#im finally gonna clean out my inbox

[rainbow-wolf120]

Do you think it would be funny if beep was sent to answer a question with the leader of team 341-a

Definitely

I personally think the entirety of Team 321-A has massive egos (with them constantly being praised and needed and stuff)

Also, I think they're absolutely violent. Like, they act first, think later. Like how Team 341-B is always chatting and being diplomatic, Team 341-A would use threats.

So a mission with Beep and Avina (my name for her) would be constant bickering and a clash between their personalities.

Avina thinking that's she's right and Beep's wrong and with Beep trying to get Avina to listen without having to become aggressive.

(She doesn't want to be as bad as her y'know)

[propertyofwicked]

LOOK AFTER YOU - LN

based on this request! ✧ my inbox is open! ✧

warnings - mentions of sick, poorly reader, mostly fluff <3 not proof read

masterlist the playlist

y/n hadn’t been sure why her body had woken her abruptly, until she felt a familiar dull ache in her stomach, panicking slightly at the thought of being or even feeling sick. she hadn’t felt well the night before, but she tried pushing the thought aside as she shifted out of lando’s tight embrace to lay on her back, hoping to manifest her inevitable illness away. but her blood soon ran cold, a sweat forming on her skin, and the need to run to the bathroom became unavoidable.

the first wave of nausea came early, some hitting the floor before she held the rest down and fell to crouch over the toilet. tears came streaming down her face as her sickness paused momentarily - she hated being sick, she hated that she’d made a mess, and she hated that she could hear the faint sounds of lando stirring, and the bed creaking as he made his way to her.

“y/n? bab-?” he began to call out, but found himself interrupted.

“the floor!” she shouted back, half stuttering through her panic, “watch the floor.”

lando had thought he’d heard retching, her tearful tone confirmed that for him as his gaze tried to avoid the sick and step around it. he stood in the bathroom door, assessing the situation momentarily before meeting her at her side, crouching down as his hand rubbed her back as his hand reached for a discarded hair tie to pull her hair out of her face as the second wave of sickness came over her.

“you’re ok, just breathe. just breathe,” he told her, his voice still gruff from his sleepiness. he reached out for some toilet paper, pulling the girl back into him to clean up her face slightly. her body slumped back against the wall as lando rose to his feet, moving quickly to fill a glass with water.

“need to drink something, angel,” he told her, pressing the cup to her lips and tilting it slightly as they parted. finally, she assumed this wave of sickness was over, but her breathing still hastened and her hands shook in her lap, the tears still rolled down her face.

“i-im sorry,” she uttered out, trying to avoid lando’s gaze despite him crouching directly in front of her.

“for what?” he asked her softly, moving to rest a hand on her jaw and stroke his thumb along the skin of her cheek, “being sick is normal, y/n - you don’t have to apologise for that.”

“for the mess. i didn’t mean to, ill clean it up i promise,” she told him, hands still shaking with the memory of her past boyfriend being so angry at her when the same thing had happened. y/n winced in anticipation of lando’s shouting to start as he remembered the floor, but it never came. instead, the glass of water was place to her side and his other hand settle on her other cheek.

“you will do no such thing,” he firmly told her, looking into her eyes. they were bloodshot, either from the strain of being sick or the crying - he didn’t know - but what he did know was that she was really unwell, potentially worse than he’d ever known her to be. he pressed the back of his hand to her forehead, feeling the way she was burning up under his touch, and yet her whole body shivered as though it was cold.

“you hot or cold?” he asked her, trying to check his theory.

“freezing,” she replied, noticing the way his eyes widened at her response, “why? what’s wrong?”

“you’ve got a a bad fever baby, meaning this is probably not a one time thing,” he told her, warning her slightly before he stood, pulling her up with him and letting her topple into his embrace, “gonna get you in the bath quickly, yeah?”

lando’s brain recited everything he had learnt or done before when someone had been poorly, knowing that ringing his mum at 3am was not an option. he started running the bath, checking the water was cool enough before he lowered her body into it.

“ill be back in a second,” he told her, kissing her forehead. he watched as her eyes shut, and leaving the room to clean up the floor whilst she attempted to bring her fever down.

the next morning was no better, y/n had spent the rest of the night either crouched over the toilet or shivering beneath a thin sheet as a hot sweat covered her entire body. lando stayed awake with her, scared to close his eyes in case she needed him, knowing that she wouldn’t wake him.

he had resorted to texting his mum anyways, explaining the situation as he asked for guidance. lando had sighed in relief when she replied, knowing she’d know what to do.

mum → she probably just needs to sweat it out. keep her cool, hydrated and comfortable.

mum → try and get her to eat some plain toast, little and often till she can manage more

mum → keep me updated please, and send her my love x

he smiled at the message, replying with a quick thank you before he moved back to the bedroom holding a bottle of water and a slice of plain toast. his heart filled at the sight of his girlfriend, curled up on the bed, her eyes staring at the film playing quietly on the tv.

lando sat on the bed, pulling her body to rest between his legs, her back laying on his chest. he could feel the way her heat radiated onto him as he helped her eat the toast, one mouthful at a time.

but y/n still couldn’t keep anything down, and hours later she was still lying in bed, trying to nap away her sickness with little success. lando had been gone a while, so she stood slowly, shuffling her way around the flat until she found him in the kitchen, doing something on his phone.

“hey what’re you doing out of bed?” he asked her, head rising to look at her when he heard her walk in.

“too hot,” she replied, moving closer towards where he stood, “needed to get a drink.”

“you should’ve just shouted for me, i would’ve got it for you.”

“im perfectly capable of getting myself a drink,” she told him bluntly, though immediately she disproved her own statement, having to grip the counter as her vision blurred and her balance faltered. lando’s arms reached out quickly, hands gripping at her waist from behind to stabilise her.

“im sure you are baby, but right now id love it if you rested and let me take care of you,” he told her, careful not to patronise her. lando began to move the two of them back to the bedroom, holding her tightly as he did, and lowering her softly back onto the bed. he jogged out the room quickly, grabbing some water from the fridge before coming back to she her laying with the sheet covering only her legs.

“how are you feeling?” lando asked her softly, lying next to her and tucking fallen strands of hair behind her ear.

“shit,” she replied, trying to hold back tears but lando noticed immediately.

“what’s up? what are the tears for?” he asked her, pulling her in closer with his arms wrapping around her body.

“i jus- i hate being poorly. i feel so useless and im just a burden to you. you have your own life to live you shouldn’t have to spend your time looking after me,” she told him, her body shaking slightly as she cried.

“it’s my job to look after you angel, the same way you look after me. and im happy to do it because i love you,” he replied, his hand rubbing up and down her back supportively.

“thank you,” she replied.

“mum sent her love by the way,” he informed her, happy to hear her laugh lightly after a rough day.

“i wondered how you knew how to get a fever to break,” she told him, leaning her head back to smile up at him.

“hey!” he defended, “i know things! i just thought asking my mum would be safer.”

“tell her thank you, from me. and thank you, really.”

“no need to thank me, baby. ‘just doing my job - you wanna try eating again? im thinking plain pasta this time.”

[admirationandromantics]

Stormy Confession

Another request! Don't worry, I do have several more in my inbox, but please be patient, they will come eventually! Anyways, hope you enjoy this. As usual, it's not edited, but who cares?

Word count: 1,9k (Unedited)

They’re BEST friends with benefits, so there is already an established chemistry between them. They’re stuck in a snow storm anddd “im totally kidding but im kind of freezing rn and my heater’s busted” so they decided to hook up in josh’s very roomy car, only to realize “hey ik im being dramatic but we COULD die rn so i need to confess that im in love with you…” lmao my writing is so jumbled but i know you could do wonders with this idea!🥹🥹

The wind is getting worse, almost like it’ll tip the car over. Josh is sitting beside me, driving the car, all tensed up by the stress of it. Usually, I would comment on it, but I understand the gravity of the situation. We just need to keep going, we don’t have that far left. 

The trees outside are dark. Gentle snow taking its place on the pine needles. If it weren’t for the storm, I would love it. Luckily, it’s clear enough that we can still see the road, but I wonder how long that’s going to last. 

I check the weather update, but it’ll not clear up until the middle of the night. If we were to stay in the car until then, we would have to climb the mountain in the dark. This is not something I want to do, but I guess at this point, it’s a must. We just have to stay clear of wild animals, navigate in the dark, try not to slip down the path again. 

We were planning to get to Blackwood Mountain and the Washington lodge. Of course, we went a day earlier than the others, planning on cleaning and getting the place ready. What none of us idiots thought about doing, was to check the weather. About halfway there, the snow got worse. It came in quick patches, making driving hard, and freezing up the car. 

“Josh, it’s literally freezing in here, can you turn on the heater?” 

“It’s busted, was gonna get it fixed after the trip” 

“Of course you were” 

I lean back in my seat, pulling up my backpack and taking out my gloves. At least some part of me would stay warm. As we drive on a long straight row, he leans back and manoeuvres the car with his knee, bringing both hands up to his face to blow hot air into them. Poor guy. I remember that he brought some extra outerwear, just wondering where he left them. My thoughts fly to his bag, he couldn’t have placed them in the front, so back it was. I lean over the mid row and back, trying to find his bag in the back seats. 

“Where’s your backpack?” I ask, rummaging through a bunch of stuff. A blanket, some firewood, a plastic bag. Why is there so much stuff here? We don’t need all of it, and I know for a fact that the lodge has large stacks of firewood. 

“Keep looking” he laughs, not bothering to help me. 

“Josh, just tell me where you put it” 

He laughs, one hand going on the back of my thigh, slightly squeezing my flesh. That’s why he’s being difficult. He just wants to tease me. 

“Stop being a perv and tell me” I sigh, not exactly being a fan of my position. He should be busy driving, not checking me out. 

“But I’m enjoying the view” 

“The only view you should be enjoying is the road in front of you” 

I finally notice it, a small backpack with a scarf and gloves sticking out from under the seat. I lean a bit more forward to reach it, earning a whistle from the guy. I roll my eyes, grabbing the clothing and trying to move back. I get halfway before he speaks. 

“Hard swing” 

“Wha-”

The car takes a rough turn, making my body jolt to the side. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can’t this man drive a little more carefully? If this unplanned storm doesn’t kill us, then he definitely will. I fall to the side, hips landing in his lap, faces against each other. He has that known playful smirk on his lips, proud of his dangerous accomplishment. 

“You good?” 

“You’re insane” 

“Nah, just a good driver” he shrugs his shoulders, trying not to laugh at himself. 

“You’re not a good driver” 

His arms move over me, holding onto the steering wheel in front of him. His eyes finally move to the road, and he keeps driving as if everything’s normal. I try to sit up, but his hands won’t budge, leading to me falling down again. 

“Josh, if you would be so kind” I force a tight smile, nodding to the caging arms. He looks down, the playful smirk still covering his lips as he thinks. 

“Do you have my gloves?” 

“Indeed I do” 

“Put them on me” 

I look at him in disbelief, what was he, a child? He can easily do that himself. I shake my head, laughing a little at the situation. No way am I going to do that. He has one hand on the wheel, the other held out to me. I roll my eyes, deciding that this is enough. 

I try to get up yet again, but this time, his empty hand finds my chest and pushes me down into him. I give a loud and dramatic sigh, which makes him fully reveal that stupid laughter of his that he’s kept in. 

“You know I could sue you for this?” 

“I can sue you too, disrupting the driver” 

“You made this happen” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” 

I give in, laying against him and relaxing while he drives. No way am I going to be his servant. He’s not that rich. We sit in silence for a couple of minutes, both just minding our own thing. 

Just now, I realise how much warmer I feel while brushing against him. Body heats colliding as he holds me close. A cozy and sleepy murmur comes over me, and I close my eyes, drifting away as we continue driving off. 

***

I press my eyes forcefully together, opening them little by little. The outside is darker than before, and Josh’s still driving into the night, eyes focused on the road. I stretch, giving a yawn at the same time. He shifts his gaze, a smile immediately finding his lips. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t Ms. Sleepy” 

“How long have I been gone?” 

“Around half an hour” 

I nod in reply, head turning to the dark forest and snowy rocks. We were almost there now. 

“And no death yet, I’m impressed” I comment, sitting up as high as he allows me. 

“Wind almost took the car about 10 minutes ago” 

My eyes widen in surprise. Is the weather really that bad? Shouldn’t we stop and wait for it to pass? The thought of it scares me, after all, the mountains this time of year are not that safe as everyone makes them out to be. I mean, if we’re in the lodge, it’s okay. But we’re not. We’re in a moving vehicle, which almost got flipped by the wind. 

“Hey, don’t worry. We’re almost there” 

I nod again. The parking lot is a bit more secluded than the road, so the wind won’t be as strong. But how’re we getting up to the lodge? The cable car is already a death trap, no way I’m going to sit in it during the storm. 

A road hole makes me yelp, body jolting up and down. I automatically grab hold of his arm, steadying myself. His lips thins as he bites them, eyes forced on the road. His breathing changes, big stuttering inhales as if to calm himself down. 

“Josh, are you okay?” 

He doesn’t look down on me, instead his vision is on the path ahead. His knuckles are white from gripping the wheel, and I glimpse a vein popping and going under his jacket. What’s going on with this guy? 

We finally swing into the parking lot, and he parks the car and turns off the engine. We sit in silence, both unsure about our next move. With his arms not in the way, I finally sit up. I grab his shoulder for help, and he takes his arm to my back for support. 

“I don’t think we should go to the lodge yet” he comments, looking out to the cable car station. 

“I know, we’d probably be blown to bits” 

“That’s one way of putting it” 

His other hand goes to my waist, pressing me down on him. That’s when I feel it. He’s hard, very hard. He’s been since the road hole. 

“Are you struggling a bit, Josh?” a smile creeping up on my lips. Oh, how pleasant to finally have some of the power. 

His hand goes to my hair, brushing it away. 

“Oh, you have no idea” 

His head moves closer, fingers gliding over my cheek. He’s cold, extremely cold. It’s like gracing ice taps against my skin. I pull away, taking his hands in mine and warming them.

“You’re freezing” 

“Better do something about it then” 

He moves into me, capturing my lips in his. I respond, opening my mouth a little and licking his lower lip. I don’t forget about his hands though, and carefully puts his gloves on them as we keep going. I change positions, and he helps me, letting me straddle him in the driver's seat. His hands go to my ass, kneading and caressing. I moan into the kiss, which he uses as an opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth. He fiddles with something behind me, and before I know it, ice-cold fingers make their way down my pants, holding my cheeks. I gasp, the shocked feeling being overcome. This was extreme, why hadn’t he said something about it before. He chuckles against my lips, mouth moving to my jaw and neck, leaving sweet kisses all over. The wet spots get instantly cold when he moves away, and I shutter. 

“W-we should not do this here” 

“I know, I know” 

“We’re going to freeze to death” 

“A bit dramatic are we?” 

“J-Josh” he stops in his tracks, lips glossy and eyes lustful. We both know that we can’t start undressing. With the heater not working, and the snow storm getting worse, that’s the last thing we should be thinking about. God, how dizzy the whole situation makes me feel. I don’t want to be down here. I want to be up in the lodge, alone with him, in front of the fire. 

“Or get eaten by wolves” 

“No we’re not”

“What if an elk attack the car?” 

“We’re not a threat to them” 

“If we’re going to die, I need to confess something” 

“We’re not going to die”

“Five more minutes and your fingers would snap off as easily as bending a carrot” 

“True, but-” 

“Josh…” I put my glove-covered finger over his mouth, stopping his sweet remarks. If there was a time to say it, it had to be now, before we both froze to death, in his car, to be found tomorrow morning by the others. 

“I love you. And I know, we’ve had this whole deal or something where we’ve had sex, and yeah I mean several times, but that’s not the point because I couldn’t stop myself, and please don’t stop seeing me as a friend after this, I promise I’ll get over it, but it’s just something I need to get off my chest or else I can die and not-” 

He shuts me up with a kiss. Hands still on my ass, pressing me deeper against him. 

“Fucking hell, you talk a lot” 

“You already know that about me” 

“Just shut up and kiss me”

[cosmic-nia]

Can Jax get a hug? Can I give him a hug?

heyyy im back!! sorta. i never really left i just occasionally posted here during my finals-

speaking of finals, guess who just finished their finals and is basically done with secondary school?? which means i got a bunch of free time, so im gonna start by cleaning out my inbox cuz MAN, ya’ll left a lot of stuff in here

[regretisstoredintheme]

Hey! I noticed your requests are closed, but I wanted to send this in (otherwise I’ll forget hehe, so please take your time and respond to it when you are free again! I’m not the anon who asked for a reader that sleeps a lot, but I relate to it deeply, (my longest was 23 hours straight!) what got me thinking about that scenario (specially Donnie and Leo) is that you implied that they would do something to reader if they realized they were trying g to avoid them by sleeping (and honestly mood) what do you think it would be the worst they could do do a reader that snapped at them if they didn’t let them sleep? I don’t mean snap lightly, I mean dont-care-of-the-consequences-if-dying-is-on-the-table-so-be-it-then-im-letting-out-everything-i-wanted-to-tell-you-psychopath-I-hate-you-so-much-this-isnt-love-I’ll-bite-if-you-come-near-you-make-me-sick-let-me-sleep-kinda of snap? Honestly I’ve been waiting for a reader scenario where they just snap. Don’t care of the consequences whatsoever and let’s outbeveything they have endured, they are just fed up, you know?

Anyways, if you aren’t up to write it I understand it! Just wanted to see the kind of reaction and what length they(turtles) can endure from “reality” breaking over and reader finally saying how f up what they are doing

I don’t even know if you remember this ask, but I still think it’s really interesting!!! The only reason I didn’t end up writing for this one was because I wanted to give a oneshot in response, but I stressed myself out too much abt it 😔😔 anyway! I figured if I’m cleaning out my inbox, I should at least give it a try!

The hcs they’re talking about is this one!

Warning: obsessive behavior, manipulation, yandere aspects, evil evil evil

Donnie and Leo definitely have one thing in common— their “I can fix it” mentality.

You hate him, you say? Could never forgive him, you say? Think he’s the scum of the earth? Don’t worry, Leo’s not gonna let you think that way. He’ll twist this back into the shape he wants, easy peasy. His main goal is to make you feel bad. Seriously bad. Hes apologizing, on his knees, waiting for you to come back to him. Sure, the door’s still locked, but what does that matter? He’s so sorry, can’t you tell? Come back to him, let him take care of you again, don’t think anymore… surely he won’t starve you this time!

“You think I wanted to do this to you? All I’ve ever done is care for you, I made a mistake! Please, sweetheart..”

Your words sting, it stings harder than your silence, Donnie realizes. Maybe it was better when you were quiet, then you wouldn’t hurt him so much with your words. You truly hate him, don’t you? Fine. He’ll let you sleep. And sleep. And sleep. That is, until he comes up with a solution. You’re a lot nicer to look at when your face isn’t contorted in anger, he thinks, remembering a time when you didn’t know how twisted he was. In that moment— his solution appears. Just as he made a cure for your sleepiness, he cured your hate, too. When you wake up, you’ll have no memory of this.

“Rise and shine, dove. Who am I? Don’t you remember? We’re partners!”

[spookitapes]

Hello, i love your fics! Im a bit embarassed but i had an idea earlier today. Imagine beig on a relationship with Ted while hes a trip visiting every margaritaville or rain forest, whatever you prefer and you miss him a lot so when you can finally go visit him on the trip he shows you how much he missed you by fucking you so good you barely walk the next day. Okay thats all, thank you bye!

a/n: oh my gosh don't be embarrassed! pls send me more stuff I love it !!! and thank you so much for the support< 33 it's mainly RFC buuuut i did a little bonus of margaitaville ft. schlatt at the end :))) sorry it took me a minute to see this in my inbox!! but I hope you enjoy it bc this was actually super fun to write !!

!! 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI !!

surprising ted on his rainforest cafe roadtrip hc's

❧ getting the trip schedule from eddy so you can pick which days works best for you

❧ planning it weeks before they even leave

❧ ted having literally no clue what’s happening

❧ stuffing his face with safari fries when he hears an all too familiar “teddy!” coming from behind him

❧ thinking he’s finally going crazy bc why is he imagining your voice amongst the animatronic themed restaurant's ambiance ??

❧ almost tackling him out of his chair when you finally reach him bc you didn’t realize you were full-on sprinting in the rainforest cafe

❧ a very sweet reunion that takes ted entirely by surprise

❧ (don't worry eddy gets a good angle) it's some nice behind-the-scenes footage for you two :))

❧ “jesus christ honey i didn’t know you’re that strong!”

❧ ted laying his head on your shoulder anytime he can

❧ sharing a sparkling volcano for the memory of it

❧ getting back to the hotel and making out in the elevator on the way to the room you booked

❧ him immediately pinning you to the door when it closes

❧ he's missed you so much

❧ missed your body so much

❧ he'd been having to take cold showers

❧ and that worked until he found the nude polaroids you had left him in his luggage

❧ he's been reduced to jerking off, switching to hot steam instead of a standing ice bath

❧ so you can't really blame him for taking you right there

❧ stripping you of only what's necessary

❧ if your wearing jeans? gone. pants of any kind? bye bye. shorts? across the room...but a dress or a skirt? he's just pushing it up your hips

❧ pulling your panties to the side (if you're wearing any op-)

❧ hiking one of your legs up onto his hip as he barely gets his cock out of his pants before pushing into you

❧ both of you letting out a gasp as he bottoms out

❧ him holding your hand against the door with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other

❧ eventually bringing your leg around his hip up over his shoulder so he can hit deeper

❧ him fucking you so rough the do not disturb sign's swinging on the other side of the door

❧ once you both cum he'll carry you over to the bed so he can finish stripping you

❧ slowly peeling the clothes away as he kisses your skin that appears

❧ him pushing your face into the sheets to muffle the porn star level moans leaving your mouth

❧ "god baby, you're gonna get us kicked out if you keep screaming like that."

❧ but how can you stay quiet when he's balls deep drilling you from the back giving you the best dick of your life ??

❧ him getting fed up so he puts one of his big ass hands over your mouth as he fucks you harder

❧ just the sounds of skin on skin slapping, ted's groans, and your muffled sobs fill the room

❧ going at least three more rounds before he's carrying you to the bathtub to clean you up

❧ begging him to get in with you and getting him to after pulling out the big eyes and jutted out bottom lip combo

❧ scooting up so he can slide in behind you

❧ just holding each other in the warm bubbley water

❧ "i love you so much baby, remind me to never go on a trip without you again."

❧ it's followed with a tender kiss on your forehead

❧ you pause a moment before shifting your head so you can catch his eyes, a smile overtaking your features

❧ he thinks you're gonna say something sappy, something that'll probably make you tear up

❧ "you can go on as many trips as you want if that's how you're gonna fuck me."

❧ he splashes you with the bath water...

❧ the next day he's calling you to hurry up and get ready, something about needing to be back on the road

❧ he gets met with a long, loud, angry groan in return

❧ "uuhhhh honey, you alright?"

❧ him being met with your pouty face looking up from the mound of pillow you had it buried in

"i don't wanna talk to you. you did this to me!"

❧ he's about to question you before you throw your legs off the side and go to stand...only to go tumbling over before ted leaps across the room to save you

❧"your hero," he's smirking down at you, hands around your back and hip as you dangle mid-air

❧ "...more like my murderer." you murmur it out

❧ "oh and who exactly did i kill? you look alive to me."

❧ "MY WHOLE LOWER BODY YOU BIGDICK ASSHOLE!"

(bonus)

you two definitely fuck at jschlatt's during margaritaville

❧ setting it up with schlatt bc you promise him a gift (WINK)

❧ you jump out and surprise them when they get to schlat't's place

❧ him almost tackling you this time

❧ "i fuckin' told ya! HA mother fucker now you owe me $50!" schlatt's laughing maniacally as usual

❧ ted fucking you in front of schlatt as a thank you for the surprise

❧ "this is way fuckin' better than on facetime." (read my other work to get the refrenceeeee)

❧ making you ride him as schlatt records it on ted's phone

❧ reverse cowgirl to get good angles of your pretty face and so ted can watch your greedy hole swallow up his big cock

❧ schlatt shoving the camera in your face when you start getting sloppy, thighs burning from riding your lover for so long

❧ "go on and look at me, angel," he's using his free hand to grip your throat to look at him but your eyes are still closed

❧ ted's interrupting him for a second, "do ya wanna cum? keep on bouncin' then. I'll rub your slutty lil clit if you keep takin' my dick so good."

❧ "be a good little bitch and smile for the camera—thaaaaat's it, honey."

[starsomens]

Hear me out,okay? Thigh riding Noah while…are you ready?…while Noah is making music. Let me paint the picture:

Noah is in his home studio working very hard on a new album. It’s probably about close to midnight. The house is quite, like very quite except for a his groans when something doesn’t sound good. You are off somewhere in the house doing something, reading a book in bed, watching TV in the living room, eating a snack, you chose. He sits back in his chair and lets a frustrated sigh.

After a few minutes of him just staring at his computer he calls out for you. “Princess?” You stop whatever you are doing and walk to his home studio. “Yes, my love?” You ask softly. He loving stares at you for a second before he talks again. “I need some inspiration…come ride my thigh…please.” Your heart skips a beat, your whole body starts to feel hot. With a soft smile on your face you walk over to right beside him as he pushes his chair away from the desk to make for you and pats his thigh with that damn smile of his.

“Pants and underwear off.” (Oh he means business!) You take off your clothes from the lower half of you and straddle his thigh. He plants a few kisses on your forehead as you slowly start to grind away. Noah watches you as soft moans and whispers fall from your mouth. He leans to your ear and soft whispers.

“Such pretty sounds, god I love the way you sound.”

“Keep going…that’s it that’s a good girl.”

As your grind harder and faster on his thigh, more of your pretty sounds become louder. Noah reached over and hits the record button on his computer. He sit back in his chair with his full attention to you. Watching you come undone from just his thigh alone. The room fills with moans, whimpers, ragged breathing, wet sounds, and of course, his praises.

“So wet and just for me, princess, thats it.”

“God you look like a masterpiece.”

“Gonna make a big mess,huh?, that’s okay you can lick it clean when you’re done.”

“I should put your moans and whimpers in a song or should I keep them for myself?”

You can’t answer him. No words are going through your head. Nothing, just the feeling of his thigh in between your legs. Your whole body begins to shake as you feel close. He sits there watching you with a smirk. You feel like you are gonna explode. With a final few grinds, you come. Letting out loud gasps and moans along with his name falling out of your mouth like a prayer. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close rubbing your back, kissing your forehead and cheeks as you calm down from your high.

“That’s a girl.” He says in your ear

IM SORRY THIS IS SOO LONG!! I though it was gonna be short be I was very wrong.

IM SOWWWYYYY THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT ANYWAY

YES OMG GIRL

YOU ALWAYS COME UP IN MY INBOX WITHT THESE STEAMY ASS IDEAS I CAN'T ADD MORE TO THESE BUT I LOVE THIS

[valeisaslut]

Valentina, I retract my previous statements condemning you for the the angst you’ve written, I truly deeply must apologize.

They found each other again, I didn’t even know that would be a possibility for them, though no one can expect a thing. Miracles happen, that’s why they’re called that.

People can wonder, people can echo their own thoughts into an abyss and then allow them to die down into a pit, yet your words flourish, they flicker like a flame getting to close to flesh, and it’s beautiful.

I needed this so much, and if I’m honest, I was full of tremor daring to even read it as like I once previously stated, your words fill my mind and choose my fate.

I’ve been in a rut, something of rot if you will, and honestly whenever you write, I get filled with this vigor, whether bad or good is unprecedented.

I’m second guessing what to even say, nothing could truly dictate my reaction upon it, I loved it so much, they’re finally happy, but also, they’re happy. There’s nothing that can remain in the end if they’re just, living, so they have to be happy.

You’re truly something, in a good way, and in a bad way.

That feels mean I am so sorry 😭

Dude I was in the middle of cleaning my room and I saw that so I continued on with my room obviously because I know the SHIT your writing puts me through and boy was I right

“Well don’t read it if you have such a reaction” no. Nuh uh. ZIP IT. I DONT GIVE A FUCK. YET I ALSO GIVE AN APPARENT FUCK. WHAT IS THIS.

JOEL DINA JESSE OMG MELODYDDBJDJDKDKEKDJDJEJEJEJ😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

IM BAWLING RN MOOTIE WHAT

But like I previously stated, I retract my words of well, whatever, when I was dealing with your angst. I deeply apologize, please continue to write, love you,

no because i’m actually devastated in the most tender way possible. like. what the fuck am i supposed to say to this??? how do you just drop this holy, poetic, unhinged, profoundly romantic piece of text in my inbox and expect me to move on with my day????

you started with "they found each other again" and i was already clutching my heart like a widow. but then you hit me with “miracles happen, that’s why they’re called that” and i swear to god i left my body. you understand these characters in a way that makes me feel seen as a writer. you understand the ache. the yearning. the fact that it shouldn’t have worked out… and somehow, it did. and that’s what makes it holy.

and “your words fill my mind and choose my fate”??? okay. okay. so you’re just gonna casually change my entire brain chemistry like that. not even a warning. just spiritual whiplash.

but also:

“you’re truly something, in a good way, and in a bad way.”

no. that’s not mean. that’s exactly right. that’s literally collide. it’s beautiful and painful and inconvenient and healing and wrong and right all at once. it’s what love feels like when it’s too real to be pretty.

and the fact that you were just minding your business, cleaning your room, knowing damn well i’d emotionally detonate you the second you opened this chapter — and you still did it anyway??? ICON. you knew the cost. you paid it. you wept.

also the “WELL DON’T READ IT IF IT HURTS YOU SO MUCH” NO. NUH UH. ZIP IT” had me CACKLING. like yes. exactly. suffer with me. you chose this. we’re in it together now.

joel. dina. jesse. melody. the family they built. the love they crawled back to. the peace they earned. it was always gonna be messy. it was always gonna hurt. but i’m so glad you stayed until it got soft again.

thank you for this. for the apology (i forgive you lmao), for the poetry, for the unfiltered emotion, for everything. i love you back. so much. 🩷🩷🩷

now go finish cleaning your room.

[dckweed]

I’ve only read two of your works so far but omg i LOVE UR WRITING AND I NEED TO REQUEST (if ur taking right now)

Something with Bradley where reader comes home with a bruise from literally just walking into something like its laughable but Bradley Freaks. Out. n its just cute and funny.

idk im so bad with requesting i never do it <3 thanks so much!! Take ur time :33

omg how didn't i see this sooner?? smh im so behind on my inbox y'all..life has been CRAZY in all caps. im gonna tweak this a bit to a situation that lowkey just happened w me and my fiance, i come home from work daily covered in new scratches and bruises and sometimes even cuts and my fiance is always just wigged out about it because "you play with dogs all day how is it this dangerous" and i feel like he reminds me sm of bradley tbh

just a small lil drabble blurb thingy blobber and it kind of sucks im so sorry :(

warnings: mentions of blood, sharp objects, etc..

"WRAP YOU IN BUBBLE WRAP" bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader

A woosh of cold air greets you as you open the door of your condo, a relaxed sigh leaving your lips as set your keys down on the small table in the hallway, kicking off your crocs too as you close the door.

"Honey?" A smile spreads on your face, he's not usually home at this time of day. "It's hot as hell outside, if you don't feel like making dinner and you want to just order something in, i wouldn't be opposed."

"Bradley Bradshaw, that is the sexiest thing that's ever left your face." You respond, making your way to find him. He's manspread on the couch, rested back into the plush cushions with his shirt off, toned abs and chest on full display for you, bronze skin glowing in the glow of the sun pouring in from your fifth story balcony. You jump over the arm of the couch and right into your husbands lap, bringing your lips to his.

He's laughing when you finally pull away from him, hands planted firmly on your hips. "I take it you agree with no cookin-what the hell is that?" His eyes are zeroed in on your hands, splayed out on his chest. For a moment you think he's asking about the golden bits of hair wrapped around the massive stone of your engagement ring, until you remember the band-aids wrapped around two of your fingers. "Baby-"

"Oh, it's a funny story actually, a standard poodle sneezed while i was doing a continental cut on it" By the look on his face, he very clearly did not think that this was a funny story, despite the laughter in your voice. "and i was scissoring around the head when it happened and i took out two of my fingers."

"Honey, did you even clean them?!" He sits up, hands supporting your ass when he sees your sheepish look. "I swear you come home from work with more injuries than should be necessary, you literally work with dogs, babe..people are going to think that your job is more dangerous than mine is..that i send you off to battle or something."

"My job is more dangerous than yours." You argue playfully, legs wrapping around his thick, muscular waist as he stands up from the couch with ease, carrying you through the house with an unpleased expression on his face. He kisses your forehead as he walks, presumably headed for the bathroom. "I run the potential of getting my face bit off or cutting off my fingers every day, or even worse, hurting one of those poor sweet babies."

"Those poor sweet babies," He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he kicks open the bathroom door and uses one of his hands to flick on the light. "send you home to me covered in new bruises, scratches and these almost every single day." He raises your hand up, giving it a pointed look as he clearly eyes the blood seeping around the edge of the poorly applied bandages. He tsks as he starts to unfurl them from you, rummaging in the cabinet behind your head for what you're assuming was wound cleaning supplies, the kind you would typically use on him. "I ought to come up there and stand by your table and give them all what for when they all start acting up, maybe then you'll come home to me all nice and pretty and unharmed, just how you leave me."

"Mmm, all the ladies at work would just love to have a big strong man like you standing around to do all the work we hate doing.." You say, smile perking on your lips again as you watch him work on your fingers, cleaning them with something that makes you hiss before he blows cool air on them, re-wrapping them in clean, properly fitted bandages.

"Mhm, speaking of, how is Brenda? Does she go home to her husband like this too?" You whap his chest with your good hand and he snorts in laughter at you, knowing good and damn well that the woman could be just as clumsy as you, if not worse. "Wonder if he considers wrapping his wife up in bubble wrap too before sending her off."

"I don't think bubble wrap would be very conducive to my working environment."

"I don't think your working environment is conducive to your bodily health."

You both snort out in laughter before kissing each other once more. "I'll go ahead and order dinner, take yourself a shower baby." He says, helping you down off of the counter. "I'm serious about that bubble wrap! Stop coming home to me like this!"

"I can't make any promises!"

[monstrouslyobsessed]

life updates and then some

oh dear, i've been gone for quite a long while, huh? i'm so, so sorry and i really, REALLY do appreciate all of your concerns and sweet messages! it's heartwarming to know that my works are still being loved even in my absence. yall deserves some explanations so ima get right in it.

mild cw ahead: bizarre financial abuse (?), depression, and nongraphic medical concerns.

these past few months were pretty rough, especially with the financial aspects, personal matters, and my health, both mental and physical, had been going downspiral to the point that my writing had become complete nonexistent and that i lowkey hated every word i put down. i won't get into too much of details, but the short of it, an estranged family member (and trust when i say they are estranged for very good reasons) pulled a fast one via some kind of legal fraud (???), which hurts my financial situation and impacted my ability to pay bills. im still a huge wtaf over it, i won't lie, but it is something getting sorted out atm via official and legal means (fun times to be had!!!). im incredibly lucky to be living with a very understanding person though who also got very angry on my behalf so don't worry about my current living situation.

health wise, doctors found something wrong with one of my organs but they couldn't determine the issue. since then, life had been a struggle.

with my health was the first thing to start for me, it's nothing fatal or too life altering, fairly mild imo (so say i with stupidly high pain tolerance, apparently), but it's kind of something i need to keep aware of with my consumption. but boy tis was not fun living with discomforts with my own body for a while. rest just fell into places afterward, unfortunately, but that's how the life go--you'll always have your ups and downs, just cherish the present while you can.

anyway, i can't promise i'll be posting regularly again given my situation(s), not as on a semi-frequent schedule, which absolutely does make me sad because i really do love making monsterfucker contents, not just for myself but for you lovely readers as well. hopefully i'll be back sooner than later. that said…

i do have a super overdue commission i'm going to post very soon! just got one last scene to get through (it's currently at 8.1k words....!) and get it edited and make it pretty--and bam! it'll be done and posted. so do look forward to that, at least.

heck, i'll leave yall with this teaser line at the start of the final scene!

“Let us give them quite a show, hm?”

just gonna...get through pron writing lmao <3 yet again, thank you all so very much for caring and i really do miss you and your kind words. please take care of yourselves, lovelies!

in the meantime, i'm going to clean out my blog a bit and i'll try to reply some of your asks later too. if you have anything random, asking for advice, or anything related to my ocs or my aus, ask away. my inbox is always open for yall <3

[lnfours]

idk if im late or not for the snow day req 🤧 can i req this with lando? tysm 🧡

all too well - bad breakup, you lost your self-esteem, why not you? "i can still remember it like it was yesterday"

IM BACK! my semester started the other day and i’ve been busy as fuck but don’t worry we’re cleaning out the inbox today!

anon, i hope you enjoy this! i’m so sorry it took so long 🥲 i had to include a fluff ending bc im too much of a hopeless romantic

cleaning out my inbox

the house was empty, quieter than normal as you sat on the couch. the ran pattered against the roof, droplets dripping down the glass that mirrored the tears on your cheeks.

it had been a few months since you broke up. his busy schedule and yours intermingling only causing more harm than good. you felt like you never got to see him, and when he was home you were always busy. obviously you knew what you were getting into with his profession, under the impression that you both could make it work.

but after six months of trial and error, you both decided that despite the overwhelming amount of love you had for each other. there was no one else who could compare to him. there was no better feeling then the love you had for each other.

your friends had all played the classic ‘boys suck’ and ‘find someone knew’ cards when in reality it took all of you not to book the first flight to whichever city he was in that week and get wrapped up in him all over again. to breathe in the smell of his cologne and laundry detergent, the smell that felt like home.

your thoughts were interrupted with a knock on the door. you wiped your tears quickly, glancing down at the time on your phone and wondering who was paying you a visit this late in the evening. especially unannounced.

you unlocked the door and opened it to reveal the man who had infiltrated your thoughts for the past three months. gorgeous green eyes meet yours, brown curls stuck to his forehead because of the rain. backpack resting on his shoulders as a small carry on luggage sat beside him. he wasn’t really sure what urged him to tell the uber driver to drop him off at your doorstep instead of his own place, but he was glad he did the moment your eyes met.

“sorry,” he mumbled softly, awkwardly shifting after taking in the silence between you, “i should’ve texted.”

you shook your head, opening the door for him to seek shelter from the rain, “it’s okay, come in.”

he did as you told him to, leaving his bags and shoes by the door as you made your way into the kitchen. he shrugged off his hood, running a hand through the wet curls as you reached up on your tippy toes for a mug, “want some tea? it’ll warm you up,”

“teas good,” he nodded, sending you a soft smile, “thanks.”

you turned the stove on, fire igniting under the kettle, turning to face him on the opposite side of the island.

“why’re you-?”

“were you-“

you both started at the same time, exchanging a slight chuckle before he shook his head, “you first, your questions probably more important than what i was gonna ask.”

you nodded, licking your lips, “i was just gonna ask why you’re here,” you said, immediately rambling after, “- not that i mind, i did say my door was always open if you needed something but…”

you trailed off and he nodded, swallowing thickly, “i don’t really know, to be honest,” he said, suddenly more interested in his fingers as he broke eye contact, “i’ve been thinking about you and what happened between us over the past few months and i,” he took a deep breath, “i missed you.”

you bit down on your lower lip, “lando-“

“i know, i know,” he said, finally looking up to meet your eyes again, “i should’ve probably texted, and i had this entire speech rehearsed in the car from the airport but when i saw you, it all kind of just went out the window. i can go if you want me to-“

“no,” you cut him off, “no, i don’t want you to go.”

he nodded, “i just felt like telling you i still loved you in person was a better idea rather than telling you over the phone.”

you heart stopped, jumping up to your throat. you didn’t know what to say, you hadn’t really thought about what you’d say if he ever came back. you just assumed he had moved on and forgot everything about you, just like every other man had.

but he wasn’t like those guys. that being the key reason you fell in love with him to begin with.

“and i’m sorry for being so shitty,” he said, “for not being the perfect boyfriend to you. i know it’s a slim chance, but if you’re willing to work it out, so am i. i want everything life has to offer with you.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat, “i’m sorry, too,” you breathed out, “i wasn’t totally understanding about your career and how hectic it was. if im being honest, i never stopped loving you. even when you were gone, i couldn’t keep my mind off of you.”

he approached you now, coming to stand in front of you. you smiled gently up at him as he spoke, “a complete redo, for the both of us, a clean slate - if that’s okay with you?”

you nodded, “very much so, yeah.”

he smiled down at you, his arms winding around your waist as yours wrapped around his neck. he hugged you tightly against his body, the smell of his cologne filling your senses. the smell of him; home.

the tea kettle whistling pulled you apart, you reaching to turn to the stove off as you grabbed the kettle. he watched you with love filled eyes as you made the tea, holding his mug out to him with a smile when you prepared it to his liking.

you remembered.

“so,” you said, smiling over the rim of the mug, “tell me everything i missed.”

[disventure-rewrite-takes]

author of all-stars: behind the scenes on ao3 here (hi geo!!! it’s corn!!) and i was thinking. what if we took the ‘it was scripted by the producers/hosts for better drama’ mentality and applied it to disventure camp? could be fun

so, NEW PROMPT FOR ANONS!

Taking DSVC as it is, but imagining that certain things might have been exaggerated/fabricated for the cameras:

1. what would you pick to have been scripted, 2. why, and 3. what is actually happening behind the scenes?

I’ll go first!

Jake was told by Krystal to act jealous of Aiden and exaggerate how hung-up he was over Tom. In reality, Jake was kind of over Tom but still kind of missing him - it was complicated, but mostly internal, and the host didn’t think it would make for good drama. So Krystal threw in a good old-fashioned jealousy/misunderstanding arc to spice things up.

Debating between two options: EITHER Jake had to sign some kind of NDA, so no one else knew Jake was faking and they genuinely thought he had regressed into a paranoid man-baby, until after Tom was eliminated and he could finally come clean once the cameras were off him

OR

Everyone knew the whole time and Jake and Aiden were already hitting it off behind the scenes, which is why they became best of besties so quickly - they’d already been friends for weeks leading up to this point. (And maybe more? Aiden has two hands after all.)

something like:

Aiden: “and then I could say something like ‘oh, Jake hasn’t started shit for an entire hour, must be a record’!”

Jake: “haha amazing! OOH what if I made a dig at you being Tom’s ‘sidekick’?”

Aiden: “perfect, i mean it’s not like the producers have me doing much else lmao”

- @cornfields-td-nonsense

I LOVE THIS!!! YES PLS i wanna see this!!! im definitely gonna submit my own ideas for this once i clear out the inbox

[shitty-davesprite-daily]

love u davesprite go king go

TG: see this is the type of shit you should be sending me

TG: not the insanity i find in my askbox every day like some torn up bird the cat dragged onto the front doorstep

TG: like cmon man im gonna step on that shit. you know i am i can tell from your smug little eyes every time you watch me do it

TG: its like my own personal hell

TG: every morning i wake up thinking today might be it. today might be the day i finally make it outside with my foot clean of sin and bird guts

TG: and then every day im proven wrong in some nightmarish groundhog day type bullshit

TG: 'but dave why dont you just step out of the way? if you know its going to be there cant you avoid it?' i hear you ask

TG: trust me

TG: i hear you

TG: and all your idiotic insane bullshit you leave in my inbox

TG: (not you guy i just replied to youre cool)

TG: im cursed to constantly hear everything you say its just another carefully designed part of my own personal hell to make me finally lose it for good in the next thirteen years

TG: but until that day comes i have no choice but to commit

TG: sure i could dodge the bird

TG: but what kind of message does that send? it just means ive accepted my fate. ive acknowledged that stepping on a bird every morning is just a part of my routine now.

TG: it means im going out of my way to change my behaviour. it means ive given up

TG: it means the cat wins

TG: and fuck that bullshit

TG: stepping on the bird every morning is a rebellion

TG: its a sign that i havent given up hope

TG: one day my torment will end and my foot will finally be clean

TG: and until then ill keep spraying the cat with water every morning and itll keep fucking off for the rest of the day until i go to sleep

TG: and the dance begins again

TG: also making a bird step on a bird? pretty fucked up. borders on a hate crime im gonna be so real

TG: if birds are a protected class anyway

TG: which they should be

TG: fuck killing the bird is even more of a fucked up thing to do then

TG: what the fuck dude

[definitelynotshouting]

Hello!! I hope youre doing wonderfully :D Ive finally had time to do my first set of quotes for this chapter, enjoy!

- ☀️

"in this moment, he is both river and person, the turbulence of churning water sweeping him away beneath a layer of solid ice."

- I REALLY like the imagery of this. Grian being both the thing that destroys and the thing that gets destroyed. He's a force of nature: unstoppable and deadly (as a watcher, who *could* stop him from doing anything he wants, if he wanted to?), but he's also the one getting sucked under the water and unable to escape the flood. He CANT stop what he's doing; his actions hurt the people he loves the most, but as much as he fought against it he couldnt escape

- His hate for the watchers exists in two main fields: turning him into a watcher- turning him into someone else, and how his biology in turn hurts his loved ones. Ouch

- ☀️

"A wailing, ravaged keen rises up from the core of him— he just wants to die! He just wants to die."

"Grian latches onto it without thinking, digging claws and teeth into a dribbling cut and ripping it clean open."

"Mumbo."

- OKAY.

- SO. 1) the fore is shadowing. Grian being so tired and hungry that he cant help but feed is making me super excited to see what happens once they get back to hermitcraft. Especially because im guessing that'll be right after he uses the harming pots, and he wont be in his right mind to stop himself. Either that or he'll just be so caught up in his feels like he is here and so hungry that he feeds. I cant wait to see how that goes down

- 2) this entire sequence making him more determined to kill himself. He was just spiralling about how he wants to die, and THEN he accidentally feeds on X and Scar, AND THEN when mumbo shows up we're already seeing the start of his destructive behaviour. Isolating himself from his best friend :( THAT WHOLE SECTION WHERE MUMBO IS JUST STANDING OUTSIDE THE DOOR ASKING TO COME IN AND GRIAN STAYING QUIET PHYSICALLY HURT. Me when im in a self-destruction competition and my opponent is hunger au!Grian

- ☀️

"Disquiet leaks out from beneath the door— a creeping, crawling notion that the world no longer makes sense, fits poorly around one's shoulders. Like a worn, childhood coat, stained with the devastating loss of innocence."

- D: *distressed* i love this metaphor so much omg <3333

- Mumbo just wants his friend back grian please let him in.

- I really like how the coat metaphor, "fits poorly around one's shoulders" could reference how Grian's body doesnt feel like his anymore because of the watcher parasite

- In reference to Mumbo, the coat was new before they found out Grian was the one who made the games, but now it's ill-fitting and Mumbo doesn't know who Grian is anymore. Their friendship feels hollow, or "stained."

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO HI SUN ANON ITS GOOD TO SEE YOU IN THE INBOX!!!! :D

im so glad you liked these quotes from the chapter-- it was a lot of fun writing them, and im also having a blast watching people try to figure out whats gonna happen next >:] im glad the interaction (or lack thereof) with Mumbo was so gutting, because my gods we are not even remotely done with that yet<3

Thank you for sending these!!! It was really nice to read them, im so happy you liked what you've read so far!!!! :]❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[grandfather-of-sin]

Salutations my dear puppets!

Im... back for the lack of better term.

Unfortunately, regarding some requests, I will not be able to answer due to a mental Spring Cleaning in which I need to get rid of the things that's been distressing me for a long while to say the least. Doesn't mean I'm clearing everything out tho.

While I'm not having my inbox open for any letters and requests, rest assured that I'm back to work on previous requests I've chosen to keep as well as finally reworking the Masterlist in which I've been experimenting around with of late. You'll soon see changes for that up first.

I swear to Gaia this time.

I also actually do have a request written up at the moment, it's done marinating the past 2 years (I really need to figure out a proper schedule for this I swear) so all that's left is editing it. I don't have a clear time frame when it's gonna be out but hopefully soon enough.

I wont be super super active of the like since writing still comes and goes as it pleases and college is kinda fucked but I'll be doing work 'round 'ere!

[loove-persevering]

Peter Sutherland x fem!Reader (The Night Agent)

Description: Peter comes home injured from a mission and needs a little TLC! fem!reader (requested!)

Warnings: Fluff!!! Little angst!

Hi all first time writing for Peter! It’s a little short but I was excited! Please send some more Im working on another in my inbox tomorrow:)

The worry never went away really. Dating someone who was an agent for the FBI and the white house you constantly were holding your breath waiting for Peter to come back home.

Every single time the phone rang you would swear your heart rate increased out of fear that you’d get a call similar to the one you got the night of the Metro Bombing.

Peter knew how to take care of himself. That was forsure and he took care of you as well but that didn’t mean you didn’t worry. He had been gone on an assignment for about a week of course you had no idea where or what that entailed due to the security of his job and you never asked questions because he’d never tell. Peter was good at being loyal not only to you but his job, he had expectations to uphold for himself despite the building pressure on his shoulders.

He had called a few hours ago and you could tell by his voice he was exhausted. He said he’d be home tonight but late, probably in the middle of the night. For your sanity you attempted to stay up just wanting to see him walk through the door would help you rest easier.

Easier said than done though because you had fallen asleep on the couch the TV illuminating the light on Peter's face as he gently woke you. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust and when you finally did you noticed the wounds scattered across his face, nothing severe but you knew things didn’t go as smoothly as you had hoped they would for him. “Oh Peter,” You say, reaching up cupping the side of his cheek. He was resting on the couch with you, his forehead pressed into yours as his eyes closed. You knew he rested better when you were around. Sometimes you swore he was nocturnal but other times you looked over mid-movie and he was pressed up against you asleep.

“It’s nothing,” He assures you. “I've had worse,” He admits and you both knew he was right. His eyes flutter open and he looks at you, his eyes soft, delicate like as he looked at you. He pushed his body forward, his lips meeting yours, nothing but a chaste kiss to give you both some comfort.

When you pulled away it wasn’t a moment later his hand rested along your jaw pulling you back in. The kiss had a little more to it this time, not as innocent as the first. You didn’t pull away until you heard the sharp intake of his breath when he pushed himself to be on top of you, “What?” You ask him.

He sighs, pulling himself off of you carefully, “My rib,” He says his eyes are squinting in pain as he tries to correct his position.

You move forward with your hands gently pulling at the bottom of his shirt, “I think you should take me to dinner first,” He says with a slight smile on his face.

You roll your eyes and laugh continuing to lift his shift, “Peter,” You sigh, seeing the blood dripping from a cut. It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches but it needed to be cleaned up. “Can you take it off? I’ll go grab some bandages,” You say pushing off the couch to stand.

It was one quick movement for him to peel off his shirt displaying his toned torso. “Y/N,” Peter said, smiling up at you. “You gonna go get it?” He asks and you felt yourself hold back a smile realizing he had caught your gaze.

“Smart ass,” You mumble, turning away from him. You went to the bathroom grabbing everything you needed and walked back in the living room. Peter leaned back against the couch, his head resting and his eyes closed. When he heard the floor creak he glanced up his eyes watching you as you walked back over toward him. “You’re gonna hate this,” You admit to him as you sit down getting the bottle of alcohol out.

You concentrated the next few minutes cleaning up the wound on his abdomen, and then moving up to his face to help clean the peppered cuts along his neck and jaw. “I hate not knowing this is happening to you.” You tell him and he winced at the contact from the alcohol. “I hate not knowing your hurt when you're away.”

His hand reaches up and clasps your wrist, “I know.” He says gently. “The only thing I'm thinking about is coming back home to you,” He says.

Your face grew into the softest expression as you stared at him in awe. Peter was always so reassuring and he always seemed to know what you needed to hear. “You better,” You say sniffling.

“You know I think you like bandaging me up anyway gives you an excuse to gawk.” You gently push his shoulder with your hand smiling at him. “It’s okay you can, I sure do.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Oh you do?” You say leaning on closer to him, your faces only inches apart.

That was all it took for him to pull you in, his hand slipping behind your neck as he pulled you in. The kiss was innocent enough at first and then it began to become more feverish. You reach a hand up running through his hair and his hand runs along the lower part of your back. He tugs you gently as if to tell you what he wanted and you slide your leg over straddling him.

“Peter,” You say, pulling away from the kiss. Peter just pulled you back in and you seemingly melted into another kiss just as quickly as he did. “Peter,” You pull back again.

“Hmm,” He mumbles as you pull away.

“Whatever you do, just always try and come home okay?” You ask him. His gaze softened slightly as he realized what you were saying. “Just try I know it’s the job but-“ You begin to scramble your words.

“Y/N,” He cuts you off his thumb running circles at your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. “I’m always gonna try and get home to you okay?” He says. “Always.”

“Okay,” You say back to him. “But for now how about you make it up to me for all the worrying I do?” You say and he grins and you swear he was going to kill you with his smile.

“Yes ma'am,” He says not wasting a second pulling you back in for another kiss.

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Sorry for any typos! Didn’t proof read!