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lovelybarnes · 1 year

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Maybe Later- B. Barnes

Pairings: bucky barnes x reader, sam wilson, thor odinson Warnings: alcohol, bucky is drunk (ooc? Have we ever seen him drunk i watched all of his scenes lol) About: this quote thing. I dont know if i got what i was aiming for. (“marry me” “maybe later”

Three-oh-two glows red in pinched little lines on your alarm, blunt in the darkness of the room and sharp against the pale light the moon manages through margins between your curtains. The numbers are smudged in sleep as you blink awake from what was meant to be a short rest for your eyes, bent and refracted like you’re looking through a finger-smudged window. You could easily mistake it for a dream if your phone weren’t singing loudly from your bedside table.

With a groan, you slam a hand over it, the piercing noise insistent even with your fingers wrapped around its width. You squint against the brightness of the screen, sitting up when you recognize Sam’s contact name in bold white letters.

“Hello?” you greet tiredly, rolling your shoulders as your weariness begins to pass. The rivets of your jeans dig into your abdomen, your casual shirt proves itself not soft enough for sleep, and you pick at the shoulder. The blankets are creased and made beneath you.

“Hey, sleeping beauty.” Sam’s voice comes through rough and curved in a smile you can see through the phone. “Got somethin’ for you.”

You blink at the wall. “What?”

“A grumpy old man.”

“Which one?” An amused crackle smothers the delicate silence. “What happened to twelve? I tried to wait.”

“Someone had a little too much to drink.” There’s commotion from the other side of the line, a joyous yell and shattering. Sam groans loudly.

“Well, Asgardian liquor tends to stir something in our Avengers,” you mumble, scooting to the edge of your bed to squeeze on your shoes, squished and set next to you at the ready.

“You have no idea.” Sam mutters. Bucky’s voice suddenly comes through, distant and too distorted to make out specifics. “Incoming.”

“I have a little one,” you digress, lashes kissing at their edges in your search for the car keys that had been at your hip.

“Hey, what the hell was that noise--” Sam begins, far away, before he’s abruptly cut off. “Hey--”

“Honey?” Bucky’s voice is loud enough that you wince and pull the speaker away from your ear, catching a glint from your bed. “S’that you?”

“Yeah, darling, it’s me,” you murmur, voice a little honeyed as you hook a finger through the car key ring peeking from behind a pillow.

“I miss you,” his words bump into each other, so heartfelt he can’t get them out fast enough with a heavy tongue. “Will y’come get me please?”

“I’m on my way. Don’t get into too much trouble,” you command gently, jaw against the soft flesh of your neck to keep your phone steady while you pull at your left shoe.

He makes a disgruntled noise. “F’course not.”

“Don’t drink any more, you’re going to have a killer hangover tomorrow as it is.” You step out of your room and make your way to the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor.

“That is not true. My tolerance is,” he hiccups and bursts into a startled laugh, “high. Way higher than Steve’s.”

“Is that true?” You chuckle, stepping out once the doors have parted.

“Yeah,” Bucky affirms agreeably.

“Interesting. Can’t wait to see how Golden Boy is doing.”

“Not great, but at least he’s having fun,” Sam cuts in, Bucky’s indignance about it muffled over the phone. “He’s going to regret--Barnes, give me a second--he’s gonna regret ever touching the--Barnes, damn it--the stuff. You asshole, you have your own phone--”

There’s a click and then silence, where you’re left staring amusedly at a dimming screen with one foot ready to climb into your car. “Well then,” you mumble, shutting off the device before you set it neatly in the cupholder between the two front seats. After you’ve turned on the engine and begun to set off, you turn mournfully to the clean inside of your car and hope ceaselessly that it’ll stay that way.

You’re only a few minutes from Sam’s house when your phone rings out a familiar bouncy tune you’d had Bucky pick out for his identifying ringtone. It was sweet and melancholy all at the same time, and it had taken him ten seconds and a look at your beaming face for him to label it as his.

His voice is stretched out and mournful when you answer, your name replaced with a rare Baby?

“Hey, honey. Found your phone?”

He ignores you, breathing out a long sigh. “I miss you.”

“We just talked on the phone,” you laugh. “I haven’t even given you a chance to miss me yet.”

He seems to mull it over for a short moment, elongated in his hazy mind. “Are you on your way?”

“I’m almost there.”

“That’s good because I miss you.”

“Do you now?” you hum.

“Steve knows,” Bucky pillars.

“I bet he does,” you laugh. Bucky hums in confirmation. “How much have you had to drink?” you ask. “You even sound a little different.”

“I missed this,” Bucky muses drily. “I love Asgard.”

“You’re going to take that back tomorrow.” You turn and spot the name of Sam’s street. “But it’s okay because I’ll take care of you.”

What follows you don’t expect. Bucky breathes out loud, nearly doleful, coming out static on your end.

You frown. “Bucky? Is something wrong?”

“No,” he sulks, a complete lie.

You don’t bother pushing him when he’s more stubborn than usual and you’re only a voice on his phone. “If you say so. I’m almost there, okay? I’m going to hang up now.”

“Don’t hang up. I want to hear your voice.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” you catch sight of Sam’s house. “I hang up, and you’ll get a lot more than my voice in a minute. What do you think?”

There’s a petulant sigh on the receiver. “What about the wonders of technology?”

“What happened to ‘we did just fine in the forties’?”

He says your name long and pleading.

“You get very dramatic when you’re drunk, you know that? I’ll be with you before you know it.”

“No. No… c’mon, please, dove.”

“I’m pulling in!” you exclaim.

“I don’t see you.”

“That’s not surprising. Seeing through walls isn’t a super-solder ability as far as I know,” you tease, shutting off the engine and unbuckling yourself. You nestle your phone between the soft crook of your neck as you open the door.

You can see Bucky pout through the phone.

“I’m coming in. Stop gossipping about me to the guys, okay?” you goad, coming to a stop in front of the door. It’s only a glance at the doorbell before Sam, bare-chested, appears in the doorway, haloed by light and smoke from his house. You gape at him. “Why are you--”

“Get him out of my house.”

“I’m trying,” you muster, letting him usher you inside. The house is a mess, with Avengers strewn on the couches and cups everywhere.

“Get them all out of my house. Why did I volunteer to host?”

You shrug, shaking your head as you observe the mess.

Bucky says your name from the phone, reminding you that he’s still on the line, but you don’t need to answer once you spy him in a kitchen seat next to Steve, slumped next to him.

Bucky’s face is bothered, his voice echoed each time he says something. Once you’re a few steps behind him, you hang up and slip your phone into your pocket.

Bucky grunts, pulling a face as he stares at his phone, fingers already moving to your contact just when you position yourself close enough to feel the heat of him on your skin. It’s only a moment testament to his inebriation before he turns, furrowed brows softening when his eyes meet yours. His phone clatters to the table, forgotten.

He murmurs your name, kind and relieved in a melancholy shade. Vibranium fingers twine their way between yours.

“Hey,” you whisper. “I found you.”

“You found me,” he parrots softly, pulling you closer nearly on instinct.

Your free index reaches up to brush a stray strand of brown hair from his face, grazing the warm skin of his forehead, and he leans into it, his other hand going up to grab it too.

You can’t help your smile, dipping down to constellate kisses along his hairline. “Ready to go home?”

He hums his agreeance, watching you with honey eyes. When he moves closer to you, Steve’s elbow slides down the table. With a quick swoop, you remove a hand from Bucky’s hold to cradle Steve’s head before it can slam down onto the surface. You turn to Sam in bewilderment. He shrugs.

Carefully, you set him down on the table, awkwardly patting his hair. “Didn’t think Captain America would go down because of alcohol poisoning, but I guess it had to be something.”

Bucky pulls on the hand he’s still holding, bringing your attention back to him.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, crouching to be able to see him better.

He grins dumbly, majorly soft. “You look pretty.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the pleased little swoop of your heart. “You look pretty too, you know that?”

“He knows,” Sam cuts in, near accusing toward you.

“Shut up, Sam,” Bucky mumbles.

Sam scowls. “In my own damn house.” He moves to Steve, draping him over himself. “I’ll see you tomorrow, gotta lug all these idiots onto their sides.”

“Okay,” you laugh, “thank you, Sam.”

He grunts in reply, leaving you and Bucky alone. He’s already looking at you when you turn to him again.

“Do you need help getting up?” you ask. He shakes his head but you throw his arm over your shoulder anyway, pulling him to his feet. He’s heavy but at least somewhat steady with your help. “God, Buck.”

“”S all muscle.”

“I know,” you assure amusedly.

The walk only lasts a couple of seconds before Bucky begins to sway. You try your best to hold him up, but are forced to slump into a couch with him when the top of your left knee bumps into one. Instead of helping, Bucky clamps his fingers around your wrists when you move to get up. He’s staring again.

“What?”

“Y’came to pick me up,” he says, as if just realizing it. “All the way here.”

“Of course. I gotta get you home, baby.”

He grasps your hand. “Baby,” he repeats favorably.

You don’t usually call him that, and even in his drunken stupor, he realizes it.

“What’s the time?” he demands suddenly.

“Three? Four?” you assume, preoccupied with sitting up. He’s distracted enough to sit by as you stand, knees bumping into his. “Very late. Or, early, I suppose.”

He inhales deeply, staring up at you with his lovely eyes.

“What’s wrong?” you query immediately, voice dropping to a softer pitch.

“You came for me,” he echoes.

“I did,” you agree patiently. “Wanna stand up so we can get home?”

“I love you.” It’s the most sober he’s sounded.

“I love you too,” you assure, dipping down to hold his jaw between your fingers. A demuring thumb swipes across his cheek. “You know that.”

“I do,” he whispers.

You smile, squeezing him lovingly between your palms, nebulously elated that he knows he’s loved. “Up,” you murmur, pulling on him until he’s just above hovering over the couch.

“Marry me,” he blurts, as if it’s been on the tip of his tongue, words carved earnestly and permanently; overdue.

You smile at him, focused on bringing and keeping him on his feet. Once he is, you take small steps toward the door. “Maybe later.”

“Y’promise?” he’s your hazy eyes when you’re focused entirely on him, cupping the sharp point of a chair before you can bump into it. Clumsily, he pulls open the door, wanting to wait until you’re out first but you don’t let him.

“I do,” you respond as you guide him to your car, helping him crawl in and looping an index around his seatbelt. His fingers interrupt you before the buckle has grazed further than his chest. “Bucky?”

He extends his pinky and stares at you pointedly.

Complying, you curve your pinky around his.

He’s satisfied, letting you buckle him in and watching as you round the car to your seat.

“Thor should come more.”

“We’ll see,” you laugh, starting the engine.

He pulls at the arm nearest to him before you can begin driving, extending his fingers out expectantly. It’s familiar but strange to see from the driver’s perspective. Still, you obey.

“I’m hungry,” he declares, settling in as you drive. “Can we get pizza?”

“Maybe later.”

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ismileeprnc · 7 months

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𝐀 𝐖𝐞(𝐞𝐚)𝐞𝐤’𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲: 𝐄𝐩 𝟗 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

pairing w zhong chenle

GENRE Smut, a touch of angst if you squint real hard lol

MINORS DNI 🙏🏾

MENTION OF edging (no actual scene tho) hair pulling, sub!chenle, oral (fem receiving), face fucking, squirting, dom!reader, dick gripping, slight overstimulation, reader has two orgasms

A/N: just me writing @ 3am again. No biggie 🤭 also I haven’t written for chenle in a while. Feedback is appreciated! Remember to be kind tho :/ thanks always for the love in my absence 💚💚💚

Chenle wasn’t sure how much he could take before he had to get on his knees and practically beg you to fuck him. It’s been a nonstop thing all week long of you riling him up, getting him so close to edge just to leave him high and dry. Hard and trembling with need to come.

Borderline blue-balling him And it didn’t help that you were skipping around his place in just your underwear and a shirt of his that hiked up your ass every time you bent over. Obviously on purpose.

There weren’t enough cool showers he could take to keep his erections down and jerking off was basically pointless. He could never make himself feel as good as you do and he knows you knows this, reason why you never barged in on his little “shower sessions,” not even when he was moaning your name on the other side.

He didn’t know if it were a game or not but accepted his defeat long ago and you noticed how much more sulkier he has become. Going to little to no answers. You can’t help but wonder if you went too far. You only wanted to see how far he could go before he was groveling at your feet but now he just shrugs off you advances. Despite having the most painful boners, his back turn towards you and tries to get some sleep. Eventually it had to go away.

That next morning he wakes up alone and to the smell of something cooking. His stomach almost immediately growls, reminding him how he hadn’t eaten last night. Chenle kicks backs the covers, dragging his tired limbs out of bed and to kitchen where he finds you over the stove, again just in his shirt and underwear.

“Since when do you cook?” His voice croaks and coughs to clear his throat. You stay turned away from him, stirring in whatever you had in the pot in front of you.

“Since someone decided to skip dinner last night.” Looking over your shoulder directly at him, “Don’t ever do that again.” You sounded angry which made him uneasy, looking down to avoid your gaze while playing with the cuffs of his hoodie. ‘Sorry, wasn’t hungry.’

Liar. But you let it go for now and went on to plate his food, setting it down before him. Snapping your fingers and pointing for him to sit. Chenle does but waits for you join him to before digging in.

Not a single word was exchanged between you. Not even a glance. The hell was he even supposed to say? Clearly you were pissed but he couldn’t decipher whether if it was because he went to bed hungry or was it something else? He was too scared to ask. Afraid of having a possible argument and tries shutting up his mind on finding a conclusion and continued to eat.

He offered to wash the dishes, feeling bad if he left you to do them after you cooked for him. Still you haven’t said a word. Kind of surprised you didn’t since knowing how much he hated doing dishes. He’s drawn to the conclusion that it wasn’t about him skipping dinner last night. It was definitely something else. But what?

He hasn’t joked with you in the last few days. Couldn’t have been something he said. He remembers to put the toilet lid down every time he goes. So what could it possibly—

“Oh.” The boy nearly hollers when he’s abruptly snatched from his train of thoughts, realizing you somehow had gotten behind him and your hand shoved down his boxers, gripping his dick.

“Y/n—”

“So this is why you’re ignoring me? Done got used to not having your dick wet you think you don’t need me anymore?” Squeezing tighter, he only wails and grips the edge of the sink. Water still running and soap on his hands.

Don’t need you anymore? Of course he needs you. Needs so fucking bad that he thinks he will actually explode. He needed your touch so much. To feel your lips all over him but most importantly, he needs to be inside of you. So deep that he could see himself protrude in your tummy. Need to hear you tell him he was fucking you too good, how nice and full he made you.

“Please, please, please.” He hisses through closed teeth, already sounding needy when you literally had his cock in a chocking grip.

“Why? Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just let you run off to the shower to fix yourself?”

Because I don’t wanna fix myself! Is what he wanted to say. Those words being right on the tip of his tongue but morphed into chants as your grip had gotten any more possibly tighter when he was taking too long to respond.

“I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. WHATEVER YOU WANT, I SWEAR I’LL DO IT.” He babbles like a fool, standing on his tippies as if that were gonna help with the pain. You cut him some release, loosening your grip at his outburst. Taking your finger under his chin so he’s looking you directly in the eye.

“Whatever I want huh?” And he nods frantically, shaking some hair in his eyes.

He loses his breath when you in one move let go of his cock and pushed him down on his knees. The impact stung but he was able to put that on the back burner when you saw your bare pussy come into view.

Wait— so you weren’t wearing underwear—

Chenle gasps as you draw his face near you by his hair. His breath fanning against you, making you aching in need. These last few days has been as much torture for you as it were for him but thankfully you had him right where you wanted him.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Chenle instantly does and hums the second your juices were dancing on his tongue. You were so wet, some of it getting on his face as he lapped it all up best as he could.

Keeping your hand in his hair, you steer his head deeper into your cunt. His nose nestled right against your clit as you held him still, fucking yourself on his face.

“Just like that. Only your tongue.” You then moan loudly and reach for the counter beside you to hold yourself up.

Chenle felt his jaw beginning to ache the more pressure you put down on him as well as his scalp burning from the gripping. His brain too was screaming for oxygen. Just a little more. He chants to himself, squeezing your thighs to hold on but that didn’t stop the little white dots from spotting in his vision.

Right then you were coming. The pleasure had became so much that you squirted all over his face, it dripping down his chin as well as the side of your legs. Chenle took big gulps of air and swallowed a bit that landed in his mouth.

He looked a mess; face wet and a very obvious bulge protruding through his boxers.

“Couch.” Was all you said before Chenle was collecting himself off the ground and scurried off to the living room, dragging you with him.

The second his back met the plush surface, you were climbing on top of him and rid him of his boxers. His cock sprung out and smacked against his tummy. The tip already leaking with precum and colored an angry shade of red.

Without warning, you sink down on his length, punching a moan out the both of you. He seemed to have forgotten tight you were in a matter of days. Your walls sucked him in like a vacuum while he stretched you out nicely. Raising your hips till all was left was his tip before sinking back down on him. A repetitive movement you did a couple more times before finding your rhythm.

Chenle was beyond cloud nine. Getting lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him like a glove. So warm. So wet from your previous orgasm. It created a nice slip, making it easy for you to bounce on top of him. This is all he wanted all week long. How could ever you accuse him of not needing you? He needed you always like the very breath he breathed. And whatever your reason may had been for causing him boner-filled nights, hopefully it was all over.

“I’m so close.” He whines in your ear, gripping the back of your shirt like if you were gonna slip right through his fingers and holds you close to his body.

“Please let me come. Let me fill you up.”

Nodding, giving him the go, “Come for me baby.”

Chenle releases inside of you, his body completely stiffens under you just from how intense his orgasm was while you milked him of every drop.

You still had to finish. Sitting up, your hips rocked increasingly faster and caused Chenle to wail. Hands trying to push you off top of him,

“T-too muc-ch.” But you held him down with your weight, determined to come a second time. Your hand shoots down between your bodies, contacting with your clit. Just the edge you needed to come undone, spasming around his spent cock.

You both take a minute to regain your breath, chests raising and falling together until they were steady. Listening to each other’s still breathing. It wasn’t tense like it was earlier and for the first time in what felt like a month, he was actually lying with you and not against you. He missed this so damn much.

Before he allowed himself to slip in a doze, he always joke that your pussy puts him out, but he feels you sit up. One arm propped on his chest to hold you up.

“What’s the real reason why you were ignoring me ?” You just had to know. Drawing a line of confusion between his brows.

“Why do you think I was ignoring you?” Head tilting in curiosity and earns a shrug from you.

“I don’t know. You just seemed to push me away whenever I got close.”

He stared back at you like you had just said the dumbest thing, which you quite literally did because ain’t no way you were oblivious to everything you had been doing to him.

“You’re really gonna sit here and pretend like you didn’t just blue ball me all week long?”

Chenle was no fool. The second he saw you trying to cover a smirk, he called you out and smacked your butt but you just continue to laugh at him, amused by the whole thing. He knew you toying with him this whole time.

“Why would you do that?! Do you know the pain you caused?”

Wiping away your last tear, he’s glad you think this was funny.

“Sorry Lele. Just wanted to see how long you would last. I didn’t expect you to get so sulky and start ignoring me.”

Chenle scoffs, feigning offense.

“I was not sulking.” He defended but now you were the one staring back at him.

“Chenle… you’re literally wearing a hoodie that says I hate people. You were sulky.”

#nct dream smut #nct dream hard thoughts #nct dream imagines #nct dream x reader #chenle smut #chenle x reader #chenle imagines #zhong chenle smut #zhong chenle x reader #nct dream blurbs #nct dream scenarios #nct dream headcanons #nct dream

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nijigasakilove · 3 months

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“I’m fully aware of the facts and I choose to become Prince Arnold’s bride” you go girl you better stand by your man lol

Theodore can bring up all the negative stuff he wants about his brother, but Rishe’s seen through to Arnold’s true self and fully believes he’s a kind and noble person. Yea he may have killed people in battle, but only out of a need to defend his people. I do want some explanation on what Theodore meant by Arnold killed his mother.. maybe something during birth or a childhood accident?

“What is this resolve in your eyes” even Arnold couldn’t help but be taken aback by how resolute Rishe is in the face of such circumstances. She’s determined to stand by him 😩

RAAAAAAH FIRST KISS. THIS WAS PERFECT. Can’t blame bro at all for folding and kissing her. She was just saying everything you’d want to hear at that moment. For Arnold it’s gotta be so nice to finally have someone that understands you so well and that you view as an equal. The staff cooked with that scene and made my week.

Back in the palace, it was great seeing Rishe have the maids help with the cosmetic production process and even get to use it. For girls like Elsie who’ve come from the slums, being acknowledged by someone of high status like Rishe, and even treated as an equal, has to be an amazing feeling.

We stan an economic queen 🙏🏾 Rishe brilliantly navigating the negotiations with the chief and making sure the people in the slums aren’t left behind economically was so cool. The biggest measure of a society is how its poor are treated. Getting them more involved in the economy will help everyone in the long run.

In other fantasy anime I’d have expected Rishe to hold the medicine for the chief’s sister hostage, contingent upon his agreement. But nope, Rishe just wants him to understand that the urge he feels to save his sister is exactly how so many other people in this country feel. She really is amazing, man. No wonder Arnold fell for her.

BUT WTF IS THAT ENDING. ELSIE AND KAMIL WERE OPPS??! Ok I need to know what the hell theodore is planning and why he’s so hell bent on keeping her away from his brother. If Elsie is involved surely there has to be a good reason. This is getting wild.

Great episode and can’t wait for the next one

#loop 7 kaime no akuyaku reijou wa #7th time loop: the villainess enjoys a carefree life married to her worst enemy!#7th time loop #7th time loop villainess #7th time loop anime #animanga hive #animanga #animangahive #anime #shoujosei #shoujo anime

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wren-kitchens · 2 years

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Yo yo yo are you still doing writing requests bc if so! I would lose my mind over a quick as-angsty-as-you-like conversation between tango and Jimmy when they meet in the afterlife (it’s a week later but the brainrot is as strong as ever lol). Maybe it’s it’s a void and they can’t see each other! Maybe they’re getting pulled back to their world! Idk it’s up to you :)

i saw this and absolutely had to write it

it is 1am right now so excuse me if it’s slightly delirious lmao but I couldn’t wait until morning

tango’s ears are ringing, the ghost of the pain that had erupted all over his body still lingering. he’s weightless, floating in a void of blindness. but he’s not alone.

“i’m so sorry.”

jimmy’s voice is distant and echoey, but it cuts through the ringing as if he was right next to him. he sounds like he’s crying and tango wants to reach out and hold him, but he can’t see anything.

“it was always going to end like this.” jimmy says.

tango stretches his arms out, trying to find him in the blackness, but his hands only pass through air.

“you were doomed from the moment we became soulbound.” the self loathing in jimmy’s voice twists tango’s chest. “i’m cursed, tango. and now i’ve cursed you.”

“you’re not cursed.” tango’s own voice sounds too weak, too faint. like he’s hearing his own voice from another room. “you’re not.” he tries to say it more firmly, but it comes out just the same.

“tango, i am.” jimmy says. “I didn’t have these wings before, you know. not on 3rd life, not on last life. i know why i got them now. I was always going to bring you down with me.”

tango stands up, and moves in whatever direction he’s facing, desperate to find jimmy.

“and I tried to believe that it wasn’t fate, god knows I tried.” the quiet laugh that follows is enough to tear at tango’s heart. “i always am, in the end, the canary in the coal mine. the first to die, the warning that it’s become inhospitable to life.”

tango thinks he’s running now. he can’t tell with all this darkness, with the lack of air or solids around him. he has to find jimmy, to make him know that he isn’t what he says he is.

“no one ever listens.” jimmy’s voice is quieter, starting to break. he’s crying again.

“I don’t care if you’re cursed!” tango yells, if only to make him hear. it carries like a whisper on the wind. “I don’t care what they say about you! i’ll always listen to you! i’ll always be there for you!”

“you can’t.” jimmy says. “i’ve heard this all before, and believe me, I wish it could be true. but that’s the nature of these games. they rip you apart, tango. they’ll rip us apart. as long as you’re with me, you’ll die.”

“what if I don’t care?!” tango is screaming now, furious at whoever, whatever made jimmy believe this. “i’d die a thousand times to be with you again!”

“it’s only been twice.” jimmy’s voice sounds nearer. tango breaks into a sprint. “you’d lose faith after the fifth. there’s a reason they stopped giving lives past 3.”

“I swear I wouldn’t.” tango says, almost pleading for jimmy to believe him. “i’d go through hell for you. i’d survive if I knew you’d be waiting for me on the other side.”

“there’s no other side.” jimmy says. tango looks around and finally spots him. he’s kneeling, head bent, with his wings limp around him and sobbing quietly, crumpled and defeated. “this is it.”

tango rushes over to him and tries to wrap his arms around him. they pass through him like cold smoke, and that’s officially too much. he falls to his knees besides jimmy, hand over his mouth as silent tears pour down his face. he can’t even touch him anymore, he thinks as his heart rips in two.

he doesn’t know how long he’s there. maybe minutes, maybe millennia. jimmy fades away. he’s on his own again.

a cold voice.

you’re still here?

it’s over.

go home.

go.

#I am always open to prompts and asks #they make me so happy lmao #anyway I am also brainrotting right now #this took me like 20 minutes I was so hyped while writing this #double life #rancher duo #team rancher #double life smp #double life ficlet

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snappleapple · 3 years

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their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

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jungwonenthusiast · 3 years

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hii can i request bestfriends heeseung and y/n who have never done anything together but one night while having a sleepover things just go in that direction 👀👀👀 (using prompts 8 & 12 please🥺)

A/N: this is such a cute concept i love it (u didn’t specify who says what so i chose lol i hope thats okay, I also made hee a soft dom)

Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, cock warming

Word count: 3k

You tap lotion onto your face as Heeseung pulls his sheet mask off. He pats the remaining product into his skin.

“You don’t even need that,” you roll your eyes. “Your skin is already perfect.”

“Jealous?” he teases.

“Yes, I one hundred percent am.” you admit and he chuckles.

You finish up in the bathroom and then plop onto your bed. Heeseung leans over you and grabs the remote on your nightstand. He clicks to Bojack Horseman as always then lays down next to you, scrolling through his phone.

You kick him in the shin. “Gimme some space.”

He frowns and sprawls himself on top of you. “What, you don’t wanna love on me?”

You laugh and try to push him off. “I feel violated.”

He rolls away, chuckling.

You’re scrolling through tiktok together when a video of someone joking about porn comes up. You cackle and Heeseung looks at you.

“How do you know about that?” he asks, wide eyed.

“What do you mean?” you ask awkwardly.

“Do you watch porn?” he asks and you turn away from him, giggling.

“That’s a very private question.” you say, covering your face with your hands.

“So you do!” he exclaims and he’s blushing too.

You guys talked about sex occassionaly, only when you were sharing stories about hook ups though.

“What kind do you watch?” he says, only half joking and you punch him in the shoulder.

“That’s an extremely private question.” you say.

“I thought we were for lifers.” he replies and you laugh.

If he were a female friend you wouldn’t hesitate to tell her all of this, but for some reason he made you shy. You still remember when you became aware that he was a guy. It was the summer before tenth grade when he grew three inches, his voice dropped, and his shoulders began to broaden. It was the summer you became more aware of his masculinity and ever since then, things kind of changed. Not for the worse, things are just different now.

You continue to scroll when another scandalous tiktok comes up. It said something about wanting to be dominated and taken control of.

You groan. “Why do I keep getting these things?”

“The for you page gives you things that it knows you’d like.” he remarks and you scrunch your nose at him. “What? I think it was pretty hot.”

You choke. “You’re a bottom?”

“No!” he guffaws. “I meant to be the giver in that situation.”

“Ohhh,” you say, trying not to get too embarrassed. The thought of him doing that to someone drove you a little insane.

“Are you?” he asks and you shove him.

“You weirdo.” you accuse and he holds his hands up.

“I just think best friends should know these things about each other.”

You shrug him off and turn your phone off. “I don’t trust my phone anymore, let’s watch yours.”

You scoot over to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

He scoffs. “I thought you wanted space?”

“Are you complaining?” you tease.

“Of course not.” He fake yawns to get his arm around you and you cackle.

He taps a gentle beat onto your shoulder while scrolling through instagram. You can’t help but tense up in his embrace. He had been a bit more touchy than usual lately; random hugs, playing with your fingers, adjusting your clothes, and tying up your shoelaces whenever he could.

“Wow I do not like this.” he says at someone’s prom outfit.

“Me neither,” you frown. “It’s kind of outdated.”

“When’s our prom?” he asks.

“I think in a month.”

“We’re going together right?” he asks and your heart skips a beat. You figured that you’d go together but him asking you made you anxious.

“Yeah,” you try to sound confident.

“Are we gonna coordinate our outfits?” he lightly squeezes your side and you squeal.

“But we’re not going as a couple.” you say and he rolls his eyes.

“So? It’d be weird to show up together with mismatched outfits.” he says and you nod in agreement. “Do you have an idea of what you wanna wear?” he asks.

“I think I wanna go more simple and do black.” you say and he groans.

“You always wear black dresses.”

“And? I look hot in them.” you defend.

“You’re right you’re right.” he accepts defeat and you giggle.

As the night goes on you slowly slump further into Heeseung’s side. At one point his arm goes numb so you scooch in front of him and rest your back against his chest. You’ve gotten used to being so close to him, and at this point you just wanted more.

His arms are wrapped loosely around you as you watch Coraline on the tv. He reaches up to run his hand through his hair but instead punches you decently hard in the boob. You yelp and hold your chest.

“Ahh! Sorry sorry!” he holds your shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

You can’t help but laugh through your pain. “Trying to make me lose a boob or something?”

“Noo, no I’m sorry, forgive me.” he asks, sounding genuinely worried.

Sure you were exaggerating your reaction, but what’s wrong with having a little fun with him.

You elbow him in the side and he cries out.

“Revenge.” you say with a smug smile.

He waits a moment before grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back. He’s always stronger than you would’ve guessed. You yell as he climbs on top of you and begins to tickle your sides.

You kick around and try to push him off but he won’t budge.

“Get off, I’m dying!” you cackle from his relentless tickling.

“You asked for it.” he says.

“I thought we promised no tickle fights?” you grab a pillow to protect yourself but he’s quick to chuck it away.

“I had my fingers crossed.” he jokes.

You muster all of your strength and hook your leg around him to get him onto his back, a trick Jungwon taught you.

Without thought, you climb on top of him and pin his hands down. It take you a moment to realize what position you’re in. You both freeze for a second before bursting out laughing.

You fall onto your back, holding your chest.

“What the hell was that?” he asks, laughing. “Some fifty shades of gray type of shit.”

You kick him in the shoulder. “I’m sorry!” you say through a fit of giggles. You try to push yourself up but your legs are bent in a way that makes it a little tough. Heeseung assists you and pulls you up into a sitting position by your waist.

You’re still giggling a bit when you feel his nose brush against yours.

“Hi.” you whisper and he waits a moment before gently pushing his lips against yours. Your heart leaps into your throat but you try to stay calm as possible.

He pulls away (to your disappointment) and looks at you with wide eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-” he says and before he can finish your hold his face and kiss him back. His arms snake around your waist and he pulls you flush against him.

You can’t believe that this is happening. You wonder if all the things you’ve fantasized about would happen tonight. Of course not, you’re crazy, you think. But you could already imagine with hands adventuring your body, touching you just how you like it.

Your fingers dip into the back of his shirt collar. You’re barely touching his skin, but it still feels so special.

His lips move to your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. Your breath becomes increasingly ragged as his kisses become more open mouthed and messy.

He looks up at you. “Is this okay? Like do you want this?”

You nod eagerly and he smiles. “Cute.” he says to himself.

He gently rests you onto your back and traces your waist before pushing your top up. He peppers kisses all over your stomach and ribs before getting to the band of your bralette.

You blush. “I would’ve worn something nicer if I knew this was gonna happen.”

He shakes his head. “I like it, it’s pretty.”

You tug your shirt over your head along with your bra. He lets out a small gasp and you rush to cover yourself.

“Wait, no no.” he pulls your hands away.

“You’re making me shy.” you turn your head away and he chuckles.

“So perfect.” he says before softly kissing your chest.

You let out a small moan while running your fingers through his hair.

He slowly runs his tongue over your nipples while rubbing your sides. You can feel wetness starting to pool in your underwear.

You instinctively swivel your hips, looking for some kind of stimulation and he smiles.

“Do you need something?” he asks teasingly and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“Yeah,” you answer.

“What is it?”

You shake your head out of embarrassment.

“Well you’re gonna have to tell me or I’m just gonna leave you like this.” he says nonchalantly and you sigh.

You swallow your pride. “Touch me, please?”

“Attagirl.” he says and tugs your shorts off. “Show me how you like it.”

Your eyes widen. “Huh?”

“You heard me,” he says. “Show me first.”

You breathe in nervously before sliding your hand into your underwear. You circle your clit once and do your best to hold in a moan. He pulls your underwear to the side to watch you.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” he asks. “When you’re home alone and it’s late at night?”

You nod sheepishly and he smiles. “What do you imagine?”

“I’m not telling you,” you blush. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. If you tell me, I'll tell you what I think about too.” he suggests and you accept the deal.

“I-I imagine my fingers being yours,” you swallow thickly.

“Mhm,” he encourages you while gingerly kissing your thighs.

“And,” you hesitate for a moment. “I imagine your tongue on me, and you filling me up. What about you?”

He smiles. “I imagine touching you like this,” he rubs his hands down your thighs and reaches up to pinch your nipples. “I imagine kissing you here,” he kisses your inner thigh, “and here,” he kisses you so close to where you need him the most and you quiver. He grabs your hand and pushes your fingers into his mouth. Your eyes widen and he smirks. “You taste good.”

You nearly cum just from seeing and hearing that.

“I imagine doing this.” He lowers his head and licks a gentle stripe up your pussy. Your thighs snap around his head and he pushes them back open.

“Relax sweetheart, let me make you feel good.” he says before delving into you. Your back arches off the bed right away and your fingers find his hair. Goddamn he’s good.

He circles his tongue on your clit, hungrily but still gently.

“Fuck,” you exhale and he smiles.

He pushes a finger into you with ease and soon adds another. You roll your hips against his tongue as his fingers pump in and out of you. You whimper as the overwhelming pleasure runs through your body.

“Oh my god,” you squeak as your legs begin to shake. Already? You think.

His fingers stay at a steady pace as he messily sucks on your clit. You tug at his hair and he moans into you.

“Please don’t stop.” you beg and he obeys.

Your hips begin to lift off the mattress and he pins you down, keeping you in place. Your orgasm pours through you like sweet syrup, leaving you trembling under him.

He comes up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself. You wipe your juices off his chin with your thumb then lick it off.

He watches you in awe. “God you’re hot.”

You pull his hoodie over his head and push him onto his back. Your fingers trace his shoulders, then his waist, and every muscle on his torso. You kiss him down to the band of his sweats before pulling them down along with his Calvins.

His cock springs up and hits his lower stomach. You slowly kiss up his shaft then waste no time getting him in your mouth. He hisses and caresses your hair.

He hits the back of your throat every time you bob your head but you don’t care. His head drops back with a tempting moan.

“Fuck you’re good.” he says with a small smile.

You stroke the inches you can’t reach with your hand.

You wish you could imprint this image of him in your mind: his head lulling back, his adam's apple bobbing every time he swallows, his brows furrowing, his mouth parting open. You’re almost tempted to take a photo.

You take him all the way into your throat and swallow around him. The moan he lets out sounds better than a song.

You look up at him and watch him rake his hand through his hair. His abs contract every time you come down on him.

“Just like that,” he purrs, sending heat straight to your core.

You feel so dirty with your spit dripping down your chin but at the same time, it feels so good.

“Such a good girl,” he coos. “Sucking this cock so well.”

You nod at him and he smiles.

“Come here,” he pulls you into a position where he can reach you better and squeezes your ass. He tenderly traces his fingers down your spine before slowly pushing two fingers into you. You whine on his cock and he smirks.

“Still so wet.” he says while slightly curling his fingers, you jolt and he chuckles. “Feels good huh?”

You nod and he pets your hair. “Keep going, that’s it.”

His fingers pick up the pace as your sucking and licking becomes more sloppy.

His moans become more desperate and when he expects you to pull off you keep your head down, taking his cum down your throat.

“Did you just swallow?” he asks you, still breathing heavy.

You nod with a smile and he pulls you into a passionate kiss.

He flips you onto your back, eagerly kissing down your body before lining himself up with your entrance.

“Fuck me please,” you exhale and he smiles.

“Of course,” he pushes into you and you whine from the feeling. He stretches you out just right. “God you have good pussy.” he moans and you giggle.

He leans down to kiss you and you whimper into his mouth.

“Don’t stop,” you plead and he kisses your neck, sucking and nibbling to leave a hickey. “People are gonna see.” you say and he smiles.

“That’s the point.” he says. "Don’t you want people to know how good you are for me?”

You blush and nod.

“Give me one too sweetheart.” he says softly while leaning over you.

You rub up and down his sides while gently biting and licking at his neck, leaving a pretty red blush on his neck.

His fingers trail down to circle your clit while grinding his hips into yours. Your eyes roll back as he does so and he smiles. He can’t stop thinking about how captivating you are. He can’t take his eyes off you. Which gives him an idea.

He grabs your jaw and turns it to the mirror next to your bed. “Look at yourself.” he says.

Your heartbeat quickens, not used to seeing yourself in this state.

“Look how good you take it.” he says and you can’t deny it, you look hot as fuck.

He looks at you watching his cock disappear in and out of your cunt. You drag your hands over your waist and go to roll your nipples between your fingers.

His fingers are so slick on your clit from your juices and everything feels so good that you can’t really believe it.

He grabs onto the headboard for leverage and he looks so fucking good like this. Ever since he turned your head to the mirror, you can’t look away. You only turn to face him when your legs begin to shake and the fire in your stomach starts to dance.

“Please don’t stop,” you say with sparkling eyes. “I’m close.”

“Cum for me sweetheart,” he says right by your ear. “Be good.”

That alone sends you over the edge.

You’re back arches and your eyes roll back as your orgasm surges through you. He moans into your neck as he releases into you. You’re still pulsing around him when he finishes.

He kisses your cheeks as you come down for your high. “You did so well princess.”

You can’t help but cling to him and he chuckles. “I have to pull out of you eventually.”

“I like the way you feel.” you whine and he smiles.

You opt to cock warm him. He lays on his back and pulls you on top to straddle him. He gently pushes into you as you lay on his chest and enjoy the feeling.

He strokes your back and kisses your shoulder for a bit before he starts to subdtley thrust up into you.

You give him a look and he smiles at you sheepishly. “Wanna go again?”

#Heeseung smut #enhypen smut #Kpop smut

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whiskeynwriting · 2 years

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MBFD - C3: What You Need

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 9k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) mentions of… separation/divorce, childhood trauma, family distress, domestic arguing, vaginal sex, and masturbation.

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Summary: You can’t make up your mind on how to feel about Molly’s dad, but he seems to know exactly what he wants. Dave makes a decision regarding his relationship with Carol, something he allows you to see. A moment together gives you both what you need.

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A/N: okay this chapter was intended to detail a little more buttttt I decided to make y’all wait just a little longer lol.

Co-written by @moralesthots without her beautiful mind half of this chapter would not even exist 😍🥰

Also, I'm so excited I'm writing chapter four right now lol. Next chapter reallyyyy ramps it up with reader's past, reader's relationship with Dave and Dave's job (;

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The annoying blare of his ringtone shocks you awake, your body jolting slightly as your head shoots up. You groan, pulling the covers over your head as you lay back down. It’s not even daylight yet, why the fuck is he already getting up? And that noise? Definitely not something you missed. You do your best to muffle the sound, shoving the bedsheets up against your ears. But him on the other hand, he springs right up.

“You gonna get up?” he asks, finally turning off his alarm.

“Um, fuck no.” you retort, your sass muted by the covers.

He only chuckles, and you can hear him as he moves around the room, gathering his things.

“Still as sassy as ever.” he mutters to himself, stepping into a pair of sweats.

You roll over, removing the sheets from your face and sitting up against the wall.

“Why do you get up so early?”

“You know why.” He replies, shrugging on his backpack. “I have practice. Always do.”

A small buzz rumbles next to you, prompting you to reach over and check your phone, still connected to his charger. Just an email from one of your professors.

“You can stay here if you want,” he then offers, “I’ll be back around ten.”

Still looking away from him and at the screen on your phone, you scowl, a look of disgust running over your features.

“I’m good.”

Even though it’s a small jump, you hop down off his bed, reaching for your clothes. They’re set out on the desk beneath his bed, folded neatly. Just like always.

“Why don’t you want to stay?” he asks, his hand suddenly on your shoulder.

You flinch a bit, shrugging him off as you climb into your hoodie and sweats.

“Ant, you know what this was.” You chuckle, gathering your things.

“That’s really all this was?”

“Don’t play dumb.” You roll your eyes, giving him a knowing look. “We do this all the time, man.”

You step around him, finding your tennis shoes and quickly slipping them on.

“I’m sure I’ll see you eventually.” He remarks, his smug attitude incredibly aggravating to you.

“Yeah, okay.” You respond, your words expressing your doubt in his statement. “Bye, Anthony.”

“Thank God,” you mutter, grateful to not have a parking ticket.

The meter attendants around the university were hell bent on ripping as much money as they could from every student that had a car. You swear they have timers set up somewhere; it’s like they know exactly when your meter will run up, getting there just a second before you do.

You decide to drive home, parking your car in your parking space before walking up to your complex. Your first class of the day doesn’t start for another three hours, the six am wake-up call completely unnecessary. So, you plop your bag down on the couch, and walk down the hall to snuggle into your bed. And until you fall asleep, you decide to pull up your Instagram page, mindlessly scrolling through.

Unbeknownst to you, Dave’s doing the exact same thing. He’s continued his search for your accounts, moving from Facebook to Instagram and thanking himself repeatedly for doing so. Your photos on Instagram were much more revealing than the ones you had on Facebook. He finds pictures of you on vacation in Hawaii, your thong-like bathing suit exposing your entire backside. Pictures of you at your Pom formals that show of your gorgeous figure, pictures of you out at the bar with friends with your makeup and hair done so prettily under the night lights, even one of you in a devil costume from last Halloween. That one is his favorite. You’re in a bright red one-piece with long sleeves. Your thighs are wrapped in black, knee-high tights, with a pair of red horns on your head to match. The red shade on your lips makes his heart pound, the softness of your body heightened by the smooth material. And if he looks close, he can see the outline of your areola, and that… that makes him lose his fucking mind.

“Fuck,” he whispers, moving to undo his belt.

He’s working from home today, stowed away in the privacy of his office. Whenever he gets bored, which is quite often due to the languidness of his current case, he pulls up pictures of you. He teases himself, edges himself, sometimes for hours. And he’d been doing that since he started work this morning. But now, it’s 11AM; it’s been two hours and he wants to follow through.

Some of his favorite pictures are where you show the most sass, like the one taken of you on Halloween night in your skin-tight devil costume. Another one he prefers is from last year’s homecoming halftime show. The makeup you have on is unique to these photos, dissimilar to the shades you usually use in your other posts. He likes how dark and dramatic it is. It also has that familiar red lip stain that you had on in your devil costume, too. His eyes trail lower as he scans the picture, flipping through the posts from that day. He comes across a picture of you on some guy’s shoulders, a football player. The team had won that day and it looks as though the two of you are celebrating. A pang of frustration and even slight jealously shoots through his chest, quickly flipping to another photo. The next one shows you on the ground doing your side splits with another teammate mimicking your pose beside you.

“Oh…” he groans, licking his lower lip as he zooms in.

The way you’re leaning forward shows off so much more of your cleavage than he’s previously seen. If he squints hard enough, he can even see the outline of your nipples beneath your top. And that’s all he needs to push him over the edge.

It's easy for him to free his erection, having been aching for hours now. Leaning back in his chair, he grips himself in hand, throwing his head back and sighing out deeply at the sensation. He gives himself a few squeezes, head lifting to watch as he does it. A trickle of precum leaks from his tip, already shiny from the copious amount due to his previous ministrations. His thumb swipes over the head, wetting the pad of it with his precum as he imagines it being your tongue. He wonders if you’d lick it for him, wonders if you’d like the taste.

“Dave?”

“Jesus!” he nearly shouts, hearing two knocks on his door accompanied with the sound of Carol’s voice.

He hurriedly tucks himself away, taking a few deep breaths to steady him before he responds.

“Uh, yeah. Come in.”

“Hey,” Carol greets softly, opening the door with a smile. “I was thinking about dinner tonight, anything in particular that you’d like?”

You. He immediately thinks of you. He has to pick Molly up from practice later today, maybe he’ll get a peak then…

“Honey?”

It’s so easy for him to get lost in his thoughts when they’re made up entirely of you.

“U-um,” he stutters out, releasing a quick breath. It catches him by surprise, the affectionate nickname. “I, uh, I don’t know. Not sure.” He stutters out, trying to redirect his thoughts away from you and toward something to eat for their family meal.

“Ugh,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes.

His own dart up, narrowing at her. “What?”

“Can you just make a decision? I’m trying to be nice here.”

“You’re not doing a very good job at it.” he retorts, leaning back in his chair.

She frowns at this, gripping the doorknob tightly in her hand.

“Why do you have to be so aggressive?” he continues, crossing his arms with a huff.

Dave can never understand what her exact motives are behind these interactions. They’ll start off calm and seemingly well-intended. Then within two seconds, everything seems to blow up.

“Are you serious right now?!”

“Okay, Carol. I don’t care, okay? Just make whatever you want.”

“David, you know wh –”

“Please, just leave. Please. I’m working. And you’re supposed to be working, too.”

“Oh, what? Are you getting another headache from talking to your wife, David?!” she challenges, hands now on her hips.

“Yes, as a matter of fact. I am. And Carol, if we’re being honest, you’re not my wife anymore. Do you just wake up every day and forget that we’re separated?”

“If we’re separated, then why are you still wearing your ring?”

His eyes immediately shoot down to his hand, uncrossing his arms and setting his left palm on his desk. His next words are quiet.

“I’ve been wearing it so the girls don’t find out before we tell them.” he then looks up at her, raising a brow. “Do you want to tell them now?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, David. This isn’t happening, and you know it. So, why don’t you stop being so dramatic, and realize that you aren’t ever going to take it off because you don’t want to take it off.”

With that, she turns, smirking to herself at Dave’s shocked expression as she moves to leave the room.

“I’ll see you at dinner.” The words end their discussion, or argument, or… whatever just happened.

He’s shocked, honestly. His blood boils with rage, with the need to prove her wrong. How could she be so fucking arrogant after all they’ve been through?

Dave looks back down when his phone lights up, the buzz drawing his attention. The notification alerts him of his upcoming conference call in thirty minutes, accompanied by an alert prompting him to swipe back to your Instagram account. You’d just made another post, one to your Instagram story, actually. Apparently, you’d gone to Florida for spring break with a few of your teammates last spring.

“Fuck,” he whispers, glancing over at his watch to check the time. Twenty minutes.

Without another thought, he reaches down, quickly moving to unbuckle his belt. Regardless of his more than unpleasant interaction with Carol, he’s still half-hard. He can thank his two hours of edging for that. The only thing that stops him though, is his ring.

It’s almost too easy for him to slip it off, swiftly pulling out his top drawer and dropping it inside. With a hard slam, he’s back on his phone, heart pounding in his chest. He’s never taken that ring off before, not it was put on his finger on their wedding day. But something about it feels incredibly freeing, like a massive weight has been lifted off of his chest.

He props his phone up in front of his computer, staring at the picture you’d posted on your story. You’re wearing a bikini in the photo, much more revealing than the one-piece he’d seen you in before. As soon as that thought pops into his head, so does the memory of you showing him your bare chest. His eyes momentarily close, re-opening when he lightly spits into his palm. He smears his saliva over his tip, his erection having fully returned. Dave watches himself do it, lips parting as he takes in the sight and feel of the liquid on his cock. Slowly, he places his fist over the top of it, sliding back his foreskin until he sees his tip peak out. Slippery pearls of liquid seep out, a deep feeling of arousal already growing at the base of his spine. And with the thought of your tits mere inches away from his face now roaming freely in his head, his eyes flicker back up to his phone, scanning your figure as he begins squeezing himself tighter.

It looks like your muscles have become more pronounced since this photo was taken. You did tell him how hard you had been working during the summer, after all. He thinks about that, about how your body looks when you move, how you’d look naked in his hands. He knows that if he ever got the chance, the first thing he’d touch would be your breasts. It took everything in him not to do it that day, trying to take your overt teasing like a man instead of giving into his needs like the teenage boy you’ve managed to bring out in him.

You looked so fucking soft, so velvety smooth, so valuable to his touch-starved body and mind. He’d cup them gently in his hands, weighing the shapely curves in his large palms. And then, he’d curl his fingers, really grabbing you the way he wants. When he does it, he imagines you’d moan, imagines that your lips would part slightly as your head tilts down to watch him do it. His thumbs would stroke over your nipples, the thought of it making him throb in his fist, continuing to pump himself at a rapid pace. Maybe you’d let him fuck them, let him sit up on your chest and place himself between your tits. You’d push them together and he’d lean forward, sliding in and out of the soft curves he already loves. He’d thrust against you, sliding in and out of the warm crevice your hands and chest create, your breaths pushing slightly against him with every pretty, little gasp.

It feels different, he didn’t think it would but it feels so much different. The cold metal of his ring no longer reminding him of his tie to Carol while he thought about you, the engraved lines it in no longer rubbing against the skin of his hand and cock. He feels like his own person right now, feels like he can do what he wants. Jesus Christ, he wants you.

He's already close, he can feel it. He imagines looking up into your eyes, his own roaming your beautiful face. He’d allow his sense of sight to indulge in you while his sense of touch was overwhelmed by your body. Grunting stiffly, head thrown back once again as he tries to keep himself quiet, he cums, mind teleporting himself to a place where his white spend littered your chest instead of his hand, a place where you’d open your mouth and lay out your tongue to catch any stray drops. You’d hold him there, moving yourself with him until he’s overstimulated and jerking above you at your touch, gasping out at the feeling, heart pounding in his chest as he watches you let him defile your beautiful chest.

“Fuck, fuck.” Dave’s jaw clenches, the muscles in his neck straining as he moans and whimpers at the touch of his hand.

But of course, it’s not really his hand, at least not in his head. Ever since he met you, he’s imagined every single touch on his body, every single pleasurable sensation he feels, every single joyous emotion in his mind, to be from you.

You decided to skip your classes today, and consider skipping practice, too. After spending the previous night with Anthony, you feel kind of gross. You were the one who reached out this time, just wanting some form of physical love and affection. Even though you’d found out that Dave was no longer married, or at least in an active relationship, you still felt bad. It’s none of your business, honestly, but even though they sleep in separate rooms, he still wears his ring. It’s still wrong. He’s also Molly’s dad and it’s just plain inappropriate for you to think of him that way. You needed to get your mind off of him, so you turned to Anthony. He can be a good distraction for your sometimes, at least for a night.

The reason you contemplate skipping practice is entirely different, though. You just don’t feel appreciated anymore. You’d been skipping out on Pom practice, too, because you didn’t feel appreciated there, either. It’s just gotten old, this constant expectation that you be absolutely perfect, all while receiving no words of affirmation or any kind of encouragement, no constructive criticism, nothing at all. It’s depressing, honestly, working so hard for a team just to have them shrug it off. You put your mind, body, and soul into these groups, working as hard as you can day in and day out, because you truly love them. But what’s a team, a family, if you don’t give your companions love?

Then, your phone buzzes, causing you to groan. You’d rather just ignore it, turn it on silent and hope the person goes away. You just want to be left alone. But inside, you know who it is, and you know she’ll never leave you alone. Hopefully she hasn’t found out about you and Anthony yet; she’d lose her shit.

“Hello?”

“Hey, are you coming to practice?” Molly asks, her voice tinged with concern. “You don’t usually miss.”

“I don’t know, Goof.” You sigh, rolling onto your back and closing your eyes.

“Please? C’mon, it’ll be fun. I don’t know what’s going on but, maybe we can talk about it. You can come spend the night tonight if you’d like! You know I always love when you do.” She gives you a lighthearted laugh, one that makes you smile. “And anyways, we have that bonfire later tonight, too. Everyone will ask why you didn’t come.”

Okay, if there’s any reason to go to practice, it’s definitely to see her. So, you decide to go, your happiness returning at the prospect of seeing your best friend. And lucky for you, you’re still able to make it practice on time. Your coach, Amelia, didn’t give you any shit for not showing up early, either, which was a nice little cherry on top. Maybe practice wouldn’t be so bad after all.

If it weren’t for Molly, you wouldn’t even be on the team anymore. You are beyond sick of receiving this treatment. What you have to offer is valuable, and as much as you hate to admit it, it fucking hurts when that’s ignored. Your ego is bruised, your blood is boiling, and you have no idea what to do. You'd tried your best to stay, to stick it out through practice for Molly's sake, but your bitch of a coach made that impossible. She bitched you out as soon as you walked in, claiming that you being 5 minutes late was unacceptable. She even went as far as to say you’re becoming the weakest link on the team. This is the last straw for you. If they don't appreciate you, maybe you shouldn't be there at all.

Since you stormed out of the gym, you’ve been pacing the halls, waiting for practice to end so Molly can take you home. You’d promised her that, at least. Maybe staying the night at her place will be night, maybe it’ll help with your racing thoughts. It’ll be better than sitting alone in your apartment all weekend stewing in your own aggression.

You eventually find a bench, folding your legs as you sit atop it. You pull out your phone in an attempt to distract yourself, but it only causes you more strife. Anthony had sent you multiple messages throughout the day, asking to talk and for you to come back to his dorm after you both got done with practice. His next text makes you laugh.

He’d never made you cum, not in the two years you had (previously) been together. But whatever strokes his ego, I guess. You’re not sure how he thinks he’s made you do so, you’ve never even faked it. Honestly, his message makes you feel gross all over again. You really had to go to him, of all people? Why couldn’t you have just gone home to your vibrator instead? Using that felt better than Anthony did, anyway. Dave simply looking at you felt better than Anthony.

Jesus Christ, that really was exhilarating. He looked so fucking awe-struck when he saw you bare, his eyes could barely leave the sight. It was such a powerful moment, the two of you alone, him watching intently as you exposed yourself to him. When he licked his lips, when he’d breathe deeply in, and god, when he fucking moaned. It felt intoxicating, forcing that reaction out of him, watching a full-grown man nearly fall to his knees at the sight of your body. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anything hotter.

Your thoughts send a shiver up your spine, the heat between your legs now beginning to rise. Another occurrence that rarely happened around your ex. The memory of Dave alone was enough to rile you up, and before you know it, you’re imagining what he’d feel like. You find yourself missing the sight of him, your imagination not doing him justice. Maybe you could find a picture of him, maybe on one of Molly’s accounts or…

Does he have a social media account?

Immediately, your hands are back on your phone, swiping right past Anthony’s text and heading to Facebook. You type in Dave’s name, scrolling quickly through the results. Disappointment floods your system when you don’t find him, and you assume that if he doesn’t have a Facebook profile, he probably doesn’t have any social media accounts at all.

“Ugh,” you groan, resting your head back on the concrete wall.

Entertaining the thought of interacting with Dave on a more personal level is far too fun for you, far too fun. His hands look so big, would they be calloused and rough but soft with you? How would he handle you? Would he be gentle and go slow, or would he take what he wanted with passionate pleasure? Honestly, you’re hoping it’s the ladder…

“Hi,”

“Fuck,” you spit out, body jolting in the direction of that all too familiar voice.

Dave chuckles, hands sliding into his front pockets. You see him casually striding towards you from down the hall to your right, his silhouetted figure slowly approaching.

As soon as he saw you, he couldn’t stop his feet from moving. Like he’s seen before, you’re in your sports bra and sweats, an outfit that constantly toys with his mind. His thoughts dare him to rip it off, desperately wanting to see what’s underneath… again. He has to will himself to settle down as he approaches you, helpless to the movements of his eyes as they scan your body. He can already feel himself rising, the canvas of your skin too tempting to his incredibly intrigued mind. He thinks back to the situation he’d imagined you in earlier today, letting him glide over your curves, his cum littering your nipples and skin.

Fuck, stop it.

“Did I scare you?” he asks, briefly biting his lip as he fights off his rapidly rising erection.

“A little,” you huff out, laughing lightly.

You hadn’t realized how much time had passed. You also didn’t expect to see him here in the fieldhouse. You’d assumed you and Molly would meet him in the parking lot, or maybe even her mom. But you know you’d hoped it would be him.

“Sorry,” he sighs. “I like to get here early. Never know when you guys will come out. Practice already done?”

“Oh, uh no… not yet.”

He gives you a questioning look, tiling his head slightly to the side. Something about the moment seems… tender. The last time you saw him was when you wandered upstairs to find more blankets, and the time before that was… incredibly riveting. You each became so breathless and enticed at the sight of one another, your pulses shooting through the roof and your hands didn’t even touch.

“I decided to skip today, but um, Molly’s in there. She invited me over so…” you shrug, glancing down at your hands. “Thought I’d hang around ‘till she got out. Is, is that okay?”

Dave’s brows raise with intrigue, but he quickly relaxes his face. “Yeah, of course.”

He thought Molly would invite you over; she’d mentioned something along the lines of it earlier this morning. Of course, his pulse thumped with excitement when she said it, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. Because edging himself for two hours to the thought of you wasn’t getting his hopes up.

He smiles, shifting his weight to lean against the wall. Your body sits so nicely along that bench, appearing strong and tall, even though you’re shorter than average. He inhales a deep breath, watching as you peer down at your phone. He thinks you’re just passing the time but it’s really to calm your nerves, to distract your mind. But you couldn’t do that even when he wasn’t here, so how the hell are you supposed to do that now?

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he says, his deep voice pulling you into a trance. “Why’d you skip practice today?”

You contemplate telling him the truth, but you’re not sure if he wants to hear about your drama. So, you decide to keep it short.

“Just haven’t been enjoying it as much lately.”

“Cheer?” he asks, furrowing his brow. He’s seen you on the sidelines, he knows how good you are. You seem to enjoy it, too. He’s not sure why you’ve had this sudden change of heart.

“No, I like cheer. I’ve done it too long not to like it.” you huff out a laugh, setting your phone down on the bench to twiddle with your thumbs. “It’s just… not the same, I guess.”

“Since Molly came?”

“No!” your head shoots up. “Hell no, she’s practically the only thing keeping me here. It’s everyone else that annoys me.”

“You’re not a people-person, huh?” Dave inquires, an amused grin on his face.

“Not really.” You smile, though you’re not entirely sure why. Maybe it’s because his is so infectious.

“Neither am I.” he admits, grin growing wider. “But I don’t think you should quit; you’re good.”

Your eyes don’t leave his as he says it, your heart fluttering wildly inside. The praise nearly makes you melt, words you’ve been dying to hear.

Dave thinks back to when he first saw you, walking out of the locker rooms and then stretching out on the field. You captured his attention right away and have held it tight in your grasp since the moment your eyes locked, whether you realize it or not.

“I really like the way you move.” Dave confesses, mind lost in the memory of your first meeting before quickly fumbling over his words. “I, I mean, the way – the way you dance.”

You smirk at him, watching him as your silence prompts him to become even more flustered. His eyes briefly avert your own, quickly clearing his throat.

“Thank you, Mr. York.”

Mr. York. That certainly sends a tingle up his spine. Little does he know it has the same effect on you. The tension you so often feel when around the other begins to return, along with your confidence. Immediately, your mind returns to that night…

“Do you…” you breathe out, adrenaline shooting through your chest as you feel yourself become bold. “Like how I look?”

Dave’s lips part slightly at your words, his face expressing slight shock. He sees you smirk, sees the game that you’re playing.

“Maybe… I could show you again?”

He folds his arms over his chest at this, licking his lower lip with a grin. But before he gets the chance to respond, a flurry of voices fill the air. Each of you jump at the sudden noise, heads turning to see the gymnasium doors swing open as your team’s practice finally comes to an end. When you see Molly, you stand, leaning down to grab your bag before slinging it over your shoulder.

“Hey!” she smiles, walking over to you. “Oh, hey dad.” She then says, seeing Dave walk into view.

“Hey, honey.” Dave’s hands come out of his pockets, pulling her in for a hug. “How was practice?”

“Good,” she shrugs. “Tiring.”

Dave glances over at you out of the corner of his eye, watching as Molly says, “You still coming over?”

You think about the offer, think about seeing her and your teammates, think about sitting alone at home, think about your stupid coach and then you think about Dave.

“Hey,” Molly says again, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you confidently nod, forcing a smile on your face. Dave notices.

“Sweet! Is that okay, dad?”

“Absolutely.” He grins in return, watching his daughter become giddy at your plans of staying the night. And inside, Dave’s just as thrilled. Maybe he’ll get a chance to ask you what’s really wrong. And maybe he’ll get a chance to see you be bold once again.

Molly is the first to move, turning to walk out the front doors of the fieldhouse. You intend on following her, stepping forward but suddenly held in place by a firm hand on your shoulder. Dave’s large hand rests there, squeezing lightly as he walks up behind you. A wave of arousal washes over you when you hear his words, feel his breath against your face when he leans down to whisper into your ear.

“I’d like that.”

“Hi sweetie!” Carol greets, smiling happily at her eldest. She moves around the kitchen, striding over to the dining room to set the table.

“Hey mom, where’s Alice?”

“She’s upstairs in your room. Oh, hi honey!” she then says, noticing your arrival as you walk through the door.

“Hi Mrs. York,” you wave, feeling Dave’s footsteps behind yours. She doesn’t greet him, doesn’t even look at him.

“Molly, can you get your sister please? It’s time to eat.”

“I’m gonna go put my bag downstairs.” You tell her before she turns, each of you taking a separate flight of stairs.

Your feet patter down to the basement, tossing your bag on the couch you’d slept on last weekend. You could get used to sleeping down here, the space alone cozier than your entire apartment. When you turn to head back upstairs, you notice that the door to Dave’s office is open. You can’t help but look inside, eyes glancing up the stairs to make sure no one’s coming down so you can get a closer look.

You don’t go inside; you only walk up to the doorway. Gently, you place your hand on the knob, leaning further in to peer around the room. It looks pretty normal, a desk with a computer, an office chair, a couch off to the side. The only thing that catches your eye is a small, glimmering object poking out of his desk. It looks like it’s in a drawer on the other side…

“Oh shit,” you jump, spinning around.

Dave stands looming behind you, the sound of him clearing his throat scaring you shitless.

“I’m so sorry, I, I was just –”

“Looking in my office?”

Your breath hitches in your throat, the act of being caught snooping making your pulse pound. His eyes scan you, noticing the slight change of your normally steady chest. You nibble on your lip, the nervous quirk making him grin. The almost wicked smile on his lips only furthers your nerves, eyes dropping to the ground. He takes your snooping as a sign of interest, which is entirely true. You must be quite curious about him and his life to wander into his space like this.

He chuckles. “I’m just grabbing my phone.”

Dave steps forward, his hand resting atop your shoulder. You jump at the touch, immediately moving aside. You can be so shy sometimes, and he finds himself liking that.

When he walks inside, he hears you scurry up the stairs, his smirk only growing. But his attention is pulled away from you when he notices that the top drawer of his desk is slightly open. You never came inside, so you couldn’t have opened it. Immediately, he pulls it open, wondering what prevented the drawer from closing. Apparently, he’d been in such a rush taking his ring off earlier this morning that when he threw it in the drawer, it got jammed in the side. He takes it out, twirling the golden band in his hand. Should he put it back on? The girls are home now, maybe he should.

Carol’s words echo in his mind as he slips it back on, frowning down at his hand.

By the time he makes up his mind and returns to the table, everyone is already eating. He feels a little left out when he sees this but finds himself thankful he missed out on the beginning of the meal once he finds out what’s being served.

“You’re not hungry?” Carol asks, and when he looks up, he finds her smiling smugly.

She’d managed to make one of the only meals he hates, mushroom strata. It’s a type of roasted salad, a recipe Carol had found online and decided to make a month or two ago. He’s never cared for mushrooms, one of the few vegetables he refuses to eat.

But Dave just shrugs, his own smirk forming as he picks up his glass. With his left hand, he lifts it to his lips, keeping Carol’s gaze and watching as her eyes widen at the realization. Her fingers curl around her fork, a small frown covering her mouth. He then briefly glances your way, making sure you’ve seen his little hint, too.

Molly and Alice continue to eat but you can feel the tension between their parents, your own eyes widening as you see his ringless hand. Your anxiety rises when you see him move, unbuttoning his sleeve and rolling them up his arms. The muscles in his forearms are visible now, twisting beneath his skin as his fingers move.

You notice he doesn’t eat, doesn’t even put the food on his plate. He only flips out his phone, scrolling through something on the screen. You don’t feel incredibly hungry at the moment either, so you reach forward to take a sip of water instead. When you do so, you shuffle your feet, suddenly stumbling across Dave’s much larger, sock-covered foot.

“You okay?” Molly asks, furrowing her brows as she hears you cough.

Her dad chuckles at your response, glancing up from his phone upon hearing your reaction. He felt your foot move across his before quickly twitching away, but his remained still, enjoying the subtle touch.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m good, I’m fine.” You wave her off, your skin shivering with goosebumps.

When you turn your head, you find Dave staring, an overt grin on his face. It makes your cheeks flush, his stare unwavering. He looks at you with admiration, with intrigue. You wonder what’s going on behind his head.

You turn your focus to your food, at least, outwardly. Internally, you focus on Dave, eyeing him from your peripheral. He didn’t move his foot when yours slid over… did he mind?

As dinner wraps up, the girls become more vocal, detailing on school and work but it’s nothing but background noise for you both. Your senses are tuned to one another, listening to the other’s breaths, watching the other move. At the same time, you each become incredibly aware of just how close you are. He’s sitting at the head of the table, Carol at the other end. On one side sits Alice, taking a seat close to her mom. On the other side Molly sits beside their mother too, leaving you to sit between Molly and her dad. He’s so close you swear you could touch him, or he could touch you; he could grab your thigh if he wanted to. And he does want to, but not right now. Not with his family so close.

“David,” Carol says, drawing his attention as the girls stand to clear the table. “Are you listening to me?”

“What?” he says, having not heard a single word. He didn’t even know she was talking.

Carol scoffs, rolling her eyes. “She doesn’t have any clothes for tonight. Why don’t you drive her back to apartment so she can get her things?”

You hadn’t thought about it yet, but you didn’t really bring anything for the sleepover. Molly told you her dad had fixed the pool, so you’d need a suit, one a little more comfortable. You also need some clothes to sleep in, a change of clothes for tomorrow, and your phone charger, too.

“Um, uh… sure.” He nods, then turning to you. “How far away do you live?”

Oh god, oh god, oh god. Is he really going to get you alone?

Dave has to call out your name for you to snap out of it, quickly rambling off “about fifteen minutes” to him. Neither of you can seem to get a grip, not when the prospect of being alone together is so close.

“Okay,” he nods again. “Shouldn’t be a problem.”

He’s conflicted about how he feels, a mix of excitement and anxiety flooding his system at the prospect of being alone with you again. Will you surprise him again? He’s seen you both strident and shy, and so far, he can’t predict which trait will come out when.

“I can um, I mean, I don’t want to be a bother.”

Dave shrugs, raising his hand before glancing down at his watch. Why did that make you so hot?

“Not a bother.” He answers simply, his nervous thoughts doing little to change his outward appearance. “Do you want to head out now?”

It’s all happening so fast you almost put yourself on autopilot, your mind running a mile a minute but your mouth simply responding with, “Sure.”

Your limbs tingle with nerves as you stand, walking over to the kitchen to place your dishes in the sink. Molly tells you to change into your suit when you get as she’ll likely already be in the pool. She also hands you your cheer bag, assuming you’ll use it to pack.

“I think everyone will be here around eight,” she says, referring to your team bonfire later in the night.

“We should get going then.” Dave smiles, gesturing for you to follow him out to the garage.

He feels eager to get you alone now, knowing you’ll be busy for most of the night. You’ve been quieter than usual, and he wants to find out why.

“Oh,” you stop, watching him open the Tesla door for you. He’d apparently drove you and Molly home in Carol’s car. He grabs a handle closer to the bottom of the car, lifting the door up instead of opening it to the side. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he lightly grunts out, walking over to his side. “Most people don’t know how it works.” He chuckles, sliding into his seat and watching as you reach up to close the door yourself once you’re in yours.

“I definitely wouldn’t have been able to figure that out on my own.” You return, laughing lightly as he begins pulling out of the driveway, the car now driving smoothly down the street. You buckle your seatbelt in, the top strap pressing between your breasts. For some reason, all of your anxiety leaves as soon as you settle in, feeling quite comfortable next to him.

“Do you have a car?” Dave inquires, keeping his eyes on the road. His right arm rests on the center console, his left remaining on the wheel. He figures silence would be awkward and thinks he won’t get distracted if he only hears your voice.

“I do; I have a black Jeep wrangler.” You explain, smiling to yourself. “It’s my pride and joy.”

“Really?” Dave asks, raising his brows. “I love those cars, especially the newer models. When I was younger, I wanted a wrangler, too. Never got one, though.”

“Well maybe I can let you drive it sometime.” You joke, turning to look at him as he drives.

No matter what you seem to tell yourself about him being Molly’s dad, your body seems to react in a different way. Your heart flutters in your chest at the sight of him, hand resting languidly on the console with the other on the wheel. He seems so much more relaxed now that he’s out of the house.

Your own forearm comes to rest on the console, too, only a hairsbreadth away from his. He can almost feel the electricity sizzling between your nearly touching skin, your bodies begging to connect. And maybe you feel it, too, because just as he thinks it, you lean in. Your skin brushes lightly against his, the movement accidental and making your heart leap into your throat.

“Oh, s – sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” He calmly responds, his own heart beginning to drum harder in his chest. He liked the light brush of your foot earlier, and he doesn’t mind the small touch of your arm, either.

Upon his reassurance, you relax a bit, letting your arm rest beside his, your skin just barley touching.

“I’d love to drive that Jeep of yours sometime.” He says, only slightly joking as he returns to your previous conversation. “It’d fulfil a lifelong dream of mine.”

Dave’s deeper chuckle makes the hairs on your skin rise, an exciting feeling washing through you. You like how his voice sounds, how deep and husky it is. You cross your legs at the familiar feeling building in your core, and Dave notices.

“Are you cold?”

“No, no I’m fine.” You stammer in response, smiling shyly to yourself.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dave sees that pretty smile of yours. He turns his head slightly, eyes immediately dipping down to the skin he’s already seen. It took everything in him not to stare at your barely covered form while he sat through dinner, your sports bra and sweats still adorning your curves. The soft pants hug your hips, your bra holding your breasts snuggly together. The Tesla drives smoother than any other car he’d ever had, but for once, he wishes it didn’t. He’d do anything to see them bounce.

When Dave pulls up to your apartment complex and puts the car in park, you look over at him, lips parting when his eyes meet yours. You move to undo your seatbelt, nibbling on the corner of your lip. He’s beginning to like seeing that nervous trait. The word cute pops into his head when he tries to describe it.

“Um, I might be a minute. Is that okay?” you ask, turning to face him. Maybe… maybe you could invite him in, see if he’s bold enough to follow through on his word of wanting to see more.

“I need to pack a few things, but, I mean, you could come inside. If – if you want to.”

Jesus Christ, can you get a word out without sounding like a child?

Dave takes a breath when he hears your offer, steadying himself both inside and out. He’d been trained for years on how to handle his emotions and somehow, you’re bringing out every single one. It’s wildly attraction; he’s never been so influenced by another person before.

“Sure.” He finally agrees, still wanting to talk to you about what you’d told him before.

You smile, unsure of what you’d expected to hear but finding yourself happy with his response. He lets you lead him up the stairs once inside your building, taking note of his surroundings. He finds himself feeling more… involved. You’ve become quite close with his family, and now he knows where you live. Maybe he could find a reason to wander back over here again.

“I haven’t cleaned up much, I’m sorry.” You mumble, unlocking your door.

Dave raises a brow, interested to see what you mean. When he walks in, he scoffs, closing the door behind you.

“What?”

“What do you have to clean?” he asks, glancing around at your incredibly tidy home.

You shrug. “I don’t know,” your eyes follow his, eventually landing on a bookshelf. “Think I need to dust.”

Your dad would’ve been ashamed at the sight of your home. He would’ve seen the dust, seen the two dishes you have in the sink and your unorganized Tupperware cupboard. But Dave isn’t your dad.

“You can sit on the couch if you like.” You offer with a smile. “I’ll try to be quick. Do you want anything to drink?”

Dave strides over, his walk confident and firm. “Take your time.” He sighs out, taking a seat in the center of the couch and resting an arm along the top of the cushions.

He asks for water, which you give before wandering down the hall. The atmosphere in here is… strange. It’s neutral, the opportunity for chaos and bliss entirely equal. How will this interaction go?

“What…” he mutters, leaning over to pick up a frame off the side table.

It’s a picture of you and another man, an older man, who he assumes is your dad. He’s a police officer offer from the looks of it. What confuses Dave is the name, your name. He’s fairly familiar with the officers in the area, the information useful for his job, and he’s never met this officer before.

“Oh, um,” your sudden presence makes his eyes dart up, but his nerves are quickly calmed by your comforting smile.

“That’s my dad.” You explain, arms carrying a pile of clothes.

He watches you sit down, laying the clothes out as you begin to fold them and place them inside your bag. You’re quite meticulous with it, focusing intently on each piece and setting it aside carefully.

“It’s sweet that you have a picture of him out here.” He says, sighing as he places it back on the table.

“Thanks,” you chuckle. “I’m glad someone thinks so.

“Are you guys close?” he then asks, admiring the picture. You look happy; he wishes he had a picture as nice as that with his daughters.

“Um, no.” you outwardly laugh. “He and my mom live out of state.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that.” Well, that explains why he’s not familiar with the officer. “Where are you from?”

“I grew up in Georgia,” you explain, zipping up your bag. “My family and I were never really that close, always had problems. It was honestly refreshing to leave.”

He’s starting to realize that your strict cleaning regime and stringent internal tone are likely due to the relationship you have with your family. It makes him wonder, if you’re this harsh toward yourself, how harsh are they toward you?

“Oh, I’m sorry…” he says quietly, a look of sympathy on his face. He knew his relationship with his girls wasn’t great but at least he tries. You deserve someone that tries for you, too. “You know, every family has their problems.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just, my problems are caused from childhood trauma.” You force out a sarcastic, dry laugh.

You notice Dave’s finished his water, the glass sitting on the table beside him. With your dad’s strict voice in your head, you stand, intent on grabbing the glass and placing it in the sink right away.

“I wasn’t close with my dad, either.” he then says, and your heart beats at the confession.

He’s surprised he said that, extremely surprised. He feels more vulnerable in this moment now more than ever. Between your flirtatious actions, your nervous glances, and unsure touches, you should be nervous around each other, especially when alone. But you aren’t, you’re actually quite the opposite.

Dave is beginning to admire you so much more, his appreciation for you not only tied to your physical features, but now your character, too. It’s clear that you’ve worked hard to get to where you’re at, and you’ve done it all on your own. Instead of letting your past make you bitter and mean, you’ve used it to make yourself stronger, and he respects that. It’s more than he did.

“Really?” you softly ask, setting the glass back down and taking a seat beside him.

“Yeah,” he nods, sighing out and looking down at his hands. “It’s, it’s why I try so hard with Molly and Alice. Honestly, I feel like I should just stop.”

You wish your dad would’ve cared as much about you as Dave does about his girls. You’ve seen it, the effort he puts in and the rejection he faces. Molly ignores him when he comes to pick her up, Dave initiating any kind of conversation or hug. And even then, she does anything she can to walk away. Alice is the same. Last weekend, he’d offered to help her with her homework after the three of you came inside. Alice brushed him off and walked upstairs, claiming she’d rather ask her mom.

Your heart races in your chest, feeling an overwhelming desire to comfort him. After all, it’s what he did for you. Back in the fieldhouse, he’d given you comfort when you were feeling down. He praised you and reassured you, and it seems like he needs that, too.

“I used to think I was a really good dad.” He whispers, releasing a somber sigh. Dave shakes his head slightly, his words and movements prompting your hand to reach out.

The feeling of your hand on his thigh causes his head to jolt up, eyes immediately seeking yours. He finds your sympathetic face, beautiful even when sad. You look like a picture, a painting, you look like you can’t be real. You look so concerned; more emotion written on your face than he’s received in months.

“You…”

Your throat runs dry, swallowing before you continue. You need to say this, it’s clear he needs this. Maybe it’s what you need, too.

“You are.” You nod, glancing down at your hand on his thigh before your eyes return to his

They’re so deep, like you could dive right in and find out every detail about his world. He stares at you with such admiration, with such focus, his breaths now coming out unsteady.

“You’re a really good dad.”

Your own eyes flicker back and forth between his, your hand tightening slightly on his thigh. You shudder slightly at the feeling shooting up your spine, unsure of the effect your words had. It’s not right how he feels, it’s not right that he’s treated this way.

He doesn’t let himself register his thoughts, they’re too complicated to sort through in this moment. Maybe not necessarily complicated, but abundant. Full of emotion and disbelief, the hairs on his skin rising as his pulse pounds rapidly in his neck. His heart swells inside, the words he’s needed to hear for so many years finally being spoken. He tries so hard, puts so much effort in; it’s never realized by anyone.

Neither of you imagined this situation turning into something intimate and tender, something that would allow the two of you to actually connect. But in a way, it makes him want you more, it makes him yearn to be even closer to who you are.

His eyes move, dipping down to your lips, roaming your face, your expression so kind and understanding, but filled with something more. And before he realizes it, he leans in, curious as to what that something more is.

“Wh – wait,” you stumble over your words, trying to gather your bearings. You don’t take your hand off his thigh, and you don’t lean away. Is this what you think it is?

“Are you, are you trying t – to kiss me?”

Dave places his own hand over yours, his skin hot to the touch. You can see his chest inhale a heavy breath, moving closer until nose is barely an inch away, his tongue poking out to wet his lower lip.

“Do you want me to?”

Detailed Chapter Summary

Sleeping with your ex does little to take your mind off Dave. Carol seems to think their separation isn't happening, but Dave is sure of it, he was even before you came around.

After having a shit practice, you leave early, waiting for Molly to get out so you can ride home with her. In the meantime, Dave shows up, prompting you to open up about your current life stressors. And right before Molly shows up, the two of you mention the incident you had a few weeks ago in the basement.

Deciding to hangout and then spend the night, you realize you didn't pack any clothes. Upon Carol's request, David drives you to your apartment so you can gather your things. While there, you share your most intimate moment yet.

Chapter Four: I Want You To Stay

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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A Fireman & His Dalmatian {Adam Sackler x Reader}

@spookyyslutt

Bae saw ur requests were open and im a slut for Halloween As my @ suggests 🗿 Anyways I'd LUV ur take on going to a Halloween party with Sackler and him getting handsy while dancing before fucking you sensless in an empty room👀The poor soul that has to clean up Sacklers mess 💀

I had a ton of fun with this one lol!! enjoy, my friend :)

warnings. SMUT, humor, frat party things, grinding/dry humping, vaginal fingering, p in v, barebacking/unprotected sex, creampie.

(possible) tw’s. *very* heavy pda, public smut.

word count: 1.4k

Surrounded by drunk-off-their-asses college kids, you and Sackler sway with the rhythms of the upbeat dance song currently blaring through the speakers. Somehow, you ended up at this frat halloween party, thinking it’d be as fun as it was when you were both in college.

It was much less fun as a mature adult, for the record, but Adam always makes things fun. Just being with him is automatically a precursor of fun, so you’ve learned after several years of being with him.

This year, the two of you did a joint couples costume, him going as a shirtless fireman and you’re his Dalmatian, clad in a scanty little spotted dress with a fake tail on the back.

In true Sackler fashion, he’s been grabbing at your ass and pulling at your fake tail, whispering silly innuendos in your ear, like “Gonna fuck my sexy Dalmatian so fucking hard tonight” or “You were such a good girl today at the station, I think you deserve a little treat” all night long.

As the dynamic between you two heats up on the dance floor, the whispers and touches become bolder. His hands now forcefully paw at your hips as his pelvis presses roughly into your backside, breath hot in your ear.

“Puppy, my slutty little puppy...” He purrs in your ear, grunting softly when he thrusts forward. “You look so fuckin’ sexy tonight, been wanting to put my cock in you ever since you put that goddamn dress and tail on.”

You whine softly, circling your hips and pressing back even more against him. His lips curl up into a smirk, landing a harsh smack on your ass cheek.

“You’re gonna get fucked so hard tonight, puppy, mmm...gonna bend you over and drill you 'till your eyes cross.”

His hand suddenly wraps around your thigh, lifting it up onto his ready leg before tracing your clothed center with his middle finger. He growls lowly into your ear when he feels how hot you are already, hips thrusting violently against your ass.

“A-Adam, god, I--we--”

He presses down on your clit, causing your breath to hitch as your hips jump against his leg.

“Shit.”

“Mmm, what was that, pup? Didn’t quite catch it.”

You huff. “We ssshouldn’t be doing this h-here, too many people.”

“What, you don’t want all these horny frat guys to see what a little slut you are for me, puppy?” His tone is teasing, tantalizing as his fingers slip beneath your panties. “You don’t want them to watch you fall apart on my fingers, hm?”

Your eyes widen when you feel him prodding around at your soaked entrance, legs instinctively closing.

“Adam, oh my god, we’re literally in the middle of the dance floor right now.”

He smirks, chuckling in your ear. “So? You’re still gonna be my little slut no matter where we are, pup.”

You can’t help the little whimper that escapes your lips at his husky words as they echo in your ear. His fingers suddenly press up into your entrance and you groan, head falling back against his shoulder. “Fuck.”

“Mmm, nice and tight for me, puppy.” He mumbles in your ear, scissoring and stroking inside you. “Mmm, and wet, too. So ready for my cock already, barely need anything to get you there, hm?”

You whine, hips bucking against him as he starts to fuck his digits and out of you at a rapid rate of speed. Your hips start bouncing gently on him, noises growing louder with each movement of his fingers.

“God, fffuck Adam...”

Adam grunts, now fully thrusting against your backside, cock straining up against the confining denim of his blue jeans. With your cunt wrapped so tightly around his fingers and his cock so goddamn hard, he’s practically foaming at the mouth to get you bent over and on his rod.

He pulls his fingers away abruptly and before you have time to complain, he’s scooping you up and rushing you to the nearest empty bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

He’s throwing you down on the stiff mattress top before jumping on himself, pinning you to the surface. You barely get a breath in before his lips are attacking yours with hungry, desperate kisses.

“Lick me, pup, lick my neck like a fuckin’ dog.”

Oh Sackler, what a lovable weirdo, you think to yourself as you start lick at his neck. He groans, hips wildly bucking into you now as he flips you over roughly and yanks you up on all fours.

One hand tugs your dress up over your hips while the other desperately works to undo the button on his jeans. You’re wiggling your ass teasingly and he grunts in frustration, smacking your ass hard.

“Quit it, fuckin’ slut. Can’t fuckin’ focus on getting my goddamn cock out when you’re jiggling your fucking ass.”

You can’t help but giggle at his words. This earns you another harsh smack before he’s pulling his jeans down and tugging your panties to the side.

He scrambles to line himself up with your entrance, and as soon as he does, he’s thrusting in with a grunt.

“Fuuuuck pup, fffuckin’ little cunt.”

Your eyes widen before squeezing shut, jaw slacking. “Oh shiiiiit, baby.”

His hips immediately pick up a quick pace, skin slapping and squelching together. He digs his fingertips into your flesh, fucking you with all the force he can muster in this moment.

“Gonna w-wreck your fucking pussy.” He growls, pinning your head to the mattress with his hand. “Split you rrright open, right in fuckin’ h-half.”

You’ve been reduced to mere gasps and whines, body rocking back and forth violently with each of his sharp thrusts.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm! Fffuck, Adam!”

He’s fucking you so hard by now you can barely see straight, eyelids fluttering as your eyes roll back into your skull.

“C’mon, pup, beg for it!” His voice is simultaneously low and loud, a deep rasp tainting his words. “Beg me to stuff my fat load in your fffuckin’ dirty, s-sloppy cunt!”

You whine loudly, drooling onto the sheets below. “P-Please baby! Please stuff me full, wwwanna be leaking when you’re done with m-me!”

Sackler grins, chuckling as he bends down to get closer to your ear.

“Oh trust me, pup, you will be.”

It doesn’t take much longer before he’s teetering on the edge of climax, the pace of his hips becoming rushed and sloppy as he becomes lost in his own pleasure.

He reaches around, fingers fumbling until they find your clit. After just a few circles, he’s got your thighs trembling and your knees quaking, bringing you right up to the edge of orgasm right alongside him.

“Ohhh baby, ohhh A-Adam!” Your eyebrows are pinned at the center of your forehead. “Gonna cum!”

“Yeah d-do it!”

His hips shift ever so slightly before pistoning into you even harder and this new angle allows him to rub up against both your clit and your g-spot, which sends you hurdling over the edge within moments.

Feeling your walls pulsing and spasming around him, tightening with climax has him careening into orgasm seconds after you. He buries each drop of himself deep inside you, keeping his hips pressed forward until he collapses next to you on the bed.

Both of you are breathless as you ride out your highs side-by-side. You look over at him with a small grin, hand smoothing over his sweaty chest.

“Did we really just screw our brains out on some frat kid’s bed?”

He laughs, giving your hip a playful smack. “Hell yeah we did, puppy.”

The two of you laugh together as you sit up and situate yourselves, heading back out to the party soon after.

--- Later that night...

Chad can’t seem to wipe the smile off his face as he heads up to his room, dodging all the wasted partygoers. He just had an amazing first date with a girl from Kappa and he really can’t wait for the next one.

Nothing could possibly tamper his spirits tonight, not even the huge party currently happening in the house. He pushes his bedroom door open, immediately hit with the recognizable odor of sex.

He pauses in the doorway when he flips on the lights, staring in awe at the mess on his bed that certainly wasn’t there when he left. His navy blue sheets are wrinkled and stained with both white and dark mystery stains.

His nostrils flare, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose before he spins around and storms down the hall.

“Jaaaaaaaaaaake!”

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retroellie · 3 years

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Farm. Ellie. Making. You. Squirt. 👀 👀👀AAaRAghg now I NEED a whole fic for that!!!! For the sake of my sanity pretty pretty pleaseeeee 😩🙏🏼

Summary: Ellie finding scandalous polaroid's of you before finding out what she can do to you :)

A/N: Thanks for the ask<3 it was a bit rushed but i tried, theres so many asks to do so plz bear with me lol. Also i did research for this one cause idk much about this subject so be proud of me ASHAH

Warnings: NSFW, Squirting, fingering, cunniligus

Word count: 3.2K

She didn’t know what happened, one minute she was listening to Joel strum his guitar, wondering when the hoard will pass so she can finally be with you again. Then the next minute she was looking down a scandalous picture of you, gripping the paper so tightly her knuckles had turned white.

She was digging through her backpack when a piece of paper fell out of it. The paper was folded neatly, the words “For ellie<3″ standing out. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion, not quite sure who had put it in there but there was only one way to find out. She picked it up, it was heavier than it looked.

She opened it up and something fell out of the folded paper onto the ground. She looked down towards the floor to see 5 polaroids scattered, she was even more confused. She picked one up and examined it.

It was a picture of you and her, you two were on her bed. You had a huge smile on your face as ellies lips were on your cheek. Her arms were draped across your stomach lazyly, Ellie smiled. She remembered that day so well, you both were sick with colds and you both stayed in bed all day with each other watching old 80s movies.

The next one she didn’t recognize. You were in her bed once again, you were laying on your back with the camera pointed at your chest. You had a small tank top on which didn’t leave too much to ellies imagination. Your neck and chest were covered in hickeys, the dark shade complementing your lips.

The next was even more scandalous. You were in the mirror with only a set of back lacy underwear Ellie had gotten you on one of her trips. Your hand was over your boobs, covering them up so she couldn’t see them. She could see marks on your waist, finger prints from her. It was evident she had once been in the room with you, judging by your puffy lips and sweat drenched body.

The last one made her heart drop and the blood from her face drain. You were on her bed once again, you were topless. Your hair was draped over your boobs and your legs were spread slightly allowing her to see a small sliver of all of you. One hand was on your hip and the other was placed on your chest, right above your boob.

She looked down at the paper and saw sloppy writing on it, she didn’t hesitate in ripping it open and reading it.

Dear ellie,

I thought you were gonna miss me so i decided to have a photo shoot just for you<3 I hope you like them, I'm no model but I thought having these would make you miss me less. (or to show what your missing, don’t want you running off with another girl)

I miss you like crazy and you haven’t even left now, but by the time you're reading this I know I'll be missing you :(. Please be safe and don’t die, I don't want some asshole getting these pictures off your dead body. Oh and I'll miss you when you're dead of course:)

Anyway, please be safe baby and come back to me. I can’t wait to be ruined when you get back, Muah muah

Love,

Y/n XOXO

Her jaw tensed up, her hand grabbing the paper tightly. She tried everything to stop the thoughts of ruining you from running through her head, she couldn’t do anything about it either. She only had these pictures of you, she couldn’t touch you or be touched. The frustration was really getting to her.

She was pulled back to reality by Joel strumming the strings of his guitar.She shoved the pictures into her backpack hoping Joel didn’t see them. She let out a loud sigh, trying to calm herself down. She couldn’t wait to get home, she knew exactly what she was going to do. She knew this was gonna be a long trip.

The next couple days were hell for ellie. She couldn’t get her mind off the pictures and she couldn’t get off either. She didn’t get much alone time thanks to Tommy and Joel so all the frustration was building up. She couldn’t sleep sometimes, she was so touch starved it interrupted her dreams

When they finally arrived at Jackson she didn’t hesitate in running to her house, knowing you’d be there. With a couple welcome backs and half assed replies from Ellie, she finally arrived at her garage. She slowly opened the door, being greeted with warmth and the smell of your perfume.

Her room hadn’t changed much, there was still clutter of books and you were on her bed with little clothes on. When you heard the door open your head perked up, your eyes leaving the book you were reading. You gave her a big smile before throwing your legs over the bedside, running over to her.

You wrapped your arms around her neck, bringing her into a deep kiss. You guys had been away from each other for a bit. You hated when Ellie went out on trips like these, trips that took days to come back from. You never knew when she’d be back or if she’d be back.

Her hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you unbelievably close to her. You both basked in the warmth, your hands running through her auburn locks. She felt the most relaxed she had in days, feeling so close to you made her feel safe.

"I missed you..." You said while pulling away from her.

Her eyes had gotten a bit darker, almost now dulled completely. You thought it was because of the long trip she just had but Ellie had other things on her mind. The tourture your little photoshoot put her through, the hunger she felt it was enough to make anyone snap. she thought it couldn't get worse but when she walked in on you with just a shirt on and some cute panties, that was the cherry on top.

"Don't act all cute...." Her voice was thick with dominance, maybe the most you've ever heard. " 'i can't wait to get ruined when you get back'' ' She recited from your letter

She had read the letter so many times she could speak it all without the paper. The words haunted her and she was going to make sure you were ruined by the end of it. You looked speechless, like you hadn't any idea what she was talking about.

The innocent look in your eye made her hands shake and her mind wonder to all that she could do to you while that innocent look was still there, how far could she push you until you broke? She grabbed a fist full of your hair, forcing you to look into her dull eyes.

She pulled you into a deep kiss, hand still gripping your hair to keep you in place and the other one wrapping around your waist. You let out a small whimper, surprised by how fast it happened. Your muscles then relax, your head dizzy.

You hadn’t been touched, neither of you did so you both were touch starved. You brought your hands up to grab at her. Her hair, her neck, her chest you grabbed at everything. Her hand wandered down to your ass that was only covered by lacy underwear, giving it a squeeze. You moaned into the kiss, allowing her to move her tongue into your mouth.

The sudden affection made your legs shake and your eyes roll back into your head. She noticed this, watching as you became a moaning mess just by kissing. She took this as a sign to get you on the bed so she took a step forward, hinting at you to walk to the bed.

You started to walk backwards, your lips still on hers. You reached the bed, falling back on it. You pulled Ellie closer and closer to you, legs around her waist wanting more of her. She pulled a way for a split second just to pull her backpack and shirt off, not wanting to waste precious time she could spend in between your sweet little thighs.

You eagerly watched her, face heating up causing a soft red glow on your face. Her shirt trailed up her body, revealing more and more of her. She was only in a sports bra and a pair of jeans when she finally got her shirt off. You bit your lip at the sight, seeing how her nipples could be seen from underneath her sports bra.

When you drew your attention back to her, you saw her giving you a stern look. You could tell she was waiting for you to also take your shirt off, you gave a small giggle at how distracted you were before pulling your shirt off as well. The cold air hit your bare chest, making you shiver underneath her grasp

Ellie’s breath hitched, watching as your chest rose up and down. You looked like an angel to her, your hair sprawled out on the bed, only in a pair of lacy underwear, soft thighs around her waist. How can someone so angelic do something so dirty?

Ellie ran one of her cold hands up your stomach, enjoying the softness of your skin. You reacted to her touch with a small whimper, Goosebumps rising on your skin. She admired every scar and bump on your skin, loving how it looked on your skin. She reached your boobs, placing her hand on top of one. She bent down to place small kisses on your chest.

“I missed these.” She said between kisses.

You giggled, watching her every move. You moved a hand up to her hair, running your hand through it as she kissing and sucked on your skin. You let moans and groans fall off from your lips. She backed them, they encouraged her to do more. She regularly wanted to taste you so her kisses made their way down your neck, down your breast, down your stomach and finally to your lacy pair of underwear.

She placed small kisses on the inside of your thighs, watching you squirm. You watched her every move with wide eyes, she looked up at you nipping at your thighs. She kissed up your thigh until she reached your underwear.

She hooked her fingers on the sides of your underwear and slowly pulled them down, coming face to face with all of you. She slid your underwear off and threw them somewhere in the room. She looked up at you and then back at your thighs.

“Your soaked baby,” she said, breaking the silence.

You just bit your lip, a bit embarrassed about how your cunt was dripping onto your bed sheets. You couldn't help it, Ellie made you feel things no one else has. She noticed your embarrassment.

"Let me guess." She said, sliding a finger up and down your cunt. "You touched yourself to the thought of me, every. single. night while i was gone.

She swiped up and down your cunt a few more times before shoving two fingers inside you. You threw your head back, only ellies long slim fingers could reach that one place inside you that made your toes curl and she hit it every. single. time.

"What'd you think about huh?" She said, planting another sweet little kiss on your thigh.

you didn't respond, more like you couldn't respond. She curled her fingers, just grazing you g-spot. She chuckled up at you, leading her kissing up and up. She was promised to ruin you and she was going too.

"Was it me fucking you with the strap, you hands tied to the bed post while i thrust in and out.." Her fingers forcefully shoving in and out of you harshly to accentuate her words. "of your sweet little cunt."

You let out a high pitched moan in response to those harsh thrusts, making you see stars. She grinned, gripping onto your thigh roughly before licking up your cunt as if she was licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

She scissored her fingers inside of you, not going too fast but deep and rough. the sinful sound of her fingers working in and out of your cunt filled the room along with your sweet moans. She licked you one last time, lapping up your juices before savoring the way you tasted.

"or was it just like this?" She asked once again, fully aware of you too lost in the pleasure to answer her. "My head in between your thighs, fucking you with my tongue and fingers while you sit back looking all cute."

She was right to say the least, you did run your hand down your body at night while thinking about her. You thought about it all, every position, every toy you had, every single dirty thing you thought about while fucking yourself until you were too tired to stay awake.

Your hands gripped onto the sheets, your knuckles turning yellow. A thin sheet of sweat was developing along your flushed body. Ellie's fingers got faster, curling and thrusting and then spreading apart before doing it over and over and over again. It was enough to make you cum right then and there if she asked.

"Your lucky baby..." she stated, looking up at you seeing you come apart. "I'm going to fuck you until you've made a pretty mess out of yourself and than i'm going to fuck you all over again."

Ellie's hand pushed your thigh all the way down to the bed, then returned to it to grip at it as she divided her tongue into your cunt. She started slow with her tongue but her fingers stayed the same pace , rough and fast.

Her tongue was so sudden it made you moan a little too loud for your liking. That didn't stop her but made her movement quicker, her fingers jabbing at your g-spot head on now. You were absolutely on fire, your skin felt hot and sticky.

You reached up to your boobs and grabbed at them, only maximizing the pleasure. Ellie licked circles on your clit, the sensitive bud sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. You threw your head back, back arching and waist thrusting along with her fingers.

Her nails dug into your thighs flesh, leaving small moon shapes there. Your moans became louder and at this point you didnt care if anyone heard, right now the only thing you cared about was Ellie's mouth on your aching cunt.

Ellie blew cool air onto your cunt, making you jerk up to meet her mouth. She chuckled at your neediness before giving you what you wanted, her mouth. There was no point in teasing you now and she obviously wasn't done punishing you.

Her tongue sped up, lapping at your cunt and really focusing on your clit. She added another finger, allowing her fingers to go deeper. Your hand gripped at her hair to grab it, thrusting your hips up faster and harder than before.

She couldn't get a good angle on your cunt so she took the hand that was on your thighs and brought it up to your waist to keep you down. You could feel your orgasm near but it felt different this time, your belly felt like it was on fire.... it didn't hurt it just felt different, a good difference?

Ellie added another finger, stretching you open. Her tongue was set and determined on your clit, the sensitive bud becoming overstimulated. You could no longer control your volume, you were basically screaming to the point ellie decided if she should stop or not. She didn't need more noise complaints.

Your body was already shaking violently, your stomach felt like it was on fire. This was terrifying how you felt but at the same time you didn't want it to stop. It felt so good and hurt in the best way possible.

Ellie didn't slow down but only sped up more and more until you let out a loud scream. The building knot in your stomach finally snapped and you were overcome with such ecstasy such pleasure, pure fucking light. It was all too much for you, your vision almost went and your hearing ceased for a split second.

From ellies point of view her fingers were soaked, along with her chest and face and even her jeans. She didn't know what was happening for a minute, her first thought was you had peed on her to be honest but after taking one look up at you she knew what had happened. You had squirted.... it had been something she had seen in an old porn tape she came across.

You felt far away from your own body, feeling only wetness on your lower half and after shock waves coming from your cunt. You came back to your body when your head was talking to you.

"Holy shit.... i didn't think i could do that..'' She admitted to you as your eyes fluttered open.

You looked over at her to see her completely soaked with your juices, you suddenly became embarrassed. You didn't know your body did did that, you didn' think it could do that. You closed your your sticky legs as best as you could.

"I'm sorry..." You said, sitting up slowly.

"No no.... It's okay!" Ellie laughed, pushing you slightly back down.

She laid on top of you, kissing you softly. She never wanted you to be ashamed of yourself even after doing something so fucking hot. She brushed your hair out of your face.

"That was a hot babe.... don't be sorry." She smiled.

You let out a sigh, honestly you were still slightly in shock and not yet fully conscious. You were sticky and sweaty, your bottom half tingling and drenched. Ellie's body on yours didn't make it any better but you were okay with that, you just wanted to be with her.

She could sense you not being all there by the way your eyes were still foggy. So she lifted herself off of you and made her way across the room to put on some music, trying to coax you back into your body again.

She went back to the bed and cuddled you up into a blanket before laying beside you, talking to you in a sweet and calm voice telling you all about her journey. She told you about the forest they traveled through and how she swore she saw fairies at one point. She just said anything to relax you and ground you.

"You're cute when you babble." You spoke, voice raspy from screaming.

"look who's back.." She joked, moving a hair from your face.

"That was intense..." You replied, you moved your hand up and down her arm before grabbing her hand in yours

"I know, they make it look so easy in porn." She said, making you perk up.

"Porn?!?!" You asked

You gave her a wide eyed look wanting to know the story behind her porn experience. She scoffed at your sudden interest and threw her hands up, regretting the decision to stay that.

"It was one time when I was 15.... I came across a tape!" She said, laughing at her stupid teenage self.

“Well i have to know the full story…”

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itsapeterthing · 3 years

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Last Breath || Peter Parker

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

summary: You and Peter have been best friends for years, fighting alongside each other as Avengers. When you nearly die, the true feelings you and Peter have for each other come to the surface.

a/n: Peter’s 19 here b/c let’s just pretend infinity war and endgame didn’t happen and it’s 2021 lol. This is also my first time writing in a long time and first time writing for Peter. Feel free to request below!

word count: 3.2k

warnings: mentions of death, blood, fluff, and I guess angsty, crying Peter

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You had first met your best friend Peter Parker two years ago after you learned you had powers and had been discovered by the Avengers. Being the youngest two of the Avengers and the same age, you and Peter were practically attached at the hip and everyone was aware of it. Whether it was having each other’s backs during missions, helping each other with homework or binge watching the latest sci-fi television show together, you and Peter were inseparable.

As much as you and Peter had tried to convince yourselves that you were only best friends and nothing more, everyone around you could see through that facade. They caught what you two tried to hide from one another- the stolen glances, the jealousy, the stuttering, the getting flustered when anyone brought up the prospect of you two being anything more than friends.

It’s not as if you two weren’t aware of the feelings that you had- you knew you liked Peter more than a friend should- but you weren’t about to tell him and have him laugh in your face, ruining everything you’ve built. So, the two of you lived in less than blissful ignorance, hiding your feelings from one another.

There wasn’t a nice way to put it- during your last mission Peter got absolutely wrecked. Although he had super-human abilities, even he was taking a longer time to recover which meant him staying back at the Avengers Compound while you and the rest of the Avengers went on a mission.

Peter knew that you could handle yourself and admittedly had powers that exceeded his, but he worried about you and tried to beg you to stay behind with him. He hated the idea of you going out and him not being able to have your back. He wouldn’t be able to relax unless he knew you were safe and he wouldn’t be able to keep you safe while you were out fighting and he was confined to his bed.

“Y/n, please.” He begged, tucked under his sheets.

“Peter, they need me.” You insisted.

“Not as much as I need you, though.”

“Oh yeah?” you chuckled at his attempt to implore you to stay.

“Yeah!” He continued. “Who’s going to stay here and look after me? What if I need something? Plus, my leg has been really aching.... so... I think it’s decided! Besides, what would you do if something happened to me?”

You laughed. “Nothing’s going to happen to you, Peter. You’re fine. I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone.”

Debatable, Peter thought. He always noticed when you were there and especially when you weren’t.

“Okay, but, hear me out-“ He explained. “What if someone tries to attack the Compound? I can’t do anything to protect myself! I could die!”

“You’re not going to die, Pete.” You smiled. “If you die, I’ll kill you.”

That was the last thing you said to your best friend before you left with the rest of the Avengers. You would be lying if you said you were totally fine going on this mission without Peter. You were anything but calm. Sure, the others would have your back, but not the same way Peter did, swooping in at the last moment before someone got to you like he was always looking out for you.

You told yourself you’d be fine. For the most part you were. You could handle yourself and you had a good grip on your powers. You covered others and they did the same for you in return.

You had always heard that no matter how good things were going, it could change in a blink of an eye. One moment you could be kicking ass and the next you could be dead. You thought you knew better. You thought that you had everything covered, but you were so focused on the creatures in front of you, you didn’t even hear the one behind you until you felt the blade go through your abdomen.

It happened so quickly you could barely even process it. As soon as the blade went through you, you heard gun shots and the creature behind you and all those in front of you drop. You didn’t even notice, only moving your shaking hands to your abdomen, feeling the area and pulling them away to see your hands covered in blood.

The next thing you knew Natasha was at your side, noticing your wound and turning back to face you.

“Y/n, listen to me, it’s going to be okay.” She said frantically. You know she meant well but the way she lost her cool let you know that this was definitely not a good situation.

The sharp pain running through you made you lose your balance and collapse into her arms. You heard her speak into the ear piece, telling the others that you were injured and needed to get help ASAP. She continued to try to keep you awake and to assure you that everything would be fine but all you could do was cry back frantically that you weren’t ready to go.

When you began to feel light headed, you heard footsteps and without looking up you knew it was Tony.

Seeing you in your current state, he cursed to himself and looked at Nat. “The kid is going to kill me.”

You know he meant Peter.

“We have to get her out of here. The blade staying in there helped, but there’s only so much longer she can go without a hospital.” Nat said.

You felt Tony kneel besides you, still leaning into Nat’s arms. “C’mon, let’s go.”

You could barely even pay attention to what was going on around you, just thinking about how you could die any second. It happened so quick. Before he could pick you up, coughing up blood and struggling to speak you told him. “I told Peter this morning that if he died, I’d kill him myself.” You laughed. “It’s ironic now that I think about it. He told me not to come. He was right... and so were you.”

Picking you up, to rush you to the hospital, he asked, “Right about what exactly?”

“It feels so stupid now,” You spoke, feeling more blood drip down your chin. “I should have just told him. You were right. I do love him.” Beginning to feel lightheaded again and struggling to breathe, you told him: “If I die, be gentle with him... okay, Mr. Sta-”

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Peter couldn’t sit still in bed, knowing you were out there fighting and he wasn’t there to protect you. Not being able to put his mind or body to rest, he threw off the covers and began climbing out of bed. Sure, he had a difficult time balancing at first and was walking with a bit of a limp, but he could handle it.

Walking out of his room and into the hallway, he heard muffled voices coming from the room, meaning that at least some of the team had made it back home.

Eager to see you, he stumbled quickly into the main room only to be met with Steve and Natasha. Taken by surprise he attempted to stand up straighter, leaning against a wall for help.

“Mr. Captain America sir,” Peter spoke nervously, still intimidated by the man in front of him, despite the many times he fought alongside him.

Both him and Natasha had grim looks on their faces as he attempted to peek around them in hopes of seeing you or Mr. Stark come in behind them.

“Peter...” Natasha spoke gently, slowly moving towards him.

Peter chuckled nervously, cutting her off. “Hey, where’s Y/n? Or Mr. Stark?”

Nat and Steve looked at each other before turning back to Peter. Steve stepped forward, reaching his hand out to Peter’s shoulder.

Peter glanced nervously from Cap’s hand on his shoulder to his face, asking again. “Where’s Y/n?”

“She was injured. Tony rushed her to the hospital and they’re operating on her now.” Steve spoke plainly.

Peter’s heart rate jumped and he began breathing heavily, looking between Nat and Steve frantically. “Injured? What do you mean injured? Wait, surgery?” His brain was moving a million miles a minute. He could barely comprehend what was going on, fearing the worse.

Nat spoke this time. “There’s not a nice way to put it, Peter. She was...” She pauses looking at Steve. He nods and she turns towards Peter. “She was stabbed. It happened so quick, Peter. There was nothing anyone could have done.”

Peter feels like screaming that there was something that someone could have done- that he could have done if he had only been there to protect you. He knows that Natasha means well but he can’t help but beat himself up, knowing you’re dying somewhere and he never even told you how he felt. He couldn’t bare to think about your body lying in Nat’s arms while you were covered in blood, scared of dying.

As much as he wanted to scream, he could just feel tears coming to his eyes and turned around, rushing back to his bedroom. He could hear the footsteps of Steve and Nat as he slammed the door behind him, wincing as he stripped himself of his clothes, searching for and grabbing his spiderman suit and pulling it on.

“Peter, what are you doing?” He heard Nat speak through the door.

Holding back his sniffles, he flung open the door, pulling the spider-man mask over his face. “I’m going to go see her.”

Natasha, watching as he struggled down the hallway spoke, “You can barely walk! You can’t go.”

He continued.

Cap spoke this time, “Kid, I get it, but there’s nothing you can do. You have to let yourself hea-“

“No!” Peter shouted turning around. The crack in his voice was evident to the two avengers, making his sobbing clear. “I could have done something! If I was there I could have saved her. She wouldn’t be dying right now if I had been there. This is all my fault, don’t you get it? If it weren’t for me getting hurt I would have been able to protect her!”

The three of them stood in silence and when he felt that no one was about to speak, Peter sighed. “I have to go.”

When Cap was about to go after him, Natasha grabbed his arm. If Peter was hell bent on going, it wasn’t worth trying to stop him.

“At least let us take you.” Natasha said. “You’re crazy if you think you can just swing from here to the hospital and you definitely can’t walk.”

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The whole way there he had beat himself up for not being by your side, thinking of all the ways today could have gone differently so it didn’t have to end with you dying. He was so exhausted from crying, thinking about you, all the moments he shared and praying that he would get to make more.

Making it to the correct spot of the hospital, he saw Mr. Stark now changed out of his iron man suit and into a regular suit, standing outside a hospital room. When he made eye contact with Peter, Peter stopped short in the hallway.

“Take that thing off.” Tony insisted, pointing his finger at Peter’s mask. “I didn’t just donate millions of dollars to this hospital to keep you two’s identity a secret for you to keep that mask on. Come on, let’s go, I can’t take you seriously in that thing right now.”

Peter hesitantly took off his mask, stumbling further down the hallway. Even from far away Tony could see Peter’s tear stained face, red eyes and red cheeks, surely from crying since the moment he found out.

“Is... is she going to be okay?” Peter asked.

“As good as someone who just got stabbed with a blade from an alien planet can be.” Tony spoke before turning to look at Peter, who was visibly distraught. He sighed, wrapping his arm around Peter’s shoulder. “She just got out of surgery. If you trust these doctors... they say she’ll be okay.”

For the first time since Peter found out he felt a weight lift off of his chest and the ability to breathe normally come back to him.

“Really?” He asked, cheerfully.

“Yeah, but-“ Tony continued. “You have to knock this off.”

Peter furrowed his brows. “What do you mean, Mr. Stark?”

Tony sighed. “This.” He gestured between Peter and the room you were resting in. “You two. No more of this little elementary school crush stuff.” Peter felt his cheeks flush. “She thought she was going to die after fighting aliens with her superpowers and the last thing she said was that she loved you. It’s disgusting, honestly.”

Peter didn’t even know how to process this. You were in love with him? You were in love with him! He had had feelings for you for so long that he didn’t even think it was possibly for you to look at him as more than a friend. Not only did you look at him as more than a friend- you loved him. Not only did you love him- you thought you were dying and you spent your last words on him.

“I know you feel the same way so just cut it out and tell her.” Tony spoke.

Peter snapped out of his thoughts and looked back at Mr. Stark. “How did you know?” Peter, realizing he just admitted Mr. Stark was right coughed, embarrassed. “I mean... why do you think so?”

Tony laughed. “You’re a smart kid, Parker.” He placed his hand on one of Peter’s shoulders. “But you’re not that good at hiding it. I mean I can’t even count how many times I caught you checking her out in her suit never mind the other times where-“

“Okay!” Peter yelped. “I get it.”

“Not even just me either,” Tony continued, chuckling. “Everyone and I mean everyone, knows.”

Peter, on the verge of being mortified, shouted again. “Mr. Stark! Please stop!”

Finally Tony stopped, checking his watch, looking back up to Peter. “You’re right. She should probably be awake by now anyway. Why don’t you head in?”

“Are you sure, Mr. Stark? What about you?” Peter asked.

“Well,” Tony clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. “You’re the one she just confessed her undying love for, so I think she’d rather see you, kid.” He pat him on the shoulder one last time before walking off. “Good luck!”

Peter watched as he walked away down the empty hallway. Holding his mask in his hands, he then turned to the door of the room you were waiting inside. He took a deep breath before opening the door.

His heart shattered when he saw you laying in the hospital bed with your hands folded over your stomach. He hated the idea of you being hurt and it made your near death experience even more real to him.

“Hey, Peter.” You spoke, your voice almost a whisper.

“Hey Y/n.” Peter answers finally looking up from all of the medical equipment you were attached to to instead look at your face.

As he moved closer to sit in the chair besides your bed, he could still see dried remains of blood at the corners of your mouth. He grimaced, piecing the scene together.

“Pete, stop looking at me like that.” You spoke, paused then smirked. “Thanks for showing up in your suit by the way. Nice touch. I can’t believe the spider-man came to visit me.”

Peter smiled but then it faltered. You always knew how to lighten the mood, but he couldn’t help but think about how he was so close to never seeing you again. “You almost died, Y/n.”

“So I keep hearing.” You replied.

“It’s not funny, Y/n.” He spoke seriously, dropping his mask by his side and taking one of your hands. “I- I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re my best friend and other half. I know our lives are really complicated, but I don’t know, you make it better. I can’t help thinking about how you almost died. When they told me what happened I thought I would never see you again, Y/n.”

You let yourself become vulnerable, squeezing Peter’s hand, but before you could even speak, he opened his mouth again.

“Mr. Stark told me about what you said.” He spoke softly, scratching the back of his neck, not meeting your eyes.

You tried to stop your heart from racing knowing you were not only attached to a heart monitor, but that Peter also had super senses. You couldn’t help yourself though. Was it mistake to say all that? To be fair, you thought you were going to die, but now that Peter’s sitting here in front of you, you’re scared he knows about your feelings and that he’ll reject you.

“Oh-“

“I like you. A lot. Maybe more than a lot.” Peter starts rambling before you could even finish what you were saying. “It’s not just because you spent your dying words telling Mr. Stark you loved me either. I’ve liked you- actually now that I think about it- loved you- for a really long time. Probably since I first met you, honestly. It’s not because you’re like this super cool superhero chick either- don’t get me wrong, it’s super... wow- but I love you for you. Even if you had no powers or anything, I would still love you. I know this is probably a lot and maybe you just said that stuff because you thought you were going to die, but I know that I love you an-“

And just like that years of pining for you just spilled out of Peter’s mouth before you cut him off.

“You like me?” You asked again.

“I mean I love you, but uh... yeah.” Peter said slightly flustered.

Not being able to sit up or lean forward too much due to your healing wound didn’t stop you. Hearing his answer was all you needed for you to grab hold of the front of his suit, pull him towards you and kiss him.

Peter was shocked at first, but soon hummed in response, planting his hands on the pillow on either side of your head. When you pulled away you smiled up at him. “I love you too, Peter. I’m sorry it took me nearly dying to say it.”

Peter, trying to contain his excitement, just smiled and kissed you again, savoring every second of it.

Little did the two of you know that outside your room stood some of the rest of your group of the earth’s mightiest heroes, peeking in on your moment with Peter.

“I can’t believe he finally told her.” Nat said.

“What I can’t believe is that she actually felt the same way.” Sam spoke. “You’re telling me that she spent her dying breath on him?”

“What can I say? I taught him everything he knows.” Tony stated confidently as they turned back, watching the two of you through the hospital room window.

Unfortunately for Peter’s sake, they also witnessed him going to place his hands on your waist while kissing you and accidentally grazing your healing wound, causing you to yelp and wince.

“Sorry!” he shouted. “Oh shit, Y/n, I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you? I’m so dumb, I’m so sorry-“

The others turned to Tony.

“Okay... well there’s only so much you can do to help that poor kid. That’s not on me.”

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arrowflier · 3 years

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Arrow write the mickey spotting ian and kev fic challenge!

Had to do this while it was still topical lol, so here goes.

The first time was an accident. Well, sort of.

"Ian can help with that," Mickey offered, watching Kev struggle to shift kegs and pour drinks at the same time.

"Thanks man," Kev grunted, hoisting another keg. He waddled with it along the length of the bar, body hidden behind the counter, and set it down with a heavy thunk.

"Not easy though," he added as he straightened. "Don't wanna make him strain somethin' before your wedding."

He waggled his eyebrows at Mickey, tongue stuck out, and Mickey rolled his eyes.

He knew exactly what would come next.

"You think I can't lift a keg?" Ian asked from the stool next him. His voice almost broke on the last word with sheer disbelief. "I'm not some skinny kid anymore, Kev, I just got out of prison for fuck's sake!"

"Cause there were plenty of kegs there to lift," Mickey muttered into his beer, and almost sent it splashing over the old stained countertop when Ian shoved his shoulder too hard.

"Just point me where you need me," Ian told Kev, puffing out his chest.

Kev eyed Ian, then Mickey, then Ian again. But ultimately, he shrugged, and tapped the top of the keg he had just put down.

"Uh, this guy here needs to go out back," he said. "Brought in the wrong one."

"On it," Ian said, and made his way to it. He bent over at the waist, his hands reaching for the handles, ass stuck out in his too-tight jeans.

Mickey tilted his head, and sipped his drink, admiring the view.

"Whoa, whoa, not like that!" Kev said from behind the bar, arms out. "You're gonna hurt yourself, man."

"Then how," Ian forced out between gritted teeth, still leaning over, "would you suggest I do this?"

Kev came around, whacked Ian in the back until he let go and straightened with a huff. Then he took up position at another keg alongside the first.

"Lift with your legs, kid," he said, and dropped into a half squat right in front of Mickey's face.

Oh.

"Like this?" Ian relented, assuming position next to Kev, broad back stretched and straight over bent legs and strong thighs.

Oh.

Kev and Ian each hoisted their kegs, beginning their awkward walk away toward the back, and Mickey leaned so far back on his stool he almost fell off.

Well, he thought as he downed the last of his drink, eyes following two ridiculously built sets of shoulders strain their way across the room.

He could get used to seeing that.

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The second time, it was definitely on purpose. He had talked Ian into trying out KevFit after his own misadventure--he was not eager to keep working out on his own, but Ian kept wanting to do new shit together.

They were only one round in at the keg lift station, Ian already grunting and heaving and sweaty next to him, when Kev came by.

"Good form, Ian," he congratulated, clapping a hand on his shoulder hard enough to make him drop the half-filled keg with a clatter. "Way better than last time."

"Gee, thanks," Ian answered dryly, wiping his forehead with the hem of his thin workout tank, and Mickey had an epiphany.

"Hey, Kev," he said slowly, like the idea was just occurring to him, "You got all this equipment rigged up, but how are you on basics?"

Kev's brow furrowed, his muscled arms going slack at his sides.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like, pushups and jogging and shit," Mickey answered. "You know, the kind of stuff they do in the military."

He let his eyes widen, and turned them on Ian.

"Oh wait," he said, "that's kinda your thing, ain't it?"

Ian shrugged, looking confused.

"Uh, I guess?"

"Why don't you show Kev one of your old workouts?" Mickey suggested innocently. "He could add some things to the whole KevFit routine, maybe bring in more clients."

Kev perked up at that.

"Yeah, why not?" he said. "C'mon Ian, show me what you've got."

Five minutes later, Mickey was leaning against the "spring water" station, sipping from the flask he had snuck in from next door, watching two ridiculously tall, ridiculously strong fuckers take up half the open floor space doing increasingly impressive pushups. Right then, Ian had one arm behind his sweat-slicked back, Kev mirroring his form, and Mickey's eyes followed the rise and fall of their bodies with total focus.

"Excuse me," a wimpy, hipster-sounding dude said hesitantly from behind him, " but do you know when they're bringing out more waters?"

Mickey didn't even bother to look.

"Get lost," he answered, waving a hand in the guy's general direction. "Go drink outa the bathroom sink like a normal fucking person and let me watch my show."

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The third time, he was pretty sure Ian was catching on.

Not that he cared, honestly--the view was fucking worth it.

"You call that a bench press?" He goaded his husband from behind the bench. "Kev's kickin' your ass, man, that's just embarassing."

Ian glowered, breath hissing out between his teeth as he pushed up again.

"I'm pretty much pressing you right now," he gritted out, "so I'm feeling pretty good about it, actually."

Mickey hid his grin behind a hand, feigning disinterest even as his eyes followed Ian's bulging arms up and down, lingering on the tight plane of his chest.

"Well he's pressing like two of me," Mickey countered, letting his eyes wander, "so you might wanna step it up, tough guy."

Sure enough, Kev's current weights were at least half again what Ian had, and he was doing an admirable job of lifting them considering that his gigantic self was too big for the bench. Mickey hadn't considered that when he invited Kev to check out the gym at their new place; it was designed for recreational exercise, not fucking seven foot tall body builders. The man's legs stretched out awkwardly off the bottom of the bench, knees bent but stuck up far too high for proper form. His broad shoulders dwarfed the other end, making it look like his upper body was just suspended there.

Mickey licked his lips, watching the shift of muscles under Kev's tanned skin--thank the lord the man shared his aversion to sleeves--and almost got chinned when he leaned too far over Ian's station.

The bar slotted into place without his help, Ian sitting up and wiping his face with a hand.

"Why don't you spot him for a while, then," Ian said. "While I go hit the shower."

He stood, making his way to the door, and Mickey paused, torn.

"Or I could give you a practical demonstration of my ability to lift you," Ian added over his shoulder, and Mickey was making his excuses to their guest and chasing after him before Kev could even finish another rep.

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Ian never brought it up, after that, but Mickey still decided to cool it, just a little. Ian had seemed a little jealous, at the gym, although you'd never have known it by the things he said later--bet you like it when people look like they can throw you around, Mick--and Mickey did not need to throw a wrench into their marriage just for a little extra eye candy.

But then they were all at the pool together, the Gallaghers plus Mickey, plus Tami, plus Kev and Vee, and he really couldn't help it.

"Damn our men are hot," Tami had commented, sitting in a white plastic chair next to Mickey.

Mickey leaned back with a grin, taking a swig of lukewarm beer, and said, "You think that's hot?" nodding to where Ian and Lip were splashing each other over Franny's head in the shallow end.

"Watch this," he finished, and cupped a hand over his mouth to help his voice carry.

"Hey Ian," he shouted. "Bet Kev could beat you in a race."

"Hell yeah!" Kev called back from where he was manning the grill. "Name the time, man!"

Mickey could see Ian roll his eyes, and worried for the briefest of moments that his husband was done humoring him. But after a brief, hushed word with his brother, Ian was swimming to the side of the pool nearest Kev, saying "right now, backstroke, three laps," and Mickey was falling in love all over again.

"You do this a lot?" Tami asked, amused, as Kev stripped off his shirt and jumped in to take his place at the wall of the pool.

Mickey waited until they were off, arms wheeling wildly through the water and sending the sparkling spray onto sculpted, heaving chests, to answer.

"Define a lot," he said, not looking away from the spectacle as Ian and Kev hit the wall and turned, their swimsuits flashing through the water.

Tami snickered.

"Got it," she said, then, "thanks for sharing the wealth."

The race finished, Ian and Kev lifting themselves out of the pool, water running down their bodies as they clasped hands and went in for a shoulder-slapping bro hug. Ian looked back to where Mickey sat, and smirked.

"No problem," Mickey murmured, watching closely.

Ian leaned up to say something into Kev's ear, and Mickey squinted, like that would somehow help him hear it.

"Ogling the competition, Milkovich?" Lip's voice came from behind, and Mickey nearly fell out of his chair.

"The fuck are you talkin about?" he demanded, twisting around in his chair to look at Lip's knowing smirk.

"Nothing," Lip answered innocently. "Just noticed you've been watching Kev a lot lately."

Mickey scowled.

"And what's it to you?" he challenged. "Nothing at all," Lip said. "Just an observation." His grin widened. "And a distraction."

Mickey's eyes narrowed.

"A distraction from wha--argh!"

He cut off as he was lifted by two pairs of string arms, familiar ones wrapped under his own and different, strong hands holding his feet. He flailed, barely registering the flash of green eyes and a mostly bald head, before he hit the water with a splash.

By the time he surfaced, snorting chlorinated pool water out of his nose, it was to see two grinning faces looking down at him.

"Thought you might need to cool off after watching us," Ian said with a grin, laughing when Mickey tried to splash water into his face.

"Next time you want a show," Kev added, "just ask, man." He waggled his eyebrows. "I learned a few things when I worked that gay club."

Ian laughed again at Mickey's shocked expression.

"You need to work on your poker face, Mick," he said. "But it's okay, we don't mind."

He winked, then turned to walk away, leaving Mickey floating in the pool. Kev left with him, hips swaying slightly, and Mickey bit his lip and watched them go.

"Really?" Lip asked from the side of the pool, sounding disgusted, and Mickey just shrugged without looking back.

After all, if they didn't mind...

#daily speedwrite #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #fanfic #kev ball #silly and random

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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Genshin: University AU [V1]

I love modern au. Or any “everything is fine, no one died, it’s just a fever dream” au. Half of me is thinking, damn maybe I should answer this serious- LOL HAHA no. That’s not happening. Time to crack my knuckles and let my brainworms take over again.

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. I want to switch up my characters from the last brainworm post but I included Kaeya and Diluc.

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Today’s appreciation post goes to twistedwishes. Hey! I’ve been seeing you pop up a lot lately and thanks for the support 💕💕 I hope things are going better for you and you’re doing alright^^ I feel kinda bad for making appreciation posts on crack fics but hopefully this is somewhat funny haha.

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Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: Roommate [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

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Diluc

Absolute pretty boy who has braincells, but only if Kaeya is not there. In his mind, Kaeya’s presence makes his room loose 40% of their common sense. He can’t prove it just yet but he’s working on it. He majors in accounting but also has a minor in marketing, logistics’ management, fia- he majors everything business related. He’s going to become the next Elon Musk through smarts or by getting the competition drunk. There can be no contest if he’s the only candidate. He’s actually a hard working guy that overworks and stresses way too much. You have daily “Diluc recharge” evenings where he just hangs onto you while you go through your day.

“Don’t fucking talk to me until I’ve had my coffee,” except there is no coffee - he drinks grape juice out of juice boxes and his only energy boost is when he meets up with you - and that’s his constant mood. So he usually only hangs around you and Jean, since she has childhood friend status and is actually an angel. By default, Lisa is added and Diluc doesn’t mind her but if he see’s Kaeya, it’s full on war paint mode. If he's not busy with work or studies, he's usually with you either in your dorm or his apartment.

He has a fanclub and he seriously hates it and tries to do everything in his power to get Ningguang to take it down. Shouldn’t this be against his rights? But she refuses for whatever reason and makes a whole speech about free will. No matter what he does, someone manages to take a picture and it get’s printed in the university’s newspaper. The only bonding time he has with Kaeya is every Monday, where they collect and burn all the universities newspapers before anyone can get their hands on it. You always bring marshmallows to make smores during their arson activities.

“When I graduate I’m going to burn this school down to the ground. That’s not a threat it’s a promise.”

Ningguang

Is secretly the leader of the Diluc fanclub - not that she likes Diluc, she’s in a questionable platonic poly marriage with you and Beidou - but it was the easiest way to gain funds for the student council. Which she is the president of, so rip Diluc the fanclub stays. Ruthless business woman I tell you. But she can run in heels so her danger factor rises by at least 20%.

Majors in social sciences and law but more specifically the political science & government. She saw the Imperial State Crown that the Queen of England wears and says yes, that’s mine now. If she’s not with Beidou and you planning on “how to infiltrate the state government just for lols”, then she’s with Keqing, Ganyu, and Zhongli discussing student council things. Should they or should they not tell the student body that they can see everyone’s search results? Sit back and relax as the school goes into chaos.

She’s probably the scariest person on campus No, she is the scariest person on campus. She’s the scariest person on campus. But secretly she’s popping 20 aspirins just to make it through a night. She has the digestive system of steel. She still holds the title of "seriously do not try and beat her in a drinking game it's never going to happen" and that's her proudest achievement in life but sadly she can’t put it on her resume. Kaeya is still trying to beat her out of spite but so far it hasn't been working. You’re seriously concerned for her when she get’s challenged but Beidou gives you a way-to-hard slap on the back and cheers her on. If Ninngguang somehow get’s alcohol poisonings she’ll somehow find away to make a profit out of it.

"I'll let him die, I'll get the insurance money."

Kaeya

One day he chugged too much mouth wash, passed out, and somehow woke up in university majoring in law. His idea is that if he is apart of the law, he can therefore stand above it. To be fair, his only goal in life is to say “I am the manager” and he can go live the rest of his life in bliss or as a hermit. He’s secret best friends with you but wouldn't be caught dead beside you. He will stab a bitch if you ever get hurt but will still trip you on the way home. Seriously, you have no idea why people find him attractive. Your guess is it’s the eye patch or the clap of his ass cheeks that keeps alerting everyone.

He’s apart of the newspaper club and if anyone asks: No, he has no idea who keeps taking all the newspapers and burns them in the back of the campus. Originally, he joined because he was nosy and needed to join some type of club for his resume. He sometimes feels bad for his junior assistant Amber because he keeps tricking her and says that Diluc is secretly a demon that is trying to steal all the jobs and is apart of the lizard government hell bent on eradicating the human race. He even brought out a whiteboard for this joke, he’s dedicated to his job ok?

The type of guy to try and be humble and say his work is “okay” but will choke a bitch if anyone agrees. He tends to leave everything last minute and says that it’s his drug since actual drugs could land you one year in prison and a maximum penalty of $2,000. You have to awkwardly hold in your concerned mother head shake when you see him speed running his assignment literally right when the professor is walking around to check if students finished.

“I was taught how to lead not to read.”

Mona

Broke wallet #2. Zhongli is broke wallet #1 but Childe simps for him so is he really a broke wallet at this point? In this essay, I Mona Megistus, will explain why I have the rights to the title “Broke Wallet #1″...

Believes that astrology should be an actual career path but refuses to take astronomy as her major. I can read the stars not a textbook that tells me how to calculate the mass of the sun divided by the fucks I give. Instead she went into Philosophy and cries to Albedo, who is an actual prodigy genius- sir lend some braincells to everyone else please?, that her professor keep turning her paper down because “star reading” is not an academic source.

Fischl wants her to join the occult club because, surprisingly, Mona is very good at telling people’s fates through her crayon sketch ouija board. She thinks first year Fischl is cute but is put off by the cosplay roleplay that she has going on. She would join except that stupid hat wearing gremlin in her lit class would make fun of her if he found out.

You gave her half your lunch one day and bought her a doughnut "because she seemed upset" and "out of the goodness of your heart" whatever the hell that means. She thinks you pensioned it but once that thought comes she takes a bite. Poison from a doughnut is not the worst way to go out, classes are hard enough. She’s waiting for the lord to strike her down anyways.

“Its not about passing, its about doing better than everyone else.”

Venti

Slept through most of highschool and people question how he got into university. He’s a music major (wow how fucking original is that), and if anyone asks him to serenade someone or just do anything, he’ll do it for the right price. Or if you buy him alcohol because he still keeps getting ID checked. He’s banking on Kaeya actually becoming a lawyer or being on good terms with Diluc so he can finally stop being arrested for looking like a toddler.

Takes one step into classes and quickly nopes out and goes back to bed. Professors have no idea how he hasn't dropped out or failed. He just has some god given talent. He does whine at you to pretty pretty please with a cherry on top tutor him because you're such an angel and would never leave your poor but awesome best friend hanging right? He needs to get this essay down but how he is suppose to explain how the number 10 is symbolic and connects to the universe or the meaning of life. Do you think he can just say it’s apart of his culture and make up some random myth to pretend it looks like he knows what he’s doing?

He’s honestly going with the flow and put his brain on the back burner all of highschool and only now realizes wait, I actually have to use my brain?

He’s been banned from most club chats since Venti has the no chill card. Someone says “lol I look ugly today.” and he’ll respond "yup, you look like a cow." and he get’s banned. Zhongli keeps a speed run timer on his phone just to document these occasions.

"Sad spelled backwards is das and das how it be sometimes."

Childe

An actual dumbass that somehow does well. He eats sandwiches with the crust off, this heathen. Surprisingly he’s studying to become a physical therapist but most of his experience has come from breaking his own bones. You’re scared how he's going to be if he actually becomes a therapist. If he'll make bets with his patients or try to one up whatever crazy injury they get into. Everything is a challenge to him that sometimes the best way to deal with Childe is to knock him out.

This man really knows the way to a Zhongli’s woman's heart. Through micro transactions. Mona saw him accidently drop $20 and just shrugged and walked off. She has never been both spiritually and physically offended in her life. She did take the $20 though. As much as you hate leeching on Chile when he’s basically a walking wallet that probably uses bills as tissue paper, you can’t help but give him puppy eyes while planning on how to get into his will. If he even plans on having one, he might honestly write “whoever wins in a gladiator style duel in my funeral’s tournament, they will get my fortune.”.

Any sport the university offers Childe is probably in it. Which is how he met Zhongli, challenged him to a fight, proceeded to have his ass handed to him, got a backhanded compliment, and screamed to you he was in love and how he found his soulmate. He's secretly very sappy and has cried and watched every Disney and Pixar movie at least 28 times.

"IM NOT TOO SPICY! I’M A TINY BIT ABOVE MILD IF ANYTHING!”

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God if it isn’t Scaramouche, it’s Childe that ruins the aesthetic. This is why I hate you. Why do you people enable me like this, it isn’t even good. This is pretty much a @ yourself moment and I vibe hard with Venti. This entire post was just to make a joke about the clap of Kaeya’s ass cheeks alerting the guards.

This week might slow down since I have classes and assignments. My reply’s are gonna be late too, sorry;; (oh and thank you to everyone that was so supportive and nice when I mentioned it. All of you. Beautiful 💕💕 )

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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All The Stops

Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Could i request a Creeper fic? Like you're sick and he is taking care of you. Neti pot and secret family soup recipes and all lol.

Warnings: language, Creeper being Extra but we love him for it

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I love Creeper so much. I love writing for the sappy sweet side of him, too. Hope y’all enjoy! xo

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You’d told him not to worry, to stay away so you didn’t end up getting him sick too. Whatever it was that you had left you feeling like you got hit by a semi. Your whole body ached, and you could hardly breathe out of your nose. What had started off as a cold you thought you could just ignore and brush off, very quickly turned you into a zombie.

You were caught between trying to down-play it so he wouldn’t worry, and over-selling it so he would leave you alone and not end up getting sick himself. You should have known better, though. He was far too clingy and hell-bent on taking care of you to stay away. It was sweet, and you appreciated it, but you didn’t want both of you to end up feeling like death warmed over.

When you heard the knock at the door, you knew exactly who it was. You let out a long sigh as you forced yourself up off the couch. You folded your arms over your chest as you shuffled to your front door. When you opened the door, you came face-to-face with Creeper. His eyes were full of concern as he stood on your front steps, large cardboard box in his arms.

“You didn’t tell me you were this sick,” he said as he walked inside.

You shut the door behind him as you replied, “Because I knew you’d do…all of whatever this is.”

He made his way to your kitchen, setting the box down on your counter. Turning back around to face you, he took a moment to really look at you. His lips turned down into a frown as he looked at you bundled up in his sweatshirt with the hood flipped up, toes curling against the cold floor. He stepped toward you, gently resting his hand against your forehead.

“You should’ve called,” he pulled you into a hug.

As much as you didn’t want to be touched, you had to admit that it was nice to feel his strong arms wrapped tight around you. you managed a small smile as you leaned into his chest, “Didn’t have to, you still showed up,” you gestured towards the box on the counter, “What’s all that?”

He let go of you to walk back over to everything that he had brought in, “Your cure.”

You chuckled as you walked and sat across the counter from him. You rested your chin in your hands as you watched him unpack everything that he’d brought over. His focus was evident on his face as he set everything out—brows furrowing in concentration.

“You really don’t have to do all of this, Neron,” you told him with a slight shake of your head.

“Of course I do,” he looked almost offended, “You’re sick. I can’t just let you suffer alone.”

You smiled, not wanting to argue the point any further. Clearly, there would be no changing his mind. You amused yourself by looking over all the different spices that he had with him. While you did that, he started to root around your kitchen and pull some things together.

“Anything I can do?” you asked.

“Go lay down and rest,” he walked around to your side of the counter, “I’ll carry you to bed.”

You laughed, which in turn made you cough, “Stop, Neron, I can walk myself to bed.”

He shook his head as he scooped you up in his arm, “I got you, baby.”

You didn’t have the strength to fight him on it, so you let yourself get whisked away. It was an incredibly short walk to your room but you still let yourself lean into him.

He laid you down on the bed and pulled the blanket up over you. There was a small smile on his face as he caressed your cheek, gently pushing a stray lock of hair out of your face, “Try and get some sleep. It’ll be a while until everything is ready anyway,” he kissed the top of your head.

“Everything? What’s everything?” you smiled up at him.

“Don’t worry, I got it. Get some rest. I love you.”

Before you could ask any more questions, he turned and made his way towards the bedroom door. You listened intently for a few minutes to try and figure out what he was doing, but it didn’t take long for the comfort and warmth of the blankets to put you to the sleep.

You had no idea how long you had been asleep for, but when you woke up you heard the muffled sound of music coming from the far end of the house. A tiny groan slipped past your lips as you sat upright and forced your body to stretch. You swung your legs off the bed and stood up, stretching once more before opening the bedroom door and heading towards the kitchen.

The music got louder as you got closer to the kitchen. And, for the first time in a few days, you would actually smell what was being cooked. You had no idea what he was making, but it smelled great so you weren’t worried. He didn’t hear the quiet pattering of your feet over his music, so you were able to sneak in and find your seat at the counter without him noticing you. You watched him bobbing his head and mumbling along with the lyrics of the song that was on. Despite your exhaustion you smiled. He seemed so at-home.

“How’s it comin’?” you asked.

He spun around, ladle in his hand raised and ready to strike. When he saw that it was you, he lowered his hand with a sigh. He shook his head, “Can’t sneak up on me like that, Mama.”

“Or what?” you chuckled, “You gonna accidentally beat me up with a soup ladle?”

He wagged it at you accusingly, “Bourne almost killed someone with a rolled-up newspaper.”

You fought back a cough as you laughed, “You comparing yourself to Jason Bourne now?” you shook your head, “Anyway, how’s all this going?” you nodded towards the stove.

He let the topic drop as he turned back to all of his things on the stove, “Good. Almost done.”

“What is it?” you got up and crept over to get a look.

He watched you with a smile as you peeked into the pot on the stove, “Vargas Family recipe. Mom used to make this all the time when we would get sick. Fixed our whole shit, swear to god.”

You laughed, “Sounds exactly like what I need,” you turned back around to face him, “Never knew you were so good in the kitchen.”

He smiled as he pulled you into a gentle hug, “You never gave me a chance. Had to be knockin’ on death’s door in order to get you to rest.”

You chuckled, leaning into his touch, “That’s true.”

Sitting back on the other side of the counter, you rested your chin in your hands as you watched him finish up everything that he was preparing. There was something relaxing about watching him shuffle busily around your kitchen. He was completely in his own zone.

It wasn’t too long before he was turning to you with a bowl of soup in each hand. There was a proud smile on his face as he nodded towards the living room. He waited for you to get comfortably situated on the couch before handing you your bowl.

For a while, the only noise in the house came from the television. Each of you ate in comfortable silence. You were savoring it—this was the first thing you were able to taste in almost a week. And Creeper was too busy watching you and making sure you were alright and enjoying it to say anything. You could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t care. A week of hardly forcing yourself to eat was all catching up to you.

Once your bowls were empty and discarded on the coffee table, he pulled you so that you were laying with your head in his lap. He gently rubbed your shoulder as you settled against him.

“There’s tea for you, too, when you’re ready,” he let you know.

You hummed in response, feeling the most comfortable you had in a while, “Thank you.”

He looked down at you, brows furrowing, “You still sound stuffy.”

You chuckled, “I’m still sick, Neron. Your soup was good but I don’t think it’s magical.

“I brought my neti pot,” he nodded towards the box he’d brought with him, “We can jus hook you up,” he demonstrated with his hand how it worked, “and clear you out. Tellin’ you, baby, you’ll be good as new.”

You shook your head, sniffling as you did, “Hard pass, Neron.”

“Why?”

“Because,” you tried not to laugh, “that’s gross.”

“I clean it after I use it!”

“I’m sure you do!” you couldn’t hold back your laugh, “Still gross.”

“Will you at least drink the tea?”

You smiled as you sat upright so he could get up, “Yes, baby, I’ll drink the tea.”

You smiled as you watched him shuffle back over to the kitchen and grab a mug for you. He was so careful pouring it and bringing it back over to you. You smiled as you cupped it in your hands. He sat back down next to you, gently rubbing his hand up and down your back. Even though you were still sick, you felt like a new person after a decent nap and a good meal. His touch was more than welcome.

“Thank you,” you rested one hand on his knee, “I really appreciate all of this.”

He shook his head, “This ain’t nothin’. If I had more time to prepare I would’ve pulled out all the stops.”

You chuckled, sipping on your tea, “This was more than enough. Thank you, seriously.”

“I love you. I got you—whatever you need,” he leaned over and kissed your temple.

“I love you too,” you leaned against his side and pulled your feet up onto the couch, settling into the comfort of him being there to take care of you when you needed it.

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