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fredwkong · 8 months

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The Boxers

Sometimes, the perfect life just finds you, bruh.

I used to be a pretty normal guy. Wait, scratch that, I was a total fuckin’ nerd. I spent all my time playin’ video games and readin’ fantasy books and shit. I was getting a degree in computer science, so I spent all my time alone, coding shitty apps and nerding out on Reddit.

I had, like, no sex life, lmao. I was a weedy little Indian geek, bro, you know the type, right? I had negative game. Every weekend, I’d spend all night playing WoW or whatever, then go to bed and fantasise about how many bros I’d get once I was, like, CEO of a multibillion dollar startup.

I guess the universe looked at me one day and said, “Why wait, bro?”

I got back to my dorm one night and these, like, gross boxers were sitting right on my floor. I remember I thought they were totally lame, because they had the Sriracha logo all over them. “Who wears those but nasty frat boys?” I thought to myself. Huhuhu, little did the old me know.

Anyway, these boxers were totally messing up the vibes of my dorm. I used to be such a neat freak, bro. A place for everything, and everything in its place. A smelly, used pair of boxers made my skin crawl. So, obvi, I went to pick them up with two of my slim little fingers and toss them in the trash. I figured it was some kind of gross prank on me.

Once I’d picked ‘em up, I could see exactly how dirty those boxers were. The legs were stiff with layers of musky sweat, the smell wafting off them strong enough to make my eyes water. There were a couple of grease stains on them, like some dude had eaten dinner in just his undies. The crotch was crusty, too. Someone, maybe multiple someones, had cum in these boxers.

I remember wondering why the thought got me hard.

Rather than taking the Sriracha boxers to the trash like I’d planned, I found myself giving them a second sniff, and then a third. Goddamn, they were fuckin’ gross, bro. I thought it was just my disgust making me smell them over and over again. Like I was trying to figure out exactly what had gotten on them.

Before long, I was palming my lil cock through my slacks, holding the boxers close to my face with my other hand. It was, like, a total head rush every time I took another sniff. Like I could feel my brain blanking out as I took more and more of the musky stench into me. Not that I knew that was what was actually happening, huhuhu.

When I stripped off my pants and undies to jerk off better, I suddenly had an awesome idea. I could, like, wear the Sriracha boxers and jerk off in them. My brain was already at least halfway transformed by then, lol. I was definitely no nerd at that point. The idea of wearing another guy’s musky boxers got me so fuckin’ turned on.

I pulled the boxers up my skinny brown legs. They hung on my hip bones, barely able to stay on. I laid down on my bed and felt my rock hard cock through the crusty fabric. It was like I could feel the cum and sweat of everyone who’d ever worn that underwear seeping into my skin as I massaged drops of precum out of my balls.

As I writhed on my sheets, lost in pleasure, my skinny Indian body started to change. It started with my feet, which cracked and stretched as they grew big and thick. They started to sweat, a funky foot musk joining the renewed stench of the Sriracha boxers, which were getting super wet with my precum. It was like the brown leached out of my skin with my musky foot sweat, too, as my big feet got all pale.

The change continued up my bare calves, which got super hairy as the muscles flexed and swelled. My legs lengthened as huge quads and hammies swelled up under my whitening skin. God, said my musk-addled mind, I love leg day. I started to flex and wiggle my bulky thighs, feeling the muscles stimulate my growing prostate.

I let out a high pitched little bitchboy moan as my ass inflated with juicy muscle and fat, but I knew that my voice wouldn’t sound like that for much longer. I’d totally embraced the transformation as my cock and balls filled out the pouch of the boxers. They were no longer, like, loose and shit. My fat ass and big bro cock were stretching the sweaty fabric to its limits, bro!

My chest followed, going from slim to bulky so fast that all the buttons on my nerd shirt hit the ceiling. Sweat instantly started to roll off my furry new pecs, and I ran my soft little hand up and down my thick, firm belly and flexed the solid abs I knew were underneath the fat. More than the boxers and the smell, my body was starting to turn me on, bruh. I was becoming, like, a total frat god.

The curly brown hair that grew in my armpits smelled sooooo good as sweat started to drip off it. I totally buried my little nerd face in my own pits and licked up my sweat as I watched my arms bulk up and get all pale and hairy. It was so hot flexing my bicep and watching it bulk up before my eyes, dude! I felt my hand grow as I tugged my big jock cock in the Sriracha boxers, thickening up and getting some hard-earned weightlifting calluses.

The last thing to change was my head. My moans got deeper, slower, and totally dumb-sounding as my neck thickened. A thick brown beard grew on my cheeks, framing my cheesy dumb smile perfectly. My nose cracked and grew into a big ol’ sniffer, even more sensitive than my old nose so I can really take in my bros’ musk.

My old black buzzcut grew out into a curly brown mane, totally greasy from all the sweat I soak it with when I work out, huhuhu. As my forehead got all pale and my eyes turned blue, I felt my cock go over the edge, and I came right into the Sriracha boxers. Pump after pump of musky frat bro cream, taking my old self with it to impregnate the boxers with even more fratty juice. As the room filled with the smell of my thick load, I totally passed out.

The next morning, I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I was in a big bed with musky, sweat-stained sheets, a bunch of stale, unwashed gym gear all over the floor. I was still wearing the Sriracha boxers, my cum caked into the stain along with all the other bros’, along with a cap that I turned backwards as I sat up. I pulled on a tank without too many sweat stains on it and went to explore.

Turned out I lived at the Mu Upsilon Sigma frat house now. The whole place smelled like a sweaty armpit, and it was full of musky bros who were more than happy for me to get all up in their smelly pits and cracks.

I wore the Sriracha boxers for a couple days. Honestly, I dunno how long, I usually only change my boxers like once a month, huhuhu. I worked out, jerked off, got drunk, got fucked, and jerked off some more, all while wearing those boxers. Then I left ‘em in some nerd’s dorm as a prank, huhu.

It was so hot to watch the lil Japanese guy get as zonked out on the musky boxers like I had, bro. We hid in his closet and watched while he jerked off and turned into another musky white frat boy like us, then carried him to the MYS house once he passed out.

It’s been a couple weeks since then, and MYS membership has only grown, bruh! Each bro wears the Sriracha boxers for a few days, adds his personal touch to the, like, seasoning, and then we pass ‘em on to another nerd and induct him into frat life! Maybe some night soon, you’ll see these bad boys in your dorm, huhuhu. Life's perfect in the frat, bro!

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slashersidewhore · 6 months

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Slashers! HC how you first meet them pt.2

Slashers x f!reader

Includes Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Art The Clown, Stu Macher

Warnings: mentions of murder/violence, some stalking/harassment (not by slashers), ill intentions, pre-relationships, reader is a bit self deprecating, shitty friends

Bubba Sawyer

Of course you’d been dragged on a girls trip, and of course the minute the engine blew in you were shoved from the back seat onto the side of the dusty, gravel road, laughed at and told, “go find a mechanic”

God forbid your so called friends, which now you were rethinking the decision to even be here and with them, chose somewhere to travel where there was actual cell service

So here you now were, standing on an old porch that you weren’t even sure was properly attached to the house barely kept upright and covered in chipped paint

“Hello?”

A few more knocks on the creaky front door echoed out before your patience ran out, turning the handle and finding it to be unlocked

“Uh, hello? If I’m breaking and entering just let me know but this place seems abandoned”

You cupped your mouth and spoke, just to cover all your bases in case you were actually entering someone’s home, although the cobwebbed walls and moth bitten carpet spoke otherwise

“This isn’t creepy at all…”

Wandering aimlessly through the houses threshold, you searched for something that you help back on the road where all your friends were waiting

Or maybe you were just hoping this would buy you time before you had to walk 4 miles back to tell them you came up with nothing, no mechanic, no help

Your eyes glanced across the room, taking in all the items scattered about, some miscellaneous and some meticulously placed

Then your curious gaze landed on an ash tray sitting beside a moldy plate of what looked like some kind of meat

Although the fluffy possibly-poultry wasn’t what alarmed you, the smoke filtering from the end of a half smoked cigarette resting on it did

“Boys, we’ve got a fresh one”

A deep voice hollered, a rough palmed and smelly hand slapping over your mouth to muffle the hale scream that had popped from your lungs due to shock

Before you could even think to fight against the obviously strong body pinned to yours, you were being dragged towards an open basement door and thrown down the narrow, wooden staircase like a rag doll

“Take care of er’ will ya?”

The voice of your captor yelled down from the top step, slamming the door behind himself and surely locking it in the process

Disoriented and nurses a now slight headache, you mustered the energy to prop yourself up, hazy eyes bouncing about the room before they landed on what could only be described as a large, terrifying figure standing a few yards away

He wore a stained and tattered apron, brown stains you were hoping were dirt and not dried old blood

One hand gripped a cleaver, whatever he was chopping up before you entered the basement sat mutilated on a work bench, the stench of iron heavy in the air

Despite all that, the man seemed frozen, staring back at you through the eye holes in a poorly sew together mask

“I didn’t even wanna be here,”

You started before you I could stop yourself

“My so called friends dragged me out of my room a few days ago for a last minute road trip, and of course when one of them decided to bring their fuck ass car without checking it out first, it literally gave up on itself and then I get sent out to look for help but guess what! We’re in the middle of nowhere so I found this house and well it’s your house so that’s just my luck”

The man only blinked, body language clearly taken aback that you weren’t screaming bloody murder

“Just, if you’re gonna kill me, can you at least knock me out first so it doesn’t hurt?”

A loud knock at the door startled the two of you, followed by the man from earlier noisily coming down the stairs

“Why haven’t you taken care of er’ yet bubba?”

The man didn’t yell but he definitely sounded upset by this turn of events

The other man, who you now knew was called Bubba, shuffled awkwardly in his spot, rubbing the back of his head before robotically motioning to you, still sat on the floor

“You like er’ huh?

You watched the exchange quietly, although unable to contain the confusion set on you’d features

“Fine, but she’s yours to deal with, you remember what happened last time we took in a stray”

At that you pointedly turned around, staring up at the man that regarded you in terms like you were a dog

“Well I’m not a stray, technically you kidnapped me-“

Bo Sinclair

You weren’t entirely sure how you ended up in this seemingly abandoned town, one minute you were checking the map for your exit and then you missed it

Now you were here, coming to a stop as you realized you needed gas and weren’t anywhere near the hotel you had booked for the night

You definitely weren’t getting the rooms deposit back

Pulling into an empty parking lot, you pulled your phone from the passenger seat only to come up dry when the cell service was next to nothing

Then, before you could warn your heart not to jump out of your chest, a knock on your side window pulled a startled yelp from your throat

A man, not too old but not young either, stood on the other side of the car door, neutral expression morphing into a cheesy smile when your gaze met his and exchanged a few seconds of awkward, panicked staring

Brows raising in realization that the stranger, while sketchy and probably holstering a gun, could maybe help you figure out where you were and where to go

Opening the creaking door to your vehicle you pocketed your pepper spray just in case before hoping out of your seat and into the chilly night air

“You lost?”

“No, I intentionally ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere”

The man chuckled, albeit seeming taken aback by the brash sarcasm about your current situation

“Well good thing you ran into me, little lady”

The man who still carried about like this predicament was the most normal in the world smiled wider when your face pinched up in confusion, placing an open palm out to you

“I’m Bo, and you are, darlin?”

“Someone who knows not to shake hands with a complete stranger”

“Feisty”

“Oh, I’m getting there”

Despite the night breeze tickling the hairs on the back of your neck, you couldn’t help but enjoy the slight banter you were getting into

Although probably dangerous and wildly crazy to be out so late just walking around, this Bo character as charming, and something about his stare was growing increasingly comforting

“You know people don’t usually show up here, especially at night, all alone”

“But do they at least have gas in their tank? Because that’s already one up on me”

Bo threw his head back, whipping his hat off to push back the hair that fell towards his forehead in the fit of deep chuckles

“I’m normally not too inclined towards outsiders, but if you’d like a room for the night, I’d be happy to oblige little lady”

Art the clown

You strode through an alleyway, hands in your jacket pockets as you made your way back home

It was just your luck that the last night plans your friends picked for Halloween happened to be a party at the house of a guy you don’t even know

Especially your luck when only 20 minutes in you were all already abandoned, you’d ride gone and with it your phone charger

Thus, you nursed a bruised ego in a pirate costume, clutching your phone with one hand even though the battery was lost past dead

“Hey you!”

A distinctly male baritone called out from behind, you sped up not bothering to turn and face whatever stranger wanted a late night chat in the middle of an empty, dark alley

“Well that’s not very nice!”

The man responded to himself, deep chuckle furrowing worry lines between your brows

Just your luck, just your damn luck

Turning the corner to what could be described as more favorable to due the abundance of street lights and open space, the lack of people still has your nerves on overdrive

That was until you nearly ran smack into a body around the corner

Although expecting a gasp in surprise or shout in anger, all you received was a shocked expression, one such as a mime would use

Whoever this man was, was clearly wearing a very intricate costume, clown makeup done to the 9’s and a fully tailored suit to match, with a hefty, tan bag slung over one shoulder

All of your courage of wanting to leave this awful situation, and fear of what would happen if you didn’t took hold, before you knew it you were panicked and leaning forward, watching with just as much curiosity as the clown eyed you

“Listen you don’t know me, but there’s this guy following me and if you could just pretend to be, I don’t know, a friend, I would appreciate it”

The clown seemed to understand immediately, bright grin tossed on his features as the stranger that had previously had your full attention came to a stuttering halt

“Lady, I was talking to you back there”

“Oh! Sorry I just was meeting with someone and well, here they are!”

You laughed nervously, awkwardly leaning into the clown and patting at his shoulder, gazing at the stranger, you saw a look of terror cross his face right as he stumbled back a bit

“Yeah, got it”

And then he was high tailing it back the way he came

Glancing back at the costumed man you stood alone with, you caught how his face held a look of something utterly terrifying before he caught your eye, cheesy grin returning

“Thanks..”

You questioned for his name, grinning softly at the way realization of your ask spread across his face

Hand motions went left and up, down and right, then he paused, pulling the bag from his shoulder to rummage through it, pulling out what could only be described as junk, metal and rusty and junk none the less

Although the way he motioned to the item, placed it in your open palms and played a scene before you, you took to guessing

“Metal?”

“Sculpture…?”

He moved his fingers like a painter would stroke a canvas

“Art?”

That single word had the clown clapping his hands, tucking his body with a faux bow like you’d discovered something only a genius could

Laughing something genuine for the first time that night, you pondered if you should just take your chances and leave for home, or stick around a bit more with this concerning but most definitely interesting person

“So.. what else do you have in that bag?”

Stu Macher

Being the new student in a town where everyone already had friends, or at least those they only socialized with, was difficult

You’d only been here a week or so and you already wanted to move again, alas, that wasn’t exactly up to you

All you could do was hold your head high, and suck up the annoying situation you’d been tossed into

Now, a new school was bad enough, imagine your surprise would you found out there had recently been a string of grisly murders, unsolved and rampaging

Which is why you’d been an outcast since you’d appeared, like they all assumed it must be you, the murders starting, you arriving, it all was too much of a coincidence, despite the fact that it was

“Look at her, I’m telling you that girl gives off crazy”

Off handed comments like those weren’t unusual, yet today, after switching to a new class because of this exact issue, you’d had enough

“I bet she’s the killer”

“Oh yeah? And what’s your evidence?”

The girl gossiping with her friend abruptly stopped her ‘private’ conversation when she heard your quip

“Excuse me?”

You stood, in fact you stood so fast it made the chair screech across the floor, catching the attention of the rest of class

Luckily the teacher had stepped out and you could finally say what you needed without worry of authority looming over

“You know, if I’m supposedly killing students, like you say I am, why so proudly speak about it around me?”

You strode up to her desk, arms crossed with a look of disdain

She seemed taken aback, lips moving like a fish and head bobbing as she glanced between you and her friend

“Well, I-“

“If you really think I’m doing all this, why would you piss me off?”

The girl was at a loss, face paling as you simply said what you needed, before turning and grabbing your bag right as the bell went off, students funneling out behind you

Opening your locker, you startled when a body came crashing into the locker beside yours, arms crossed and looking at you with squinted eyes yet a wide grin

“So you’re the new girl?”

He wasn’t half bad looking, in fact, you found yourself heating up the longer he gazed down at you

He had this odd air about him, like someone holding too many secrets and hiding them far too out in the open, something that only seemed to allure you further

“And a murderer, haven’t you heard?”

You joked, taking out your next classes books before shutting the locker, the look on this guys face was utter curiosity, something you hadn’t received yet while being here

“Of course, just let me know what days you spree so I can avoid staying in”

Not gonna lie to y’all, I was so focused on getting this posted I haven’t spell checked or done a once over, there will and most likely are errors!

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bettysupremacy · 8 months

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Hi bestie <3 okay so I’m literally obsessed with your work and I was wondering if you could do a Jamie potter x reader where James comes back from quidditch (or rugby whatever you want jkebaksn) and he’s all sleepy and stuff but he didn’t shower before coming upstairs. Then reader is just like doing homework on his bed and won’t cuddle him bc he smells like sweat and he’s all pouty and enbwjsbe. Ofc no pressure if this doesn’t inspire you but fr love you 🫶

I need you to start sending me requests more more more bestie cause I literally loved this. He’s so sweet I miss him.

When James has to go to practice, it’s the second worst thing he fears he’ll ever have to do in this relationship.

Right below traveling.

It’s not that he’s obsessed, he just misses you. Misses you so wildly he fumbles the ball sometimes thinking about it. That’s normal.

And it’s normal to skip showers to see you quicker. Well, maybe you wouldn’t agree.

When he comes home, he’s sweaty. It glistens above his brow, gleaming in the low light of your lamp.

“You run a marathon?” You tease, shuffling under his blanket.

He smiles, rugby bag dropping to the floor with a clatter. “No,” He smiles, peeling his clothes off. His words are broken up between pants. “Elevator is broken again though. Had to help Patty with her groceries.”

His clothes don’t make it to the bin. Throwing them in the general direction suffices.

“That was sweet.” You murmur as he climbs over you, pulling a book off your chest, surprised by a teddy under it. “Hi.”

“Hi.” he smiles.

You push his hair back, grimacing at the dampness of it. “Missed you.”

He ignores this, nuzzling down into you, face smooshed into the skin of your naval. “Missed you more.” He feels the vibrations when you giggle.

“Y’tickling me, stop.”

Grumbling, he smiles when you pull him up by his hair. “Yes, lovely?”

“You’re smelly.”

His mouth drops, bewildered at your blunt affront. “You’re supposed to think I never smell bad.”

“I think you smell like sweat,” You drop his hair. “and you feel like it too. Do they not provide showers there?”

He climbs up your body, dropping chest to chest. Limply, you feel his rough hands slide under your neck as he mouths under your ear, and nips at your jawline. “They do, but I missed you.”

Your blinking stutters. He’s sweet on you, so sweet on you, it’s not your fault for wrapping your arms around his strong back. “I wish you missed the showers more.” You gasp.

“Never.” He smiles down at you.

“I’m gonna need you to get in the shower if you want to continue this.”

His face scrunches up, whining loudly into your neck as he drops into you. “But I’m tired.”

“Not too tired to give me a hickey.”

“Never too tired for you, honey.” He cheeks, muffled by your neck. Your shoulder comes up, tickled, but he holds you down, kissing there harshly.

“Is it bad?” You murmur.

He pops up, inspecting your neck seriously. “Dark purple already.” He grimaces.

You push your palm into the side of his head, giggling wildly. “Shut up, Jamie, get in the shower.”

He turns to your stuffed animal in complete offense. “You see how she treats me?”

“Oh my god.”

“Bet she doesn’t treat you like that, does she?”

“Go!” You manage out. “You smell like field!”

He pushes off the bed, shaking his head. “Field, lovely?”

“Field.” You nod grimacing.

“Okay,” He shrugs, off towards the bathroom. “I’ll go shower.”

“Thank you.” You smile, hugging the bear to your chest. “Wait,”

He turns, ears practically perked like a excited puppy. “Yes?”

“Can I get a kiss first?”

“You know it.” He bounces over pressing one, two, three warm kisses to your mouth. The fourth lands at the corner, skewed from the other three.

“Don’t miss me too much.” You murmur.

“Get me in 5 minutes if I’m not out,” He groans, pushing off the bed. “I might’ve passed out.”

“Be quiet, stupid.” You grab his pillow, throwing it at him softly. “That shower better be more than 5 minutes.”

The bathroom door clicks shut quickly. “Teddy doesn’t get this treatment!” He cries.

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dreamauri · 7 months

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┇𝗠𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 - part one ┇୧ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ :🪴: ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ୨୧ ╮ ┇arranged marriage does not always hold ┇the outcome you expect !! ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊ ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( max vertsappen x wife! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( angst / romance ) ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠song — ( link ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠word count — ( 709 ) ╰ 🌿 :: ⁠ content warning — ( X )

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Why were you so shaky? The paint is going to splatter on your clothes. Stop it. You like this shirt. Stop shaking. You should be happy, Y/N. Be happy.

Blink. It's too blurry, blink! Was your vision always so blurry like this?

Yes.

No it's not. Are you crying? You are, aren't you.

"I'm crying?" You're voice was hoarse and quiet. The whole apartment was quiet and your voice was the first one you've heard in a while.

You'd arrived early in the morning only to be greeted by an empty apartment and silence. Your suitcase was the only noise you could hear as you dragged it to the apartment along with it dropping on the floor once you found the spare key and entered.

Your morning was spent deep cleaning and tidying the foreign flat. The dishes were dusty and the carpet had practically gone trough a hurricane. The only pleasure you had taken is unpacking your clothes ( the only items you could bring along ) and finding a fresh canvas waiting for you outside in the balcony.

You thought maybe taking a small painting session would calm your nerves and cool you down. But it didn't. It didn't at all. All it had done was help all the recent events skin in and settle. This would be your new life now.

Streams of hot tears ran down your eyes damping your cheeks. And while some tears ran downpour neck other dripped from your chin onto the colour palette you held in your hand.

With shaky breaths, the paint brush was set down and your palms were quick to rub dry your eyes and tears.

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"I'm . . . Back." Max sighed as he was greeted with silence. He entered the apartment. It would be pushing it if he expected you to welcome him with a smile and a kiss.

Especially after that small wedding. And especially after being to busy to plan and go on a honeymoon. And especially after not coming to pick you up from the airport when he instead chose to go play a game of paddle with his friends.

Only when he saw you painting in the balcony did he feel guilt swell in his chest. He'd treated you like a package didn't he? Ordered you. But even packages you wait for and greet at the door.

This package had to let herself in, and she had apparently seen the chaotic state of the household and took matters into her own hands. Max now knew that he didn't make the best choices. Maybe he shouldn't greet you all smelly and exhausted. Not the best way to greet your new wife.

Oh but what a wife. Max thought dreamily, the cool water from the shower adjusting the temperature of his body. Your skin and body, a blessing from heaven. Your eyes, beautiful big diamonds. Your hair, golden silk.

A true prize you were. He's always wanted to keep you in his pocket ever since he saw you for the first time in high-school back in the day. And although he was a whole two years younger than you with him in year 9 and you in 11, he couldn't help himself.

"There you are." Max smiled as he finally found you, his hand finding your bicep and stopping you in your track. "Hey." The greeting was gentle and whispered in your ear, his arm finding your waist and pulling you in a kiss.

"Hi." You whispered just as quietly, looking down to avoid his eyes. You always thought they were too blue and big for his head. People with blue eyes always creeped you out.

"I missed you." "You did?" "Of course I did." Max chuckled , pressing another kiss to your lips. "I see you found my gift." He gestured to the window where the canvas sat drying. "I was going to make you something to eat. I didn't know when you were coming. I didn't hear you come in." "That's fine. I was thinking we can go eat . . . out i mean. eat out . . . You want to eat out?" "—Yeah yeah, I can eat out." You nodded quickly, the awkwardness was growing quickly.

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gatorlovebot · 7 months

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cw: scent kink (sfw)

price had finally gotten back home after nearly two months away. his flight back home had been delayed by hours and hours and you begrudgingly agreed to go to sleep instead of continuing to wait up for him. it was mostly selfish of him, giddy on the drive home from the airport to be welcomed home by your languid, sleeping form.

you had left the bedside lamp on, illuminating the soft dips and curves of your body underneath the comforter. he drops his duffle bag by the bedroom door and makes his way over to your bedside. your hair is a mess and your letting out little snores that you'll deny in the morning.

he barely tear his eyes off of your face, until he notices you holding something to your chest, real tight. it was a piece of fabric, white and discolored in some areas. it definitely wasn't one of your stuffed animals. he reached for the little bundle in your arms and realized that it was one his old under shirts.

he marvels at you. curled up with one of his old shirts, nose tucked into the soft fabric. just a testament of how much you missed him these past weeks. but then he notices the color of the collar, tinged yellow and stretched out. one of his old workouts shirts.

his quirks one of his brows at the discovery, at the way you have your nose buried in his sweaty and smelly shirt. you always found ways to surprise him. you tried to gently pull it out of your grasp. you make a soft, confused sound in the back your throat, reaching for the shirt in your half awake state. you blink your eyes slowly, adjusting to the light and your face relaxing at the sight of him. john, you mumble.

hi, little dove. he presses the words into your skin, kissing your cheek. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him to lie on top of you.

you nuzzle into his neck, reveling in the feeling of his scratchy beard against your skin, in his musky scent. you sigh, bear. you're on the verge of sleep again, eyelids heavy and body and mind so relaxed knowing that he was finally home. you blink your bleary eyes open at his deep chuckle. you watch him pull the shirt from between your bodies, holding it up for you to see.

i was going to shower before joining you in bed, but maybe you'd rather me not.

you roll your eyes at his cocky smirk, simply just pulling him back to you, take a satisfying inhale of his musky, sweaty neck.

#gator.writing #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #john price imagine #captain price x reader #captain john price

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mangowafflesss · 9 months

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Wrong Room | Gaz x F!Reader

Paring: Uni!Gaz x F!Reader

Summary: After fleeing a party you seek solace in an empty bedroom which turns out to not be empty... {FLUFF}

WC: 1,887

Part 2

Rushing inside, you shut the door quickly behind you and let out a deep breath and close your eyes as you rest your head against the door. The loud music coming from outside makes your head pound and you want nothing more than to go home, but sadly you can’t without your roommate.

Opening your eyes you’re immediately met with the concerned look of Kyle Garrick, who is sitting at his desk playing a video game - which is currently paused due to your intrusion.

“What are you doing in here?” His headset was slightly askew on his head and you just blink at him, did you really just walk into the wrong room?

“Hi. Um- I’m sorry I got the wrong room” you turn to exit the room but fumble with the doorknob and it falls off in your hand. “Wait-” his words were too late as the damage had already been done.

Turning back around with the brown sphere in hand, you give him a wonky smile and blush with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry…” he stands from his chair, which rolls back against his bed and walks over to you.

“Yeah, it uh needs to be fixed and if the pin has fallen then well… we’re stuck” he gets onto his knees and checks the door and as he tries to put the knob back on. It falls again.

Gulping he looks up at you and he could see the tears forming in your eyes already. “Hey hey, it’ll be okay we just need to get someone to open it on the other side” he shrugs his shoulders and your eyes glance over to the door where loud music is still blasting.

Reaching down to your bag you realise you left it in the other room, the one you were supposed to go into originally. “Shit, do you have your phone?” You ask and watch as he reaches over his bed to grab it. Unlocking it and passing it to you, your fingers fly over the screen trying to find Johnny’s number “C’mon Soap answer please” you tap your foot on the ground and when he doesn’t answer you roll your eyes and sigh.

“Why does Soap never answer his phone” you groan and look through his contacts for anyone else you knew was out there, but sadly he doesn’t have many.

“Well your first mistake is ringing him in an emergency and I also don’t have your roommates number so I think we’re stuck” realisation sinks in as you hear him say he doesn’t have Farah’s number, you’re going to be trapped with Kyle in his smelly bedroom. Rushing over to the door you bang your fists against it hoping someone would hear you over the music.

“No one will hear you” he was sat back down at his desk and you eventually drop your arms by your side. Sulking, you drop on the edge of his bed and sit there with your head in your hands. “I didn’t even want to be here in the first place” you mumble to yourself but Kyle heard what you said.

“Then why come? No offence but if I didn’t want to do anything I wouldn’t do it”

“Is that why you trapped yourself in here all night” you removed your hands from your face and pointed to his computer monitor.

“Exactly! I didn’t feel like doing anything and this is Soaps party so why not hide in my room, also if I’m in here no one will have sex in my bed” he seemed really proud of that fact and you smiled at him. Maybe you could at least enjoy your night in here away from everyone. Even if you don’t really know Kyle that well.

All you knew was, he is Soaps roommate and also was doing the same degree as him. You’ve only ever spoken to him a handful of times and it was either hello or goodbye. Perhaps it was a good time to get to know him better, seeing as he’s technically a friend.

“What are you playing?” You question as you watch the screen flicker and light up the room as he… shoots people?

Standing from the bed, you stand beside him and rest an arm at the top of his chair. He could smell your perfume waft towards him which makes him lose focus and die. “Oh damn, was that my fault?” You place a hand on your chest and play with your necklace.

“No don’t worry about it, do you want to sit down?” You look around the room for another chair but frown when you don’t see one. When you felt him tap you on the arm you look at where he was now stood and furrow your brows. He points to his chair and you make an ‘o’ shape with your mouth. “I can’t break your door handle and steal your chair” you say shaking your head and he grabs a wooden crate and stands it on the side.

“I’m alright here, you sit there” he pushes the chair towards you and you hesitantly sit down. It was super warm from his body heat and you find yourself snuggling into it. As you were too busy getting comfy you flinch when you feel something touch your ears, looking up you see Kyle smiling down at you with another headset in his hands. Grabbing it from his hands you put it on and listen to the sounds of the game filter through your ears.

You occasionally looked over at where he sat and watched how he bites his lip when he’s concentrating. You couldn’t believe you were saying this but maybe it was also the little alcohol you had in your system making your brain a little fuzzy. As you stared at him you thought he looked quite… pretty. Ethereal. The way the screen lit up his face made it stand out the best parts of him, including the scar on his face you just want to reach out and touch.

When he caught you staring he slid off his headphones and you did the same. “Are you okay?” Nodding your head you let out a yawn and give him a small smile. “You can lay down if you want” he points at his bed and you start to giggle to yourself.

“You want me in your bed Kyle?” You tease and watch as he becomes flustered and start to play with the drawstrings of his hoodie. “I’m just kidding, I know you’re not like that” you give him another friendly, genuine smile and stretch your back.

Kyle looks you up and down and notices the probably uncomfortable dress you were wearing, his gaze lingers slightly but he shakes his thoughts away and stands up, walking over to his dresser.

Opening the broken drawer you let out another giggle and he looks over his shoulder at you “Is anything in your room not broken?”

“Probably just my bed” he huffs a laugh.

He pulls out something with a triumphant sound and you tilt your head trying to see what he’s got. He holds out a dark grey T-shirt and you look at him confused.

“So you can sleep, I’m sure that dress isn’t comfy to sleep in”

“Hmm I don’t know, it’s pretty comfy when blackout drunk on the bathroom floor” you smile ear to ear and take it from him. Looking around his room you make a clicking sound with your mouth when you figure out where to get changed.

“Could you… turn around” you ask and see his eyes avert from your body and he turned so fast.

“You know, I’ll probably not sleep with that music still playing”

“You don’t have to sleep, maybe we could watch something, if you like”

There was a still silence through the room as you got changed, Kyle stared at the wall twirling his thumb around the other waiting for you to finish.

“Umm do you have any pants I could wear, this shirts a bit short”

“Shorter than that dress?”

“Obviously! Unless this was your intention all along Kyle Garrick” your tone was playful and you could see his back tense up and freeze.

How could someone be so attractive from behind?

You see him move over to the drawers and dig through his things “I threw some stuff out so how about a pair of boxers?” He holds them up for you to see over his shoulder.

“Sure, I guess they’ll do. Don’t want you staring at my ass” you whisper the last part into his ear as you take the briefs out of his hands.

“Okay, I’m done!” you shout to him and go over to his bed. Pushing back the covers you climb inside and fluff the one pillow that’s on your side.

Kyle watched you get yourself comfy and broke out of his trance and grabbed his laptop. He throws it onto the bed and then takes his hoodie off, you see the small slither of his stomach as his shirt rolled up and avert your eyes.

He slides into the bed beside you and bumps his shoulder against yours. Ignoring it, he grabs the laptop and opens it. “So… what do you wanna watch?” he asks while tapping in his password.

“Whatever, I’m not picky” you slide down so you're on your back and watch his movements as he finds something for you both to watch.

Once you’re both settled and watching the movie, you both speak lightly and eventually you both forget about it.

“I can’t believe he would flood an entire house with bubbles!” you were grabbing your stomach as you laughed, the image of the incident fresh in your mind.

“Yeah at least he got an annoying nickname out of it”

“Mm, you know what Kyle. I’m glad I came in here tonight, you’ve been the best company I’ve had for a while” you smile as you mean every word.

“Well, I didn't have a choice. Someone broke my doorknob” he gave you an accusative look and you frown and push him away “Don’t blame me! You just said its been broken since you moved in”

“And you beat me up in my own bed” he tuts while shaking his head and holds his arm where you pushed him feigning pain.

Yawning once more you realised you’ve become more tired. Laying down with your head against the pillow you turn your head and see him do the same.

“Do we need a pillow wall or can I trust you Garrick” you smirk and watch as he turns the other way.

“I don’t know, can I trust you?” his voice was muffled but you just laughed and turned off the lamp next to his bed.

Several Hours Later

“Oi Kyle, I’m so sorry dude I lost my phone-” Soap burst through the door and stops as he sees the sight before him.

“Farah! Come see this” he whispers and the brunette comes in and gasps.

“They look so cute!”

You were cuddled up against Kyles chest as he has his arms wrapped around you. Both of you looked at peace and slowly both of them walk out of the room and close the door - making you both stay in there for longer.

#gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #gaz mw2 #kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick x you #gaz x you #gaz x female reader #Kyle Garrick x female reader #gaz call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii #call of duty mw2 #call of duty

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olsenmyolsen · 4 months

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This Is Me Trying - One - (A Y/N Parker Spider-Woman X Kate Bishop Story)

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Summary: The Winter semester is challenging as you fall behind on exams and essays all while an old threat emerges.

Word Count: 3.3K

Content: College stress, cutie Kate Bishop

You, Y/N Parker, loved Christmas time.

You loved how it changed the city from a smelly concrete jungle into a smelly concrete jungle but with snow!

Lights went up with trees covered in decorations. Lattes got better, and so did the cookies.

The air got colder, and sometimes the people got warmer. Whether it was buying things for strangers or for a lifelong friend. Random acts of kindness increased, but on the flip side, so did the rate of crime.

Plus, swinging in the cold was awful, but with some insulation in the suit, it helped.

All of this to say you still loved this time of the year.

"You know, since you love it so much, how about you let me go? You know, like you said, kindness of strangers and all that!"

You looked at the guy webbed to a pole who just mugged a woman coming home from work and tilted your head.

"You know what you're right. Tis the season!" The man nodded as you took a few steps closer. "However, on second thought!" The man's eyes widened before you webbed his mouth shut.

"Marv, how many times are we gonna do this, buddy?" You patted the man's head as the sirens were approaching.

"Happy Holidays!" You yelled as you swung up to the nearby rooftop, looking for the woman whose purse was in your hand.

As you stay perched on the corner, your phone starts to ring. It was Peter—your best friend and brother. You debated whether to answer it or not, but eventually, you gave in and pressed the side of your mask.

"Hey man, what's up?"

"Not much... I know it's late, but I- I was just wondering if you started on Dr. Ohnn's paper yet? I'm completely lost. H-He knows we're sophomores, right?!"

You chuckled and sighed.

You haven't started on the paper yet.

"Sorry, Pete. I've been busy..." You heard Peter let out a disappointed sigh.

"Y/N... you're out, aren't you?" You felt bad. For the last couple of weeks, Peters has been asking you to take it easy with your after-school duties due to the number of exams these previous few weeks have had and, as mentioned before, the crime rate, but you haven't. If anything, you tacked on more. "Y/N, you know how dangerous I still think this is."

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, Peter, I know, but-" Before you could finish, you saw a person jump from one rooftop to another two blocks down from you. "Hey Pete, I gotta go..."

"Wait Y/N... Y/N!"

The line went dead as you tapped the side of your mask and took off, swinging purse in hand to the stranger on the rooftop.

As you front-flipped from your webbed, you laughed. "Well, if it isn't the purple bird!" You said when you got up from your landing pose, scaring the crap out of the archer. He jumped and drew his bow on you before realizing who it was.

With an exaggerated groan, he withdrew his weapon.

"What do you want, Spider!?" He sounded annoyed. You put your hands over your heart. Purse still in hand. "Ouch! I just wanted to check up on the man who destroyed 30 Rock last year."

Clint Barton rolled his eyes.

"It was a tree and a skating rink. Get over it." You raised your hand and mocked the archer as you stepped onto the roof's ledge.

"Where's the youngster?" You asked switching topics. Clint raised an eyebrow. "What are you spying on me now?" You put your hands up. "As if! Just curious. Making conversation. It's not my fault you two happen to fall into my patrol area."

Clint looked at you. "Your patrol area?" You nodded. "It's called New York. Ever heard of it?" Clint rolled his eyes again. "You can be a pain in the ass sometimes, you know that."

"I've been told."

"By friends?" You laughed. "No by enemies. Wait..? Why did you hear something?"

Clint cracked a smile. "Maybe." He hadn't, but he enjoyed this back-and-forth you two played. Like his protege, it was nice to have someone around who reminded him of the heroes of the past. People that brought hope for the future.

"So is that purse yours or?" Clint looked up from his binoculars at you. "No. It's not my color." When Clint didn't laugh, you continued. "Lady got mugged, and I don't know where to find her."

Clint looked from the purse to you and did it two more times. "What?" You asked when no words were spoken. Clint huffed. "You have her purse. It probably has her ID." You tilted your head before your eyes got wide. "Oh! Her address!"

Clint nodded yes and grumbled about you before looking into his binoculars again.

"Thanks, bird man!" You said as you looked at the address. It wasn't far. "Same time tomorrow?" You asked as you twhiped away.

Clint sent you a thumbs-up even though he wasn't paying attention. But you didn't know that. You saw a thumbs up and smiled.

You were getting through to the old man.

As you twhiped to the woman's place to return her purse, a bright-eyed Kate Bishop saw you.

"It's the Spider!" She very awkwardly whispered to no one else before running to the building; she had no idea you had just left from.

And when she got to the top: "Clint!" She shouted, making the archer jump before realizing who it was. "What!?" He said, looking at her as she smiled with excitement. "The spider! I just saw her!" He nodded like a dad would. "And?" He said. "And! And! And isn't that cool!" Clint shrugged. "I guess. She was here. She actually asked about you." Clint held in a smile.

It was a not-so-secret that Kate had a slight crush/admiration for the web-slinging hero.

"And!?" Kate took the binoculars from Clint and awaited his answer. "And... that was it. Nothing else. She joked around. I rolled my eyes. That was it."

Kate was going to press for my information, but Clint was useless when it came to details so mundane.

"Ugh. Fine. Here." Kate tried to hand the binoculars back, but Clint shook his head. "Look and tell me what you see." Kate looked through them and into the window of a known wheelman. "Tracksuits." She said, making Clint nod.

"See the guy with the awful chops?" Kate shifted her focus to a guy with bad facial hair. "Yeah."

"Look past him on the wall." Kate did just that and smiled. "I thought people only drew on blueprints in the movies?!"

"Our guys must watch a lot of movies," Clint said as he chuckled.

Kate put the binoculars down and looked at Clint. "After last year, do you still think Kingpin and these guys are connected? I mean..." Kate made a gesture that said, "really, these guys??" while pointing in the direction of the Tracksuits.

Clint shrugged. "I think it's best to believe they're connected than to not. Plus.. drugs and money still need to be run for guys like Kingpin. Any disposable person that's easy to pay is like Christmas to these guys."

Kate thought about it and nodded as she looked through the binoculars again. "Remember when we destroyed 30 rock."

Clint groans and closes his eyes. "It was a tree and an ice rink. Not the whole city!"

While Kate was busy trying to figure out what annoyed Clint and what Kingpin was planning next, you were busy climbing into your dorm through the window.

You tore your mask off as your feet landed on the floor. You ran your covered hand through your freshly shortened hair and took a deep breath before frowning. You sniffed the air before lifting your suit close to your nose. "Ah, man.."

The city really got to it tonight.

You tossed your mask into the hamper in your closet as you started wrangling out of your suit. You've been meaning to make adjustments to your suit since your arm muscle has only grown, but you hadn't, which left it a bit tight to get out of sometimes.

Lucky for you, you never had people drop by unannounced, so you could always take your time-

"Y/N is that you- OH MY GOD!"

You turned towards the voice of your brother as the top half of your suit fell, showing off you in your black sports bra and toned abdomen.

"Peter!" You yelled as he threw his hands over his eyes. "I didn't know. I'm sorry!" He shouted as he went to run out the door but hit your wall instead, causing him to fall to the floor, knocked out.

An hour later, as you moved your clothes from the wash to the dryer, Peter woke up. And after scolding him about not knocking, you and him got to work on Dr. Ohnn's paper.

But with your exhausted brain and body. Plus Peter's... mild concussion, you two didn't get far. So, just as you were about to suggest calling it for the night, your roommate came home.

Where she was or who she was with was always a mystery to you.

"Hey, losers!" Michelle-Jones, aka MJ, greeted you and Peter as she ran to grab the TV remote sitting on the table. She clicked it on and found the local news channel. "MJ, what are you-" She held up a finger and shushed your brother. "Look!" She pointed to the screen as a reporter was standing in front of a run-down apartment building that was on fire. "It's the fifth one this month!" MJ stated. "Everything thinks I'm crazy, but I know insurance fraud when I see it."

You and Peter weren't sure how to continue.

"Okay..." You started. "What's your point?" You questioned, hoping your roommate and friend was going somewhere with this. "Obviously, someone is doing something very illegal."

"Okay..." Peter said. "What can we do about it?"

"We can't do anything about it. But someone here can." MJ started motioning her head towards you, making you sigh. "MJ. I've told you multiple times. The pictures were a summer thing. I don't take their pictures anymore!" MJ rolled her eyes. Clearly not believing you. "Whatever you say..." She narrowed her eyes at you. "Spider!"

Before you could argue back, MJ got up and went to the fridge before taking a box of pizza to her room. "I'm gonna crash. Night."

"I brought that pizza..." Peter quietly said as you collapsed onto the couch. "You were gonna give it to her anyways." You turn your head to Peter. "Was not!" He defends, but you see through him. "You've had a crush on her for the last year, so please let's be honest here."

Peter closed his mouth and then said: "You're the one not being honest with her."

"Dude."

"Sorry," Peter mumbled. "It's just she's going to find out on her own if you don't tell her." He whispered. You nodded. "I know. I know. But you and I both know that the fewer people that know, the less I have to worry about. The less people get hurt."

Peter wore a sad smile on his face. "You're right. I.. I just hate lying to her."

You looked at Peter as he brought his knees close to his chest on the other end of the couch. "I'm sorry, Pete." He nodded. He knew it was easier for you to do this if the less people knew about your other life, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could lie to MJ.

The following morning, after Peter returned to his dorm, you woke up late.

Apparently, in your sleepy daze, you hit 730 into your calculator app and not your alarm clock application. On top of that, you forgot to charge your phone, so as you panicked to get ready for the day, you quickly put in the cable to charge.

You grabbed your closest pair of jeans and threw on your school sweater, all while grabbing the textbooks scattered on your desk.

You ran into the kitchen and grabbed your last pair of pop tarts before heading to the door and slipping on your vans. You zipped up your bag and bolted out the door.

However, you immediately reentered your dorm, ran into your room, snatching your glasses and phone, now on 16%.

The lecture hall was full by the time you entered. The booming of the door attracted the attention of everyone.

Your brother included. Your eyes found his, and he gave you a weak smile as you sat at the first seat you could find.

When you pulled out your textbook and looked up, you saw Dr. Connors sigh before he continued speaking. "As I was saying. Yes, just because the holidays are upon us doesn't mean we won't have our test on Friday. I want something fun to grade over the break, people." He gave an awkward chuckle that few students, including you, gave back. "Oh, and don't forget. Your papers on physics are still due by the end of the school year. If you've forgotten... well, there's a reason I'm tenured, and this class lasts all year." He smiled and proceeded to dismiss everybody.

Everybody but you.

"Y/N Parker. A moment."

You knew it was coming, but you kept your head up high. You look to Peter, and he nods. He'd see you after class.

"Dr. Connors, look, I'm sorry about being late-"

"Late?" He cut you off. "You missed the whole dang class." You sighed and adjusted the bag around your shoulder. "Look..." Dr. Connors started. "You're a bright student. I've seen it firsthand, but lately... it's like you're not even here. Your grades have been steadily declining. You always appear exhausted."

You nodded. "I'm trying. I wanna be here!"

"Then be here." He said before he sighed. "You still haven't told me what your physics paper is on."

You perked up at that. "I plan on doing it about fusion and Dr. Otto Octavius."

Dr. Connors sighs. "Well, planning is not a major at this university." He walks past you and goes to the giant board in the middle of the room. He then stops. "Octavius is a friend of mine. Better do your research, Parker." You nod. "I'd really hate to see you fail."

"I don't want to, sir." You say, making Connors look at you with a sad smile on his face. "I can pass along your information to Octavius. Whether he contacts you or not is up to him. After that..." He looks at you. "It's up to you, Parker."

When you exited the lecture hall, you found Peter talking to your mutual friend Ned. The closer you got, the more you saw Peter panic and tell Ned to "shut up."

"What's going on?" Peter shook his head as if nothing was wrong. You looked to Ned, who sheepishly looked away. "Ned." You drug his name out.

Ned took one look at you and broke. "I think I might know about the fires around the city!" He smiled and looked excited. It paid to have Ned be the guy in the chair.

You looked at Peter. "You didn't want him to tell me?" Peter sighed. "Y/N, you have so much going on already we don't need you." He gestures with his hand as if he was shooting a web. "Right now. Besides, you haven't even started on your essay, and you just got in trouble with Connors!"

Before you could defend your lack of action, you get interrupted.

"Hey guys!"

Immediately, your stress melted away as you looked down at Kate Bishop. Captain of the Archery Team. Your friend and study partner.

Oh, and your crush.

Katherine Elizabeth Bishop.

"Hey Kate!" You said a little too excitedly, something that everyone caught on to. Thankfully, they chose not to make a big deal out of it. "Hey, Y/N." She looked at you and smiled.

There goes the butterflies.

"So what are you three amigos talking about?" She bounced on her heels as she looked away from you and to the other two. "Oh, nothing!" Peter said. "I don't think you're allowed to say that?" Ned added with a confused face.

"Doesn't sound like nothing," Kate said, making Peter glance at you. "Sounds like Y/N is getting in trouble with Connors." She replied as she turned to you with a teasing smile. "Let me guess..." She made a thinking face. "Too busy studying for our History test?"

History test!! Oh crap, that is Friday!

"Okay, based on the look I just gained, you forgot." You nodded. Kate made a hmm noise but kept her head towards you as she thought.

"Shit," Ned spoke up. "Peter, we gotta go, or we'll be late!" Peter looked at his watch and came to the same conclusion. "Gotta go! See you, Y/N! Bye, Kate!" Peter and Ned took off running down the hall and out the doors before they sprinted across the courtyard.

"What class do they have?" Kate asked.

"Robotics."

"Sounds about right." She said. "We should probably get going." Kate smiled and gestured her head in the general direction of your History class with Kate. "Don't worry about the test," Kate said as you two walked side by side. "You always do just fine." You shrugged her compliment off.

Kate noticed. "But I was thinking if you want..." You looked at Kate and noticed her fingers interlocking with one another. "Maybe you could come to my dorm to study some more. Besides, I still need help on the laws and how they changed once the Sokovian Accords were ratified."

You and Kate had always hung out in mutual gatherings and settings. You two were good friends, but you had never been to her dorm.

On top of that. Alone.

You suddenly felt very warm and wary of your every move.

"That sounds great!" You managed to say. "When were you thinking?"

Kate thought. If it were up to her, you'd come over tonight, but Kate wasn't sure what her roommate Cassie was doing. Plus, she and Clint had a hot new lead to follow up on. "Ummm, is it cool if I text you?"

You nodded. "Sounds great." You smiled widely and pushed the door to your History class open. Letting Kate walk in first. You and Kate walked to your seats and sat beside one another.

"Shit." You heard Kate mumble when she opened her bag. "You okay?" You asked. "Uh yeah.." She bit her lip. A habit you noticed that she only got when she was embarrassed. "What's wrong?" You asked when you tore your eyes away from her chewed-on pink lips.

Kate sighed when her lips parted. "I forgot my textbook. I thought I packed after Clint- Clint-on Clinton and I got back from Archery, but I guess I didn't." Kate didn't look your way.

She was now warm and aware of every move she made.

"Hey, I surprisingly remembered mine." You pulled yours out. "We can share." You moved it in between the two of you. "Really?" She charmingly lifted her eyebrows. "Really." You said.

Kate let out a little cheer and wrapped an arm around you. "You're a lifesaver!"

If only she knew.

Kate didn't remove her arm from around you as quick as she usually would have; instead, you could feel her hand slide up your muscles to your shoulder.

Kate had been noticing your muscle growth as of late but didn't know where it came from...

Eventually, Kate removed her touch from you.

Yet you still felt her.

"It's no big deal." You said about sharing the textbook. But you and Kate both knew that based on your actions recently, you remembering to bring your book or not falling asleep in class was a miracle.

This was Kate's first time forgetting a book, and she could sense Clint's disappointed sigh.

Kate smiled as she watched your fingers turn the corners of the page in the textbook. Her eyes lifted to your fingers, to your sweater, and up to your face. She watched your side profile as you silently read a paragraph to yourself. She only stopped when you looked her way and hid a smile when you pushed up your glasses. "What's up?" You quietly asked.

"Do you want to come to my archery practice tomorrow?" Kate whispered back.

Kate wasn't sure what you had going on in your life. You and her were close but not close, like with Peter, Ned, and MJ. So she never pushed.

Plus, she liked you and didn't want to ruin what you two might have.

But when you said, "Yeah! That sounds awesome!" Like a dork, Kate smiled.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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its-time-to-write · 9 months

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Hi!! I hope you’re doing well and that you had a wonderful weekend:) My request (if you can) is short and sweet: the first time meeting Jamie’s mum! Maybe a heart to heart between the two women (you loved him first and because of that it is my honor to love him for the rest of my life typa deal) IDK anyway have fun with it and thank you!!!

Done! I love Georgie so much. Like, she gives off total mom vibes in the way where she seems like she’d try to be the sunlight in everyone’s day, you know?

there is happiness

You’re not taking a bus to fucking Manchester. Shit, you’ll take the train or a cab or maybe even walk before you get on a bus for upward of four hours with the Richmond Greyhounds.

So why are you packing things into a duffel bag to do just that? It probably has something to do with the man sitting on the floor, debating which pants to pack.

“Do you think I should take the Calvins?” he asks, pretending not to notice the murderous glare you shoot at him.

“Don’t know why it matters,” you reply carelessly. “No one’s going to be seeing them anyway.”

Jamie gets up and slides his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to the crook of your neck.

“Aw, don’t be so hard yourself babe,” he says. “You’re not no one.”

“You know what I mean,” you say, hugging his arms closer. “I’ll have you know I am very, very upset at you.”

You can feel his smirk against your neck. “Right, yeah, if upset is a new aneurism.”

“Euphemism,” you correct. “Wait. Shit. Or is it aneurism? Hey Siri, what’s the difference between a euphemism and an aneurism?”

Siri responds from your phone.

You say, “Ah yes, an aneurism is what I’m going to have on that fucking bus ride on the way to meet your mum for the first time.”

Jamie flops backward onto the pile of clothes on the bed. “Babe, I don’t know why you’re so stressed out. It’s just my mum. She don’t bite.”

“Ok, sure. Yeah. I’ll calm down if you tell me exactly how many people you’ve brought home to meet her since making it to the Premier League. Actually, you know what? I’ll make it easier for you. You can even include platonic relationships.”

Jamie’s silent.

“E-fucking-xactly. It’s just been Roy and Keeley. I wasn’t even this stressed when I met Ted because he likes everyone, but this is your mum. What if she hates me? It’s scary.”

“It’s not scary,” Jamie laughs. “She’s gonna love you.” You’re standing in between his legs now and he pulls you on top of him. “You’ll be fine, love, I promise.”

—

The bus ride was as expected. Smelly, loud, and filled with laughter. The team is still getting in the swing of things without Ted, but they seem to be picking up where he left off.

You’re not really tired, especially since it’s mid-morning, but you’re pressed against Jamie’s side and he’s warm as always, so you find yourself drifting off.

—

The boys check into their hotel. You’re not staying with Jamie because the boys have all sorts of team-building things going on and Jamie’s mum insisted that she needs girl time.

You squeeze Jamie’s hand the entire way over to his mum and Simon’s place and he doesn’t even make any jokes about it, just squeezes back.

Your heart rate shoots up a million times when Jamie knocks, then slows down about 10% when Georgie swings open the door and grabs you in a hug, barely giving Jamie any notice.

“What the fuck?” he asks, amused. “Hey Simon, how’re you doing?"

“Oh lord, I told myself I wasn’t going to cry,” says Georgie, wiping away a tear. “Never thought he’d come home with a real, actual girl.”

Jamie makes an offended noise. “The fuck do you call all the girls I’ve been with?”

Georgie swats his arm playfully. “You know what I mean, love. None of them were built to last. Only one I sort of liked was that Keeley Jones, but I was never quite convinced you were right for her. But this one- well, must be the first girl you’ve brought home since primary school.”

“Come inside, come inside,” says Simon. “No sense standing in the doorway with the food getting cold.”

He ushers everyone inside and to the couches, and Georgie is latched onto Jamie’s arm now. He’s chattering away about the upcoming match and Roy as the manager, leaving you to take in your surroundings. There are photo prints on the walls and soft lighting and a table with photos of Jamie at every age.

You smile at him as a baby, same giggly face as ever.

It’s a nice evening. Simon’s made dinner and Georgie can’t stop beaming or ruffling Jamie’s hair. You’re the only other person on the planet allowed to touch his hair without warning.

He has to leave all too soon (“It’s a pillow fight, babe, and Sam’s fucking asking to get decked in the face,”) so you kiss him goodbye then head inside. It’s just Jamie’s family minus Jamie, and you have no idea how it’s going to go. Is this the moment Georgie tells you she actually hates you and you need to leave her baby boy alone?

No. What happens instead is she takes your arm and leads you up the stairs to Jamie’s old room.

“Hasn’t changed since he left,” she beams. “Now come on, let’s chat just us girls! I feel like I already know you, what with the way Jamie talks about you all the time. Hardly a word out of his mouth that isn’t about you or footie.”

You grin. “He’s a man of singular tastes, that’s for sure.”

Georgie laughs. “Oh, I bet you’re good for him! Don’t let his head get too big, that’s for sure. My wee sexy baby always did need someone to take him down a few pegs here and there. But don’t let him fool you. He’s fragile as the next person, that one.”

You smile and say, “You two are so similar. He calls himself a ‘sexy baby,’ or a ‘wee sexy lad,’ all the time. And he can’t fool me. I know exactly who he is.”

Georgie’s eyes twinkle as she squeezes your hand. Not quite as strong as Jamie, but still the same type of grip. “Oh I’m sure of that, darling. I’m glad he’s got you all the way out there in Richmond. He’s been alone for a good while.”

You’re well aware of Jamie’s history since leaving Manchester.

“You know, Keeley’s actually the one who kind of kickstarted all of this,” you say. “We’ve been friends for ages, and she- well, she sort of helped Jamie become a better version of himself.”

Georgie laughs. “Oh, you don’t have to sugarcoat it for me, love. I raised that lad, remember.”

“Ok, fine,” you say smiling, “She broke up with him because he was a massive prick, which started this whole redemption arc and she kind of forced us together at this event and, well, you know the rest. I just feel really, really lucky to be with him. Like if I were anywhere else at any other time, we could have missed each other. I could have missed him so easily.”

You shake your head. It’s hard to imagine a life without Jamie, and you wonder where you’d be at this exact moment if things had gone differently. What would be happening if you’d fought Keeley just a little more?

It doesn’t matter because Georgie’s squeezing your arm and saying, “But you’re here, darling. And it’s so wonderful that you two found each other, because I haven’t seen my baby smile like that in ages. I’ve got no worries about either of you.”

She pulls you into a hug, and it’s all you can do to keep from tearing up.

God, who knew Jamie’s family would be so quick to accept you?

—

It’s late now, but you’re positive Keeley is still awake so you open your phone to send her a message.

You could have warned me, you text.

Three bubbles appear, then: what do you mean babe?

You roll your eyes. Fucker. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Your crazy football knockers are staring at me while I’m trying to sleep.

Keeley instantly responds with three angel emojis. I’m watching over you like a fucking guardian angel!

There’s a pause, then she texts, don’t know what Roy is. maybe the devil.

You snort at that. Roy Kent? Grump with a heart of gold? You don’t think so.

You close your text thread with Keeley and open the one with Jamie.

Nice football sheets, you write. Maybe we should get some for our room.

Jamie responds way too fast with an Amazon link and and an x. You smile then flip your phone over on the nightstand so you can get some good sleep, with Jamie’s guardian angels staring down at you.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x y/n #ted lasso

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lovelettersforthedamned · 4 months

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“are we going to talk, or are you going to keep walking away from me.” with peter parker butttt maybe with a happy ending :)

Don’t Be A Stranger

--genre: fluff & angst

--pairing: college!tasm!peter parker x college!gn!reader

--word count: 0.8k

--warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of being drunk, angst, fluff, language, peter is mean in the beginning.

--gif credits: the very talented, the very amazing, @sincericida

You wish you weren’t here right now, but you needed to be. Your friend, Erica, called you, slurring her words, and clearly not in the right state of mind to be out like this. As soon as she hung up, you made your way downstairs and walked to her location, the party only being a few blocks away.

A crowded, smelly, and sticky house party was the last place you wanted to be tonight. You’re still in your pajamas, your current state barely making you the center of attention though, the people around you too gone to notice.

The only person that did notice you was Peter, of fucking course, locking eyes with him from across the packed kitchen. You knew he’d been having a hard time lately, his temper teetering on the edge of madness. In the beginning, you thought that being there for him would be helpful, but god were you wrong.

Peter blew up on you, and it wasn’t something that was resolved quickly. His words were not stopping as soon as he found something, or someone, to go off on. It seemed to never end, it was like his mouth was spewing hate, and it just so happened to reach you.

Peter has never done anything like that before, never. So when it did, you stepped back in shock, how could your Peter say such awful things to you? There was a slight hesitation as you left his apartment, heading straight for yours. His voice was faint as you stormed out, hearing a soft ‘baby, wait’. That was a week ago.

Seeing him at the party was the first time you’ve seen him since then, your heart beating fast and hard the second you two made eye contact. Setting his cup down, he starts to walk towards you, a sense of urgency in his step. You needed to find Erica, you didn’t have time for this. As if on cue, the girl you’ve been looking for attacks you in a bear hug. “(Y/N)! I’ve been looking for you all night,” her voice suddenly became very loud in your ear.

You hold her up, putting one arm around her torso, “I just got here?”

“Oh, right,” Erica’s eyes suddenly droopy, “I wanna go home.”

With that, you started walking very slowly towards the door until a familiar voice called out your name. Turning your head, you see your boyfriend, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. You ignore him and keep walking, Erica is too out of it to realize the situation at hand.

Peter calls out for you once again, the noise level lowering as you three make your way away from the commotion, “Are we going to talk, or are you going to keep walking away from me?”

You were face to face with the door when he said that, taking a breath before twisting the handle and pulling it open. Without missing a beat you reply, “I don’t know, are you going to yell and berate me again?”

You only make it a few steps past the threshold before Erica's dead weight becomes too much for you to handle, slowly pulling you to the floor. But Peter’s stronghold prevents you from fully collapsing. He’s situated himself on the other side of her, slinging her arm on top of his shoulder and wrapping his other arm around her back, his hand coming close to touching yours. Now you really couldn’t escape him.

He wastes no time before speaking again, the silence of the elevator making you anxious “Bug, I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up at you like that. I want to use my shitty few weeks as an excuse, but truthfully there is no excuse for the way I spoke to you. God, I’m so sorry (Y/N). This will never happen again, and I swear by that.”

Making your way down to the ground floor, you gaze up at Peter with a conflicting look. You know that what he did was wrong, there’s no doubt about that, but why was it so easy for you to forgive him? He slides his hand towards yours, connecting you two together for the first time in a week. You hate to admit that you have missed his touch, the one thing that could make you crumble.

“I accept your apology, but let’s get her home, she’s pretty out of it.”

With a nod, you and Peter walk to her apartment, leaving her with her boyfriend who couldn’t make it tonight.

Walking back onto the dark street, you look up at Peter. You grab his hand, “Sleep over tonight?”

He squeezes your hand, “We’re okay, right?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “we’re okay, Pete.”

--author's note: a small break from the steamy hot smut! thank you nonnie for submitting this!! i'm always a sucker for some angst tbh, and i love peter;) keep sending in requests!! my inbox is open and my 200 follower celebration is happening right now babe, what's stopping you?? don't forget to like, comment, and reblog if you see something you like. ok, bye ily<333

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anonymous-dentist · 2 months

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A very lonely night from the Merpepito AU

Pepito can’t sleep. The boat is rocking too much and Miss Baghera is snoring (even though she keeps saying that Captain Celbi is the one snoring; she’s just a dirty rotten pirate, though, so why would she tell the truth?) and Pepito can’t stop thinking about the Very Bad Thing and, and, and-

Pepito whimpers into his pillow. His eyes squeeze shut, but all he sees in the darkness is the blood and their eyes- their eyes!! Empty and terrified and all because of Pepito because Pepito is a Bad Pepito.

Apa Roier is probably sleeping just fine. Him and Apa Mariana probably haven’t even noticed that Pepito’s been gone for an entire month. They probably got Apa Quackity and Apa Carre and Ama Rivers and they got a new Pepito- a Good Pepito- and they’re all in the same house and happy, and it’s fine!!!

Pepito stifles a sob with the sleeve of his shirt. They’re probably happier with their New Pepito. That Pepito isn’t a bad person. They deserve a Good Pepito, they’re good parents. The best parents. Ever. Of all time.

Miss Baghera snorfles in her sleep, and Pepito decides that, despite him being a super evil pirate now, it would be rude to wake Miss Baghera up with his crying.

So Pepito slides out of his bunk and puts his glasses on.

He tiptoes out of the sleeping quarters and upstairs onto the deck (because that’s apparently what the ship’s roof is called.)

The sun is nice, but Pepito thinks that Pepito likes the moon just as much. It always looks like it’s smiling, even when it’s going away to hide. Pretty…

Pepito huddles next to the central mast and looks up at the moon. Maybe the moon would like Pepito. It seems nice.

Pepito can’t talk because of the Magic, but he can think, and, silently, he asks the moon if it would like to be Pepito’s friend.

That’s when Pepito hears a quiet sniffle from up by the steering wheel.

Peeking around the mast, Pepito sees… Captain Celbi!? Crying!? And alone…

Determined, Pepito stands and trots up the stairs to the steering wheel.

Captain Celbi, of course, sees Pepito approaching. He has good eyes. (He’s so cool!)

“Hi, Pepito,” Captain Celbi says. He smiles, and, in the dark, it doesn’t even look like he’s sad.

He isn’t in his Captain Clothes. He’s in his… pajamas? He’s half-dressed: half-pajamas, half regular clothes. His coat is on, but his hat isn’t.

He has both of his hands firmly planted on the steering wheel’s handles, and- whoah, holy Ocean, did his hair just move!?

Almost silver in the moonlight, one of two little pointy things on the top of Captain Celbi’s head twitches like a nervous clownfish.

Pepito gasps. Captain Celbi has horns!

Wait, no, that’s silly. Sky Pepitos are “humans”. They can’t have horns.

As if following Pepito’s train of thought, Captain Celbi raises a hand to press his pointy things down against the top of his head.

“Ignore them,” he tells Pepito. “What’s up? Is Baghera snoring again?”

Pepito nods, still staring up at Captain Celbi’s head.

Captain Celbi snorts and shakes his head fondly.

“And she says I snore,” he scoffs. “What a liar, huh, Pepito?”

Pepito shrugs. They’re all pirates. They’re supposed to lie, aren’t they? That’s what Apa Roier says, pirates are all ugly and smelly and they’re all liars and killers and thieves (though he always says it with a weird fuzzy look in his eyes and with a smile on his face, weird.)

“Don’t worry. You can hang out up here with me until you’re tired enough to sleep,” Captain Celbi says.

Pepito wants to say that he doesn’t wanna sleep because every time Pepito sleeps he sees the Very Bad Thing and he wakes up sick and sad and useless, but Pepito can’t. So he just sighs and sits by Captain Celbi’s feet and watches him steer.

And Captain Celbi lets him. He’s nice, for a pirate. Apa Roier would like him, probably. It’s a shame he’s a human. It’s a shame Pepito is Pepito. Now Apa Roier and Captain Celbi can never meet, all because of him.

Pepito’s lip wobbles. He doesn’t realize he’s crying until Captain Celbi is letting out a soft, pained noise and crouching in front of Pepito with a concerned frown.

“Aw, hey, it’s fine,” Captain Celbi says. He pulls his sleeve up over his thumb and uses it to wipe under Pepito’s eyes. “I don’t mind, really. You can stay up here all night, if you want.”

That isn’t the problem!

Pepito is tired. Pepito wants to sleep.

Frustrated, Pepito raises his hands and puts them under his head as if they were a pillow.

“Right, you can’t sleep.” Captain Celbi nods. “Baghera is snoring. We can find you somewhere else in the morning?”

Pepito sighs and shakes Pepito’s head.

How to talk about nightmares…?

“You don’t want to move,” Captain Celbi guesses.

He pauses, then he tries again: “It isn’t the snoring.”

Pepito nods.

Pepito can’t talk, and Pepito is still learning the Sky Pepito writing system, so Pepito kinda just hangs out and hopes everyone gets what he wants to say. It’s like charades, kinda. It’s fun! Pepito loves charades!

But Pepito is sleepy, but Pepito hasn’t been able to sleep since leaving home because of the Very Bad Thing, and it stinks.

Captain Celbi hums thoughtfully, and then he settles down next to Pepito on the deck. (The Ocean feels still, they probably won’t get too off-track if Captain Celbi stops steering.)

“Do you want to know why I’m up here?” Captain Celbi asks.

He looks around to make sure that nobody has managed to sneak up onto the deck to eavesdrop.

Then, when he knows the coast is clear, he leans in and whispers, “I had a nightmare.”

Pepito’s eyes widen dramatically. No way!

Captain Celbi nods. “Yeah. It was super scary.”

Wordlessly, Pepito takes one of Captain Celbi’s hands in both of Pepito’s. It’s what Apa Mariana does when Pepito has nightmares back home, he holds Pepito’s hands to show him that he’s awake and the bad dream was just that: a dream.

The two points on Captain Celbi’s head stand up again as Pepito touches him, and they stay up.

Captain Celbi half-smiles. “Don’t worry, Pepito, I’m used to bad dreams. I’ve been having them since I was your age, probably.”

Pepito’s eyes widen. He frowns sympathetically. Poor Captain Celbi… even pirates don’t deserve bad dreams!

“But, because I’ve been having bad dreams for so long, I know how to forget about them,” Captain Celbi says. “See, my bad dreams are all about the bad things I’ve done, and those are in the past. So, to forget about the past, I think about the present and the future.”

He looks up at the moon, slit pupils widening. His eyes almost seem to glow blue in the night like a magic catfish’s.

Pepito thinks. The present and the future…

Well, Pepito is gonna grow up to be the bestest and scariest pirate on The Ocean. That’s in the future.

In the present, though, Pepito is just Pepito. Nothing special there. Just a Bad Pepito.

Captain Celbi’s fingers curl around Pepito’s.

“In the present, I’m taking my crew on a trip around the world, and we’re having a good time,” Captain Celbi continues. He looks at Pepito out of the corner of his eye. “Are you having a good time, Pepito?”

Pepito ponders. He thought there’d be more pirate-ing, but he’s been having a lot of fun playing games with Richarlyson and Pomme, and it’s fun learning how to tie knots with Mister Pac, and it’s really fun hiding in the crow’s nest with Mister Felps and Miss Baghera when they’re supposed to be doing chores.

So Pepito nods and grins.

Captain Celbi smiles the rest of the way and looks back up at the moon.

“And, in the present, I’m looking for treasure,” he says. “The most mysterious treasure of all. And, when I find him, then it’ll be time for the future.”

Can treasure be a person?

Well, Apa Carre always said that Pepito was his treasure, so it makes sense.

But Captain Celbi already has a Pepito, he has Richarlyson! Why does he need another treasure if he has a Richarlyson?

“By the time I’m ready to think about the future, it’s all my brain wants to imagine. So that’s what my dreams become,” Captain Celbi finishes. “Nightmares are in the past. The past doesn’t matter. What matters is the present.”

His voice goes harsh then, but Pepito doesn’t notice. He’s too busy thinking about the future: Captain Pepito in charge of the S.S. Pepito and beating up any annoying Navy guys he finds with his totally amazing crew.

Pepito yawns. Without thinking, he shuffles so he’s next to Captain Celbi. He leans against Captain Celbi, eyes slipping shut as he thinks of the future.

Apa Roier will be on the S.S. Pepito. So will the rest of Pepito’s parents, and they can bring their Good Pepito, too. They’re all Ocean Pepitos, so they won’t be able to breathe in the Sky, so they’ll have a swimming pool in the ship.

Pomme and Richarlyson will be there, too. So will Captain Celbi and Miss Baghera and Misters Pacandmike and Miss Mouse and Mister Felps and…

Soothed by the rocking of the waves and the comforting presence of his super scary and evil captain, Pepito finally manages to fall asleep, right there on the deck of the ship tucked into Captain Celbi’s side.

(And that’s how Richarlyson finds the two of them hours later when the sun rises.

Ew, Richarlyson thinks. He glowers and storms below deck to get some trash to dump on them.

Gross.

Pepito really should just learn that he isn’t Pai Cellbit’s kid, the little shit…)

-_-_-_-

A/N:

And that was Part 2 for you!

Hey guys!! PLEASE reblog this! And leave an ask or a comment or a tag or a whatever telling me your thoughts and questions! Let me know if you want more, because there is more!

#merpepito au #a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#happy bday pepito

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j-u-u-z-o · 7 months

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“Maybe I Can Fall Asleep to This.” (Atsumu x F.Reader) 18+ NSFW‼️

AN: *whispers* i love ASMR. It makes me fall asleep quickly. I thought about atsumu and then this happened. Hopefully this’ll be a great read. Also, I linked an outfit that reader wears in the story because it’s cute! I went willy nally on this one because that’s what Atsumu does to me. Anyway, enjoy~~! 🦊

Synopsis: Atsumu just wants to take a nap with you after practice but you’re busy working your final assignment for the semester - which is due at midnight. Will he fall asleep without you?

WARNING ⚠️ : Atsumu being annoying, 18+ slooow start to smut due to pacing, needy boyfriend, foreplay, cockwarming, SMUT; NSFW‼️, GRAMMER

*Take your time reading! Trust me, you’ll love it. ☺️_______________________________________________

It’s currently 9pm and Atsumu just wants to take a shower and go to sleep. After an exhausting 3 hours of practice with MSBY, Atsumu lazily dragged his feet in the hallway - all the way to his apartment door. A long and tired sigh came out from the pro volleyball player before he took his key card out from his zip-pocket and then swiped it.

Beep!

A flash of green showed that the door is unlocked. Atsumu stepped into his apartment and dropped his duffel bag. He kicked it to the side and took off his sneakers, and left it by the front door, for now.

“I’m hooome.” He finally dragged out as he walked into the kitchen. He noticed your handbag hanging on a chair in the living room. “Babe? Ya here?” He asked, looking for you as a sign of hope. “Where are ya?” He whined as he took off his team’s uniform jacket and threw it across the room, landing on the headrest of his couch. “I’m in here, Tsumu!” You called out from the bedroom. Your soft and cheerful voice makes him giddy all of a sudden - feeling a bit better after a brutal practice day.

Atsumu walked towards his bedroom and opened the door. There you are, you’re laying on your stomach - wearing your favorite avacado cartoon pj set. He also noticed that you’re typing very quickly on your laptop. “Hey baby.” He cooed, crawling up on the bed behind you and kissing your cheek. You turned to face him, “Hey, babe.” You gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “How was practice?” Atsumu responded by hiding his face in your neck. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”, closing his eyes. “Mn. It’s okay you don’t have to.” You understood how he was feeling. He’s a pro volleyball player so you didn’t need to dive into the details right now.

A long moment of silence between you two felt comfortable. Atsumu sighed wrapped his arms around your form from underneath and laid atop of you for a moment; feeling his warm hands on your tummy. However, a wave of smelly sweat swept your nose. “ Ew! You stink, Tsumu!” He chuckled. You felt the vibrations coming from his chest on your back. “Wanna shower with me?” Lifting his head up and smiling at you. You sighed. “No. I have to finish my paper tonight.” You turned to reread your sentence and continued typing.

He pouted, “Fine, meanie!” He crawled down the bed. “Go shower! And outside clothes aren’t allowed on the bed! .” He retaliated by smacking your ass, roughly. “Tsumu!” You hissed, turning your head back and rubbing your butt cheeks. “That’s for rejecting me.” He grinned and walked out the room and to the bathroom. “Jerk.” you mumbled, turning back to the screen.

A few minutes later, Atsumu walked into the bedroom. Wearing just his black Calvin Klein boxers. His eyes glanced at your form - you’re still in the same position from when he first entered the room. “Ya still working on that?” He began towel drying his hair while he watched you, waiting for your response. You didn’t move an inch and said, “Did you think I was writing a book report or something?” You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, kinda.” He shrugged as continued towel drying his hair.

After drying his hair a bit, Atsumu threw the towel somewhere in the room and crawled on the bed, and laid next to you. He looked at you for a moment and at the laptop screen.

“The Allegory of the Cave.” He said, then looking back at you. Atsumu honestly doesn’t know how long you have been working on your assignment but he’s not really interested in asking. “Babe, take a nap with me for a little while.” He caressed your lower back. You ignored him. “Baby.” He called again and moved closer to kiss your shoulder. “I can’t, Tsumu.” You leaned into his touch while he continued leaving kisses on your shoulder. “Take a nap without me.” You said, not sparing a look into his direction. Atsumu stopped and looked at you, “What?” He looked at you as if you had three heads. “come on, baby.” He pleaded again, wrapping his arm around you.

You still ignore him and kept typing. He grunted in disapproval. Atsumu laid on back and stared up at the ceiling fan. His eyes followed the wings of the fan.

clickety clack,

clickety clack

There was a long pause. You sighed - needing to think about something.

clickety clack…clickety clack

After a while, the sounds coming from the keyboard started to make him feel sleepy. He blinked, drowsily. He turned his head to look at you, slowly stroking your arm with his fingertips to get your attention, again.

“…..”

You felt his brown orbs looking at you. But, you ignored him.

Suddenly, you felt a force pull you out of nowhere. “Wha-?” Atsumu lifts up your form, making you lay on top of him. “Hey! ” He reached for your laptop. “Tsumu!” And moved it above his head. “Better!” He smiled, victoriously. You looked down at him in confusion and in disbelief.

Is he serious? you didn’t mind being in this position, though. You didn’t say anything and looked at the screen. If he can fall asleep like this then so be it. On the other hand, Atsumu’s face was being comforted by your breasts, snuggling him. “Ahh.” He let out a satisfying sigh, his arms wrapped around your waist. So warm.

Many more minutes passed. You looked down - giving your straining eyes a brief break. You saw your boyfriend sleeping. Wow. You felt his breath brushing your skin. He’s really sleeping. You moved your hand from the keyboard and stroked his right cheek and leaned down to leave a kiss on his forehead.

After a while, Atsumu slowly regained consciousness - he heard you mumbling a paragraph and editing it.

clickety clack,

clickety clack

Your fingers danced skillfully across the plastic keys, the soft clatter of the keyboard singing like a chorus of tiny doors on a faulty latch. “Mmm.” Atsumu groaned, his arms holding you more closely. You stopped typing and looked down at him.

“Tsumu?” You looked down at him, looking a bit concerned.

“Hm?” One of his eyes opened, stretching his neck a bit.

“I can work in the living room.” You giggled. He shook his head. “Are you sure?” You thought the typing sounds were annoying him. But, you guessed wrong. “Mhmm.” He nodded, stretching his lower legs satisfyingly. You smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “You’re are an ASMR-tist, baby.” He praised, smiling dorky. “If you say so.” You giggled.

At one point, you raised yourself to stretch your arms and back. atsumu watched you from below - smiling as your cami top revealed more of your stomach. “What’re you looking at?” You breathed out a satisfying groan, grounding your hips down as you stretched your back. “Nothin~” He sang, sliding his hands up to your waist when he felt your warm weight above his covered length. “Stop being silly, Tsumu.” You lightly smacked his hands away when he groped his “favorite pillows”. Your breasts, in fact. “You’re so pretty, baby. I can’t help it.” He cooed, caressing your waist up and down. “I think you can. at least, until I’m done.” You laid down on your elbows beside either side of his head and checked where you left off; giving him the best view of your breasts in your cami top, once again. “Ya killing me, baby!” He purposefully suffocated himself in your chest and while playfully grabbed your covered ass.

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clickety clack,

clickety clack

You paused and turned to look at the clock sitting on the nightstand.

It’s already 10:30pm.

You’re report is due in less than 2 hours now. You sighed and looked down at your boyfriend, listening to his light snores here and there. Isn’t he uncomfortable laying on his back like this? For almost 2 hours? Whatever...

You shook your head, stretched out your fingers, cracking them and your knuckles. At least, you’re almost done. You have two pages left, then proofread and submit! You fixed yourself on top of him; sitting upright now. Your warm weight, woke him up as you typed. Atsumu admired your form, moving his hands up to your breasts. This time, you let him.

They’re so soft and warm in his hands. His thumbs circled your nipples hidden under your top. But, they’re hidden. His fingers crept up to pull your top down but you moved it away. “Stop it. I need to focus, babe.” He whined, looking at you with sad puppy eyes when you went back to typing. “Just a peak” he whispered, slowly pulling down your top. Slowly, with enough precision until a breast popped out.

“boop.”

and then the other,

“boop.”

Tsumu’s random sound effects were so unnecessary. “Look at my darlings.” he grinned cheekily, squishing the two flesh together. You shook your head at the nonsense. Your nipples look so savory - ready to be sucked on. He licked his lips. “My babies.” He giggled, rubbing his face with them. “Mmm.” You snorted at his remark, feeling the vibrations on your breasts.

He slowly stroked your nipples with his thumbs - up and down and then in circles,. You squirmed a bit. Tsumu looked up at you and did it again. And again. Until he heard a faint moan. “Like that, baby?” His thumbs continued brushing them, noticing how hard your nipples were getting.

Atsumu lifted his head from the pillow and kissed your nipples and rubbed his face side to side with them again.

“Tsumu.” He ignored you and hummed when he gently tugged your nipples with his index fingers and thumbs. “Hm?” He looked at you, circling them between the pads of his fingers. “Just let me make ya feel good, baby.” He lifts his head again and stuck his tongue out. Slowly circling the tip of his tongue on the erected nipple, groping the other flesh with his other hand. The pace of your key strokes were getting interrupted - you paused here and there as his tongue licked your it.

“Ahh.” You breathed out, slightly moving against his tongue, steering your body on it to feel more. “Oh. Babe.” You moaned, your pussy throbbed, grounding your hips on his covered girth when he circled it just right. His soft lips wrapped around your nipple and sucked it, gently. “Mm. Tsumu.” You closed your eyes, tilting your head to the side, and stroking his hair with your free hand. You’re trying not to get turned on by his trap ministrations. “Oh baby.” You breathed out, slowly rolling your hips up and down his covered length. you can’t help it.

Relishing the sensations as your hips rolled on his covered member, you easily got distracted. He pushed his feet in and raised his hips to feel your warmth. You gasped when you felt the tip poking your folds against the fabric. you tried to move your hips away but his iron grip on your hips was too strong. “I can’t…my report, Tsumu.“ you whined, feeling hot. But, you didn’t sound very serious at all. He knows. He ignored you by gently pushing you down to his covered girth. “Jus’ take a break, baby.” He suggested, his feet getting tangled in the sheets while he rolled his hips up to your warm weight, for friction.

Atsumu let out an open mouthed groan when he found a good spot to buck his hips up to your covered pussy. “But…Tsumu-ah!” Your voice suddenly trembled when your body started bouncing above him, feverishly. Your breasts bounced around and around. “Ah!” You hands automatically landed on his chest for a better balance; you almost hit your face on your laptop in front of you. He stopped. “I’m jus playing with ya.” He assured you, laughing at your reaction - you smacked his chest.

“That’s it! I’m going to the living room!” You declared. “Okay, okay~I’ll stop.” he did, dropping his legs on the bed. You eyed him suspiciously. “Jeez, I swear, Tsumu.” You tried to pull yourself together, feeling embarrassed by his childish behavior. Atsumu smiled at you like a Cheshire Cat. “Tsumu, What?” Tsumu raised an eyebrow at your remark. “Control yourself.” You ordered him. Without hesitation he slid hands underneath your shorts and grabbed your cheeks. “Okay, baby~.”

You went back to typing.

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A few minutes later.

Two paragraphs left. And you’re close to freedom. But, your thought process keeps getting interrupted by your boyfriend. His fingers snuck into your shorts and crept up to your wet puffy lips. He brushed them as if he was strumming a guitar, slowly. Your thighs tensed up as his warm fingers kept stroking your slick folds. You clenched when you felt his fingers brush your sensitive clit in circles.

You whimpered, feeling putty by his slick ministrations. You arched your back, rocking your hips up and down to get some more friction on his fingers. “You’re soaked, babe.” He whispered, purposefully dipping his index and middle finger into your cunt, but not going all the way in, feeling your warm arousal on the tips of his fingers. Atsumu rubbed it between his fingers and rubbed it against your pussy as a lubricant, slowly. “Mmmm.” He moaned, starting to leave kisses up your neck while you rolled your hips down on his fingers.

“Mm.” You choked, your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he flicked your clit, gently. “Ahhh.” You squirmed, feeling your clit throbbing, and lifting your hips away from his fingers when he flicked your clit with enough pressure. “right there, huh.” He chuckled. You almost cummed. You tried to look uninterested in front of the screen but he sees right through you. Atsumu pushed his feet in, his hips meeting yours. “Babe.” He said lowly, noticing that you’re ignoring him. You can’t lie to him. He called you again and you looked down at him. “Come here.” You shook your head but Atsumu gently pulled you down closer to his face. You looked at each other for a moment. He rolled his hips up and you whimpered when you felt his covered length poke your covered folds again.

Your weight felt so comfortable above him. His lips centimeter away from yours, his brown orbs looking dark with lust. You felt his lips move against yours when he said, “Kiss me.” Your soft lips met his. His lips felt so soft and addicting. After a while, he broke the kiss and asked, “How much do you have left, baby?”, looking at up you with anticipation, his hands holding the bottom of your ass hidden under shorts.

“Huh.” You breathed out, looking like you were caught in a spell - that Atsumu gave a throaty chuckle. “How many do you have left? You assignment, babe.” He chuckled again. You blinked twice, slowly becoming aware. “Oh. Two left.” You spoke softly, grounding your hips down on his covered girth, signaling him to keep going. “That’s good to hear.” He smiled, looking down at your boldness. Atsumu pulled his cock out and slid it inside your shorts from underneath. “I know you can do it, baby.”, playfully slapping his cock against your cheek. You took his words of encouragement by giving him a kiss and looked at up at the computer screen, letting him continue to please you as you’re very close to finishing your assignment.

He can help me with that.

Atsumu pulled your shorts to the side and placed his cock in between your wet folds. He stroked it against your wet pussy lips. His cock felt so warm in between your lips. You felt his deep exhales on your chest, distracting you each time the tip bumped against your throbbing clit. You began rocking your hips on his cock, for relief. “Oh, babe.” He groaned, feeling your puffy lips slide up and down his cock. His groans filled your ears. You stared at the screen - trying your best not to close the laptop and ride him. “Ahh.” He moaned, rocking his hips up in between your folds, your arousal coating his cock.

You bit your lip while your body moved back and forth from his and your grinding. Smack! He grabbed your ass and bucked his hips up, his tip seeking relief by bumping your against your clit, your mouth slightly ajar.

Atsumu is taking over your mind. “Unh..Babe.” You breathed out, grinding on his shaft. atsumu let out a low growl when he lifted your ass and focused on the tip rubbing against your clit, listening to the squelching sounds of your warm arousal covering the tip. “Oooh.” He groaned, slowly circling his hips up for more as you did the same; watching the thick sticky lines of your arousal on the tip.

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You’re halfway through your second to last paragraph:

This claim suggests the idea that people should only depend on the conviction of their minds when choosing on what is appropriate to do and/or not to do. Believing in other people's conviction implies that one is upholding a universally acceptable way of thought. This move is not acceptable since the world is not real.

But, your mind got clouded when he slowly slid his cock into your cunt. Your mouth widened, tilting your head to the side. “Oohh.” You breathed. The veins from his cock rubbed brushed your plush walls, easily sliding into your cunt. You felt full, your walls squeezing him, lovingly. “ ya‘ ok, babe?”, he looked up at you, now fully inside of you. You nodded and pressed “enter” to start your last paragraph.

As if he read your mind, atsumu spread his legs further apart, gripping your ass from underneath and slowly rolled his hips up into your core. “Ahhh.” He let out an open mouthed groan, loving how your plush walls squeeze his cock each time he thrusted in and out of your soaked cunt. You stopped typing for a moment and stared blankly at the screen, focusing on his deep thrusts stroking your walls.

Soon after, your head was nodding to the side, and your body quivering to his slow yet deep thrusts. “Mmmm.” You groaned, closing your eyes and biting your lip, feeling his relentless deep strokes. “Yeah. like that, Tsumu.”

A few moments passed. You opened your eyes, raising yourself up to try to get back to work again.

'The Allegory of the Cave' teaches people to respect their ability to see the reality. The unchained man in the cave should accept his new status and strain to prove otherwise to those who have not yet experienced the reality. They need to__

The underscore kept blinking. Your body quivering against his ministrations, you were lost in thought again. Your hips trembled with each intense snap of his hips. He felt your breathless moans coming down his face. “You feel so good, baby.” He breathed out thickly, the bed creaking. He kept hitting that spot. Over and over again. So you placed your hands on either sides of his head and spread your legs further, and bounced your ass on his cock.

Smack! You flinched, your walls tightening around his shaft, while he quickly bucked into your soaked cunt. “That’s it, baby. ” He smirked, smacking your ass again. Your whimpers and the sounds of skins slapping bounced off the walls. “Oooh.” He groaned, raising his hands to fondle your breasts. You look so ethereal above him, riding his cock with so much want. “Good girl.” He praised you, his cock slamming into your cunt, hearing your ass snap on his thighs. “A-ah!” You cried, clenching around his cock when he hit that spot. Again and again.

“Right there, baby.” He growled thickly, pulling you down to his chest, face to face with him, breathing into each others mouth, until his lips enveloped yours, passionately. You’re trying to keep up with his thrusts. “Ugh yeah, baby.” Atsumu wrapped his arm around you and the other hand gripping your ass, thrusting faster into your needy cunt.

Your laptop was long forgotten and the feet of the bed slammed on the hardwood floors.

“Ugh. Ride it, ride it.” he hissed, anchoring you when you sit upright, rolling your hips back and forth on his cock, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, feverishly. You’re close to your release. “T-sumu-ah!” Your voice trembled, feeling your walls beginning to quiver around his cock.

You stared up at the ceiling, your breathed hitched, unable to keep up with how deep his thrusts were. Your mouth widened as you slowly began releasing, no words came out; feeling the fluttering sensations dance all around your body and down your throbbing cunt. “Fuuck” He whined, your walls squeezing him uncontrollably. “Uugh”, Atsumu sunk his head into the pillow, thrusting a few more until he froze, his cum leaking down his shaft, and dripping on the white sheets.

His chest heaved with yours. “Mmm.”, smiling like an idiot , his hands caressing your waist up and down. You looked down at him, breathless and satiated. He chuckled, “You rock my world, baby.” He cooed, his hands still adoring your glistening body. You gave him a breathless giggle, leaning down to kiss him. Holding both his cheeks, your lips smacked against his, while he gave a few slow thrusts to ride the last sparks of the orgasm before pulling his cock out.

You broke the kiss and sat up. You looked around. Where’s my laptop? But, you saw the time on the nightstand.

11:55pm

“Shit!” You quickly grabbed your closed laptop from the edge of the bed and opened it - leaning on the side to type your last thought:

They need to distinguish it from illusions such as shadows of real objects as cast on the cave's wall.

Submitted. At 11:59pm…

“Done!” You cheered and closed your laptop. You didn’t even proofread it. You didn’t actually have the time to. But you’re not going to complain about it. You’re extremely satisfied right now. “That’s my girl.” His thumbs rubbed your nipples. “I knew you could do it.” chuckling like a happy villain.

You shook your head. “Shut up, Tsumu.”, putting your laptop on your night stand.

“Tsumu.” You turned back to him, fanning yourself.

“Hm?” His voice suddenly sounded drowsy.

You giggled. “You want to… take a break?” Recycling his suggestion from earlier.

“Yeeees~ ” He sang, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you, his chin laying on your breasts. “You’re gonna get an A+, babe.” Your fingers combed through his hair, giggling at how silly he is.

You gave him a peck on the lips. “For sure.”

But he’s your silly boyfriend that you love.

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