#s: fitzmack

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I am a little unhappy about not getting the dramatic reunion scene I wanted, however, all of this loving support of eachother is really giving me life! 

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Okay, but hear me out. Top!Fitz. 

No just listen okay.

Because here's the thing. Of course we all love Mack to top. I think Mack loves topping to. But the thing I love about Mack is not just that he's so gigantic, it's that he gigantic and gentle. Mack isn't some brutish, aggressive, demanding, top. Mack is the kind of lover to take his time. To be responsive to his partners needs. Patient. Listening. If his partner wants him to fuck them senseless, he's there for it, more than capable, will gladly comply. But the same is true if his partner needs him to be gentle, slow, all rocking hips and ghosting finger tips, and languorous bruising kisses. Mack doesn't just accommodate his lovers needs either. He enjoys it. It gets him off, being what his partner needs.

It stands to reason then, that Mack would likely notice when Fitz wants to ask something, but can't quite get the words out. Of course Fitz can't usually speak at all when Mack is sucking his brain out through his dick and that has nothing to do with his aphasia, but Mack can sense the there is something weighing on Fitz' mind. Mack pulls off of Fitz' dick with a wet slurp.

"W-Why'd you stop. Don't -- Don't stop." Fitz is whining, bucking his hips up off the bed.

"What's on your mind Turbo?" Mack says crawling back up Fitz' body, trailing kisses, sucking on a nipple. Not conducive to getting an answer, but how could Mack resist.

"What nothing." Fitz attempts to lie.

"C'mon baby, you can tell me. Whatever you want, I want to give it to you."

"Well I want to give it to you actually." Fitz blurts it out. Well, that didn't take much coaxing at all.

"You mean... you wanna--?" Mack is grinning now.

"Actually, never mind, forget it." Fitz is blushing a rather violent shade of red, and scooting away from Mack on the bed, grabbing a pillow to cover himself with.

"No, Fitz, wait. You mean it? You.. you wanna top?"

Fitz pauses, jaw working glaring at some point in the distance, before finally speaking. "Well, I mean... I- er I like when you-- you know, but well I've never, not that way, you know. I-- well, yes, I've thought about it."

Mack moves slowly, closing the distance between them. He pushes up and gently straddles Fitz' hips, careful to keep most of his weight off Fitz.

"Anything you want turbo." Mack grabs Fitz' chin and turn his face to look at him, "Anything you want, I'll give it to you. Just tell me. You just have to tell me." Macks heart is beating so fast. He staring into the deep blue eyes of his lover, and Fitz is searching his face, looking for any hint that Mack isn't genuine, the he doesn't really want this. He wont find it. Now that the suggestion is out there, Mack is practically chomping at the bit.

"I--" he falters, "I want to fuck you. Will you let me--" Fitz doesn't get to finish before Mack has covered his mouth with his own.

"Yes Fitz, fuck yes." Mack mumbles against Fitz' mouth.

Fitz reaches up and wraps his arms around Macks shoulders and pulls him just that much closer.

"So how do you wanna--?" FItz asks when they finally part.

"You're calling the shots big guy. You tell me?"

"Er-" He pauses, before seeming to gather himself up a but, "On your hands and knees."

"You got it!" Mack says before jumping off Fitz and pressing his ass in the air. It almost feels weird at first. Vulnerable in a way he's not used to. It excites him. He loves that he is doing this with Fitz, the he feels totally at ease, total trust in him. He loves that Fitz has trusted him with this too. It makes something warm settle in the pit of his stomach. He grinning despite himself.

Fitz lays a tentative hand on one cheek of Macks ass, "I want to finger you first. I should finger you first, right? That's what you do with me."

Fitz is babbling, Mack doesn't even need to respond, because Fitz is already lubing up a couple fingers and sliding them around Macks hole poking and teasing, before sliding one in to the first knuckle. Mack hisses at the sudden pressure.

"Good?" Fitz asks from behind him.

"Yes, good, don't stop."

And Fitz doesn't stop. First the one finger slides in, then two, then a third and Mack is sweating and groaning and grasping at the sheets. He's vaguely aware of pushing his hips back onto Fitz' fingers, but the motion is purely instinctive.

Behind him, Fitz releases a shuddering breath.

"C'mon Turbo, I'm ready." Mack manages to grate out.

Slowly Fitz slides his fingers out of Mack, who sighs at the loss. Fitz presses a kiss to the small of Macks back, before climbing up to practically drape himself along Macks spine. 

Slowly, Ftz presses in. First just nudging the tip, then gently rocking his hips a bit, before finally, Mack feels that sweet slick slide as Fitz pushes all the way in.

"Fuuuck." Mack groans when Fitz bottoms out.

"Jesus Christ, you're so tight Mack." Fitz says the blasphemy, but it sounds like a prayer. reverent and full of so much want.

Fitz pulls all the way out before sliding back in, a but quicker this time, a bit more force behind the thrust. Mack is blissed out already, thighs trembling and falling further apart each time Fitz slams back into his body. Fitz, for his part is managing a steady rhythm for awhile, but that doesn't last long at all. Mack can feel the moment when Fitz is about to come. When the steady slapslapslap of their thighs meeting goes staccato and Fitz' breath becomes ragged and shallow.

Fitz is silent when he comes, as he usually is, jaw clenching, eyes squeezing shut, his whole body convulsing with the power of it. Mack's seen his face enough times to have it memorized, he doesn't even need to look to know what he looks like right now.

Fitz releases the bruising grip he has on Macks hips, and slowly slides his cock out. He taps Mack on the thigh, their non-verbal signal for 'turn over', and as soon as Mack is on his back, Fitz has swallowed Macks cock down. 

"Ohhh shit!" Macks toes instantly curl and his back arches up off the bed. He's not going to last long. Mack runs a hand through the sweaty mess of Fitz' curls and mumbles out, "'m gonna come." Fitz just hmmms around Macks cock, and that's it. Mack pretty much blacks out, but the next he's aware Fitz is crawling back up Macks body to rest against his chest, sighing deeply, content.

"Was that alright?" Fitz asks, voice gone a bit shy.

Mack lets out a huff of breath, "More than alright Turbo, that was--" Mack doesn't even have the word.

"So... we'll mix it up sometimes then?"

"Fuck yes turbo, anything you want." Mack replies breathless, curling an arm around Fitz, before drifting to sleep.

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Fitzmack?! Maybe like... Fitz worrying that he's too small in stature compared to Mack... but Mack likes carrying him around all over the place and cuddling him every chance he gets. Mack's super into Fitz being tiny compared to him! Besides.. he's not tiny everywhere ;)

“Fitz, wake up.” Mack looked at the man still passed out in his bed. It was already nearly noon, and he hadn’t so much as winked an eye all day. Probably worn out Mack thinks a smug grin spreading across his face. 

“Turbo! C’mon man. We’ve got stuff to do.” He tries again, smacking Fitz lightly on the butt.

“Mmmghh.” Fitz whines burrowing deeper in the covers. So clearly faking it at this point. That’s fine.

“I know you’re awake. Do I have to carry you? I will carry you.”

“Ugh, Mack please! I’m so sleepy.” Fitz mumbles around a yawn, bating a had at the air ineffectually. God, he is so beautiful Mack thinks. All sleep rumpled and grumpy and he still has light bruises at his hips where Mack had gripped a bit too tightly. 

“Alright, I;m just gonna have to carry you to the shower then.” Mack says before scooping the smaller man up in his arms bridal style.

“Mack!” Fitz exclaims suddenly fully awake, “Put me down! I can walk!”

“Hmm, nah.” Mack replies grinning down at his petite boyfriend.

“You’re the worst.” Fitz grumps, crossing his arms and doing his best to look like he hates being carried against Macks chest. Of course Mack doesn’t miss the way that Fitz wiggles a bit to get comfortable in Macks arms as he carries him to the bathroom.

*

The thing is, Mack loves the fact that Fitz is so much smaller than him. He loves that he can just pick him up and carry him around, drop him in his lap while they watch a movie. In bed, and Fitz would never admit this, but Fitz is like a kitten in his sleep, literally pawing at Macks chest as if to soften him up a bit before curling up on top of him. 

But Fitz keeps worrying about it. Mack notices little things at first. Like when they stand next to each other, Fitz will glance at him sideways before standing up a little straighter, rocking onto his toes to be a little taller next to him. When they are in the lab, Fitz waits until Mack leaves the room before grabbing a stool to reach things on high shelves, rather than just asking Mack to get it for him.

After a few weeks of this, Mack watching Fitz quietly panic about his insecurity, he finally says something about it. One night when they are getting ready to sleep, Mack decides to bring it up.

“It’s just, you’re so-” Fitz gestures vaguely at Mack.

“Tall?”

“Yes. Tall, big, strong. I’m none of those things.”

“First of all Fitz, you’re probably the strongest person I know-”

Fitz huffs and looks away as he always does when Mack reminds him of what an incredible person he is.

”- and-” Mack pauses letting a sly grin spread over his face, “you’re plenty big everywhere it counts.” That earns him a scandalized gasp and a slap to the arm.

“Mack.” Fitz whines.

“I mean it. Seriously though, I like that you’re shorter than me to be honest. It’s uh.. kind of a turn on for me. Hadn’t you noticed.”

“I mean. It’s not annoying to you? Mack, I have to jump when I want to kiss you. That has to be annoying.”

“Annoying? Are you serious. I love your jump kisses.”

Fitz is full blushing now, but he strides a little closer, “Really.”

“Yes, really. I love your jump kisses, and I love when you sit on my lap during movies, and I love that I can pick you up and carry you around, and I-”

Mack doesn’t get to finish his little speech, because Fitz has literally climbed up him and wrapped around him like an octopus and is presently kissing him for all he’s worth.

When they finally part for breath, Fitz is beaming at Mack and his heart does a little swoopy thing in his chest.

“Fuck, I love you FItz. You’ve got to know that. Everything about you. Even if you were 350 pounds and 6’9. I’d love your gigantic ass too.”

Fitz bites his bottom lip, still blushing furiously, “Love you too.”

*

The next morning, Mack wakes up to a naked and sex funky Fitz happily sprawled across him, one leg thrown all the way over him, hanging off the edge of the bed. Still beautiful. 

“Turbo, c’mon. It’s late. We’ve gotta get up.”

Fitz snuggles deeper against Macks chest.

“Fitz, man. C’mon. Get up.”

And Fitz the cheeky bastard just winks open one eye and says all feigned sweetness, “I’m so sleepy Mack, I think you’ll have to carry me.”  

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I'm taking prompts!

I have an itch to write things. Hit me and I'll write pretty much whatever! Y'all know my ships! (also feeling like some rarepairs so... halemore? sciles? samsteve? mchaleinski? derek/chris/ derek/parrish? seriously.. give me mcu/teen wolf rarepairs)

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In which Mack seriously questions why he's so attracted to this adorable idiot genius.

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I spend every day thinking about the fact that Fitz doesn’t know that Mack is alive. I spend everyday thinking about that and wondering what is going to happen when they are finally reunited. Like I’m so glad that Mack was snapped out of his crazy zombie trance, but like I feel like he’s going to need some time to recover after that. Maybe after the dust settles and everyone begins regrouping and licking their wounds, no one even thinks to let Fitz know that Mack is fine, he’s okay and he’s just recovering, passed out after his ordeal.

Fitz doesn’t even get the question out before May is nodding at him and saying, “He’s fine, he’s sleeping, but.. he’s fine.”

And Fitz lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and that knot that’s been in the pit of his stomach loosens a bit.

He’s alive. He’s alive.

And Fitz hasn’t fully figured out his feelings for Mack. But he’s knows that there are definitely feelings. He knows that he was devastated when he thought that Mack wasn’t going to make it, when he thought that he’s never even get the chance to work out what his feeling for Mack are. But now…

And Simmons peels herself from his side and says, “Go.. go on.” Her smile is watery, but genuine, and he realizes in that moment that he will never not love Simmons, but he understands that maybe he has been able to move on from loving her that way. Fitz returns the smile, kisses her cheek and whispers in her ear thank you and I’m sorry, and then he’s off, all but running to medical.

He sees Bobbi first, standing vigil at Macks bedside about 5 feet away, back rigid and ramrod straight. He doesn’t say anything , just stands next to her, taking in the miracle before him. Because this, Mack, being here, alive, healthy, is nothing short of a miracle.

Bobbie rests a hand on Fitz’ shoulder, squeezing briefly, before turning to walk out.

Before she can exit fully, Fitz says, “He won’t blame you. He won’t be upset.” and he doesn’t know when he became the one to speak for a comatose Mack, but it feels right. It feels like Mack would want Bobbi to know that. She doesn’t reply, just hums and closes the door behind her.

Mack sleeps for three straight days.

Fitz doesn’t move from his bedside. No one even bothers to try and get him to. Simmons brings him food which he barely eats. Coulson comes and sits with him for a few minutes on the second day, silent. His presence is oddly comforting, even though a part of Fitz is still resentful at how quickly Coulson was able to order the group to abandon Mack to the tunnels. He knows now that there was no other option to make. That’s the burden of being the Director, making the calls that no one else can make, letting everyone hate you, as long as you are doing your job to keep the world safe. It’s a heavy burden, and Fitz is grateful to Coulson for bearing it.

On the third day, when Mack wakes Fitz is actually asleep. He hears Macks voice and thinks it’s a dream for a moment.

“Mack? Mack! Oh my god you’re awake!” and he doesn’t even think about it, just throws himself at Mack and wraps his arms around him.

And Mack, he doesn’t even say anything really at first, just squeezes Fitz tighter to him, whispering Fitz Fitz over and over, like he’s trying to prove this is real, that he’s really awake.

When he’s finally able to say more than one word, Mack buries his face deeper in the crook of Fitz neck and says, “Fitz, I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry.”

And Fitz pulls back at that, because no, that’s wrong, Mack shouldn’t be apologizing. And he looks at Mack, really this time, and sees that his face is streaked with tears, and his brow is furrowed and he’s not quite meeting Fitz’ gaze and just no. This is wrong, Fitz never wants to see Mack look like that. Mack is supposed to be all easy smiles, and strength and, confidence and wit, and blunt sarcasm, and shit Fitz loves Mack. Not just because he’d been there for Fitz when he had no one. No Fitz just loves Mack because he is who he is.

“Mack, no- you don’t- er- please don’t be.” And of course Fitz can’t find the words right now. And just like that Mack fights through his tears to offer a smile to Fitz, and says,

“I’m with you turbo.”

And that’s it, Fitz leans in and presses his lips to Macks, light and hesitant at first, and the growing bolder when he feels Macks hand flex tighter where it’s resting at his hip.

They pull apart after some indeterminate about of time and this time Macks smile is full and genuine and just for Fitz.

“Don’t be sorry.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t do that again.”

“Okay.”

Fitz punches him lightly in the shoulder, still grinning. Mack slides over a bit on the bed and moves a hand up to the middle of Fitz’ back, pulling him down onto the bed.

“C’mere.” He says and pulls Fitz’ head down to rest on his chest. Fitz curls himself around Mack on the tiny bed that really shouldn’t even be big enough for Mack alone.

They both fall asleep like that.

No one bothers them. For a little while, just a bit, they get to have some peace.

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