You hardly knew Erin Ulmer, far less her boyfriend. Yet after paying him a visit and discovering her death has left him in pieces, you help Ian put himself back together. Well, you try.
Outcasts ❀ 𓄧
You find friendship and solace in the school’s misfit goth couple who share your cynical worldview as you navigate the everyday bullshit at McKinley High.
Sam McDonald
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Scott
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Fridge / Brendan
Hot n’ Cold ❀♥︎ 𓄧𓊔
Working with superheroes left you kinda jaded towards the spandex wearing crowd. But a chance encounter at a company event might change your mind- and your relationship with Brendan.
Could I please get some Fridge / Brendan content! Literally anything at this point I'm dying here!
Hot n’ Cold
Working with superheroes left you kinda jaded towards the spandex wearing crowd. But a chance encounter at a company event might change your mind- and your relationship with Brendan.
Brendan/Fridge X Fem!Reader
(Fluff, Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort)
2.5k Words
Warnings: 18+, temperature play, improper use of ice powers, roleplay, unprofessional relationships, power dynamics, alcohol, flirting, kissing, arguments, cheating, therapy
An: Thank you for the request!! I got this immediately after I watched Alter Egos, and I couldn’t be more excited to write a fic! XD Brendan is just such a peculiar specimen I love him <3 I did some headcannoning and editorializing based on the film, so I hope you enjoy!
“- so, I finish the paperwork for that strip mall that Sunburn scorched last week,” you swallowed a bite of your general tso’s. “And guess who walks by my desk.” Absorbed by your story, Brendan stuck his chopsticks in his takeout container, “Don’t tell me, don’t tell me… Captain Amazingness?”
Your laugh rose above the dull Emily of New Moon rerun on tv. “I wish! No, no- it was Nightcrawler.” Eyes widening, your boyfriend choked on his lo mein. “Seriously? After-”
“Yeah, after I went to HR about him!” Shaking your head, you cuddled into Brendan’s side. It was always nice to have someone indulge your work gossip. “I’ll say it again- all superheros are assholes, but that guy is a different breed of asshole…” It was days like this that made you wish you could trade places with your boyfriend- illustrating comics for a living has to be less socially exhausting than being a damage claim adjuster for the Supercorps…
You found the domesticity soothing: the sagging couch, Chinese takeout, and your boyfriend at the end of every day. Easing into the you shaped divot you’d made in Brendan, you kissed away a lingering bit of sweet and sour at the corner of his mouth.
Tenderly slipping a strand of hair behind your ear with long, calloused fingers, Brendan murmured through a smile, “You are so pretty…” as if he were marveling at some natural wonder that necessitated awe for just being. Right when things were getting all soft and mushy, as your boyfriend tangled his limbs in yours, you jolted. “Ah!” you squealed, giggling against his skin. “Cold- cold! Get your feet off’a me!”
Right then, your apartment was the cozy, soft little center of the universe as, outside the fogged up window, snow lazily flurried on the city’s surfaces…
The atrium of the Supercorp building was closed off to the public to be transformed into this glimmering demonstration of taxpayer dollars: the yearly Christmas party. Lights twinkled off of expensive, silver decorations and well dressed trees as tasteful holiday music piped in over the speakers. Not wanting to spend any more time at work than you were paid for, you opted to linger by the table with the strictly decorative $500 gingerbread house and silver trays of hors d'oeuvres and avoid your coworkers.
And how did that pan out for you? A white gloved hand swiped a tooth picked cocktail weenie, leaning against the table next to you. “Where can a girl get a drink in this place?” Ice blue spandex, gogo boots- you knew this guy. Fridge’s name didn't cross your desk often, both because of his low ranking in the company and the fact all the damage he caused could be fixed when it eventually melted.
You jabbed a thumb at the champagne tower. Despite his previous comment, he seemed to already have a few in him with the light slur in his words. “Believe me,” plucking a glass from the arrangement, he empathized where he wasn’t asked to, “Wouldn’t be here either if I wasn't obligated to show up.” This kind of ‘rich people problems’ thing was commonplace with superheros- they act like it’s so hard to show up to a couple events and smile…
“Really?” An edge of resentment crept through your tone as you snapped off a chunk of Christmas cookie with your teeth. “I mean- free food, good press…seems like a pretty sweet gig.”
By virtue of alcohol induced tunnel vision , your jadedness went unreciprocated. “Ugh. The press…” he groaned with bitterness you reserve for politicians and in-laws. “They just… won’t shut up about Margo Amazingness.” You could see on his face that moment he realized he’d let something slip. But from the catty intrigue that painted your features, he knew you were going to ask anyway. “There’s these… rumors. About me and her.”
Your eyebrows shot to your hairline. Now that you thought of it, you’d heard some whispers of that young hotshot who got caught in a conference room with Captain Amazingness’ wife. “Wait, you're that guy?” I mean, you had as big a grudge as anybody against that guy. In a morbid sense, it was almost justice. “Did… are they true?”
With a sip of champagne, Fridge gave a nondescript half shrug. Looking out to the lady in question, something twinkled in his eye. Who would’ve thought the most gallant moment in his hero career would be underlined in Rouge Allure? And you held a little reverence for that. “Holy shit…” you muttered, “Well. That is something I’ve never thought about: The sex lives of super heroes….”
Sensing the shift of opinion, Fridge glanced back with a charmed flicker of a smirk, “Really? Never… With all the scandals in the news, and the office gossip? Now, I find that-“ With the touch of a single, gloved finger, the glass of your champagne glass frosted over. “A little…hard to believe.”
Arching an eyebrow, you incredulously glanced behind yourself as is he were addressing someone else. “Is this- are you flirting with me?” Folding his arms, he seemed all too pleased at your blushing, maintaining that quietly amused air as you urged, “This could be a scandal if it ever got out: The Refrigerator, taking his pick of the litter,” You mirrored the way his words fell like honey from his lips, reaching a fingertip to trace a seam running across his chest. “Canoodling in the legal department-”
“Now, hold on- I said nothing about canoodling. That was all you, miss legal!” The guy just oozed confidence, pushing back a handful of dark hair. “I think you’re projecting a little…”
Under that sickening desk lamp, Brandan set up camp. With the piles of reference books, and the stacks of notebooks, he buried himself in his work. Mulling over the manuscript to some drawn out action scene that’d traction around the third page was better than thinking about… well, this. He was no writer. He was an illustrator. He was the ink boy.
The door opened. Freezing Jurassic Park style, Brendan listened to the click of high heels on hardwood as you circled behind his chair. Ceramic clinked against the desktop as you set a plate down- dinner, maybe? “You’ve been in here all day,” you cooed. “Why don’t you take a break for a little?” You felt Brendan’s shoulders stiffen as you wrapped your arms around them.
His words teetered the way a glass does before toppling off the edge of a table. “Are you… going, somewhere?” Voice almost trembling at the way warm breath fell on the hairs at the nape of his neck, your boyfriend shaped wad of raw nerve endings gave you those eyes. “You’ve got… shoes on. In the house.”
You know when you get this gut feeling, but you have nothing to back it up? That queasiness was all Brendan felt when he looked at you. Confused at the lack of explanation to the strange behavior that marred your interactions lately, you brushed him off with an indifferent shrug, “No. Just… felt like dressing up a little.”
The very same banter which was at one point amusing now read septic when played off a brick wall. With this sort of hopeless determination, you pressed a kiss to the skin right in front of his ear, “Do you take… issue with that?”
Here you go, Brendan- being a fucking pushover. Like everything in his life: his job, his real job- now his cheating girlfriend. Well, he wasn’t sure you were cheating, but he had some pretty concrete evidence. “No, I mean-“ Playing coy, you cut him off. “Would you rather…” a manicured hand raked through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. “I wear less, around the house?”
And he pulled away. “That’s not-“ lifting his hands in a plea for mercy, as if he’s about to cross himself or phone the authorities, Brendan said, “I’m busy Y/N. I’m sorry...”
And with two sentences, there was a mile between you and him. It wasn't just that moment, but it was the final step. You could reach out your hand, and it could stretch and stretch, and you could never really touch him. Feel him.
Brendan sat at his desk and listened to retreating clicks of heels that paused in the doorway. Still frazzled from being on the muzzle end of an emotional hostage situation, his head collapsed into open palms.
You were thankful you had plans that night. It was a welcome distraction from all the shit going on at home- which you still weren't wasn't a part of some bigger convoluted thing he refused to fully explain. But whatever. That didn’t matter for a few hours.
But you were here, dining under the low lights in some quiet little leather booth tucked away in the corner. The only reason Fridge scored that reservation at Eleven Madison Park was because he’d kept their freezer cold during a blackout a few weeks ago. Besides, it was only your first date, and the air buzzed with that nervous excitement that comes with that.
By nature of proximity, it was impossible to move without accidentally bumping against the other person, which stirred some curiosities in your mind. “So, the whole…ice thing-“ your fingers crept along the cold marble to rest atop an equally cold hand. “I’m curious. How’s that work?”
He covered up that hint of pride in his tone with faux nonchalance. “It’s not so much ‘making’ things cold as it’s changing thermal energy. It works with my hands, yeah- but I’m…” Trailing off his explanation, Fridge turned to look you straight in the eye, as if to say, ‘come on. We both know why you're asking this.’ But you said it anyway, eyes glinting with bad ideas, “What about… your lips?”
From there, it blurred: a hastily paid bill, the yellow flash of the car you tumbled into, icy hands trailing from your shoulders, your waist, fingers fiddling with the metal zipper at the nape of his neck… “Oh my god-” The chill traced down the skin of your neck pulled a delighted little yelp from your throat. It was different, and tantalizing in a way that melted your brain.
Every watercooler conversation, where he always looked at you like he couldn’t sear the image of you deep enough in his brain: that miniskirt, those crazy red heels- this is what Fridge was dreaming about.
The cab skidded out in front of your destination. Now, this eluded you as you fumbled with the key and stumbled inside, stealing kisses like you needed them to breathe, clawing at eachothers clothes- but there’s a special brand of moral flimsiness that comes with fucking annother man in your boyfriend’s bed.
By the time you tumbled to the sheets that still smelled like unscented detergent and tiger balm, spandex was pooling at his hips. And for one breathless moment in the moonlight, you stared at Fridge: his skim milk body back on its haunches, and the dark hair that didn’t stay slicked back. He looked beautiful and he knew it. Like that last breath of air before they hold you under.
Nipping, cocksure fingers traced down where the straps of your dress had sagged: your collarbones, the bare skin of your chest- thumbs ghosting over firming peaks that made you arch your back into the sensation with a keening sound. Your head swam.
It was a quick decision: a hand cupping the curve of his jaw, fingers sliding up a cut, white cheekbone to push off that dorky mask that really did nothing to hide his face. The gesture itself was gentle, but it felt vulnerable. And for a quiet moment he stared at you with those bewildered eyes, stripped bare.
Crumbling apathy marred his face the way the sore, red imprint of an auto emblem sits on the ribs of a hit and run victim. “You’re being dramatic, Brendan,” the Supercorps appointed psychiatrist flatly advised.
“My girlfriend is cheating on me.” A sigh the likes of which you hear from elderly dogs heaved in his chest as he studied the stucco on the ceiling. “With a superhero. With Fridge- God, how did I not see this coming?”
Skimming over the whole fractured identity thing, the psychiatrist began, “What’s it like- When you put the suit on, compared to when you’re Brendan?” He hesitated. “It’s like… god, this is gonna sound so stupid.” Glancing to her for reassurance, the psychiatrist's bored silence seemed to say, ‘not any less stupid than what you’ve said so far.’
“I’m just… above the world. Above it all. I’m not scared to fail at anything, because Fridge can do everything. It feels like some out of body, voyeurism thing.” Dashing the subject from the conversation with a hand gesture, he continued grimly, “Anyway, she doesn’t want to be with some broke, wannabe comic book artist. She wants to be with Fridge.”
She paused, considering the verbiage that would most likely appeal to his… let’s be nice here- uncompromising line of reasoning. “You do realize that you, Brendan- and you, Fridge have… the same physical body?” He nodded. “So, by that logic, it isn’t technically cheating.” The claustrophobic office fell silent. She was on to something.
“Have you considered,” turning in her chair, the psychiatrist clicked her pen, going in for the fatal blow. “that, due to a lack of communication, your girlfriend views this as some sort of… forplay, fantasy thing?” Brendan sat up with a start.
The TV was off. Tension hung heavy in your dark living room, soundproofed from the outside world by the crystallizing snow on the windowsill. Brendan poached in his skin. He stared at you like you’d poured gasoline down his throat and crammed sparks in his stomach. “The whole time?“
“Yes!” You sighed, “I thought you were in on it!” Sinking back into the couch, you smiled in disbelief of the whole situation. Jesus, were you really this bad about talking things over? More annoyed at the lack of communication than being accused of cheating, you shook your head, “I love you, Brendan! You’re my boyfriend- my only boyfriend.”
The only thing you could reasonably be upset about was the silent treatment. Yet again, if you ever suspected Brendan of cheating on you, you’d be making his life a living hell. This was tame. The notion was balm to his hot, frayed nerves. “Was it the-“ You cut him off. “The suit?” Eyes sparkling, you explained, “That thing- it’s got, like- super hero pheromones! It is… so hot.” Yeah, you got off on the authority- but it was also hot to see your meek little mousy boyfriend with some confidence.
Brendan let out a trembling chuckle, “I-I mean, I’m not actually that chiseled. I mean, you know that but-“ rambling to diffuse the situation, he joked, “The suit’s kinda like a girdle- just compresses everything…“ Catching himself, he collected his thoughts before he said the only thing he could think: “I love you, Y/N.” Cold, nimble fingers found yours across the table. Drunk on the soothing notion, you interlaced yours with his. “Love you too…”
His eyes widen slightly behind the mask, He can barely believe his ears. "Wait...you know?" He asks hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know it's me behind the mask?" "I'm not stupid B..." You chuckle, He lets out a soft laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing. Only you would call him out like that, even in this situation. "Fucking right you're not stupid." He steps closer, lowering his voice. "So let me get this straight - You know I'm Fridge," "yes Brendan...I think I can put 2 and 2 together... especially when your my boyfriend" He chuckles softly, running a hand through his hair in a nervous gesture. He's relieved and slightly embarrassed that you've known all along. "Right. Yeah. So... why didn't you say anything?" He asks, genuinely curious. "because where's the fun in that..." You smile "now are you gonna walk me home dingus?"
He grins at your teasing tone, his heart swelling with affection for you. He offers his arm to you. "Only if you call me that again, love." He says playfully, his earlier doubts and insecurities starting to fade away as he walks with you. "So...when did you figure it out?" "well when a superhero looks suspiciously like my boyfriend of 2 years things start adding up...on why said boyfriend randomly disappears and comes home in scraped, bruised, and cuts" He laughs, a genuine laugh that echoes through the empty street. "Fair point. I thought I was being so discreet." He gently pulls you closer as they walk, his arm wrapping around your waist. "You never told anyone though, did you? Not even your friends?" "nope... not a soul" He smiles softly, feeling grateful and a little proud that you've kept his secret all this time. "Good." He pauses as they reach your apartment building, turning to face you. "So...since you know everything now, does that change anything between us?"
"no not that I see..." He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Good." He pulls back slightly, his hand coming up to cup your face. "Because I don't want anything to change between us. You're still my girlfriend, my best friend, the only person who knows the real me." You smile up at him, He smiles back, his thumb brushing over your cheek before he suddenly sweeps you up into his arms, causing you to yelp in surprise. "And since it's late and I walked you home safely like I always do...I'm coming inside with you." He carries you towards the apartment door. "you live here dork..." You chuckle, He laughs and sets you down gently once you're inside the apartment, closing the door behind him. "Shut up and kiss me instead of calling me names." He pulls you into a deeper kiss this time, his hands sliding into your hair. "Missed you today..." "missed you too..." He smiles softly against your lips, his hands moving to your waist as he pulls you closer.
"I should probably go change out of this costume. It's not exactly comfortable." Не says with a chuckle, pulling back slightly but keeping you in his arms. He watches you closely, noticing the slight blush on your cheeks and the way your eyes linger on his costume. He leans in to whisper in your ear. "You know...you could help me take it off if you want..." "of course...Im always willing to help a superhero..." Your hands go to the zipper in the back of his costume. He swallows thickly as your hands work the zipper down his back, his muscles tensing slightly. He laughs softly, trying to make light conversation to hide his reaction to your touch. "You realize you're basically undressing Fridge right now, right?" Не jokes softly. "does Brendan have a problem with that?" His hands come up to cover yours on the zipper, stopping you momentarily as he turns around to face you properly. A genuine smirk plays on his lips as he captures your hands in his. "No problem at all... But if I let you keep going, I might actually ravish my girlfriend right here."
"good..." You smile His breath catches slightly at your response, the smirk growing wider as his eyes meet yours. "Well... that's my cue then." He turns around fully again, allowing you to finish unzipping the costume. "Just so we're clear..." You hum in acknowledgment as you press a kiss to his shoulder blades He shudders slightly at the kiss, his hands gripping the countertop in front of him as he tries to keep his composure. Once the zipper is fully down, he lets the costume fall to the floor, stepping out of it completely naked underneath. "You know what?" "what baby..." He turns around quickly, catching you in his arms with a mischievous grin. "Is it just me, or did my girlfriend get really comfortable being forward tonight?" He teases while pulling you closer. "Not that I'm complaining..." "well I just can't help but show how much I love both Fridge and Brendan... even if they are the same person" His expression softens at your words, the teasing tone disappearing as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "And I fucking love that about you." He pulls back slightly, his hands moving to the waistband of your pants. "Can I take these off too?" "Of course" A deep chuckle escapes him as he nods eagerly. He starts to slide your down while maintaining eye contact with you. "for the record..." He steps forward again, his hands finding your hips as he helps lower your clothes. "You're fucking stunning." You smile as hes striping you out of your clothes leaving you in your bra and panties. He swallows thickly as he takes in vour body. He's seen you like this plenty of times - hell, he's seen you naked - but Jesus, the way your curves fill out your bra and panties... He growls softly, wrapping an arm possessively around your waist and you wrap your arms around his neck. His hands immediately move to your backside, pulling you flush against him so you can feel his growing arousal against your stomach. He leans in to press soft kisses along your jawline, moving towards your ear. "You know what I love about this?" He murmurs softly. He breaks the kiss to whisper, "I love that you're not just comfortable with me being Fridge and Brendan... but that you see them as two sides of the same person you love." His hands squeeze your ass gently before sliding around to unhook your bra."Can I?" He asks softly. "of course Love" He smirks at the endearment, his hands working quickly to remove your bra. He tosses it aside before capturing one of your nipples in his mouth through your lace panties.
He sucks gently while his hand slides into your panties to find your clit. "Fridge or Brendan right now?" "doesn't matter to me...I just want my boyfriend... just you..." He moans softly around your nipple at your words, his fingers circling your clit slowly. He pulls back to look up at you, his mask off completely as he speaks. "Brendan. Right now, I'm just Brendan." He presses a kiss to your stomach before sliding down to his knees, pulling your panties down with him. You smile softly down at him. Brendan looks up at you with love in his eyes, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs. He spreads your legs wider before burying his face between your legs, his tongue finding your clit and sucking gently. "God, you're so fucking cute." "B..." You moan softly.
He hums softly against your pussy, his tongue sliding inside you. He spreads your legs wider with his shoulders, his fingers spreading your wetness up to your clit. "Baby, I have a question." He murmurs softly. "Can I fuck you like this tonight?" He asks softly, his tongue circling your clit slowly. "Just me and you, no mask, no Fridge... Just Brendan making love to my girlfriend?" His fingers push inside you gently as he waits for your answer. "Please..." He adds softly. "wouldn't want it any other way..."
He groans softly against your pussy, his fingers curling inside you as he sucks gently on your clit. He stands up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Fuck, I love you." He says softly, pressing a kiss to your lips. You kiss back lying back on the bed pulling him with you. "I love you too B" He smiles softly against your lips, positioning himself between your legs. He rests his forehead against yours. "No need for gentleness tonight, right? Just raw, pure... Brendan loving on his girlfriend?" He whispers. "You okay if I..." He trails off, looking slightly vulnerable. "just you love..." His heart swells with love at your simple response. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips before slowly pushing inside you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in as he starts to move slowly and deeply. "Mmm... my girl..." He hums softly. You moan softly. He kisses along your jaw and neck as he makes love to you, his hands roaming over your body gently. He hits that spot inside you that makes you gasp, and he whispers, "Right there... I got you baby." His pace picks up slightly, but remains slow and deep.
"Brendan...fuck..." He swallows your moan with his mouth, his hips rolling deeply. He knows this slow, deep pace hits all your spots. He spreads your legs wider with his knees, hitting that one spot that makes you curse. He pulls back slightly to watch your face as he nails it again and again. "Baby..." You whimper and moan, His eyes roll back as he watches your body respond to his slow thrusts. He hits that spot again, making you cry out softly. He loves making love to you like this - slow, deep, no roughness. He captures your lips softly, his hips rolling deeply and slowly. He groans softly against your lips, his hands reaching up to cup your bouncing tits gently. He loves watching them bounce with every thrust. He squeezes them gently, his thumbs brushing over your hard peaks. "Goddamn... these titties..." He whispers against your lips. "God..." He kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding against yours as he continues to fuck you slow and deep. He breaks the kiss to suck on your neck, leaving hickeys all over. He loves marking you up like this. He bites down gently, sucking hard as he hits that spot again. "Mmm..." "Brendan!" He groans deeply at the sound of his name coming out of your mouth like that. It sends a shudder down his spine and makes his cock twitch inside you. He starts to pick up the pace slightly, still keeping it deep but adding a little more urgency. "Shit..." "Brendan! Fuck!" Feeling your walls clamp down around him as you cum hard, he loses it. He buries himself balls deep and starts pounding into you relentlessly, chasing his own release. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with your cries and his rough breathing. "Fuck... I'm gonna- Ah, fuck!" He groans loudly, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside you. He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He presses soft kisses to your neck and collarbone, still buried deep inside you. Your hand goes to his hair stroking his hair gently. He nuzzles into your touch, his eyes closed in bliss. He stays buried inside you, enjoying the moment of intimacy. After a few minutes, he lifts himself slightly and presses gentle kisses along your jawline before capturing your lips softly. "Love you," He whispers against them. "love you too B"
He smiles softly against your lips, his heart swelling at your tender response. He rolls onto his side, carefully bringing you with him so you're nestled into his chest. His hand traces patterns on your bare back as he holds you. "You okay, baby?" "more than okay..." He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He loves these quiet moments after sex - just holding you and feeling your warmth against him. He wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you even closer if possible. "Good..." He murmurs sleepily.
Warnings: SMUT, blow job, slight miss use of superhero powers
Your on the couch of your shared apartment in a baggy shirt and panties fan blasting on you. "The A/C is a piece of shit." Brendan glances over, noticing you sprawled on the couch in just that. He frowns at the broken air conditioning unit.
"Yeah, it's been acting up all week. I keep telling the landlord." He gets up to check the thermostat, running a hand through his messy hair in frustration.
"wait! I just had an amazing idea!" You say sitting up. He turns from the thermostat, raising an eyebrow at your sudden enthusiasm. Sweat is already forming on his forehead. "What kind of idea? And make it quick -I'm melting here."
"use your powers to cool me down!" His eyes widen slightly, then narrow with suspicion. He crosses his arms. "You want me to use Fridge powers for personal air conditioning? What's in it for me?" Despite his hesitation, a small frost pattern forms on the wall behind him where he's standing.
"you get to feel up your super sexy girlfriend duh." You roll your eyes playfully with a smirk "and maybe a blowie when I'm cooled down." A faint blush appears on his cheeks despite his attempt to maintain composure. The temperature in the room noticeably drops. "Babe... you're impossible. But fine." He moves closer, frost forming around his fingertips.
You sigh in relief as he slides his hands up the back of your shirt "god your lovely." You kiss his neck. His breath hitches as your lips touch his skin. The cold from his hands spreads across your back, creating a contrast with the summer heat.
"Keep still," he murmurs, focusing on maintaining control while your kisses make it difficult. "Don't want to freeze you completely." Your nipples get hard from the cold. He notices your reaction, a small smirk forming. The temperature fluctuates between his hands and your skin. "Getting chilly in all the right places, huh?"
You giggle kissing him, He returns the kiss deeply, one hand still maintaining the cooling while the other slides to cup your face. "Mm... this might be the most efficient way to handle the heat."
The apartment's temperature continues to drop as he kisses you back, his powers naturally responding to your proximity.
"best boyfriend ever." His chest swells with pride at your words, though he tries to play it cool. The ice patterns on the walls grow more intricate. "Just don't tell the other heroes I'm using my powers for this." He gently nips your bottom lip. "my lips are sealed." His eyes twinkle with mischief as he creates a small ice crystals between his fingers.
"Good girl. Now about that... payment for my services?" The crystal melts instantly, dripping onto your shoulder. You smile and kiss down his chest and stomach "always love servicing super heroes..." You pull down his sweatpants. His breathing quickens as you move lower, the cold aura around him intensifying with his arousal.
"B-Babe... the windows..." He glances nervously at the open one, but his hands find their way into your hair. "so." You say kissing his cock. A sharp inhale escapes him, frost forming on the floor where he stands. His fingers tighten in your hair. "Fuck... the neighbors might see-" His protest cuts off as you continue, his powers momentarily unstable. He groans deeply, ice crystals forming on the ceiling as he struggles to maintain control. His body temperature fluctuates between hot and cold.
"Shit... your mouth is... so nice..." His head falls back, eyes fluttering shut. A thin layer of frost spreads across the ceiling tiles. "Just like that... don't stop..." His hips twitch slightly, fighting the urge to thrust as he holds onto your hair for stability. You hum around him. The resulting vibration makes him gasp, and suddenly the whole apartment's temperature drops several degrees. Ice crystals begin forming on the windows.
"Babe, I- fuck, I'm-" His control is slipping dangerously, powers responding to your talented mouth.
You caress his thigh, His thigh muscles tense under your touch, the ice spreading faster. He's trying desperately to keep from freezing anything. "Baby... I can't-" He warns breathlessly, voice strained with pleasure and effort. With a final shudder, he releases. At the same time, a burst of cold air fills the room as his powers surge uncontrollably. The TV screen frosts over instantly. "Oh god-!" He pants, you swallow.
He watches you with dazed eyes, still catching his breath. The ice recedes slightly as his body temperature stabilizes. "You're... going to be the death of me, you know that?" The TV screen starts defrosting as he gently pulls you up for a kiss. You giggle softly because he had made it snow He looks around at the tiny snowflakes drifting through the apartment, then at your amused face. A sheepish grin spreads across his features. "Oops. That's... new." He wipes a snowflake from your cheek with his thumb.
