. Both men reached into their respective pockets and presented their item to you.

In König’s hand was a stunning sapphire and white gold ring. Covering your mouth with one hand, staring up at him in shock, you were absolutely speechless. “I want you to know that I have a long way to go with learning how to be vulnerable with someone else, Mein Schätzelein. But I am falling in love with you and want you to have a piece of me with you always.” You stuck your left hand out and let him slip the ring onto your bare finger. As he slid it along your flesh, you felt something digging into your finger. Before you could think much of it, Ghost drew your attention to him and presented his ring. A brilliant emerald set in white gold, you noticed it mirrored the ring now resting on your finger, just opposite. “You know that I love you, and now that we have König to complete us, we wanted to make sure you had a reminder of our love everyday.” He repeated the process König just completed and you felt the same sharp sensation. Puzzled, you looked between them.

“You see, loving us isn’t always going to be easy. Sometimes it’s going to hurt. But if you try to remove the rings they’ll dig into you and draw blood.” Your eyes widened. König picked up where Ghost left off. “You’re ours.” The symbolism wasn’t lost on you. You adored their sharp way of loving you and having a reminder that you were theirs was never a bad thing. The rings fit against each other as they were designed to, perfectly.

A happy tear welled in the corner of your eye. “I love you both more than I could have ever imagined loving someone else.” They wrapped their arms around you. “I am yours, both of yours. Forever.”

The End

Note from Tatooinequeen; I always planned this fic to be about five chapters but…if you want an epilogue just let me know. 👉🏼👈🏼

[jasmine-tea-latte]

(Some of) My Favorite Zutara fics

Warning, looong post ahead!

Zutara Fanworks Appreciation Week snuck up on me, so sadly I haven’t had time to properly contribute anything. I’d love to participate next year or maybe even before then (I play by my own rules, folks!)

Still, though. I wanted to at the very least pay tribute to some of my all-time favorite Zutara fanfics that I’ve enjoyed and have inspired me over the years.

(Click here for my post on Self-Love Saturday, where I shamelessly promote my series The Phoenix and the Dragon and share a bit of backstory behind how it came to be in the first place.)

I’ve shipped Zutara ever since Fall 2006, and I have been fortunate to read so many excellent fanfics since then.

Some have made me laugh, others made me sob, others straight up made my heart burn like it was shot full of lightning:

So in honor of @zkfanworkweek​, below are 13 of my favorite Zutara fanfics, in no particular order:

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Rated G(eneral)/T(een)

Engulfed by Luaburachid

Zuko finds himself engulfed by love.

A sweet one-shot of our favorite firebender discovering how deep his feelings are for a certain waterbender. It’s just pure fluff and always brings a smile to my face.

 we hold our hearts in silence by psychedelic_aya

Seventy years later, Korra tries to figure out Zuko and Katara.

Oh, this one is so bittersweet but oh so good. It alternates between flashbacks and Korra’s POV watching an older Zuko and Katara interact. Just… ugh. My heart.

 Day 6: Found by SooperSara

When Sokka comes up with an idea to get rid of Joo Dee, Katara finds herself in the Lower Ring of Ba Sing Se with a tea server she did not expect to meet.

I love a good Jasmine Dragon AU where Katara / the Gaang actually interacts with Zuko while he’s undercover as Lee from the tea shop instead of what happened in “The Guru.” This is so much fun to read, and my only complaint is that it’s not longer.

 Celestial by SooperSara

An unexpected dip into the koi pond at the North Pole brings Zuko in contact with the spirits and grants him insight to his destiny. A destiny he isn’t sure he wants.

Another by the talented SooperSara! Actually, you should check out all of her stuff. It’s all so good, and I absolutely adore this one. It’s pretty canon-compliant and the ending… oh, the ending makes me tearbend. Ma’am, I’m still weepy.

 this little fuse we lit made something in you by SecondStarOnTheLeft

There's a secret door in the wall of Katara's room. Things go a little further than planned, once she opens it.

What happens when Katara discovers a secret tunnel (secret, secret, secret tunnel, yeah!) that leads directly to the Fire Lord’s bedroom? Reading this fic is like settling down to drink a hot cup of Iroh’s tea – it’s soothing, sweet, and thoroughly warms the soul.  

 Dancing in the Dark by damagectrl

Post-Season 2 AU: While in Ba Sing Se, Katara and Toph hear a rumor about two tea servers in the lower tiers of Ba Sing Se and sneak away go to investigate only to have their suspicions confirmed. On her personal time, Katara tries to teach herself to dance and fails so badly, a masked man takes pity on her to try to help.

This is one most OGs will probably remember. It’s also one of the first ZK fics I ever read, back when I was a wee lil bb Zutarian! It was originally posted in Oct. 2006 and takes place between “Appa’s Lost Days” and “Lake Laogai.” One of my all-time favorite Bluetara AND Jasmine Dragon AUs. Heck, all of damagectrl’s works are fantastic reads, for that matter. I highly recommend checking them out, especially this classic.

 such selfish prayers by andromeda3116

Katara's ambition, so long set aside for the good of others, breaks free and sets fire to her soul. Or, Katara has a vision of her canon future, casts it aside, and becomes a world-changing politician instead.

There’s a reason why this fic is one of the highest rated on AO3, if not THE highest. It does right by Katara and gives her the ending she deserves. 10/10 would recommend.

 better than things dreamed of in the forest by catie_writes_things (SERIES)

As a child, Bumi knew: his mother was a waterbender, his father was an airbender, and he was a firebender. Something about these facts did not add up, but it would take him a long time to understand.

Hands down, one of the most heartbreaking fics / series I’ve ever read. The author describes this as the adultery fic for people who hate adultery fics, and it certainly packs an emotional punch in the gut. Personally, I’m not one for the “Zuko and Katara have an affair while she’s with Aang” fics in general, but this one examines the fallout caused by a single night of passion and all of the consequences that stem from it, especially how the ripple effect of their choices impacts everyone. Even though it breaks my heart all over again every time I reread it, I can’t recommend it highly enough. 

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(More fics, several with high ratings, are listed below the cut)

Rated M(ature)/E(xplicit)

Moonlight and Sunshadow by GrapefruitTwostep

The dragon offered Katara a deal: protection for her family and tribe if she lived with it for a year and a day. And she said yes. Because what other way was there to save her people? But there was more to the dragon than Katara bargained for. An "East of the Sun, West of the Moon" retelling.

A fairy tale AU in which Zuko is cursed to live as a dragon and Katara is certainly no damsel in distress. You’ve probably heard some version of the original fairy tale before that this fic is inspired by, and it’s such a delight to read.

 The Blackfish and the Dragon by ama

Katara grew up in the Southern Water Tribe under the tutelage of Hama, the only waterbender ever to have escaped Fire Nation captivity. When Zuko arrives at the South Pole, seeking the Avatar, they are more than ready to defend him. Then one day, the Southern Water Tribe receives a petition for peace, and a proposal of marriage.

One of the best arranged marriage AUs I’ve come across. Iroh is crowned Fire Lord after defeating Ozai, and Katara must find some way to peacefully coexist with her hotheaded new husband as she also finds a place for herself in the Fire Nation.

 Confused by thispieceofwork

Zuko stood. "You told Aang you were confused. Are you confused because of me?" Katara was silent, arms crossed in front of her. "Don't make me answer that."

Starts during “The Ember Island Players” where Zuko overhears Aang and Katara’s private conversation on the balcony. This is another fic that will shatter your heart into a million pieces but it’s oh so worth it in the end.

 A Heated Exchange by Smediterranea (SERIES)

Katara had not considered herself to be someone who would have earth-shattering sex with a guy whose name she didn’t even know. But here she was, certain that she had never made a better decision in her life.

An AU two-part series of Katara getting familiar with a certain handsome guy who lives down the hall in her college dorm. It’s funny, cute, and cuddling while watching Planet Earth has never been hotter.

 Bonus day: Tea Shop by cincilin

"Hello and welcome to the Jasmine Dragon. Today's special is—" he cut himself of with a sharp intake of breath, at the same moment that Katara placed the voice and looked up.

'He has hair.' was her first thought. Then the rest of her brain caught up with her and she started to get up, sending Momo scrambling to hide under the table. Season 2 AU, during "The Guru."

I told y’all, I *LOVE* a good Jasmine Dragon AU fic, and this one-shot checks all the boxes: heart-to-heart conversations? Witty dialogue and banter? Bending match that turns into a makeout and something steamier? It’s got it all.

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This was only going to be a list of maybe 5-7fic recs, but well… oops. I also kept the above list to completed works only, just because this post is already long enough.

Several of my other favorites that get honorable mention include:

Thinking Out Loud (WIP)

The Summit (WIP)

Sparrowkeet (Series)

Purr

The Nature of the Blue Spirit

Rhythm of the Rain

Fault Lines

Clarity

Seriously, there are just SO MANY good Zutara fics out there. I had to cut myself off from adding even more, because I could go on and on and on. Much like Admiral Zhao, I have no. self. control. 

I love you all, my fellow Zutarians ❤️💙💜 Mwah! Happy ZFAW! 

[drkoestersmithrpg]

Have To Go To Bed - it gets MUCH steamier from here...

Then there was John’s new information from (the books.)  After many lengthy conversations with Robin, his recently-acquired and very-well-taught familiar, Lavern Post did not actually one familiar.  According to John’s studies, and according to Robin, she had four.  The very idea made Peter feel exhausted.  John hadn’t actually come out and said that he intended to acquire all four, but he was hinting very strongly at it.  Peter head swam at the concept.  [description of how the newly acquired Robin had to feed at Peter’s witchesmark for three days before he was strong enough to feed from John, description of the four of them in Peter’s bedroom (damn he was glad they had enough money to pay for ben and may’s retirement living in style.)  Peter leaned into Tony’s arms.  Robin, looking very much like an earnest, pale brown-eyed boy, about 17ish, with a strange English accent and shy, halting voice, feeding at Peter’s mark (with Tony’s permission, Peter would never have dreamed of doing it without Tony there) The familiar (Tony insisted it be called a ‘little spirit’) seemed terrified of Tony, but was convinced to feed from Peter’s witchesmark as long as the Apostle Luke stayed close.  Peter actually had fond memories of that night.  Peter would always think of John as “terminally straight,” but he was also a damn good-looking guy, and Peter enjoyed watching him treat Robin so tenderly.  They were all snuggled together on the bed – Peter leaning into Tony’s strong form, Robin feeding from his mark, sandwiched in between him and John.  Tony kept a firm hand on Robin’s chest.  In the early days, familiars were able to speak very little, and Tony served as an interpreter.  Every few minutes he would turn Robin’s head away from Peter and the familiar would feed by sucking John’s fingers.  When Robin fed from Peter, John stroked his hair gently.  Peter found himself doing the same, only to find Tony pulling his hand away.  But Tony didn’t mind at all when Peter reached out to touch John’s hair, nor when John touched him.  

It was sweet, but each night turned into a bit of an ordeal, waiting for John to carry Robin in his arms out of the room into the privacy of the room down the hall.  Then he could allow Tony to take care of the problem that feeding from the mark always caused, no matter how much Peter wished otherwise.

The acquiring of Robin had been an educational and eye-opening experience, and left Peter with two pieces of information.  One, that he was very ready for Matty to acquire his familiar.  John as a friend, and their friendly touching was sweet and peaceful (and peaceful was the key word, especially as the feeding went on into the night and Peter’s head began swimming and he began losing track of whose hands were where.)

But Matty and Peter?   They had a special kind of friendship, the kind that sometimes involved both of them and Tony at the same time.  And that made him look forward to the acquiring of Matty’s familiar.  

And Two, that after Matty, he was going to have to get Tony to create another witchesmark.  One that wasn’t connected directly to his groin. Something different from the one Tony fed from.  Farther away from his heart.  Maybe on his left foot, for instance.

John, naturally, wanted a witches mark of his own, and while that was an excellent idea, that was just one more thing on Peter’s absolutely endless todo list, which was what was making Peter exhausted.  He was currently laying on the couch, watching something ridiculously heterosexual and porny on HBO, but he was simply too exhausted, emotionally and physically, to do anything about it.  He couldn’t’ even find the moral fortitude to get up when he heard Sarah come back into the kitchen, where she was now engaging an exasperated John, trying to cram in a few more minutes of studying his medical text books, in yet another conversation about how she was in the right and Missy was in the wrong.  

The only think that did get him up off the couch?  The knowledge that Anton would be visited his bedroom, probably in a few hours, looking for him.  Peter might not be awake when that happened, unfortunately.  The day had taken its toll.  

But that, by itself, wasn’t terrible.  Peter had a very fond memory of something Tony had told him, directly after they had become lovers.  Really lovers, not just lovers in dreams.

It had been their very first night together, in fact.  The house had been completely empty, May and Ben visiting the DeSlaughters for a meal (suggested by Tony in a dream) and leaving Peter behind.  After it was over, Tony had startled Peter by asking if Peter wanted him to leave.

Peter pulled him close in alarm, and was gratified to feel Tony’s arms around him, holding him, it seemed, in relief.

“Is that what they asked you… after they were… after they were done with you?  You were supposed to just leave?” Peter whispered, wide-eyed. He was still trying to wrap his brain around the enormity of it all, what they had done, and what it had meant. The idea of being alone, now, was just terrible.

“Sometimes I would be sent out to check on the animals,” Tony was saying gently, but Peter felt like Tony was just trying to excuse the behaviors of his previous masters.  

At least Peter knew that, hundreds of years from now, Tony would also speak well of him.

“I’d rather stay with you,” Tony was saying now, gently placing kisses on Peter’s forehead, where the sweat was cooling.

“Because you like to feed while I sleep.”

“No, because I like to watch.”

With that knowledge Peter trudged to bed.  He would wake up in He was too tired for a shower, too tired to do more than take of his shirt and shoes.  He would wake up in the arms of Anton, who would help him undress the rest of the way. Sleeping in Anton’s arms was certainly not the worst thing in the world.  Anton could feed while Peter slept, and then watch him sleep to his heart’s content.

“But who I need is Oberon,” Peter realized, even as he collapsed onto the bed.  He barely had the energy to get his head to the pillow. “Oberon would explain it all, would make it all make sense.”  He couldn’t call Oberon of course, Oberon had a full docket tonight, just as he had every night.  (explanation of how many politicians Oberon visited every night and why.)  But someday Oberon would be free, and then Peter would ask him for advice.  Of the four kings, that was king that was supposed to contain all of Tony’s dreamweaving skills, and as a side effect was a profound understander of human beings. “Oberon will tell me what to do,” Peter mumbled, sinking into the bed.  “Oberon will tell me how I’m supposed to keep going.”

 Peter’s eyes were too heavy to keep open, and yet sleep eluded him.  He sighed in frustration… and woke himself up.  Dear god, he hoped it wasn’t going to be that kind of night, but he feared it would.  Dream after dream about being awake, dreams that didn’t feel like rest at all. Mostly of arguments or bad news about even more best-laid plans falling into pieces like [description of mice and men poem].  He was settling into yet another dream-argument with someone, someone he didn’t even recognize, when he felt gentle lips pressing against his forehead.

He opened his eyes and smiled in wonder.

“Oh… oh why are you here? Oh I thought you’d be too busy… oh you came…” he whispered between kisses.

Oberon lay beside him on the bed, gently kissing him on the mouth and gently stroking his face. Sometimes he would pull back enough to trace Peter’s lips with his fingers, and smile.

Peter loved it when Oberon smiled.  His hair and beard where shot with grey, far more than Peter had ever seen on Tony. He was still devastatingly handsome, especially when he smiled.  Peter reached out and lovingly stroked the crinkle’s on the king’s face when he smiled, the crinkles at his eyes and at the corners of his mouth.  When Tony looked this way, it meant he was very sick or else very tired.  But this was Oberon’s guise at all times.

Oberon’s guise also involved a body that only existed from the waist up, which is why Peter reached down to haul a blanket up from the foot of the bed, covering the king up to his chest.  Then he lay back down.  He had to grin… it was just like when he was sixteen, kissing Tony with a blanket inbetween them.  But he didn’t care.  He stroked Oberon’s face, kissed his mouth, and smiled.

“But I’m keeping you from your work, you have so much work to do…” Peter whispered.

“My dreams were brief tonight,” Oberon whispered back (but Oberon never spoke over a whisper.)  “Brief dreams are very effective.

“Oh… is that true my king??” Peter teased with a smile.  “I thought the most effective dreams were epics…

“Oh,” Peter said, suddenly pulling away.  “Epic dreams are your favorite, and you gave that up for me?  To be here?”

“You needed me,” Oberon murmured, pulling Peter close.  For quite a while they lay that way, kissing and talking.  Sometimes Peter called him “Oberon,” and sometimes “my king.”  And sometimes he called him “Tony.”

“You can help me sleep tonight,” he said finally.  “I’ll need your help.  You can give me pleasant dreams.  I need good dreams.”

“There is something else you need, my master…” Oberon began.  Peter opened his eyes to find out what it was… he put a lot of stock in Oberon’s advice…

…then his eyes went wide as he felt Anton’s weight behind him on the bed.  

He tried to turn to great the other king, but was even more surprised when Anton put a firm hand in his belt loop… dammit he had been so tired he hadn’t even taken off his jeans… and yanked him into position.  Before  he knew it, he had Anton’s sizeable erection pressing against his ass while Oberon kissed him on the mouth.  Even worse, they were moving together, Anton’s trusting against him as Oberon’s tongue moved in and out of his mouth.  Peter’s eyes couldn’t open any wider… Oberon’s kisses were always so sweet and gentle. Not since that first night that the four kings were created had he been so overtly sexual.

“Is this what I need?” Peter gasped, pulling his mouth away for air.  He loved the king’s wicked smile.  “Oh, well, if you say so.  Who am I to argue?”

[nightrose64]

I had the most lovely dream last night that might make a great fic if you are inspired. I was the actress in Betrayal, but Tom was playing Jerry instead of Robert. As the production goes on, the kissing scenes get steamier (he finds THAT spot on my neck!) until I tell him my feelings, he says he doesn't reciprocate & doesn't do romance in the spotlight. After another man asks me out & I say yes (but don't realize it's a date) he kisses that spot during the performance & whispers that I'm his. 🤯

Uuhh wow that's a great prompt! I really do love it 😍 must've been quite the emotional rollercoaster as a dream... I unfortunately don't know much about the actual play Betrayal, or about the specific production they're doing, I only roughly know some stuff from interviews and general knowledge about Pinter's plays.

So... I would really like to write this though. Would you mind much if I just came up with an imaginary play that has Tom and 'you' in it? Bc I honestly don't want to get Pinter wrong, that's just a literary crime 😅 but yeah, I love the idea of this!!! I'm doing it 😁

[petri808]

Change of Ascendancy

Nalu Love Fest Bonus day 10/27/17 Piercing prompt 

My final entry for this week.  Thank you for reading my stories, it was a blast writing them!  Please enjoy  : )  To read this story or more of my works, find me on AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/users/Petri808/works

The 24-year-old blonde sets up her guest room, getting ready for her Saturday night client.  This evening will be the man’s twelfth session, but who was counting?  She plops down on a chair and looks at the clock, 8:20pm, he’ll be there at 9 she smiles to herself.  After working in this industry for a couple of years now, this was the first time she’s looked forward to a particular client’s visits.  Sure, there had been a handful of bad seeds, men who tried to push things past the rules set in the club but nothing she or the bouncers couldn’t handle.  Most of the guests were just average patrons, if you will, looking for something different, a little more exciting than the typical partner was comfortable dishing out.  

But she was no typical girl.  Realizing in her teen years that while she didn’t always need to be in charge, the most satisfying bedroom games for her seemed to stem from controlling the situation, unfortunately, she also quickly learned that most guys prefer it the other way around.  So, her sex life ended up being few and far between.   That is until she came of age and learned about the world of the dominatrix, where she could get her kicks and even better, get paid to do it.  Well, not that she’d call herself a true dominatrix, she didn’t just dish out pain like they are commonly known for, no she’d use either physical or mental tricks and tools to drive these men wild.  Of course, the key to this endeavor was always maintaining self-control, and never getting personally attached.  

But this guy tonight, he started out as one of her typical clientele, probably had a high demand, intense or stressful job that required a lot of concentration or control, and to unwind from such an environment, sought out the very opposite world of being dominated.  And, three months ago, he had walked in for the first time, an obvious newcomer that she had to school in the do’s and don’ts of this avant-garde style.  The first thing being their safe words or nicknames, hers was always “Star” and he had chosen “Dragon”, she later learned he had a small fascination with the mythical beasts, primarily the fire breathing types.  If for any reason something was too uncomfortable they could simply call out the other person’s name and the action would cease.    

She had no idea what he really looked like because she required them to wear head masks to conceal their identity, but what she could discern was that he had a sweet personality, a very nice body, not to mention a ‘package’ any girl might kill for and the most gorgeous green eyes she’d ever seen.  He seemed close in age to her and always treated her with the utmost respect, never rude or demeaning, simply a very pleasant demeanor.  She couldn’t help looking forward to his now standing Saturday appointments.  In fact, lately she’s been skirting the rules of the club, absolutely no penetration but… while her job ordinarily doesn’t include any touching with their hands or other body parts, and mostly physical punishments with tools, with him she couldn’t seem to help herself…    

Natsu walks up to her door as he usually does, knocking first before entering.  She signals that it’s safe by buzzing him in from a second room where she waits.  He follows the now well-known routine of putting on the mask she has laid out for him and stripping down to his boxers before knocking on the second room’s door to let her know he was ready.  Lucy’s policy is the client can wear anything else they choose to bring with them, but the mask is mandatory; he just chooses to be in only his boxers since he’s too embarrassed to bring anything more, wild.  As she enters the room, she sees a huge grin on the man’s face just light up.  “Well hello…. Dragon…”          

By the time he left his apartment that night, he was practically giddy over getting to see her.  Saturday had become his secret pleasure and he spent most of the week simply rushing through it just to get there.  He didn’t know what it was about this woman that had struck his soul, but she just seemed to know exactly what would drive him utterly mad with passion.  So often he found himself dreaming that his once a week trysts could become a more permanent situation but alas, it was probably a fantasy held by many of her clients.  Who wouldn’t fall in love with a woman who could not only pander to your deepest desires but looked the part of a fashion model and still underneath the exterior facade you could sense the sweetness in her spirit; a total oxymoron of a doe eyed, sweet smiling, tongue pierced; if that’s all she’s marked with, whip wielding goddess.    

The sheer luck in finding her was thanks in part to a co-worker who recommended checking out the local Fairytail Club to help him unwind from their stressful job as firefighters.  His friend regularly visited a blue-haired woman that catered to his odd fascination with water and ice, that maybe developed because it was the very opposite element of what they deal with daily.  At first, he was hesitant, thinking that it was just an S&M club and he had no interest in being whipped and frankly assaulted; he dealt with enough pain from his day job.  So, he was thrilled to learn this club was different from the typical ‘sex’ clubs in that they focused on pandering to whatever the client required; within reason of course.  And this woman was adept at satisfying his desires without getting too rough.  

For the last three weeks, the sessions have taken a turn for the better, at least in his mind they have.  He knows that it might be hugging the line when it comes to not just the policies of the club, but even the original rules set forth by the woman of how much physical interaction was allowed.   The thing is, she was the one initiating these ‘changes’ and hell if he was going to stop her.  Last week he found out how soft her lips could be…

“Good evening Star…” his ear to ear grin giving away his excitement.  ‘Holy Fuck!’  Up till now, the woman’s outfits were black leather strapped or strapless bustier or corsets, tight mini-skirts with black fishnet stockings or leggings, sometimes studded or chained or otherwise adorned, with knee high stiletto boots; but always, always black in color.  Not tonight, no tonight she’s changed it up on him donning a scarlet red, strapless leather corset, a loose, black leather skirt that was so short, her firm little dairy-air peeked out from the bottom edge, and the end of her stunning stems, 5-inch high stiletto’s that really accentuated her calves.    

Lucy sashays up to the young man tapping her riding crop on her thigh and smiling.  His eyes following each swish of her hips with the hunger of a starving man, so much so, that he forgets himself and reaches out to grab them.  Poking his chest, “Tsk, Tsk…” she wiggles her finger and raps the back of one of his hands with the tool.  “You’re being naughty tonight and bad boys require punishment…  Now get on the bed and cuff one of your hands to it!”

“Y-yes ma’am…”  As soon as he turns to walk towards the bed, Lucy strikes his ass with the crop.  “Tss…” he winces slightly from the sting but continues to climb onto the bed and cuff his left hand.

“Oh, stop your simpering, I barely hit you.” she scolds while pushing him down onto his back.  After securing both ankles, she crawls over and straddles his hips, another new move on her part, while she leans forward to strap a collar and chain around his neck.  His breathing almost stops for a second when her ample breasts push down against his chest.  “But, I think I’ll be nice tonight and leave your right hand free… just in case.”  She pulls on the end of his leash, “Now what shall our game be today…”  

~~xx~~

The following Wednesday, Lucy readies herself in the mirror, last minute primping before her date arrives.  They had met online through a blog about her favorite anime about a month ago and tonight was their forth date.  It was a little uncanny how well they seemed to get along, it was almost as if they had been old friends that simply found each other again.  This firefighter was such a gentleman with her but very serious and well she wouldn’t call it controlling, just cautious.  She figured it had to do with his job, always having to be on alert and frankly she didn’t mind playing the damsel in distress sometimes.  

She hears the knock on her door and opens it.  “Hi Natsu.”

He holds out his hand to her, smiling.  “Hey Lucy, you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” she adjusts the strap of her purse and takes the offer.

“You look great tonight, Luce.” He beams at the gorgeous blonde on his arm, still in awe that he managed to land such a babe.

She bushes mildly as his twinkling green eyes pulls her into its spell, “You look very handsome yourself Natsu.”  

Dinner was a simple affair for the budding couple as they laugh and converse about their week, the anime that brought them together, or just anything that pops into their thoughts.  Afterwards they decide to get some drinks at a quiet little lounge, settling nicely into one of the intimately tucked, corner booths.  After a couple of hours and a few rounds of drinks in them, things are starting to grow steamier than either had expected.  Normally, Lucy waited until a couple of months to go any further than a good night kiss but there was just something about this guy that made the blonde wanna throw out the rule book and alcohol was making that decision much, much easier…

It didn’t take long before her dominating side revealed itself as she climbed half on his lap and his hand was riding high on her thigh in a full blown make out session.  As his digits travel further under her skirt she slaps his hand gently, “Behave Natsu, there’s plenty of time for that later…”  Her soft yet firm instructions evoke a spark of covetousness only his Saturday master has been able to pull out of him in recent months and he shudders at the idea that he’s found another perfect girl…

“Yes, Princess…”  he whispers back, cognizant of the fact they are in a public place.

She grins while trailing her lips along his jawline, “I like that.  Will you be good for your Princess and do as she asks?”

“Uh-huh…”

Lucy giggles at the idea she’s found the perfect guy for her.  “That’s good, and if you behave… this Princess will reward you…”  And to accentuate that notion she runs her hand against the developing bulge of his pants.  “Now,” she moves his hand back to her ass, “you may hold but nothing more until I tell you.  Nod if you understand.”  He does.  

Doing a quick scan around the room to note there is no one nearby, the blonde untucks his shirt from his slacks and runs her hands under them, feeling around at the rock-hard muscles that flex beneath her gliding fingers, she traces lines and follows towards the cut of his pecs.  Natsu’s eyes roll back as she leans in to capture his mouth with her own and moans quietly at the delicious flavors hitting his taste buds.  When she pinches his hardening nipples that groan deepens.  “Shh…” she scolds him and bites his lip.  

“S-sorry, Princess.”

“Do you want me to stop?  Is this too much for you out in the open like this?”

“No…” his voice breathy and full of lust.  “I’ll try to be quiet.”

“Good…” nibbling his ear lobe, “Cause I find this very arousing.  Do you like it when I’m more excited?”

“Oh, yeah…”

Reaching into his pants she takes ahold of his throbbing member.  He bites down hard on his lip, gritting his teeth and tilting his head back as she strokes it with a gentle and steady rhythm.  “Such a big boy Natsu…” purring like silk in his ear, her whispers only meant for his listening pleasure, “I can just imagine him spreading me wide,” she moans, “sliding in and out of my pussy dripping with our sweet nectars…  so deep in my cave…” his cock trembles in her hand, “…hitting harder… and harder…” he squeezes her ass as those images flood his brain too…  “and your hands…  I want them groping every inch of my body.  I wanna tremble in your arms from all the wonton decadence of your touch upon my skin…” feeling precum leaking over her fingers, she moans against his neck, “can you imagine it…  the pressure building until you finally release all that pent-up essence…”  Groaning, “Mmm…” she licks along the edge of his ear, “would you like that Natsu?”  

“Oh, Fuck yes!” his breathing is ragged.  “But please,” begging, “Princess… if you keep going, I’m gonna cum right here!”

Lucy stops stroking and removes her hand, “We wouldn’t want that yet.  Shall we continue at my apartment?”  

“Yes.  Please Princess.”

“Very well.” Stroking his cheek, “You’ve been a good boy and I think you deserve your reward.”

They walk the few blocks back to her apartment.  Along the way, Natsu is still in shock at what just happened.  She turned him into putty in such a short period of time!  “Lucy, c-could I ask you something?”

“Sure Natsu.”

“How did you do that?  I mean, how did you figure out my triggers so quickly?”

She shrugs her shoulder, “Maybe because I observe and learn people’s personalities to help me in my writing.”  Of course, she wasn’t gonna tell him the truth about her weekend job, the idea of a sex club worker might scare him away and with their relationship going so well there was no way she wanted to risk that.

“Hmm, well you’re definitely… really, really good at it.”  

Squeezing his hand, “Thanks, I appreciate that.  Not too many guys like, you know, letting the girl control things.”

Grinning, “I’d let you control me anytime…”

The second they reach the sanctity of her third-floor apartment, Lucy pins Natsu against the wall rubbing her thigh against his groin and caressing his cheek.  “Be a good boy for me and wait on the couch…” she nibbles his ear, “I’m gonna change in the bedroom to something more comfortable…”

“Mmmm…” he groans, “Anything for you Princess.”

She taps his cheek and sashays out the room leaving the man to wonder what was gonna happen next.  As he sits fidgeting on her couch he looks around the apartment noting that it looks like a typical female’s abode though more on the trendier side.  Black leather sofa and love seat with an oval shaped glass coffee table and flat screen tv hooked to what seems to be a karaoke machine.  The room was separated from an average sized kitchen by an island with three high backed bar chairs, and there appeared to be an adjacent dining area that had been converted into more of an office space.  On a glass, L shaped desk was a pink laptop, printer and a couple of books sitting on it.  Next to the desk was a bookshelf containing several volumes and what appeared to be reams of papers, maybe her manuscripts, he wonders.  

A distinct sound of an opening door causes him to turn around in his seat.  Standing in the dimly lit frame is what he can only describe as that woman you’ll see in the pinup mags but will never actually meet in person.  He gulps at the sight of the black lace of her negligee, all the curves of her buxom figure easily seen through the sheer material, including the fact there was nothing beneath it.  Perky nipples poke through the fabric taunting his mouth, he starts to drool, his eyes zero in on something shiny near her midsection and widen as it drifts lower at the smooth skin of her sex, devoid of any hair…  ‘Damn’  She looks so virginal yet he knows, you can’t judge this book by its cover.  But something else creeps in to his mind, this woman’s profile looks a lot like someone else he knows, it couldn’t be…  In this city of over 100,000 residents, what was the likelihood or luck of running into her on the outside?  

Dangling a pair of handcuffs, she beckons with her finger and he follows her commands like a love-sick puppy as she leads him deeper into the chamber and points at the bed.  “Strip and get on big boy.”  Once he removes all his clothing she takes them and piles it on a chair but grabbing his scarf to use in her games.  Prompting him all the way to the head board, she cuffs his wrists and attaches it to a short tether and swivel ring he hadn’t noticed earlier in the headboard above his head.  

Splayed out in all his glory, Lucy can’t help but fawn over the sight of such a picture-perfect male specimen, though somewhere in the back of her mind swears she’s seen this image before but she tucks the information away.  Knowing that he’s a firefighter means he must stay in peak physical condition but still, this guy obviously pays attention to his appearance.  Well-developed but not overly bulky anywhere, his toned and solid muscle structures are simply beautiful to look at.  She licks her lips, “Mmmm, Natsu, I must say you are just too fucking good looking…”  Climbing over the prone man, Lucy takes his own scarf and blindfolds him.  “Can you see anything?”

“Uhhh.” His voice strains and shudders as she grazes her lips over his ear.  “No, Princess.”  She pulls the negligee off and settles over his hard cock, his moan communicating volumes from the skin to skin contact; and this is just the beginning of her torture.  He bites down hard on his lip as he resists the urge to buck his hips, intuition tells him to stay still or this woman is gonna punish him for it.  

Resuming her handiwork, Lucy leans over, purposely pushing her breasts against his chest while she teases his ears and neck with oral treatments.  Soft velvety kisses intermingled with rougher, more firmly placed pressure; sucking or biting, with pulses of her wet muscle against his skin.  She licks at a scar on his neck, the texture of her tongue over the sensitive skin elicits more trembling moans out of the man.  “How’d you get this scar Natsu…” she breathes out the words between her kisses.

“Huh?”  a little dazed from her spell.  “I um, got it from a fight with my best friend…”

“Fighting with your best friend…”  still teasing around his scar, “Such a naughty man you are…  Over what?”

“Dumb reason…  To see who was stronger…”

“Oh…” she moves her lip caresses to his chest, “So who won?”

When her caresses turn to bites on his nipples he loses his train of thought for a second.  “Um… Fuck…” moaning, “…he did.”

She bites his nipple a little harder, “My big, strong fireman lost?  That deserves punishment…”

“But it, I was only 10…” he groans from her nips that have moved to other areas of his chest.

“I see…” she purrs and scrapes her nails along his sides and scoots lower over his legs.  “What about this one?”  pulsing her tongue over a scar on his abdomen.

“Saving a woman when she was being mugged.”

“Aww, now that deserves a reward…”

“Rew… oh fuck!” he cries out as something wet glides over his throbbing cock.  The little metal ball he senses running over his shaft is a new sensation he’s never experienced before.  He doesn’t quite understand what to make of the licentious piece of jewelry until it catches on some loose folds and creates a new twist of resistance and friction.  “Wow… that’s… different…”  Sinking her mouth over the large appendage, Natsu moans and can barely control his bodies reaction of twisting under her control.  He jerks at the cuffs holding him at bay, gritting his teeth with each palpitating stroke of her tongue.  “Luce…” Bucking his hips when she swirls around the head and massages the shaft with her lips.

The blonde stops her efforts and digs her nails into his thigh hard, “Remember, you said you’d be a good boy for me…”

He winces from the pain, “S-sorry Princess…”

“Sorry isn’t good enough…  You need to make it up to me.”

“H-how?”  Already images of being punished or whipped or something along those lines pop in his mind.  He feels her shifting on the bed, depressions in the mattress getting closer as if someone is crawling along its edge.  “Lucy?”  A deeper sinking on the left and right sides of his head.  “What are you…”  and then he smells it above him.

Kneeling over his face and using the headboard as grips, she balances her moist entrance right over his mouth, “Taste me…” she commands.  

“Yes, ma’am…” Natsu dives in with every inch of his tongue into her opening, consuming her folds and massaging her labia with his lips.  It’s frustrating not being able to see what he’d doing or use his hands but damn if her nectar wasn’t the sweetest fruit he’s ever tasted before!  Lucy’s nails dig into the wood and toes curl as his fondling intensifies, lavishing her sex with the most amorous and sensual caresses any man has performed on her.  She tries desperately to stay in the roll of the dominant position, but that resolve is crumbling, and moans leach out of her uncontrollably.  Knowing the affect, he is having on her, he can’t help but grin as he goes in for the kill, sucking the bud of her rose.

Her legs tremble and knees buckle, “Damn it!” she cries out from the voracity and pressure he creates against her sex.  Unable to support her weight, she crashes against his face and his tongue slips inside her once more, flicking and plunging against her frenulum, “No!” she wants to stop him, but her body refuses to move an inch as the throes of an orgasm hit, spilling her juices all over his face.  Natsu continues his fornications, riding her wave for as long as she’ll allow, which surprising to him, was several minutes.  He had been sure that at some point Lucy would pull away to stay in control but that never happened.  The blonde finally flops over, still twitching from such an intense session, skin vibrating from the slightest touch.  When his arm grazes her side the muscles in her abdomen contract and tense up.  “Don’t touch me…” she utters.

“Sorry Princess.”  Still licking up what he can around his mouth and lips.  “Is that what you wanted?  I hope it was pleasing to you.”  She can hear the grin in his tone.

“It wasn’t exactly part of my plan…  that you’d be so fucking good at that.”  It was amazing, no doubt about it, but it also irritated her that she lost her way.  Now the blonde must figure out how to take back control… or should she?  Sure, it was her preference to have ascendancy in bed but maybe with him, and direction, as he was so willing to take from her, she could let him have some leeway…

Pulling the scarf from over his eyes, she sees the burning need staring back from them.  “Is everything okay, Princess?”

She reaches up and unlocks the cuffs, freeing his wrists.  “I’ve decided, your job isn’t over yet.” He looks at her cautiously.  “I want you to fuck me Natsu.  I want you to pleasure my body and make me quiver under your touch.”  Lying on her back with a pillow under her arched waist. “Now get on top of me!”

‘Is she for real?’  The surprised young man hesitates before positioning himself over her length.  “B-but I thought you’d be…”

“I am, now will you follow my instructions?  Or shall I go back to punishing you in other ways?”

“No.  I’ll do whatever you ask of me Princess.”

Lucy wraps her legs around his hips and squeezes, “Then get on with it big boy…”  Natsu pushes in slow and steady through her magnificently tight canal, moaning all the way until he is seated as far he can go.  She hums in delight at his girth already savoring the ride she’s about to be given.  

He leans in, hovering over breasts, lips sweeping over her nipples, “May I?”

“You may…” she purrs

“Mmmm…” Natsu can’t help but whimper at finally being able to suckle the mountainous peaks this woman possesses.  Droning vibrations against her soft pliant breasts keep her cooing, and the unhurried rocking of his hips timed perfectly soothe her aching core at least for now.  His hands begin to wander, brushing along her sides, even playing with the Leo zodiac symbol dangling from her taunt belly; he’s relishing in the slight groans they bring forth from the blonde.  With no idea how long, he’ll be allowed to play on his own terms, he simply focuses on giving her as much pleasure as he can because ultimately satisfying Lucy is what he yearns to do.  

Bringing one of her legs up, he rests it over his shoulder to open her up even more.  “You feel amazing Princess…” kissing a trail from her bosoms to her neck, sucking and caressing along the ridge of her collar bone, his teeth lightly scraping the bone making the blonde tremble.  He nibbles at her bottom lip asking for and receiving entry into another warm and moist orifice.  “Yummy…” he sighs in her mouth as his tongue dances with hers and she sucks on the textured appendage adding to the plethora of flavors for his buds tantalized amusement.  Her tongue ring is another matter.  Curious, he swirls his around the barbell noting the coolness of the metal even in the hot environment it lives in and jolts a bit when it clacks against his teeth the first time.

She chuckles at his explorations, as it is amusing but goads him into moving on by simply squeezing the inner muscles around his dick to break his attention.  While lacing her fingers through his hair and dragging her nails across his scalp, she runs her tongue over his canines, then bites at his top lip, pulling it between her teeth and letting it grate over the sensitive inner lining before releasing it.  Just that little move elicits a shudder from the man and provokes a response.  She wants to push him to go harder but without saying so, instead using moves that will produce the same results.  

Gripping her hip to hold it still, Natsu escalates his thrusts to a medium pace, sliding out along the entire length of the shaft then pushing back in until he can go no further, lifting just a tad at the end.  Her rumbling coos of contentment echo through his brain, firing off instructions at him to just take off at a sprint, but he wants to relish in this heated exchange not end it quickly.  The fire burning in his loins are already threatening his work enough.  But then again, it’s all about what her desires are…  “Ugh…  Princess…  May I… go harder?”

She pulls his face down and nibbles sharply on his bottom lip and rolls her hips into his next thrust; he got the response loud and clear; permission granted.  

Sitting back on his haunches and using that amazing upper body strength possessed by many a firefighter, Natsu lifts her by her torso and places her directly in his lap, impaling her core.  With his hands holding her rear securely.  Lucy is taken aback at the ease of this effortless move, at how he lifted her up like she weighed nothing at all!  Her eyes widen at the realization that she was about to lose any domination she once held over this man.  Should she call an end to this before he can go any further or should she just give in?  

Noticing the rattled expression in her face, “Did I take it too far Princess?  Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no, I was just surprised at how strong you are.”

He can’t help the grin rising to the surface from her compliment.  “We train to lift a 200lb man and still carry them down several flights of stairs; you are a pleasure to pick up compared to that.  Shall I continue…”

“MmmHmm…” she rumbles, biting her lip in anticipation and gripping to his shoulders for dear life.  Staring at the flexing musculature of his arms as he boosts her up, it is a powerful reminder of what’s to come as he spears her against his shaft repeating the motion over and over, slamming so deeply into her, she can feel the reverberations against her organs; she cries out with each jab to her core.  Her eyes slam shut, and nails dig deep into his flesh, threatening to draw blood at any moment as her shrieks increase in pitch and duration.  Never, has this blonde been ravaged in such a way to leave her utterly speechless, but not just wordless, no, aching.  She’d always been the one dishing out the pain, not receiving it.  Unable to bear the brunt any longer, Lucy cries out for mercy in the only way she’s conditioned to do it in.  “Dragon!”  But as soon as the word dies on her lips, panic sets in and her eyes glue shut.

In an instant, Natsu halts his actions and almost drops her.  “Did you just say Dragon?!”

Cringing at what just came out of her mouth.  ‘What if he thinks I was fantasizing about another guy?!  Fuck, I didn’t mean to say that!  Shit!  Shit!  Shit!’  She peeks with one eye, terrified that what she’ll see is anger, but to her surprise the look on the man’s, now pale face is shock.  She opens both eyes.  “Natsu, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that…”

“Star?”

Now it’s her turn to be stunned.  Stammering, “Are you….  Oh my God….  You are my Saturday client!  I-I, don’t know what to…”  She scrambles off his lap and huddles against the headboard.  “I’ll understand if you wanna leave now…”

“Lucy…”

Covering her face with her hands, the blonde is too embarrassed.  She really liked this guy and it was breaking her heart at the thought of him possibly leaving.  “I know it could be a little weird to date someone who works in that kind of field…  I mean it’s just a side hobby for me but still…”

“Luce,” he crawls over to her and pulls her hands away from her face as tears stream down her cheeks, but her lids stay sealed.  “Lucy…  Please look at me…” Softening his tone as he wipes the moisture away.  

She shakes her head, “I don’t wanna watch when you walk away.”

“But…I’m not going anywhere.”

Opening her eyes in disbelief, “You’re not?”

He cradles her face in his hands, “Why would you think I’d leave just because of that?”

“Because, what I do is not normal.”

His smile softens, “Well then it’s a good thing I had a crush on both you and Star, huh?”  Lifting her chin, “How lucky for me they turned out to be the same girl.”

Tears trickle down once more but this time from happiness and a sparkle returns to her eyes.  She’d heard so many stories from co-workers how often relationships ended the moment they found out where they worked and while clients developing crushes was nothing new, here was a guy who liked both the fantasy persona ‘Star’ and the real Lucy.  “Really?” her eyes search his expressions for any possibility his words were not truly genuine, “I-I could quit that place, it’s not like I need the money.”

“I’ll be honest, I’d prefer not to think about my girlfriend servicing other guys, even though I know the rules you follow;” exhale, “but if it makes you happy, Luce, I wouldn’t make you quit.”

The sincere admission and consternation of his tone pull at her heartstrings.  He really was turning into everything she had ever hoped to find some day.  She sits up straight and puts her arms around his neck, “But if I have you now, I won’t need to get my fix from anywhere else.”

Grinning when he sees that spark he fell in love with returning, “Well, when you put it like that…” pulling Lucy gently down on her side, he leads her into a new make out session.  

“Natsu?”

“Yeah…” murmuring between the kisses.

“Could we go, slower for the rest of the night?”

He stops and smiles down at her, “Whatever your heart desires, my Princess…”

[happycemetery]

Lumpy-bumpies

(((Prompt!: Spider-Man and Deadpool began their relationship when Wade's good looks had returned, but now the scars are randomly back and Deadpool is terrified Peter will leave him.)))

~*~

Wade groggily rolled out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. He could hear the shower running from within, and along with it Peter's voice belting out an adorably off key version of "Bohemian Rhapsody". Wade was still half asleep, but he smiled. They had been living together for about five months, and Wade still found Peter's habit of singing unabashedly in the shower to be one of his favorite Parker-ism.

It was pretty late, maybe two o'clock in the morning. It must have been a busy night for Spider-Man on patrol; but now he was back and getting clean, and Wade was sure as hell going to get some Spidey all to himself before Peter went to sleep. Wade stepped into the steamy bathroom intent on joining his little spider to make that shower get even steamier (wink wink, nudge nudge). Out of habit Wade glance at his reflection in the mirror over the sink first. He may have developed the habit of winking at himself and saying "hey, hot stuff" to himself. It was a disrupted reflection in the fogged up mirror, but still Wade could tell something was horrible wrong with it.

"No. No no no no no no...." Wade muttered in a whisper, dread beginning to settle in his heart.

Wade closed his eyes tight; he had to have imagined it. He tentatively reached out to quickly wipe away at the foggy condensation on the mirror. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. Dear god, no. The handsome, it was gone. It was really gone. The smooth skin, the soft blonde locks. Wade just stared at his tumor scarred ugly mug with a mix of disbelief and crashing hopelessness. He looked down at his shirtless body, the ugly marks truly covering him all over. He didn't understand how this happened, why this happened. But of course, he hadn't known how or why the ugly had healed before in the first place. Had it really just been some temporary fix? Did some twisted enemy of his give him some ticking time-bomb cure just so he would feel the happiness rip out of him all over again when it wore off?  It didn't matter. It didn't matter how or why at all. What mattered was it did happen, and now Wade felt ruined. He wanted to cry. He wanted to punch the damn mirror. This was worse than the first time he was turned into an ugly mangled mess, because that time he didn't have Peter.  God, what was Peter going to think?

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" It was Peter with the singing. "Oh, mama mia, mama mia, mama mia, let me go. Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me. For me. For meeeeeeee!"

That last note was ridiculously off key, but Wade couldn't even smile in amusement. How was he supposed to face that beautiful piece of perfect on the other side of that shower curtain? Answer: Wade absolutely wouldn't face him. He had to hurry; get out of his PJ pants, get in his suit, back a bag, and get the hell out of the apartment before—

The shower turned off. Peter didn't even have the decency to finish the song to give Wade time to bail out of the apartment. Wade panicked, his brain only telling him to run and hide, so he ran back to the bedroom and shut himself in the closet. It was about two minutes of standing there in the dark, smooched between hanging clothes that Wade was just coming to terms with how stupid this idea was. But he didn't have any time to change his plan; he heard Peter pad into the room.

"Wade?" It was a confused questioning tone. The Spider must have check in on Wade in bed before taking his shower and had expected to see his boyfriend there.  

But this was still fine. Wade could still hide, and Peter would just assume Wade went out to do merc-y Deadpool things. Wade just had to wait out Peter falling asleep and then he still had a chance to slip out of the apartment.

"Wade." This tone was quiet, but heavy. It held worry to it, and it continued to. "Something's wrong." Peter called out for his boyfriend again, louder and worried, "Wade?"

Wade frowned in annoyance. Damn Spidey-sense. Did Spidey-sense work that way?  Damn it all the same. Wade felt so guilty, he could tell Peter was starting to panic. As much as Wade wanted to keep on hiding, he couldn't. "I'm in here!" He shouted, staying within the closet. Sure, he was staying inside, but was it really still technically hiding if he was letting Peter know where he was?

"Jesus," Peter sighed in relief. "I got this feeling that... What are you doing in there?"

Wade heard Peter's hand grab on to the door handle, and both of his own shot out to firmly grip it still from his side. "No! Don't!" Wade wailed out desperately.

There was silence on Peter's end for a moment, and damn, did Wade truly feel like he had no idea what he was doing. But the merc was scared. Scared that when Peter saw one glimpse of him being back to a freak show attraction, the young man would be too disgusted to continue with their relationship. Never letting Peter see him obviously wouldn't be good for keeping the relationship afloat either, but Wade wasn't in his right mind —even more than usual.

"Wade, what the hell is going on?" Peter's voice was concerned.

"Closet yoga," the absurd lie slid from Wade's mouth.

"Wade..." The merc was pretty sure Peter had to be rubbing his hand down his face in annoyance, knowing very well he wasn't being told the truth. "Why are you in there really? "What's wrong? What happened? Wait, what'd you do?" The voice turned suspicious. "God, you're not covered in honey and friendship bracelet beads again, are you? That was such a pain to get out of the carpet. And now you're all up against my clothes. I swear to god-"

"No no, I'm clean. Everything's clean."

"Just come out then."

"I can't."

Peter sighed. "And why not?"

Wade had his turn sighing. "I just can't, okay. Just go to bed, Petey."

"Like hell I'm just gonna go to bed. You just get out of the closet ....You do realize how absurd me saying those words to you are, right? I'm counting to three, and if you're not out, I'm ripping the door off. Please don't make me rip the door off. We still have a chance of getting at least half of the security deposit back whenever we move. Let's not make it any less."

Okay so yeah, Peter definitely had more than enough strength to rip a closet door off its hinges, but Peter also had to be bluffing ...right?

"One."

Wade started panicking again, and found himself scrambling to rip as many clothes off hangers as he could.

"Two.......Th-"

"Okay okay!"

Wade brought a hand to the knob and turned it. With his heart beating erratically with a foreboding sense of doom, he went ahead and pushed the door open. Wade stepped out slowly to reveal himself —sort of. The merc had a ridiculous amount of clothes draped over his upper body. He was covered from the top of his head down to his waist, his arms tucked in as well so Peter couldn't spy any gnarled skin.

Peter snorted out a laugh. "What are you supposed to be? The ghost of laundry past? Seriously though, if there's any honey involved under that..."

"There isn't."

"Well, then maybe you could let me see you and tell me what's going on?"

"You don't want to see me." Wade's head hung low, resembling a depressed laundry mound. "I'm wrecked. I was never good enough for you in the first place, but at least I looked the part."

"Stop. Whatever this is, stop."

Wade felt the clothes starting to be pulled away and he squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't want to see Peter recoiling in disgust when his boyfriend finally caught sight of him. And then Wade could feel it; he was exposed. His face, his chest, his arms. His dream life with Spider-Man was about to turn into a nightmare.

"Oh.... Wade."

The words were said in a quiet breath. Peter sounded sad, maybe even crushed. Obviously crushed that he was now dating a rutted diseased potato. Wade chanced opening his eyes. Peter stood before him in just a pair of boxers, his beautiful lean smooth body clashing horribly next to Wade's scar riddled one. Peter didn't look disgusted, but his eyes held nothing but sorrow; and Wade couldn't help but feel like that was worse.

"I'm sorry," Wade found his voice. "It just... It came back. I'm ruined. Everything's ruined. As much as I want to I'm not gonna beg you to keep me. I love you, Petey, with every twisted up part of me, but it's not fair to you. You don't have to say anything. I'll leave."

"Shut up." Peter voiced before Wade could step away. The sadness went away, and instead the hero looked a little hurt. "You really think I'm that shallow?"

"Anyone and everyone is allowed to be that shallow with this kinda level of bait-and-swtch. It's like going from a Greek god to a walking-talking collective pile of dried up puss blisters."

"Shut up," Peter said again, stepping closer.  "We both know you won't win any beauty pageants like this, but you talk about yourself way worse than you are. You do know that I've seen you like this before, right? This isn't gonna to scare me away."

"I can't in good conscience let you keep me because of the pitying goodness of your heart. There's no way you're still attracted to this," Wade gestured at himself with distaste.

"You know, I didn't fall for you because of your looks. Of course they were  awesome, but..." Peter slowly looked Wade down and back up. "There's no bait-and-switch here, Wade. It's still you. Your still my Greek god chiseled from a slab of stud, just now you're,  you know... a little lumpy." Peter showed a half cheeky smile. "Your body is amazing. You're amazing." Peter stepped closer still, letting his hands come to Wade's chest, his fingers brushing over the textured skin. "You're mine, and you're an idiot if you think this would make me want to end what we have. I love you, Wade Wilson."

Wade almost didn't believe what he heard, that Peter was willing touching him, that Peter was looking into his eyes with nothing but love. Wade really was an idiot. He shouldn't have thought so low of himself, and more importantly, he shouldn't have thought so low of Peter.  Losing his looks was a total bummer sure, but there was never any need to be afraid.

"God, I love you too." Wade didn't think twice as he pulled Peter in for a quick, yet firm and meaningful kiss. "I hope you realize how absolutely beautiful you are inside and out. Like Zac Efron with a shitty singing voice but with a better ass.  I'd say you deserve better than me, but that'll probably piss you off. And I guess, anyway, you deserve whatever you want, and I'm lucky enough that it's me and my scarred up ass."

"Letting that singing comment slide... Maybe I'm weird or something, but I think it's kinda sexy." Peter said with the start of a little blush forming. His fingers stroked at the side of Wade's face, lightly trailing them down the calloused skin of Wade's neck and chest.  "Like extreme manly-rugged."

"So you don't mind the lumpy-bumpies." Wade smirked with a thought. "You know, I'm completely covered. As in 'ribbed for his pleasure' covered." Wade wiggled his eyebrows —well, where his eyebrows used to be.

Peter pulled Wade in real close again by the waistband of his pants, and spoke hotly against his lips. "Why don't we go test that out?"

Wade just about died, among certain tingly feelings in certain tingly areas. Maybe they really did deserve each other.

~*~

More spideypool at my AO3 account!

[rxbxlcaptain]

"I'm in dire need of chocolate." Pretty please

This is literally the best prompt for me because, when in doubt, this is what I’m feeling like. Seriously, send chocolate my way and I’ll love you forever. 

I hope you enjoy this fluffy piece! (Though it somehow became a bit steamier than I originally intended...)

AO3

“I’m in dire need ofchocolate,” Jyn declared one night as she slams her way into theirquarters.

Cassian looked up from his datapad with one eyebrow cocked,half a smile dancing across his features. “I didn’t know you had a sweet tooth.”

“That,” Jyn said as she headed towards their wardrobe, “issomething you will learn very quickly. It’s a key aspect to my personality.”

“Ah, yes,” Cassian sighed, “most of the base would describeyou as sweet.”

Jyn shot him a dirty look as she striped off her shirt, changinginto sleep clothes. “I have had a long day, Cassian Andor, and there is no formof chocolate anywhere within this damn system, so my patience is not what itshould be.”

“Understood,” Cassian laughed. It wasn’t chocolate he craved,but no rebel on Echo Base would disagree that Hoth lacked many qualities thatwould make it hospitable. (The Rebellion had given up hope for “nice” yearsago; all they asked for was safe from the Empire and preferably with a climatenot set on killing them in their sleep.)

Jyn flopped onto the bed beside Cassian with a long sigh,throwing her arm over her eyes. After placing his datapad on the bedside tableand turning out the light, Cassian settled into her side, wrapping one armaround her middle, his nose nuzzling just below her ear.

“I’m leaving the system for a week in a few days,” Cassianwhispered into the dark.

Jyn stiffened at the reminder. “I haven’t forgotten.”

“Maybe I’ll find chocolate for you, out in a realcivilization.”

Peeking out from under her arm, Jyn gave him a hopefulsmile. “You promise?”

“Probably best if I don’t do that,” Cassian admitted. “Ihave no idea what I’ll find, but I will bring something back for you.”

Jyn grinned at him, allowing Cassian to kiss her beforeturning on her side to snuggle closer to Cassian. He pulled the blanket overthem, entrapping their body heat between them to fight off the bitter frost ofHoth. Absentmindedly, Cassian ran his fingers across Jyn’s back until herbreathing evened out.

Just as sleep was pulling him under, Jyn muttered, “Don’trisk yourself for it. It’s not worth it.”

“Hmm,” Cassian murmured back, placing a kiss to herforehead. “I’m glad to know I fall above sweets on your hierarchy ofimportance.”

“For now,” Jyn responded, andCassian could hear the smile in her voice. He laughed once more before fallinginto sleep, his subconscious creating dreams of the wonders he would bring homefor Jyn if he could.

“Well?” Jyn asked as he exited his U-Wing. “Did you findanything?”

“Not even a ‘hello’?” Cassian shook his head at her, thougha smile threatened his face. “I offer to bring you sweets, and suddenly I’monly your pack mule?”

“Of course not,” Jyn smiled up at him, almost too sweetly. “ButI do appreciate expediency.”

“Yes, that’s what this is,” Cassian rolled his eyes at her,dropping his bag to ruffle through it. As he searched, K-2 marched down theramp, nodding at Jyn as he noticed her.

“Hello, Jyn Erso. Has Cassian given you your present yet?”

Jyn smirked. “So you didn’t forget.”

“How could I have forgotten?” Cassian snorted. “You remindedme five times before I left for this mission.”

Jyn responded with a careless shrug. “Repetition is the bestway to commit something to memory.”

“You’re a nuisance,” Cassian teased – ignoring Kay’s less-than-subtleagreement – to take her hand, pressing a small package into it. “I didn’t tryit,” he admitted, “and I don’t know what your favorite flavors are, but I foundthis.”

With eager fingers, Jyn tore into the red wrappingsurrounding the chocolate, breaking off a small piece and popping it into hermouth. Her eyes closed in delight as she chewed, the corners of her lipslifting. The next piece she broke off she lifted to Cassian’s lips, letting herfingers linger as Cassian’s lips closed around the piece. Spicy undertonesexploded on Cassian’s tongue, playing with the sweet in a delicious mix. Hismouth followed Jyn’s fingers as she moved them away to break off the next chunk.

“This is my treat, Captain,” she reminded him as she poppedthe chocolate into her mouth.

“We can share,” Cassian reassured her, surging forward tocapture his mouth with his, enjoying the way the chocolate lingered on her lipsand how it tasted so much better coming directly from her.

“In the middle of the hanger, sergeant?” one of the pilotscalled a few ships down. “Get a room, Erso!”

Jyn responded by flipping off the offending rebel, keepingher forehead pressed to Cassian’s. “He does have an excellent point, though.”

“The point that the Alliance in no way condones publicdisplays of affection and fraternization?” came K-2’s sarcastic response as hisheavy footsteps came down the ramp again, this time unloading boxes ofsupplies.

“Not at all,” Jyn remained unaffected by the pointed words. “Imeant that we have a room.”

Stepping back to grab his bag of gear, Cassian swept his armtowards the barracks. “Lead the way, sergeant.”