#adam devine x reader

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Save a horse ride two cowboys! Threesome, actually fuck it foursome it, they’d all get off and having a chick they can all fuck. I love long blurbs and I never get tired of Anders and Blake. They perfectly even each other out, the true fight is who gets to go inside first and who gets to cum inside first ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

NSFW!

THANK YOU ANON. Omg, I'm so glad I get to ramble on this oh my goddddd-

First of all, is it too much to automatically set the scene that the boys are finally making a porno, against the better wishes of Anders? Blake and Adam prayed for times like these 🙏

On the porno aspect, these three are passing the camera around almost as much as they are passing you around. Que Adam trying to pose for the camera while he's blowing your back out, hands gripping to keep you from squirming so much. Also Anders fumbling, demanding to get Steven Spielberg level shots of your boobs.

“Alright, everyone, let’s rotate- Blake, you’re up next. Adam, be nice.” and "I think- wait, did you adjust the audio, Adam?"

“I mean, yeah, yeah, sure, Ders. Audio's good. Whatever. But the viewers need us, baby!” He's waving Ders off (nothings gonna ruin this for him) Adam's gathering your hair in his hands to pull you in for a sloppy kiss.

And then Anders eventually abandoning the camera, because he's getting a little jealous and sexually frustrated just watching ;)

“Okay, okay, that’s it. I’m going in. I can’t just be the ‘tech guy’ all the time.” Before stealing you away from Adam, pulling you by your chin to kiss him, shoving the camera into Blakes hands with a groan.

Blake's shots, just like his movements, are messy. He's zooming in everywhere, hyping up Adam.

"Whoo, baby! Show her whose boss!" Blake's calling, which only makes Adam piston into you harder. You're gonna be thoroughly fucked out tomorrow.

Also, I'm imagining some REAL hard drugs at play to convince these boys (primarily Anders) to engage in this. So yeah, they all popped a molly beforehand. And it's hitting. Not only is it elevating the experience, making everyone a little extra sensitive, but everyone's also a little crazy ;)

I'm imagining it literally feels like a fucking fever dream. You got three sets of hands needily grabbing on you, and three mouths that don't shut up until they are occupied.

Adam and Blake Eiffel tower. That's it. That's the tweet. You're getting your mouth fucked by Blake, whose praising you.

"Ah- keep going sweetheart. Just like that." Gently petting your head and bobbing you up and down, while Adam just cackles in the back.

"Oh my god- I can't believe this is happening-" Adam's rambling, over-eager, until a particularly hard thrust makes him pause. "Fuck- yeah, take it."

Ders calls dibs on cumming inside you first! He wants a family the most, so if even there's even a slight chance on getting you pregnant, he calls first dibs. And to raise the kid as his own. It kinda kills the mood for everyone, but it riles Ders up and turns him on even more, so they move on quick and let him.

Also Ders !! He's the only one semi-sober enough to chastise everyone to drink water in between takes and rounds. Que Adam groaning, swearing he doesn't need 'more water' like some kind of 'little bitch' but still half-assing it by sneaking sips when no one’s looking, just so he can keep up.

Back to the recording aspect, I'm imagining all the messy close-ups of Blake absolutely eating your pussy out, canines grinning, talking with his mouth full. You'll tell him to stop getting distracted and he'll sink his teeth into your thigh just to hear you squeal.

"Ooooh...Hah, Tell me you caught that sound she just made, Ders!"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. Move over." He's pushing Blake out the way, it's his turn now.

You really can hardly get a single word in. They are all overly talkative, switching positions every second, fighting over who gets to use you and whose in charge of the cam. When one of them makes you cum, the other two are hollering like hype-men.

"Fuck- dude- overstimulate her!"

"Yeah, keep going. Oh my god, get a close up on her face."

At the end of the day you can't tell where one of them ends, and where you begin. All the voices kinda blend together until you don't know whose even talking or touching you!

(Might be the best sex of your life, I fear.)

[adams-angels]

Plssssass pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls do a adam x reader smut where adam is in heat or anything plssssssss

I had WAAAAY too much fun writing this one 🤭 I was originally gonna do another angel s/o but where's the fun in that? I spiced this up with a sinner s/o

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Heat

Smut below the cut! Minors dni

Extermination day. Once again. Yaaay! You hid in your apartment and waited. You knew he was coming. He was always coming.

You don't know why, but a couple years ago you were spared by Adam. Ever since then he always comes to check on you. Makes sure you're still alive. He says it's because it's funny watching you get pissed off at every little thing. Every little thing being his annoying ass.

You hear the knock at the door. It's the secret knock Adam made up so you'd know it was him. But this knock was rushed. Desperate almost. It sent a cold chill down your spine. It's not that you like Adam. You just don't want anything to happen to him and would be sad if he stops visiting but you don't LIKE him.

You quickly rush to the door, checking the peephole and there he was. Looking different? You unlocked the many bolts on your apartment door and let him in. He pushed himself past you, "what's up sinner tits?" Dumb name. You shut your door and lock it back up. "Hello, Adam." You look over at him and he looks restless. "You okay?" You ask, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine, whatever." He scratched his arm like he was a drug addict. Itching for his next hit.

Your mind raced. What if the exorcists know he's been visiting me? What if he has to kill me? What if- you're snapped out of your thoughts. "Stop overthinking. You do that too much." He groaned. "Okay?" You walk over to him, his body tenses. "Why are you acting weird?" His eyes widen, he takes a couple steps back. "M-me? Weird?! Ha! That's- that's fucking rich coming from you!"

Okay, something up. That stutter screamed something was up. You put your hands on your waist stepping closer to him, causing him to step back. You ended up cornering him once he was stopped by the wall. "what the hell is up with you, Adam. Tell me, right now!"

"I need you." He whined. You don't know if it was the fact he had no where else to go, or you were being quite demanding but you weren't expecting him to whine like that. But God, did it make you feel powerful. This devine being, whining like a whore. "Excuse me?"

"fuck, I need you, y/n. Please?" He pleaded. "Jesus, it's like you're a fucking heat." You joked but his whimper told you everything. "Noooo, fucking way. Do you- are you in heat?" You laugh at him. "Don't fucking laugh!" He grabs your wrist and spins you around, pinning you to the wall.

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

"I need to fuck you. I don't want to. But I need to. I can't stop thinking about you. No one else is working, so please." He begged, never in your afterlife did you think you'd see Adam begging for you. But here you are. In your apartment, Adam pleading with you. "I'll do it." He lit up. "On one condition." He groaned his forehead resting on yours. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you want, babe."

You look him in his LED eyes, "mask off." He hesitated, removing his head from yours to get a full look at your expression. "What? Why?" He asked, his tone would tell you he was annoyed by the request but inside he was scared. What if you changed your mind once you saw his actual face. "Because I like to look at the person who's going to fuck me." He whines, he's desperate right now, he needs you. He reaches for his mask, hesitates before taking it off.

He looked gorgeous, stunning, and surprisingly embarrassed. "You so-" he couldn't wait any longer, his lips crashed into yours, his tongue explored your mouth. There was no negotiation on who was dominating the situation.

His hands caressed your body starting at your neck tracing down to your waist before getting to your legs, he lifts you up with ease. Sloppily kissing you, as he takes you to the nearest surface, your side table. Sitting you on top of it, knocking off a couple of books, a small plant and a picture frame among other things.

He releases your lips to move on to your jawline then neck, covering you in marks. His marks. You can't help but moan at the sensation. His hands head straight to your pants, gaining access to your intimate area. Once your pants are off he whips off his robe and lifts you up from the side table. Lining up with your entrance. His eyes full of lust for you. He watched your face as he slid you onto his cock. It was perfect, dickmaster is right. It was like he cock was made to fit you. He didn't give much time for you to enjoy the fit before he started thrusting into you.

His arms wrapped around your back holding you close to his body. His teeth sinked into your neck, he moaned into your skin. Your hands found their way to the back and top of his head, tugging at his brown locks. His wings burst out, twitching and trembling as he buries his cock deep inside you. Filling you fully with his member, hitting that sweet spot with each thrust. "Fuck.. so good y/n" he mumbles into your neck. "So tight.."

His hips stuttered, he released your neck and went back to your lips, feeling you moan into his mouth sent him over the edge as he finished inside of you. His wings fell to the floor and you both crashed into the sideboard, Adam leaning on you for support. "Fuck.. bitch, who knew you'd feel so good." "Who knew you liked dirty sinners." You panted. "Don't spoil it."

[villainsimpqueen]

Not Alone.

Adam x Sick! Reader (Gn)

So this one shot is a little self centered. Its completely a Reader One shot, gender neutral.

It is Angst & Comfort

But everything the Reader Experiences is true symptoms & a true epsiode of a unoffical/Unknown diagnosis sickness that I am being seen by a specialist to find a possible diagnosis amd hopefully meds.

This is also about my bad epsiode from last night, and im still trying to mentally recover from it, and so i decieded to write.

I wrote this as a way to self comfort but also to confort anyone out there that has similar experiences and for them to know that.

Your Not Alone.

As always, All my works are 18 plus, no minors allowed.

And To anyone who reads/likes/reblogs/relates to this post, Your doing amazing, and your so strong.

To the one shot fic.

Heaven was supposed to be eternally peaceful, All those with pain, illness & sickness in their past life would face it no more in heaven. 

That was how it was intended to be. 

So when you had passed away and entered those pearly gates you had thought your own illness had too poofed away like the heavenly dream and promise should have been. 

But it didn't. 

Yours had followed you, clinging to you unwanted and despite many heavenly high angels coming to aid you, the sickness had stayed attached and clung to you despite it not being a thing of peace and tranquility. 

The high angels did their best to console you as you wept after your first bad episode of the persistent sickness that had followed in your devine afterlife. 

They didn't understand it as much as you didnt understand, but they consoled you trying to tell you that perhaps it was heaven's plan for you to continue on with it, That maybe you were the key to stop it from happening on earth or at least an aid in finding cures for earth. 

It was unfair. 

But you couldn't openly say that, and so you tried ignoring it as you tried finding work to do to occupy your mind, the less you thought of it the better for your mental state. 

It was in your official heavenly work records that it would be best if you did not have a super laborious job, and for some reason, the work division department decided to assign you as the First Man… Adam's Assistant was the perfect job for you. 

Your new boss was…..definitely labor intensive. 

He seemed to not understand the concept of paperwork leaving you to do piles and piles of backwork, reading and organizing reports, compiling and binding them and sending them all out. Top of that the man did not seem to understand that his flirting, pick up lines and continuous offers to “treat you to dinner” was uninvited and unwelcome. 

You would have thought after the third kind no, and afterwards the short and curt blatant rejections to all his advances would have the Man gone and uninterested in you. 

But oh were you so wrong, if anything it only drove him to up his belt at flirting, and all that much to your displeasure. He always seemed to know where you were in the office and whether it was a door frame, fridge, table, desk he would lean or perch against it to start up his flirting. 

“Heya babes you free later tonight?”

“Whatsa man gotta do to get your number?” 

“Your looking fucking hot today, like always babes.” 

“If I had to pick you or an apple, it would be that fine ass anyday.” 

You hated how the last one had made you snort. It was so stupid, That it actually had made you laugh and you had regretted it when you saw the first man's masked eyes crinkle and sharp toothed grin only widened, which had made you immediately shot back.

“go choke on an apple Adam.” 

Before you fled the break room with your cup of coffee, warm in your hands, you had heard the man make a noise similar to amusement and he had shouted after you.

“Did that Babes, would rather choke on your instead. “ 

“I'm filing another HR report.”

“Ouuu Spicy!” 

You never knew you would be so grateful for him always appearing out of nowhere until now. 

You had been taking reports somewhere when you felt your body's red flags start to fly. 

Your vision of the office hall growing longer and shorter. Your breathing started to pick up and yet slowed down as your head started to feel like it was fading. Thoughts become hard to formulate  and your legs grow weaker with a tingling numbness that starts to rapidly climb. 

You had leaned against a wall trying to relax, trying to breathe, as time seemed to freeze and slowly tick away as you struggled to keep your eyes open. 

Your breaths heavily leave you as you begin to feel light and yet so heavy as you felt the tremors start to shake internally and knew it wouldn't be long before they showed outwardly. 

It was going to be a bad one. 

You dreaded as your mouth started to go dry, and tingled with a cold sensation before it started to taste as if you bit into a raw steak. 

The metalic taste of dirty pennies feels in your mouth as if your body's iron had decided to gather and party into your mouth all at once. 

Your ears began to ring and tingle as your hearing like your vision started to fade away and echo making things far sound near and things near sound far away. 

How long were you there for? How long since it started? 

You were going to fall. You were going to fall and you can't move to catch yourself! 

Your gonna- 

“You good babes?” Adams voice cut through the internal trapped dialog of your brain and ass your flicked your non stop fluttering eyes trying to see him, your vision being blurry and yet hyper focus at the same time as his voice echoed no stop in your ears far away and yet close you didn't even know how long it had been since he had asked. 

Your brain constantly jumps forward and yet lagging severely behind as your jaw and mouth muscles spasmed as you fought trying to open your mouth but couldn't. 

You can't move. 

And your going to fucking fall and collapse and fall on your face and you cant move. 

“You ain't gonna pass out on my babes are you?” Adams words echoed sounding near and far as you felt pressure start to take over your body, your gravity being utterly ripped apart as the Episode sunk its teeth and claws into with a vicious grin and glint in its eyes as you felt your eyes start fluttering and body start to fall back into the wall.

“Ah shit. Nope, Nope, easy down you go.” 

Hands grabbed at your shoulders, sending jolts through your entire body focusing into your numbed and useless legs as the hands led you down the ground safely, moving you carefully onto your back, a hand holding your head from the floor until it made contact with something hard yet soft. 

The need to talk burned through you but your jaw would correspond with your wishes. 

Your eyes burn even when closed, tears don't need a conscious thought to form as your eyes flutter open and close talking in nothing but the harsh lighting, black and sparkling spots that dance across your eyes as you struggle to breathe. 

When was your last breath? When did you breathe?! 

Something moving through your hair sent more jolts through your frozenly stiff and limp body. 

“It's okay babes. You okay..I got you, just breathe for me okay? Just breathe.”

The voice echoed in and out if your ears as your eyes fluttered shut the trembles coming out of you starting with in and making its way out as the numbing pains started to take hold into your legs. 

Tears streaming from your eyes as your jaw keeps tightening and loosening. 

Hell, this was hell. 

You were having a good day, today was a good day, so why? why? 

“Just let it out babes, you're okay, just breathe, I'm here, I got you.”

“Im….sor…ry” You managed to barely get out as your mind fogged once more and body stole away the ability to speak once again locking your jaw as your tremors  became more casing your chest to heave as your struggled to take each breath. 

You felt like you were dying. 

Are you dying this time? Which breath would be your last? 

Would you have to feel yourself suffocate slowly while you couldn't move? 

“Don't say that shit, You dont have a thing to be sorry for, i got you, just breathe Darlin.” 

Fingers moved through your hair feeling like they were going to split your head and skull right open. 

It was painful as much as it was comforting. 

Your hearing started ringing again you could hear muffled echoed voices, your brain struggling to put pieces together and when you could finally open your eyes again you saw bits and pieces of Adams face, and another, a woman.

You struggled to recognize her for a moment. 

Lute. 

“Sir I brought the wet cold towels and water as you stated, what else can I do to help.” 

They were helping you? 

They weren't going to leave you? 

More tears moved down your cheeks, they felt so cold, you felt so cold, you felt like you were on fire. 

“Thisbis all we can do, There body has to work it out on its own, I got this okay Just close off the Hall, dont allow any fuckers in. Give them privacy. I got this…Hey babes, I got you…Fuck your burning up..hey hey its okay breathe for me okay? soft breaths” 

Your eyes fluttered back close, involuntary jerking as something freezing surrounded your forehead making you out a noise of pain as you felt like daggers scratching and piercing your frontal skull dance around. 

Another when another cold thing shoved behind your neck right against your brain stim. 

The tremors worsen as you fight to breathe. You didn't need to hear them, you could tell each struggling inhale and shaky exhale was raspy as if it was a death rattle. 

Warmth covered your hands, making the tremors only worsen and the numbing splitting pain shot through your arms and into your legs making you clench your teeth and cry more. 

This is humiliating. 

“Fuck your hands are like ice…Hold on…” 

Rustling fabrics heard and your eyes tried finding it behind your closed eyelids, you couldn't open them as the lighting behind your eyelids were so bright and pure white you were sure if you opened them you wouldn't have vision at all. 

Something so unbearably heavy covered you, making you jolt and twitch, Your chest wracking as you struggled to breathe more gasping, gasping for air. 

“It's okay, let it out, I have you, you're doing so good.”

You're doing so well. 

How such words utterly broke you as you sobbed between broken gasps for air, the tremors bringing nothing but agony as your body felt like it was being electrocuted internally. 

“I…m…sorry.” 

It was the only thing you could raspily push out as you suffered trapped in your own flesh and bone as the very vessel you care and tended for failed you and imprisoned you. 

Allowing this greedy sickness to steal your life from you. 

Hands holding your head on the hard yet soft thing.

“Are they conscious?!” A voice echoed, sounding so far away. 

“Yes they're just in and out, they're okay. The report said this happens. We just gonna stay nice and calm and chill..They can hear us…aint that right babes? You just can't talk right now and that's okay. Just breathe, you're doing such a good job.” Adams comforting concerned words echoed each one fading in and out of your hearing as your brain tried to associate meaning.

How long has it been? It feels like years, god what if it was years. 

You couldn't tell how long you were there, how much time had passed as you suffered in forced silence.

“You want some water?” 

Yes. 

Yes you wanted water, that sounds so divine. 

Water to wash away the blood taste in your mouth? You needed it more than anything. 

Your throat and Jaw and tongue are failing you, making some strangled noses as you fight your body to try to move. 

You wanted to sob when you felt a hand move under your head and tilt it to the side, something pressed to your parted lips and cold, precious water slowly trickling in. 

Each small and allowed sip Adam had given you felt like a life line as if life was being allowed back into your husked of a useless failing body. 

You only had a couple of sips before your head was moved back and a hand found its way back to your hair. 

“That's it…We will try again in a moment.” 

That moment will feel like centuries. 

But as promised Adam provided you little sips of water, let you rest and breath for a moment and then continue the repeated steps. 

Over time you would finally, Finally, feel your body to allow you full utter consciousness. 

Becoming more aware as you flutter your eyes open slowly being allowed vision again with nothing obstructing your viewing privileges. 

You could see the lights of the hallway, the walls, how high they looked when you were forced to the ground. You took in soft golden eyes, not led lighted lines but real golden eyes. Tanned dark skinned face, with a stubbly chin of facial hair and the fluffiest and curly hair you ever seen with the strongest cowlick possible. 

Your brain struggled for a few moments before understanding that this was Adam. And that Adam was not wearing that strange mask thingy. 

As if seeing your sudden spurt of Alertness Adams golden eyes filled with relief, a soft encouraging smile forming on his real natural lips as he looked down at you.

“There you are.” He speaks softly as if he was so utterly proud of you.

There you are. 

You cried, you couldn't help it, all you could do was cry as you felt the numbness leave your body slowly, Adam only offered soft words. 

Soon With his help, You was able to sit up, feeling your head go light and foggy to slowly clearing as He offered you water.

“You can't come down this hall, find another route.” Lute's voice echoed down the hallway to you, making you too embarrassed but grateful. 

At least no other coworkers saw you collapsed and paralyzed on the floor. 

“I know you probably wanna be a bad bitch and all independent n all, but like, Can I fly you home, just to be sure you're safe?” Adam asked gently, something in his voice that caught your attention. 

You assessed your wings and took into account how they felt so utterly weak, there was no way you were flying. And how your legs still felt useless when you gave him a weak smile.

“I couldn't walk if I wanted to.” You told him and Adam moved, His arms finding way under your knees and around your back to effortlessly pick you up with ease.

It made you really take in just how Large he really was. 

Adam was practically a giant and sometimes it was hard to get that with all the slouching and leaning on things it's easy to forget

 that Adam was pushing twelve feet tall..

“Don't worry I got you, just relax babes.” Adam told you and for once you did, melting into his arms in relief as he moved out to a flying window and took off, His golden wings stretching out widely as they cut through the air with ease, Rotating and flapping when needed as he carried you in his thick yet strong arms. You stared at his face realizing Adam left his mask behind in the hallway and you couldn't help but notice how alluring Adam really was. 

“You want me to stop and grab you some food so you can just relax in bed or something?” Adam softly asked his golden eyes moving to land on you making you realize you had stared at him for a moment. 

“Uh..No i'll just order in.” You told him,You already felt like a burden enough, you didn't need to add onto it. 

Adam looked like he wanted to protest, but as he stared at your face you watched as it died immediately and he focused on getting you to your home. 

“You know where I live?” You asked after a few minutes as if it dawned on you.

“I know where all my Employees live Including an emergency contacts.” He states a serious note in his tone as he keeps his eyes ahead.

“Just like I knew how to aid you, I read all my Employees files. Shits are important like allergies in shit, I make sure everyones good..” 

You didnt..You didn't really expect this level of responsibility maturity  from Adam. You always thought he was just some Ass who wanted to sleep around…..which you were sure he still was but maybe not that much of an asshole. 

Soon he was landing on your house's landing dock. He walked inside your home holding you.

“So erm…, ya bed or couch?” He asked that change in his tone still ringing in your ears, yet it wasnt pity or any of that, more so like he was genuinely trying to be serious. 

You kinda miss one of his crude jokes. 

“My couch is fine.” You tell him and he took you to the couch settling you down easily before he kinda stared at you.

“Welp, see ya when you're ready to work again, text me if ya can't or if ya need anything and i gotcha.” He said before waving awkwardly at you and heading out to your house's loading dock. 

You watched him a thank you falling from your lips as you stared blankly at the tv, a hand grabbing your phone as you could hear Adams Wings spread outside. 

Your fingers tapping away at a screen and before you heard him launch up into the sky. a ringing sounded. 

You heard rustling from his pockets knowing he checked his phone, A noise leaving him before he was back in your house and on your couch, you turned on the Tv as he plopped on the other side of your couch. 

When you turned you saw how bright his g9lden eyes were, gleaming a wide excited smile on his face, his phone in his hand.

“Course I'll watch a movie with a baddie like you, what kind of ribs do you eat?”

_____Bonus______

Phone

Contact: Dumbassmcgee. (Adam)

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

Adam a previous date: Meeting at 9, be there

Adam a previous date: Wanna grab lunch afterwards? 😏🍕🌭

               I'll be there: You, a previous date

                

               No thanks.: You, a previous date

Adam, a previous date: Offer still stands Hottie 🙊

Trip and fall (Censored emoji): You, a previous date 

Adam, a previous date: LMAO LAME ASS KEYBOARD!! 🤣🤣🤣

Adam, A previous date: Here 🖕🖕🖕

                     Thanks.: You, a previous date.

                      🖕🖕🖕: You, a previous date.

 

Hey to not be a burden anymore than i have…..Do you By chance wanna stay and watch a movie. 🥺👉👈 Friends of course! 🧍‍♀️.                            : You now

[escape-music1432]

Prologue l

(MCU!Adam Warlock x Ex-Avenger!Reader)

Next

Description: I live for angst, and this is going to be just a short few parts where reader rejects Adam's advances but slowly finds themselves being hit with the realization that they do indeed harbor feelings; although, not as strongly, but they were beginning to grow.

Warnings: mentions of canonical deaths, swearing, reader fell for Steve Rogers,(more will be added accordingly)

Word count: 1,456

If you're reading this then, yes, the description is clickbait cuz it doesn't happen till way later in this short ahh story I'm writing.

None of this is proofread.

Follows the mcu timeline so keep up!

However I’d like to inform you that this is very much simplified and is based around vol.3 of Guardians of The Galaxy as well as Endgame, a small brief moment of Love and Thunder and the Holiday Special.

Enjoy and pls don't come for me, I'm just having fun and simping for this golden mf :)

Your life growing up on Earth was normal, it was simple and easy. You defiantly had it a lot easier than most kids your age, your parents weren't wealthy by any means, but they worked enough to keep you through school, annual trips and any interest or hobbies you had. Life was definitely complicated; it has a way of going so smoothly then immediately taking a quick turnaround.

You noticed many changes and small things you never noticed before, as you got older you started to realize some things didn't add up. You were one of the only kids who never had a story of hospital trips or broken bones. That is until you realized, in your early youth, that you weren't like many of your other peers. You had a condition, or so you thought.

You had an inhuman amount of strength which didn't fully begin to develop until your early teen years. The early signs in your youth were a healing factor you didn't even realize you had. Your mother called it a "blessing," a display of a Devine power watching over her only child, and your father couldn't agree more but that didn't stop them from worrying for your safety; not wanting you to make outrageous decisions. You had been through more than a handful of dangerous things, not limited to pretty hard falls, sporting accidents and worst of all. a car accident.

Your mother thought it was a blessing, but it was far from it, it was a horrible curse that tore you away from your family. That was a day you'd never forget, it was the day you lost both your parents. It was supposed to be a simple run to the grocery store, but you wanted to get ice cream with the money you earned at your first job. What growing young adult wouldn't want to spend their first paycheck on something they love?

What a sick way for life to show you just how horrible it can be.

"I want to do something nice for my favorite parents."

"We're your only parents, goofy."

"The best."

It was so wholesome, so relaxed. Nothing in that moment mattered. Then, just as your father slowed down at the stop light a car driving way over the speed limit rammed into the back of your car. It wouldn't have been as bad if it stopped at that but as traffic was picking up a semi slammed into the right side, everything spiraled from there. more than five to six cars were crumbled, tossed and turned. It wasn't just your parents you lost; many others were critically injured with only four deaths.

You woke up in the hospital weeks after, your body resting to heal all the wounds that the accident caused, it didn't take long for the world around you to haze together in a never-ending loop. You spent years fading in and out of consciousness, hurting more people than you'd like to just to get some sort of feeling within your chest.

It was mid-April when they found you, 'they' being SHEILD. They had been watching you for a long time, according to Nick Fury, an odd fatherly figure you had become close too.

They trained you, made you a strong independent young adult. They helped you control your strength, to hide your weaknesses and to be just what they needed for years to come. One question always plagued your mind and that was how you came to be. It was a mystery even to the knowledge of anyone in SHEILD, but you were still accepted, loved, happy even especially when you found out they had their own group called the Avengers.

In those years you made friends, or at least that's what you considered them. It was like a small group of friends that you worked with, but it was all you ever knew, and what you needed. You had met someone too, someone who rivaled your raw strength and endurance, his name was Steve Rogers. He was a superhuman from the past, a past you only head from in history books without any mentions of Hydra.

You fought alongside them before the Snap.

You became close to Rocket and Nebula during the aftermath of Thanos' cleanse. Their whole friend group was gone and with no one else to turn to, you welcomed them in without hesitation, letting them bunk in your small space. Yes, the remaining Avenger's welcomed them too but not as closely as you had, not as emotionally intimate.

You were nothing short of sweet with an even shorter fuse, a surprising mix the two didn't expected from an innocent, young looking Terran. You and Nebula had various heated arguments, although none of it was taken to heart due to missing the ones you've lost, which none of you could blame the other for. As much as Nebula was easy to annoy, she was just as hardheaded, completely stubborn to any of your helping words or actions. Rocket was just about the same dare you say a little less.

It took you years to break Nebula down enough to even have her talk about her sister; Rocket folded after a few to many drinks after only a year, speaking little of his younger years, mostly his inability to form a decent connection he didn't ruin.

They both came to you to deal with their sadness, and guilt. Each time one of them came to you, you'd dropped everything to welcome them in with open arms and sweet words to help them through each panic attacks, wants of self-harm and fears.

You weren't just Rocket and Nebulas rock; you were everyone's remaining will to keep pushing forward during those dark days. You lost so little compared to them... so little. It's funny, your lack of loss felt like nothing compared to the hardships they faced. You lost most of your friends from joining SHIELD then the Avenger's and your parents were lucky enough to not see what the world had come too. Everyone in the Avengers were close to you but none of them were as close to you as the only person you had left. Steve had been your stone during the whole five years of collapse on Earth. It may not have felt like much, but he was the closest thing you had to family left until you met Rocket and Nebula, then life felt just a little fuller.

You and Steve had an understanding, a mutual agreement to keep yourselves afloat. You knew he still missed Peggy, even after all these years. That didn't stop you from catching feelings, feeling you knew were wrong and forbidden, but those five years opened up your eyes to what kind of person he really was. Just like everyone else he would come to you when it started to really gnaw at him, and those nights spent talking, crying about anything and everything were just that... everything to you in the most bittersweet way possible.

After everything happened, defeating Thanos for good, losing a close friend not only to you but to Steve, gaining back the ones that were snapped away, Rocket had come to you after everything had been set back to semi-normal lively hood. He offered you the possibility of joining his crew and becoming a Guardian, but you refused at first, saying you had things to make sure were in order, but it was mostly to stay beside Steve but like everything good, it didn't last long.

When Steve left to travel back in time to return the stones, you already knew the outcome and every ounce of your being ached with betrayal, not at him but at yourself. You still harbored small feelings even after his dull blue eyes looked up at you, his soft hug embracing you so gently you thought you'd melt. He may have been much much older but that didn't stop you from bursting into tears at losing not only a friend but a love interest.

"You have a life to live too, don't let anyone stop you from living it."

You knew he finally got his wish, his happy ending living life with Peggy you knew the hold on your feelings for him were fantasy and delusion. It hurt more than you would like to admit but you were happy, happy he got everything he dreamed of having and more.

After that you found no real reason to stay on Earth and with everything that had led up to that, you said good-bye to your life on Earth and started a new chapter as not only an ex-Avenger but now a Guardian of The Galaxy.

[mendeshoney]

apple of my eye, take a bite

A/N: surprise surprise! this is a part two to "a taste of the devine," with a special little halloween twist! to my lovelies, @pyotrkochetkov and @smileysvech happy halloween babes! the title is inspired by lyrics from the song “eve” by precious pepala

Summary: You and Andrei go to the team Halloween party at a club, and it takes Andrei down memory lane.

Pairing: andrei svechnikov x f!reader

Word Count: 5,120

Warnings: five year age gap, older woman x younger man, fluff, previously established dynamics (including msub x fdom dynamics, switch, mdom x fsub dynamics), smut, semi-public sex (in a club), hints of biting/hickies, penetration, finish inside, unprotected sex

Russian terms used (bearing in mind the author does not speak Russian and definitely Google’d these) can be referenced here.

~

“I feel like this won’t make much sense,” Andrei quietly mumbles to himself, adjusting the ‘hat’ of his costume, his eyes casting to the side once he sees movement from inside the closet.

The sliding frosted glass door is closed, so he can only see your shadow as you move around, and he can feel himself start to get antsy.

You’d kept your part of the couples costume a shrouded secret from him, claiming you wanted to surprise him. 

As far as surprises go, he typically liked yours a lot, but given his current predicament, he found himself a little more anxious than normal.

He glances at himself in the vanity mirror in your shared bedroom, running a cursory hand over the fuzzy material of his Halloween costume, and frowning a little at his reflection.

“Kroshka, I don’t-” He starts, cutting himself off and turning back toward the closet when he hears the sliding door open. 

You finally emerge, body in an emerald green mini dress that you’d sewed fake vines onto so that they curled and twisted around your figure, enhancing your silhouette, vines trailing down your shoulder and around your arms until they rested delicately on your wrists. Those beautiful legs of yours donned a pair of thigh high velvet stiletto boots, the color matching your dress perfectly. 

You looked a lot more like that character that Evgeny used to tease him for having a crush on when they were kids, Poison Ivy, than you did the biblical Eve.

Sukin syn.

Andrei’s hard in seconds, heart pounding furiously as his stomach flutters.

Babochki, he thinks. Butterflies.

He laughs suddenly, feeling nervous out of the blue. 

“What do you think?” You ask, turning your body a little so he can get a better view.

“I think there’s butterflies in my stomach,” he says honestly, the words coming out faster than he can process, but when you flush deeply, he feels a twinge of satisfaction. 

“You still have a way with words, don’t you?” You tease, trying to look anywhere else but him, and he knows that strategy.

Sometimes, when you’re not sure how to receive his compliments, you try to brush them off, but tonight’s not a night Andrei can let that fly.

He can feel his hands twitching at his sides, and his feet are moving towards you before he even realizes, that familiar gravitational pull too strong to resist.

“Ty vyglyadish' krasivo, lyubov' moya.” He murmurs. You look beautiful, my love.

You smile at his words, his hands coming to rest on your waist and pull you closer. “Spasibo, malysh.” You finally seem to take in his costume, and you giggle lightly. “You look so cute!”

He frowns, brows pinched together. “I’m glad you think so.”

You smile, giggling a little more. “Of course I think so.”

“Remind me again why I couldn’t just be ‘Adam’ for Halloween?” He asks, fingers playing with a fake vine on your shoulder.

“Because no one cares about Adam,” you remind him gently. “The story’s about Eve and the Apple. Adam’s just there.”

Andrei pouts a little, turning back toward the mirror and staring at the apple suit that covers his upper half, the red hat on his head with the apple’s stem and a little leaf, and the dark brown pants on his legs. “I guess so,” he laments, then turns his gaze back to you.

You know him so well at this point that when the corner of your mouth quirks up in a small smile, he isn’t even surprised, and just smiles right back at you. “Don’t worry, shchenok, everyone still thinks you’re sexy.”

“I don’t care about everyone,” he says without a second’s hesitation. “Just you.”

A small flush works its way up your neck and cheeks. “I still think you’re sexy, too.”

Andrei’s heart pounds then, that familiar disbelief that he was able to call someone like you the love of his life surfacing in his chest. He bends his head, pride surging through his veins when you accept his kiss. 

“We should probably go soon,” you murmur against his mouth.

Andrei hums, shrugging. “Or we could stay home. Have our own little Halloween party.”

“Not an option, I’m afraid.” You say, and pull yourself out of his arms to head back into the closet. He watches, completely entranced, as you pull on a pair of thigh high velvet stiletto boots, the color matching your dress perfectly, and he can feel himself start to tent in his pants. 

“Kroshka,” he tries again, the word nearly getting caught in his throat, “Are you sure we can’t just-”

You cut him off by standing, grabbing your small clutch and his car keys, tossing a curt “Let’s go, moye yabloko” over your shoulder as you head to the garage.

Andrei glances at himself in the mirror one last time, offering his reflection a long-suffering sigh, before grabbing his wallet and trailing after you.

~

His teammates don’t laugh as much as he expected, which he supposes is because out of all the costumes tonight, he looks the least ridiculous.

Jesperi, Teuvo, and Sebastian are dressed as Alvin and the Chipmunks - Jesperi was elected to be Theo against his will, Teuvo gladly accepted the role of Simon because it meant he was the smartest, which left Sebastian as Alvin, who claimed it was only fair since his last name began with an ‘A’ - Freddie, Anti, Jacob, and Brett dressed up as Michaelangelo, Donatello, Leonardo, and Rafael from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Brent was dressed as Sully from Monsters Inc, and those were just the costumes he managed to figure out on his own.

There were far too many others for him to keep track of or understand and some were just a headache to look at, so he ended up focusing on the one thing he knew would keep his attention - the way your ass moved in your dress as you walked through club toward the VIP section they’d reserved for the team party.

The girls complimented you on your outfit and assured Andrei that he looked cute instead of silly, and it only made him feel marginally better.

He was still dressed as a giant apple for the night, after all, while his bombshell of a girlfriend looked like a walking fantasy.

After you’d said hello to everyone, the two of you ended up separated, the girls heading out to the dancefloor, some of the guys heading to the bar to grab drinks and snacks, and the rest settling into the VIP section.

Andrei plopped down between Jesperi and Freddie, removing his costume’s hat and putting it on the little table in their section, tuning out most of the conversation happening within the first ten minutes and instead finding himself focused on you and that beautiful dress out on the dance floor.

His eyes were glued to you as you danced, lost in the familiar way your hips moved and how carefree you were. Other people may have needed a little bit of alcohol in them to be so uninhibited, but you didn’t. You never had.

Watching you now, it reminds him of the first night he met you.

It had been earlier this year, when the guys had been having a particularly rough week of games, and they’d gone out to a club to relieve some stress.

You’d been there with some of your friends, and Andrei had been feeling a little bit too confident after a few drinks. He’d locked eyes with you barely ten minutes after he’d arrived and couldn’t take his eyes off you the whole night, couldn’t seem to find the need to wander more than ten feet out of your orbit.

He finally found the courage to approach you after Martinook had all but threatened to send Freddie after you first, pushing off the bar and heading over to you. 

He tried the gentlemanly approach, introduced himself properly by taking your hand, and from that first touch there was this crazy electric wildfire of sexual tension that neither of you seemed to be able to deny. You didn’t seem disturbed by him being five years younger than you, and he couldn’t have cared any fucking less about you being twenty eight. 

He worried for maybe half a second about you not being able to understand him through his accent, but you had no problems with it, even beyond the blaring music of the club. Then, he offered to get you a drink or a bottle of water - whatever you wanted really, he didn’t care - before asking if you minded if he joined you for a dance.

One dance became two, then four, then six, and then the next thing he knew, you both had locked yourselves in a storage closet down the back hall of the club and he had you pinned against the wall, his jeans and boxer briefs around his thighs, your dress hiked up to your waist, thong pulled to the side, and his cock buried so deep inside of you that you had to bite down on the meaty flesh of his shoulder to keep from crying out too loudly. 

You’d fucked twice in that closet before you took him back to your place and fucked another two times. In the morning, you’d managed to contain yourselves in the shower, but Andrei lost all restraint and licked your pussy on your kitchen table until your throat grew hoarse and your legs shook so much your table started to squeak.

He managed to rein it in and take you on a date two days later, and then you invited him out for dinner another three days after that. After about ten dates without any sexual interactions at all, and about a month in total of you actually knowing each other, he’d asked you to be his girlfriend, and you both celebrated when you said ‘yes’ to him by locking yourselves in at his place and fucking like bunnies for about two days.

Andrei had learned everything about what you liked in bed in that first month, and you’d learned everything about what he liked. 

You’d also learned enough about one another that Andrei was pretty sure he’d end up marrying you and having about five or seven kids within the next seven years, because there was no possible way he’d ever manage to find someone as brilliant as you ever again.

And at this point, you’d barely been dating a year. 

He’d say he was probably moving too fast in any other circumstance, but he was pretty sure you were on the same page.

He feels a nudge in his side, and Andrei glances over, momentarily shocked because he’d completely forgotten his friends were dressed in costumes, and the orange fabric around Freddie’s eyes nearly scared him shitless for a second. 

“You want another drink? The chipmunks lost a bet so they’re buying for the night.” Freddie says, gesturing to where Jesperi had gotten up and was now writing down orders on his phone. 

“Sure,” Andrei says. “I’ll take one.”

Jesperi points to where you are on the dance floor and asks Andrei “One for her too, right?”, and when Andrei nods, Jesperi gives him a thumbs up before stalking over to the bar.

He has a feeling it’s going to take Jesperi awhile to put in the drink orders for the whole section, so Andrei resumes watching you, reminiscing on the day you first met and chiming in on the conversations around him every now and again.

You finally wander over with the girls once the drinks arrive, and Andrei immediately opens his arms, feeling content when you settle into his embrace and onto his lap. He hands you your drink, careful to keep your hair out of your face when you take a sip.

There’s a sound of fake retching, and you and Andrei cut your eyes to where Jesperi’s making faces at the two of you. You roll your eyes, settling into Andrei a little more, and he wraps his arms around your waist, securing you to him.

“Jealous, KK?” One of the other girls asks, and Jesperi’s nose scrunches.

“Hardly.” He scoffs. “I’m basically watching my older sister make out with one of my best friends. It’s disturbing.”

Andrei feels you stiffen in his arms, but Jesperi’s already turning away, and Andrei squeezes you gently. “Zajka?”

You turn to Andrei, a slightly stunned expression on your face. “I…does he really think of me that way?” 

“What way?” Andrei asks, bringing a hand up to gently caress your cheek. 

He can see the shock starting to settle in a little more. “Like an older sister?”

And though Andrei knows they’ve never really talked about it, because it’s not really a topic that would come up, he knows for certain the answer is yes. 

Especially after the way you looked after everyone during the beach trip this past summer, all Andrei heard for weeks during training camp and preseason was how much everyone missed your cooking, people asking how you were doing, and demands for him to bring you around more.

Since you’d barely been together for six months at that point, he didn’t push you about it at all because he didn’t want you to feel pressured or rushed, even though he knew you liked everyone just fine. It was another thing he felt like would make it feel like this was going too fast, even though you’d probably be on the same page about this, too.

“I think a lot of them think that way.” He admits. “Pretty sure Freddie thinks of you as a younger sister. Burnsy too, to be honest.”

There’s a thoughtful look in your eyes now, and after a beat, you nod. “I didn’t know that.”

“Is that…is that okay?” He asks, slightly unsure. He doesn’t know that he’s seen you this…contemplative before.

You turn to Andrei, and give him that dazzling smile of yours he loves so much. “Of course it’s okay. Just took me by surprise a little.”

He nods, sitting up a little more so he can press a kiss to the base of your neck. “They love you as much as I do.”

Andrei’s surprised when his kiss makes you shiver a little, and he pulls back a bit, raising a brow at you.

You flush, suddenly bashful. “I just…” He raises a brow when you seem to be trying to find the words to say, and you gesture with your head towards the dancefloor. “Feels familiar, doesn’t it?”

Realization hits Andrei and he smiles, nodding. “It does, zajka.” 

A sly, cheshire smile works its way onto your lips, and Andrei feels his heart begin to pound in anticipation. “Let’s see just how well you can tempt me a second time, moye yabloko.” 

You’re downing the rest of your drink and getting up from his lap faster than he can blink, and then you’re heading back out to the dancefloor with the girls. 

As Andrei watches you walk away, he catches the wink you send him over your shoulder before you disappear into the crowd, and he smirks to himself. 

Da nachnetsya igra.

Let the games begin.

~ 

Drink in hand, Andrei makes his way through the crowd, his puffy apple costume coming in hand by parting the crowd a little as he moves - he even has the ridiculous hat on again - until he finally reaches where you are in the middle of the dance floor. 

He taps gently on your shoulder, and when you turn around, your eyes look up at him curiously, a small smile on your face.

Andrei leans down so you can hear him better, saying “Hi, I couldn’t help but notice you earlier, and I thought I’d introduce myself and bring you a drink.”

It’s not exactly what he said that first night, but it’s close enough. So what if he skipped a few cheesy lines?

You lean back a little, staring at the drink in his hand before taking it with a small amount of hesitation. “Thank you,” you say back, leaning in like he had. “That’s really thoughtful of you.”

“I’m Andrei,” he says, holding his hand out.

You take it, shaking it once when you tell him your name in return.

The nostalgia has those butterflies resurfacing in his stomach, and he tries his best not to smile like a total idiot. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” You say, then smirk a little at his costume. “You know, I’m pretty sure I was warned to stay away from you.”

He laughs a little, stepping closer into your space. Bending down so he’s right next to your ear, he rests a hand on your waist and says “One bite won’t hurt.”

At your responding chuckle, Andrei feels goosebumps ignite on his arms. “I’ve heard that before.”

“It’s different this time,” he promises. “It’s just us. And there’s no punishment.”

“Sounds a little too good to be true,” you say, pulling away a little and taking a sip of your drink, blinking up at him from under your lashes.

Andrei rights himself, shrugging. “Only one way to find out, isn’t there?” He gestures with his head towards a hallway that he’d confirmed about ten minutes ago had both a storage closet as well as what looked like an unused office full of boxes, but still came equipped with a couch and a perfectly solid desk.

He makes his way toward the hall, waiting for all of five minutes before you appear in front of him, the glass your drink was in now empty save for the cherry stem he already knew had a knot in it.

“Fancy seeing you here,” you joke, taking careful steps toward him. 

He holds a hand out, pleased when you take it, and he leads you toward the end of the hall. The door to the storage closet is on the left, and the door to the empty office is on the right. He places you in front of him, his hands resting on your waist from behind.

“Pick a door, zajka.” He says softly. 

You hum a little, taking a step forward. You open the door on the right first, but there’s a small noise that leaves you, and Andrei’s confused when you don’t take a step inside. You open the door to the left, and the second you see the closet, you spin around, smiling wickedly at him before pulling him inside.

He flips you the second he crosses the threshold, shutting the door and locking it before pinning you against the wood, placing his arms on either side of your head. “Didn’t like the office?”

You shake your head, tilting your chin up, waiting. “Not the same.”

“I would’ve liked fucking you on the desk.” He admits, the image of it still fresh in his brain.

“You didn’t fuck me on a desk till I moved in with you.” You remind him.

He smirks. “Oh I remember,” he promises. “Hard to forget the time you made me come so hard I almost passed out.”

You shrug. “You’re still alive, aren’t you?”

He drops one of his hands from the door only to bring it up between you, running a finger down the side of your neck, to your collarbone, your chest, before teasing at the neckline of your dress. 

“If you rip this dress before you get me in your bed, moye yabloko, you’ll be sorry.” You warn, but even so, your back arches off the wall, pushing your chest into his touch.

Andrei smirks. He’s never been one to shy away from his punishments.

Instead, he trails his hand down your dress and to the hem, pushing it up your thighs until he can reach under it to bring his fingers to your core, pleased when he finds the fabric of your thong already soaked. 

“May I, moya koroleva?” He asks sweetly, eyes focused on where his hand lingers. 

You nod, breath hitching a little when he pulls your thong to the side and runs his finger between your folds. “I want it like the first time.”

Andrei blinks, eyes darting back up to your face. 

That first night was intense - and beautiful - but also not the kind of sex the two of you have most often. He likes to please you, likes taking his time warming you up or worshiping you the way he’s learned that you like best. Other than the occasional quickie, you two rarely ever just get straight to it.

“Can you take me like this? Right now?” He checks.

“I can,” you say. You reach forward, fingers finding one of the belt loops of his pants and pulling him forward. “Please, malysh. I don’t want to wait.”

His heart beats hard against his ribcage. 

It’s rare that you’re the one pleading for him, that you’re the one asking for it this way, and he can feel the way his breath starts to stutter as he tries to maintain his composure.

The second he nods in agreement, it’s a race to get inside of you.

In a hurry, the two of you work to unbutton and unzip his pants, shuffling them down his thighs along with his boxer briefs. His aching cock springs free, and before you can reach for him, he’s bending down to lift you up and pin you against the wall, helping to wrap your legs around his waist. 

He balances you in one arm as you press your weight into the wall, reaching down to line his cock up to your entrance. The second he can feel it catch, he presses in at the same time that you angle your hips downward, and he pushes until he’s seated all the way inside and his hips press yours against the wall.

You take a gasping breath, head lolling back as your eyes squeeze shut, arms flying to his shoulders and nails digging into the skin as your pussy grips him tightly. 

“Zajka?” He asks, worried. “Are you okay?” 

You nod, breathing harshly through your nose. “Move, malysh, spasibo. I need you.”

Andrei has a sudden feeling he’s going to have a hard time trying to remember to breathe if you keep talking.

Carefully, he pulls his hips back until just the head of his cock rests inside, and then he pushes back inside in one brutal stroke that seizes the breath from your lungs once more.

“Just like the first time,” he reminds you, before setting a rough and steady pace. 

Your moans fill the room in seconds, and Andrei doesn’t care anymore about who can hear you or who can’t. 

Especially when he knows you couldn’t care less about it either.

This time, you’re not at Freddie’s house and worried about making a good impression. 

You’re here, with him, pretending like it’s the first night you met all over again, except this time there’s less to be cautious of for both of you.

Although…

If you do want it like it’s the first time again…

“You can’t moan too loud, kroshka.” He says, pressing in closer to you as his strokes slow a little, dragging himself in and out of you with precision. “Don’t want anyone to hear how pretty you are when you’re dripping on my cock, do you?”

Recognition flashes in your eyes like a bright flame, and you capture your lip between your teeth, nodding obediently. 

“Need something to bite down on, my beautiful Eve?” He murmurs, gathering you up in his arms and pushing until he’s flush against you, tilting his head to expose his neck. “Do it, it’s okay.”

You wind your arms around his shoulder and lean forward, and when Andrei feels your lips on his neck, his whole body shivers, groaning at the way he can feel your teeth bite down before licking over the wound, then sucking a bruise into the skin.

That’s another thing the two of you don’t give a shit about anymore. 

Andrei’s all too proud to wear your marks like a badge of honor, so as you suck on his skin, feeling his pulse beneath your tongue, he knows you take notice of the way his cock drives deeper into you.

He doesn’t know if he’ll be able to manage a second round in this closet, too desperate to fill you up and then drag you home so he can do it over and over again.

When his hips stutter a little, you finally pull away from his neck, leaning back to examine your work, smiling proudly. “Such a pretty little thing, moye yabloko.”

Fuck.

It is just like the first night all over again.

Andrei remembers the dirty things you whispered to him then, too. He remembers how he’d never heard something so sultry, so sexy in his entire life. It somehow made him hornier, made him feel like he could go insane with how much it made him need you even more in that moment. 

It was like you knew exactly what to say and what to do to drive him insane, to make him feel like he would do anything to prove to you just how good he could be. 

“You’re the same good boy you were that first night, too,” You taunt again when he doesn’t respond, and a sharp hiss falls from his lips when you tug his hair harshly, prompting him to tilt his head up so he can look at you.

His knees nearly buckle, and he thrusts hard into you once in warning. 

“You can’t say things like that,” he breathes out, focusing on fucking into you in deep, hard strokes. 

“Why?” You breathe out, bringing your hands from his shoulders and tossing the hat of his costume off of his head before sinking your fingers into his hair. 

He shakes his head. Any other man might be embarrassed, but that’s never been a thing between the two of you, and especially not when you’re being intimate. 

“It makes me…u menya babochki.” Andrei admits, trying his best to stay focused. I get butterflies.

“Babochki?” You ask, tone just shy of a whine, slightly mocking him. “Do I give my pretty shchenok butterflies?”

He looks up when he feels your hand on his cheek, staring into your eyes, and he can feel himself getting closer to his orgasm just looking at you. You run your thumb over his lips as they part, resting the pad of it on his tongue before his cheeks hollow, sucking gently on the digit. 

You smirk, eyes rolling back in your head when Andrei gives a particularly hard thrust, causing your back to arch a little more and your body to press further against his. He can tell you’re getting closer, can read all your little tells. 

The way your chest starts to heave, how he can see your nipples starting to poke through the fabric of your dress, the way your body starts to go lax, thumb slipping from his mouth and hand moving to rest on his chest instead. 

“You gonna come for me?” You ask, tone somewhere between taunting and begging. 

Andrei nods furiously, welcoming the molten lava spreading across his spine as he finds solace inside of you. “Da, moya koroleva.”

“Gonna come inside of me?” This question is definitely a taunt. “Gonna fill up the pretty stranger the very first night?”

“I did it once,” he reminds you. “I’d do it again, but only for you.”

Your blinding, satisfied smile takes over your face and Andrei feels his heart fall to your feet in adoration. “Come with me,” he begs.

You nod, tilting your hips a little until he’s hitting that beautiful spot inside, and your eyes flutter shut, pussy squeezing tighter around him.

He loses all control after that, cock pounding into you in a frenzied, nearly manic pace, trying so hard to keep going for you while also chasing his own orgasm. 

When he feels you lock him in that familiar death grip, your come drenching his cock and making the slide oh so right, his eyes squeeze shut, and a loud, satisfied groan leaves his mouth as he throbs, spilling inside of you until he feels like he can’t breathe right.

For a moment, the two of you can only remain like that - you slumped and sated in Andrei’s arms and his hips pinning you to the wall. 

When he feels you begin to squirm, he carefully pulls out of you, then sets you back on your own two feet as gently as he can. He’s quick to locate a stack of paper towels behind him and grabs a few to help you clean up before pulling your thong back into place and tossing the paper towels into a trash can near the door.

“Do I look okay?” You ask, fussing with your dress.

Andrei nods, letting out a content sigh. “Beautiful as always. What about me?”

When you glance up at him, Andrei’s expecting the same, but then you blink, and a surprised laugh practically barks out of you. It startles him a little, and your hand is flying to cover your mouth, eyes glistening with delight.

“What?” He presses, starting to fuss with his own costume. “What is it?”

“Drei, how hard did you come?” You ask through fits of giggles.

“You said like the first night, so pretty hard.” He admits, unashamed. “Why?”

“You’re…you’re…” You can barely say it through your laughter. After a second, you take a deep breath, calming yourself, and then smile at him happily. “You’re as red as an apple.”

If he - apparently - wasn’t already red, he definitely would be by now. 

“How bad is it?” Andrei asks, rubbing at his face absently. 

You shrug. “No better and no worse than after a shift on the ice.”

He pouts, brows furrowing. “I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”

“It’s normal,” you explain. “It might be tough to explain away when we say goodbye to everyone in a minute, but it’ll be alright.”

“We’re going home?” He asks, already excited. 

You nod, shrugging your shoulders a little. “Pretty sure that’s what we did the first night, too.”

He smirks, stepping closer to you and pulling you to him by your waist. “We did a lot of things that first night. And the next morning.”

Your own cheeks flush now, and you nod. “That we did.”

“Feel like a trip down memory lane, kroshka?” He murmurs, already leaning down.

You rise up on your tiptoes, lips brushing against his when you say “I think that sounds lovely, malysh,” before kissing him softly.

[tswhiisftteedr]

☆ WIPs List ☆

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ = NSFW ᬊ = SFW ིྀ𖤜໋᳝݊ = Crack 𓈒ིུ𖤛 = Fluff ♬⃝ = Angst

Just a list of my works in progress.

Order;

Almost done → Not Started

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ 𓈒ིུ𖤛 Don’t worry, I’m right here with you. - Husk x Fem!Reader 𓈒ིུ𖤛 ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ (done)

ᬊGay Panic - Adam x Winner!Male!Reader (suggestive) ᬊ

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ No Escape. - Yandere!Vox x Gn!Reader ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ 𓈒ིུ𖤛 First Night - Zestial x FTM!Reader 𓈒ིུ𖤛 ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

ᬊ Old Mens - Vox x Gn!Reader x Alastor ᬊ

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ ིྀ𖤜໋᳝݊ 𓈒ིུ𖤛Cherri’s Room - Cherri Bomb x Fem!Reader 𓈒ིུ𖤛 ིྀ𖤜໋᳝݊ ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

ᬊ Bad Bitches - Velvette x Assassin!Sinner!Fem!Reader ᬊ

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ I’m not just a bitch. I’m a bitch with a backstory! - Possessive!Katie Killjoy x Fem!Reader ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ 𓈒ིུ𖤛 Love At First Sight - Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader 𓈒ིུ𖤛 ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ Well, Um— Hello there..? - Sir Pentious x Fem!Reader ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

ᬊ 𓈒ིུ𖤛 Support Angel - Lute x Winner!Fem!Reader 𓈒ིུ𖤛ᬊ

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ Mask Off - Adam x Gn!Reader ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ Envy - Adam x Fem!Reader ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ Pure Angelic Power - Yandere!Adam x Winner!Gn!Reader ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ Jealousy, Jealousy~ - Adam x Winner!Gn!Reader ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

ᬊ ིྀ𖤜໋᳝݊ Pickup Lines - Adam x Winner!Fem!Reader ིྀ𖤜໋᳝݊ ᬊ

ᬊ 𓈒ིུ𖤛 Break Time - Adam x Secretary Angel!Male!Reader 𓈒ིུ𖤛ᬊ

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ Fuck Buddies - Adam x Sinner!Gn!Reader ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ Punishment By The Devines - Adam x Sin’s Child!Gn!Reader ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

ᬊ 𓈒ིུ𖤛 Humanity's Father - Adoptive Dad!Adam x Adopted Daughter!Winner!Reader (Platonic) 𓈒ིུ𖤛ᬊ

ᬊ Trip to Hell - Adam x Young Angel!Gn!Reader x Lute (Platonic) ᬊ

ᬊThe Dream-Demon - The Vees, Valentino & Vox, Valentino, Vox, Velvette, Alastor, Lute x Bill Cipher like!Fem!Reader ᬊ

ᬊ First-Man-Saviour - Lucifer Morningstar, Lute, Adam, Charlie, Vaggie, Niffty x Angel!Gn!Reader (reacting to reader saving Adam during the extermination. Adam and Lute have both platonic and romantic reactions, while the others are purely platonic) ᬊ

ᬊ Shrimpy~ - Floyd Leech x Yuu!Gn!Reader ᬊ

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ Pharos’s - Overblot!Jamil x Yuu!Gn!Reader ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ Snake’s Tongue - Split Tongue!Jamil x Pierced Tongue!Yuu!Gn!Reader ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ Mating Season - In Heat!Lilia Vanrouge x Yuu!Fem!Reader ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

Navigation. Rules. Commissions.

(Request Are Paused - Commissions Are Still Open)

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Worthy - Hailey Upton x Matt Casey!Sister!Reader - Chicago PD

Request:  Could you do a hailey upton x fem reader? The reader is Matt Casey's sister and works in Intelligence.

I was the one that asked for the hailey upton x female reader. Maybe do where the reader has knows about Hailey's past and supports her when she talks about it in a interrogation to a boy (this was a episode in season 6). The other could be something involving New York.

Warning: mentions of domestic violence, domestic abuse, alcoholism, suicide, murder, 

Previously in Chicago P.D. 6x06

You stood with your arms crossed, leaning against the filing cabinet as Hailey went into the interrogation/interview room.

“Your dad, he beat your mom too, right?” Hailey’s question left you to frown, wondering how Hailey was working this all out.

“When was it the worst? Morning? Night?” When she didn’t get a response, she just let out a breath, her face blank and voice soft, “for me, it was worse on the weekends.”

Kevin glanced at Adam but you kept your eyes glued on Hailey through the one-way glass.

“My dad... would start drinking early. Like, noon. He’d just sit around, getting more and more pissed off. My brothers and I, we were just kids, you know? We wanted to have fun. And it drove him crazy. So he’d pick a fight with my mom, saying that we were being too loud. She’d defend us, because she always did. So he’d go after her, and then he’d come after us, with anything he could get his hands on. Belt, extension cord.”

You were about to walk out when you heard the suspect’s question.

“You ever think about killing yourself?”

Hailey’s voice was croaky as she replied, “yeah, but I didn’t, because I’m strong like you.”

“Hailey’s good. If this cop thing doesn’t work out, she should think about being an actor.”

Kevin’s statement had you rolling your eyes.

It wasn’t an act or a story.

“Sometimes I get this... anger inside of me. It’s like a need for revenge, you know, like I want someone to feel the pain that I felt. Do you know what I’m talking about?”

“I do.” A tear ran down the suspect’s face as they curled in on themself, sniffling.

You walked out of the room after that, heading down the hall to sit in the locker room.

///

You approached Hailey after the case had been solved.

You knew she felt guilty about what happened to Devin and she had Jay and Adam trying to comfort her but what she had said in the room with Devin was bugging you.

Hailey frowned, about to ask you what was wrong when she realised you had turned on your heel as soon as Adam approached her.

“Give me a minute, Y/n, wait up!”

“That story you told Devin, that was true, wasn’t it?” You asked quietly, glaring as you noticed Hailey’s hesitation.

“Y’know he difference between our childhoods, Hailey, is that I was twelve when my mother took the key to our father’s house that Matt left out. She took the key, went into his house and shot him. Our older sister was at college, she didn’t know what happened. She didn’t know he was a monster who had begun to verbally abuse Matt and I after abusing our mother for years. She snapped and shot him. Your mother put up with the abuse.”

You didn’t see how Hailey’s eyes widened at your elaboration of your childhood. You figured Hailey already knew bits of it, since your family’s skeletons were pulled from the closet and plastered on billboards around Chicago, back when Matt was running for Alderman.

“It’s because of that and what I heard when you spoke to Devin that I know you’re not okay about what happened to him. And, yeah, I know you have Jay and Adam to comfort you, but I understand too-” You were cut off as Hailey slammed into you, her arms wrapping around you in a hug as you let out a breath, hugging her back.

/// Time skip 8x03

“What did the FBI offer you?” Jay asked over his drink, leaving Hailey to chuckle.

“Hm, okay. Joint level task force with the HIG, all interrogations, all high level targets.”

“Sure, sure, sure, sure, that sounds awesome. It’s a good pay.” Jay brushed off for a moment before acknowledging the pay.

“It’s a great pay. Honestly, made me a little embarrassed about what we get paid.” Hailey laughed, noticing Jay’s grimace.

“Well, you’ll probably be real good at it!”

“Yeah, maybe, I don’t know.” Hailey replied, smiling to herself.

“You’d like it out there, right?”

Hailey hesistated at that, glancing at the reply you’d sent to her message from earlier.

“I think it was just what I needed at the time.” Hailey admitted, leaving Jay to frown.

“Okay, but like you don’t need it now? Are you sure you’re talking to the right person about this?”

“Are you trying to tell me I should take it?” Hailey asked, leaving Jay to roll his eyes with a smirk.

“I’m telling you that you should have this conversation with Y/n.”

“Y/n’s not my partner.” Hailey replied, ignoring the pangs in her heart when Jay mentioned you.

“Doesn’t matter, she’ll be crushed if you leave without telling her.” Hailey frowned at what Jay said, leaving him to chuckle.

“Wow, Detective Upton missing evidence? That’s a new one.”

“What are you talking about?” Hailey enquired, brushing off Jay’s teasing.

“You should speak to Y/n-”

“Why?”

“Because she’s in love with you, Hailey!” Jay retorted, face falling as he saw Hailey’s expression.

“Hailey, wait!”

///

You were sat in Molly’s with your brother, quietly talking and as he had a beer and you had water.

“You sure you don’t want a beer? Stella might even make you one of those cocktails?”

“Beer tastes like crap, no offense.” You replied, sipping your water as your eyes landed on Brett, whose eyes were on your brother.

“You really are an idiot sometimes.” You replied, nudging Matt in the ribs as you caught him staring at Brett.

“What? Where did that come from?” Matt replied, turning to look at you as he almost spat his beer as you nudging him.

“She likes you back you cheeseboard-”

“Cheeseboard?”

“She likes you back, so stop pining for each other and just talk to each other properly for god’s sake!” You replied, leaving Casey to frown.

“She likes me?”

Your incredulous look had him raising his hands up in surrender before someone cleared their throat.

“Maybe you should take your own advice, Y/n.”

Your ability to not spit the mouthful of water you were about to swallow amused Matt to no end as he got up to give the two of you some space.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, your gaze flicking across Hailey’s face as she frowned, gesturing for you to follow her outside.

“Hailey, talk to me?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you have feelings for me? Why did I have to find out through Jay?” Hailey replied, folding her arms as you just blinked, clearing your throat.

“It was back when you were dating Adam, and then I, I thought you liked Jay. I didn’t think you’d ever like me like that.” You admitted, avoiding Hailey’s eyes as they softened.

“What made you think I wouldn’t like you like that?”

Hailey’s question had you freeze and not from how bitterly cold it was outside.

“I, I thought you were straight, also we work together in the same unit and... you deserve better-”

“First, I’m not straight, second, yeah, we work in the same unit but so do Adam and Kim, third, I decide who I think deserves me, Y/n. You’re worth it, you know.”

“Worth what?” Your brow furrowed, noticing Hailey smile to herself.

“This.” Hailey affirmed, her hand going to cradle your jaw as she leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You gawped at her as your brain began to process what just happened, watching Hailey’s smile melt into panic for a moment before you tangled your hand in her free one.

Hailey smiled at your action, noticing your hesistation before you leaned in, your eyes asking for consent as she nodded to you.

Your face broke out into a smile before you leaned in, meeting her lips for a moment before you leaned back and kissed her forehead. Hailey chuckled in response.

“Yeah, I’m not going to the feds in New York any time soon.”

[banigarubug]

Roommates (PLATONIC Corpse x GN!Reader)

this is longer than i expect and may not have at all addressed the prompt, but i had fun with it! xoxo

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Could you do something with being roommates with corpse and he’s just a bit of a himbo?

Y/N is your name

corpse is scared of spiders, and you’re both insomniacs. platonic but could be read as pre slash. author is an arachnophobe so the description of the spider is VERY brief

warnings: swearing and spiders

-

It’s actually not at all surprising to hear Corpse milling around his room around midnight. He’s a night owl, and so are you, but you usually retreat to your respective habitats around 10 or 11. He finished his stream not too long ago, so you were binge-watching the best worst Adam DeVine movies without headphones on when the quiet, unassuming noises from Corpse’s room suddenly became high pitched screaming.

You jumped, standing up and staring at your closed bedroom door. You have two options here: lock it, and leave Corpse to fend for himself, or go out there and save him. On one hand, sacrificing Corpse to whatever he’s screaming about doesn’t actually sound like such a bad idea… but you would kind of miss him. And he changes all the lightbulbs in the apartment. But he’s usually the one who breaks them in the first place, your brain supplies.

You shake your head. No, Y/N, you scold yourself. He’s your friend. Even if he’s clumsy and kind of stupid and breaks all your lightbulbs and always leave the cupboards open. He’s your friend, and you have to save him.

You square your shoulders, brace for impact, and open your door, only to be met with Corpse’s face, white as a sheet. “What happened?” you ask, and he pushes into your room.

“Um-” his voice is pitched way higher than normal, so he clears his throat and deliberately lowers it. “Um, there’s a - there’s a spider in my room. A big one.”

You stare at him before breaking out into laughter. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you ask gleefully. “You woke up the whole floor because of a spider?”

“It’s really big!” he insists. “I just - please kill it for me.”

You brush past him, still laughing. “Yeah, alright,” you agree. You’re not a huge fan of spiders either, but it’s probably a daddy-long-legs - AKA, totally harmless. You arm yourself with a plastic cup from the kitchen and a sheet of paper so you can take it outside, and head off for Corpse’s room.

When you open the door, there it is, next to Corpse’s window. It’s big. Bigger than you hoped. Bigger than you want it to be.

But you’re brave, so you quickly unlatch the window and usher it outside. It’s fine. If Corpse asks, you murdered it in cold blood.

“It’s gone,” you announce as you return to your room. He’s sitting nervously on the edge of your bed, fumbling with the rings on his fingers. “Your room is monster free.”

“Thanks,” he mumbles, but doesn’t move. You crawl back onto your spot against the headboard, pulling your laptop onto your legs and raising an eyebrow. “Um,” he hesitates, turning to look at you. “I can’t sleep in there,” he admits. “All I’m gonna do is think about the spider laying eggs in my room and I’ll freak out again.”

You laugh and pat the spot next to you. “It’s cool. We can pull an all-nighter, if you want? I’m working through Adam DeVine’s entire filmography and I was about to start Pitch Perfect.”

“Why would you watch any Adam DeVine movie?” Corpse asks, but settles in next to you awkwardly.

“Sometimes, I do things even I don’t understand.”

-

The last thing you remember is cheering when Benji kisses Emily in Pitch Perfect 2, and then suddenly you’re pulled awake by the sound of your phone beeping. Corpse, still mostly asleep, smacks your arm. “Turn it off,” he insists blearily, and you’re so tempted to laugh at his morning voice.

You do turn it off, though, because it’s pissing you off too, and you check the time. It’s noon.

“Go back to sleep,” Corpse orders you, turning over on his side to face away from you. “Or I will kill you. Seriously.”

You laugh and curl back up under the blankets. “I’m asleep, Corpse, now shut up.”

-

This is the first of a collection of nights that you and Corpse spend together, watching movies and hanging out instead of sleeping. Maybe Corpse was too anxious to sleep, maybe you were too, but either way, it was fun to actually hang out with Corpse. Sometimes, it felt like ever since you moved in together, you stopped being best friends and started being roommates. But not so much lately.

It’s another night where Corpse has made his way into your room, but of you unable to sleep for whatever reason. You have work in the morning, but you’re still watching dumb movies, the white light of your laptop illuminating your dark room, and Corpse creeps up to the bed to join you.

“Hey,” he says, and you smile at him in lieu of a greeting. “What are we watching?”

“I’m craving Christmas movies,” you admit.

He grins. “Cool.”

Two movies in, a tired energy has started to fill the room. Corpse is yawning periodically and you keep forcing your eyes open, rubbing the sleep out of them as much as you can. As soon as the credits start rolling, Corpse reaches over and shuts your laptop. Wordlessly, you both lay down side by side and stare up at the ceiling.

“Did you know all odd numbers have the letter e in them?”

You freeze, eyes still trained on the spot right next to your fan directly above your head that curves in like a little dent. Then, you turn your head to look at Corpse incredulously, and begin laughing at him. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“It’s true!” he defends, laughing along with you. “One, three-”

“It’s almost five in the morning, please go to sleep.”

“Five has an e too,” he mumbles, and you reach out to smack his side, stifling your laughter while Corpse lets it take over his whole body. After a second, he says to you, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Corpse.” You turn over on your side, falling asleep with a smile on your face.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

hii!!! if you’re still taking any workaholics requests i would DIE for hcs of the boys having a clingy s/o please 😭😭 (i love your gotham fics btw! <3)

‘HOW YOU GET THE GIRL,

-WORKAHOLICS TRIO X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Anders Holmvik, Blake Henderson, Adam DeMamp

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; The big three with an affectionate/clingy gf!

⋆ tags/warnings. WORKAHOLICS!boys x female reader. FLUFF!!! Like, tooth-rotting. Especially for Blake. LET ME JUST SAY i had SOSOSOSO much fun writing this!! I’ve been dying for workaholics requests ;) Safe to say, all three of the boys are EXTREMELY into this. Please please PLEASE send in more requests for these boys!!! And seriously anon, I am starving and will write anything for anyone in the show!! You should send more in (wink wink) and thank you sosososo much <3 Canon typical suggestive content and drug talk! Anders being a little mean, Blake being a babe, and Adam being his own warning (per usual)

𝐴𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅𝑆 𝐻𝛰𝐿𝑀𝑉𝐼𝐾

♫ “I want you for worse or for better, I would wait for ever and ever.” How You Get The Girl by Taylor Swift

Anders, Anders, Anders! Number one dad boyfriend, by the way!

Just like everyone on this list, he’s incredibly surprised to say the least. He’s just WAY more subtle about it. First rule of thumb for him; play it cool.

But…it’s kind of hard to play it cool when you are trailing your hand up his arm…and his eyebrows shoot up and suddenly he’s hard as a rock from the most base touches.

He’s embarrassed, he feels like he’s back in highschool.

Even though he’s the most expirenced out of the three, this guy still hardly gets ANY pussy. He can be an awkward reck trying to reciprocate. We see in a few episodes how Ders flirts…and it’s mostly insults. Like that one ep with the hot austrailian temp, or the college girls he tried to get beer for.

But please, give him a break! The guy freezes up. He’s not used to having a girlfriend PERIOD, let alone one that actually wants to hang out with him and cuddle all the time. So, he might awkwardly start fumbling on his words, scanning all over your body for any type of positive response. His legs do that thing when they close together to hide his painfully obvious boner, and he’s spewing out poorly constructed jibes.

He might be the only guy on this list to get slightly annoyed if your TOO clingy, but that’s really only if he’s in one of his moods. Like if he’s getting really serious about work, and doing pretty poorly, he can be a bit of a douche.

Remember when he got that promotion? Yeah, he’ll act like he’s on top of the world. You, Blake, and Adam will need to knock him down a peg. He’ll end up saying sorry, a bit begrudingly.

But, in other times…

“Wha- What are you doing?” He’s scrutinizing you, breath hitching, while you go to sleep on his shoulder. You’ve been waiting in the hospital waiting room for what feels like hours. Poor Adam must have gotten ANOTHER concussion.

You wrap your arms around his bicep, snuggling closer. He shifts in his seat, clearing his throat, looking anywhere but you.

“I’m tired.” Is all you say, shrugging. No big deal.

But it IS a big deal for him because now he’s hard in a hospital waiting room and he’s cursing Adam for getting himself hurt, because he could be at home with you right now watching all the 80’s movies in the world and spooning.

“Of course you’re tired. I told you, you need to get more sleep.” You smile against his shoulder. He’s always looking out for you.

He continues, trying to flirt to the best of his abilities. Play it cool. “Wow, your head’s surprisingly heavy for someone so small.” A pause, and an awkward not at all suave smirk. “Careful, you might crush my shoulder with that big head of yours.”

Please humor him. He doesn’t know and he’s trying his best. Que a really bad shit-eating grin, since he thinks he’s made you fall for him ten times harder with that one-liner.

He truly thinks he is the teasing god. Leave you wanting more! He’s so delusional <3 (heart-eyes)

DEFINITION of “If a boy likes you, he’ll make fun of you.”

When you two are alone, especially if he’s tired, he’ll return the snuggles and clinginess tenfold. Be prepared for long limbs to be pressed impossibly close to you.

𝐵𝐿𝐴𝐾𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅𝑆𝛰𝑁

♫ “Yeah, with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, cheeks.” How You Get The Girl by Taylor Swift

You two match each others freak SO well.

If there is one man who might be clingier than you, it’s Mr. Blake Henderson. The man is not only absolutley elated, he’s incredibly perpetually chill. Doesn’t bother him in the slightest bit.

He might get a little shy if you do it in public, but he’ll embrace it nonetheless and end up showing you off. Feels good to get back at Anders and Adam for teasing him all these years!

He has the lowest body count of all the guys. Not only does he have the greatest bestest awesomest girlfriend in the world, but she actually wants HIM? To touch HIM? To love HIM?

Safe to say he’s pleasantly surprised. Like, REALLY pleasantly surprised.

The love he has for you is crazy. We saw that one episode where he gets a girlfriend…he had a BUNCH of pictures of her in a shrine. Yeah…he’s just as obsessed. Expect everytime you two lay down together, he’s shuffling constantly, each second muttering “Just one more picture, I swear!”

ALSO, the PET NAMES. I mean, this man cannonically uses them all. “My love, Baby, Babe, Sweetheart, Hun…” the list goes on and on. Perfect mix of him calling you “Dude!” and “Sweetheart!” constantly.

Day-dreams about you. Giggles and kicks his feet and probably has a journal where he just draws hearts with your initials in them.

Gets on his knees and thanks the based god every day for you!

Also, if you two are both high as balls, the clinginess factor of the both of you probably increases by one thousand percent. There is something so special and hot about how he shotguns smoke into your mouth. All feelings are elevated, and he’s literally cloud nine. You two are laughing, talking about the most insane (and probably bad) ideas. Every touch feels heavenly.

His arms will hold you close to his chest, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and tickling your ear with his whispers.

“You know, It’s scientifically proven that cuddling releases oxytocin, which makes us even happier. So, really, we’re just being health-conscious.” He’s laughing softly, mispronouncing ‘oxytocin’, speaking in that matter-of-factly tone, saying anything that comes to mind.

“Oh, so you’re a scientist now?” You tease back, all hazy, feeling nothing but him.

“Well, I’m more of a cuddle connoisseur. It’s a very specialized field.”

You too are so dorky and in love. It’s like Michael and Holly from the Office!

Que Adam making obnoxious throwing-up noises in the background when he sees you two all over eachother.

𝐴𝐷𝐴𝑀 𝐷𝐸𝑀𝐴𝑀𝑃

♫ “She'll open up the door, and say, are you insane?” How You Get The Girl by Taylor Swift

Oh god reader, you’ve got your hands FULL with this one.

This man is so dramatic it’s crazy.

At first, he’s just as surprised as the other two. Just like Ders, he tries DESPERATELY to play it cool. Unlike Ders, he lacks the self-awareness to realize he is most certainly not. He swears up and down on his liveleyhood that this is totally normal for him and that he’s just a total chick magnet.

But you can probably feel his heart-rate shoot up every time you say anything remotely affectionate, or touch him in any sort of way. He’s internally screaming, “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!”

When he catches on that the guys are looking though, him and his masculinity feel a bit threatened, and he instantly pulls away. Can get a little douche-baggy. He’ll start avoiding you, distancing himself.

Blowing a fake raspberry when you confront him about it, his hands on his hips.

“What? Whaaaat?” He tries to lean on a wall and almost falls and recovers quickly. “No, babe, I’m not avoiding you! I’m just… really into personal space. Like, super into it. It’s my new hobby.”

“Adam, that makes no sense. Just be honest with me. Are you feeling smothered?” You’re understandably upset, pouting. Being clingy is one thing, and you can work on it. But he has to admit it first.

“Smothered? Psh- No way! I love you like I love… free samples at Costco. Which is a lot. Maybe I just need to balance my, uh, alpha male energy with some solo missions. Like a lone wolf.” He’s scrambling to save himself, “But not alone, because I’m with you. A wolf with a really awesome mate. You get it?”

You nod, eyes squinting in faux understanding. You know this boy inside out and you love him, so you know all he needs really is a push. Drama queen that he is, he falls for it like a moth to a flame.

Funny enough, all you have to do is exactly what he asks. You give him his space, go about your day, tend to other things…and he freaks out! My favorite idiot <3

Yeah…he ends up ranting Ders and Blake’s ears off. About how your not talking to him anymore, how much he misses you, and how he is a “stupid, stupid, dumb, dumb idiot.”

He starts subtly trying to show off more than usual in the living room, flexing and doing dangerously bad tricks on his rollerblades, asking if you saw them one to many times. He’s just acting out, and you and Ders and Blake are watching amused.

What you don’t expect is too get woken up in the middle of the night with a rock FLYING into your window. You let out a harsh scream, immediately waking up and looking outside.

There he is, struggling to hold up a boom-box blasting some sad 2000s ballad by Lisa Loeb. You’ll have to go outside, and he’ll probably burst into tears about how sorry he is and offer to do anything to make it up to you. Your plan probably worked a bit too well.

You’ll let him spend the night in your room, and he’ll be the little spoon, and he’ll know never to take you for granted like ever again.

From then on, he’s twice as clingy as you.

[halstudandruz]

One Beer

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Based off of One Beer by Hardy ft. Lauren Alaina & Devin Dawson

Warnings: Teen pregnancy, swearing

A/N: This is my first song based imagine so don’t hate me if it’s bad, this song is a jam though

17 in a small town

Weak knees in a CVS

Door locked in the bathroom

What's it gonna be waitin' on that test?

This wasn’t happening. You kept repeating that in your head as you sat on the toilet in the dirty bathroom of the nearest CVS, head in your hands. You were just stressed. Tomorrow was your 18th birthday and you were heading to college soon and life was changing too fast. So, it made sense to be stressed right? That’s why your period was late. It had to be, and you had convinced yourself of that until the timer on your phone went off and a plus sign stared back at you. “Shit.” You cursed feeling your stomach drop. When a knock came on the door. “Yeah, just a minute.” You answered contemplating what to do with the test before stuffing it in your purse and foregoing the garbage before leaving.

Never thought that they'd be

Puttin' those life plans on the shelf

A couple American babies raisin' one up their self

“What’s wrong why do you keep looking at me like that?” Adam asked as you lay beside him in your hammock. Feeling sick after eating your birthday dinner and cake. The nerves of your discovery were certainly not helping.

“Like what?” You asked innocently.

“Like you’re about to tell me you cheated on me or something.” He chuckled nervously looking down at you.

“I didn’t cheat on you.” You rolled your eyes sitting up straighter to look at him.

“Oh good.“ He sighed reaching for your hand before it came out of your mouth without thought.

“I’m pregnant.” The words seemed to hit Adam like a brick as he stiffened beside you expression going blank. After a few seconds of silence you had to break it, “What do you want to do?” You asked snapping him out of his trance as he cleared his throat trying to adjust himself to sit up.

“I um..I don’t know I’m still trying to catch up here.” He shook his head running a hand through his hair, “how long have you..” He asked, figuring you’d catch on to what he was getting at.

“Yesterday morning.” You sighed leaning down to the ground to retrieve your purse and lay the test on his stomach after digging it out. He picked it up bringing it in line with his face which caused his complexion to go even whiter if that was possible.

“Yep. Mhm. That’s a plus sign alright.” He choked out voice sounding dry, “But you only took one?” He held it up to you, “what if it’s a-“ He started before you cut him off.

“Adam..” you pleaded looking at him.

“Yeah..right sorry.” He sighed, taking ahold of one of your hands and squeezing it. “So, what do you want to do?” He asked.

“I don’t know. I can’t make this decision on my own.” You admitted, head falling into your hands.

“Hey, I’m right here.” He grabbed you pulling you back into his chest.

“I’m so scared. My parents are going to kill me.” You said, tears starting to cloud in your eyes at what was becoming more of a reality. “It’s just I’m supposed to be leaving for college in two months, you’re going to the academy in a month. All of our plans are already laid now. Now what?” You cried.

“We have more than one option.” He explained rubbing your back.

“What are you saying? You want to get rid of our baby?” You looked up at him in disbelief.

“I’m saying that whatever you want to do, I am here to support you till the end of our days. No matter what that decision may be.” He reassured you.

“What are you thinking?” You asked after a few minutes of silence.

“I just don’t understand..we’ve always been careful.” He thought out loud.

“Except once.” You bit your lip swallowing hard. He looked back at you head cocked to the side with confusion before realization came over his face sighing heavily.

“Only takes one fuck up I guess, right?” He chuckled nervously, his head falling back, tense silence taking over the environment.

One beer turns into a lit cigarette

Burnin' into a two beer buzz

Three beers turns into five and six

Then a love drunk kiss in the back of that truck

Just like that, everything rearranges

Life changes out of the blue

It's just a Bud Light, but ain't it funny

What one beer can turn into?

It was the night of graduation. You and your friends were celebrating with a party that included plenty of alcohol. It wasn’t uncommon for your clique to be attending a party and even though you were never big on parties or drinking you often accompanied your boyfriend since sophomore year, Adam Ruzek. Adam fit in with the popular crowd easily. He was an athlete, a cocky one at that, and you were the good straight A student that stood by his side. How you ended up with him you would never know just luck you guess. Your parents weren’t exactly keen on the idea of you two at first. He seemed like the guy who would take your heart and step on it the first chance he got, but despite your parents' protests, they learned he was a good guy and boyfriend behind his slightly big ego.

Anyway the biggest party of the year was starting to wind down. You were cuddled into Adam’s side on the couch. Your main friend group crowded around the two of you bullshitting and playing beer pong.

2 years prior you and your friends had stumbled across an abandoned building in the outskirts of Chicago. Naturally you all turned it into a party house. How you still hadn’t gotten caught was beyond you, but that was now a problem for the incoming seniors which you were handing it off to.

Adam has pulled you up off the couch dragging you behind him.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Ryan, Adam’s best friend asked.

“Give us 45 minutes.” Adam answered, still walking towards a different room of the building.

“What do you do with the other 42 minutes?” Ryan joked as the others laughed.

“Fuck off.” Adam chuckled, throwing him the finger. You and Adam were pretty tipsy at this point in the night. Having drank one beer after another. So, whenever you discovered your condom stash was empty the pull out method seemed like a good idea. It wasn’t until a month later you realized how bad of an idea that actually was. Was it the Bud Lights fault or Ryan’s from stealing your stash?

Sesame Street on the TV

A race car rollin' on a cardboard bridge

Crayon stick figure family

Stuck right there front center on the fridge

Flash back to two pink lines

A whole bunch of prayin' and doubtin'

Felt like the end of the world

Now the world don't spin without 'em

5 years later you sat at the kitchen table books and notes sprawled out as you attempted to study. Adam stood behind you cooking dinner while you kept an eye on your son, Hayes, who was right in front of you in the living room. Positioned on his stomach playing with his makeshift toy car race track, created by Adam, while simultaneously watching Sesame Street. Adam was now part of Chicago’s Intelligence unit giving you the opportunity to now go to college. Your retired mother often watched Hayes whenever he wasn’t in school. Admittedly 5 years ago you never thought you’d make it here. You were terrified. Between having to tell your parents and deciding to put college off in hopes of pushing Adam towards his dreams you doubted more often than you didn’t. Praying that it would all work out. A string of waitress and movie theatre jobs being your life as Adam made his way through the academy. But here you were content and happy. And honestly you couldn’t imagine life being any other way. Hayes was your entire world and you never wanted to imagine a day without him, and to think the whole thing started with some alcohol.

[tennessee-honey]

Adam & Eve

Chapter three.

Dean x reader

Gif is not mine, only the character of Eve is of my imagination.

Warning: none

The brothers had found a small dinner to have breakfast in as they awaited their angel friend. The brothers talked about this case and how it wasn’t really a case more of a social call. Once they were reunited with Cas they made their way into the city to start searching for this Eve girl.

“So Cas is this Eve chick hot? Like what are we talking blonde, brunette or redhead?” Dean was eager to hear what this women looked like.

“Yeah Cas what does she look like? If we’re gonna help you look for this women we should know what to look for.” Stated Sam.

“Eve has brown hair, it’s naturally curly but I don’t know if she has changed it from the last time I saw her. She has green eyes. She might appear to be glowing.”

“Glowing? Are you serious? So we’re looking for a human glow stick!” Dean exasperated throwing his hands around in the dramatic way that only Dean could do.

“I don’t know what a glow stick is but she is a Devine being so she has an energy that glows.” The angel stated already bored of Deans dramatics and it was only 9 in the morning. They went door to door, into stores and cafes asking around about a lady named Eve. Dean was quietly hoping that they wouldn’t be able to find the girl and they can get back to kicking demon ass. As they rounded the corner onto the next street Dean began to feel a strange tightness within his chest. Must just be heart burn from that sodium full breakfast he had this morning.

Castiel froze once they stood at the beginning of the street, stuck frozen looking at something. Someone. A women dressed in a flowing white linen dress, smelling a bundle of lavender flowers in the window of the florist she stood in front of. There she was, Eve. Dean felt himself physically loose his breath when he gazed at the goddess in front of him, the tightness in his chest becoming more and more constricting.

Her head turned trailing behind a sea of waist length curls, messy and free.

Her green eyes locked on Castiel then moved towards the brothers, the green turning darker in anger as she made eye contact with Dean’s equally green eyes.

“Castiel. Why did you bring him here?”

[buckyscrystalqueen]

The Difference: Part 4

Pairings: Mark Sheppard x Reader

Warnings: None??? Swearing must likely…

Word Count: 3,600

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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You did every single thing you could to keep Mark as far away from your extended family for as long as you could, but before you knew it, it was Halloween night and time for the boys’ second birthday. And since you had been dating for ten months, you couldn’t really come up with excuses on why he couldn’t make family functions any more. You simply had to bite the bullet and throw him to the wolves. And it wasn’t like you didn’t want him there in the first place, you just didn’t want your family to scare him off.

“Kitten, if the boys and their screaming haven’t scared me off by now, I highly doubt your family will.”

“You don’t understand.” You sighed as you wrestled Evan into his Iron Man costume. “They are all crazy.”

“So nothing like you.” You looked up at him in his Hawkeye costume with a death glare and he blew you a kiss as he put Captain America Theo in the ‘Quinjet’, which was a four person wagon that you had decorated for your four Avengers.

“Listen here.” You laughed as you got up and grabbed Thor Luca as he toddled by. “You don’t know crazy.”

“Where’s the Hulk?” You paused and looked around your bedroom with your brow furrowed as you finished buckling Luca into his spot.

“Thomas… You wanna go see Lilly?” Your eyes stopped on the closet where there was a loud bang a moment before your youngest did a slightly awkward flip out of the space and practically scrambled to get to the cart to see his favorite cousin. “Yea, that’s what I thought.”

“Alright, Widow. Are we ready to go?”

“You double checked the bags?”

“I double checked the bags.” He said as he stood up and turned off the light in the front half of the room. “Lets go, munchkins. Time to party.” With one final glance around to make sure you had everything you had set out for the birthday party and for trick or treating, and headed out the back door to walk a whole block over and half a block down to your Aunt Selene’s house.

“We’re here!” You called out as you pushed open the side gate to her back yard. Your family all yelled hello and almost instantly started to swarm over to finally meet Mark. “Wait, wait, wait.” You said quickly as you held your hand up. “One at a time.” Your uncles, who understood boundaries, helped keep their respective kids back, while your aunts simply ignored you and continued coming toward you.

“Oh, he is cute.” Your Aunt Serena cooed in Italian as she squeezed your arm. “Good job.”

“He doesn’t look like a lawyer.” Aunt Alessia commented with a small shake of her head.

“He has to nice of face.” Aunt Caterina chimed in.

“He doesn’t speak Italian.” You pointed out as you handed Thomas to your Aunt Mia.

“You have a nice face!” Aunt Sofia practically shouted in English from the back of the group of women.

“Oh! Thank you.”

“OK, move aside.” Your mother barked as she squeezed through the group to come to your aid. “Where are my birthday babies?”

“He’s not deaf.” Aunt Viola joked in Italian as she whacked her younger sister in the arm.

“And he still doesn’t speak Italian.” You repeated as you picked up the small bag of birthday gifts you had bought your sons to put them on the table with the rest. You glanced over at Mark as he held Evan’s hand and followed Luca toward the swing set where your sister and her four year old daughters, Lilly and Chloe were playing with some of your second cousins.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” Your cousin, Natasha, who was Selene’s second oldest of six girls, teased as she sat by one of the many tables, nursing her four month old, Nikolai, who you hadn’t gotten to meet yet.

“You have four kids at once and try to get anywhere on time. Is this my newest nephew?”

“Yea, who keeps me up all night long.” She sighed.

“As someone who… I guess ‘got lucky’.” Mark teased as he came over, and parked the wagon on the side of the porch. “I can say that it does get better…”

“Oh, do NOT listen to him!” You laughed as you pushed your boyfriend’s arm. “He could sleep through a hurricane, and then a tornado without even slipping out of his dream. I have to hit him with a pillow and then pretend to be asleep when I want him to be the one to see what son is crying.”

“You hit me with pillows?” Mark asked as Natasha, and a few of your other family members laughed.

“What, you think you wake up yourself?” You giggled. “Yes, I absolutely hit you with pillows.”

“I will remember that next time I find myself awake at three am.” He said with mock seriousness as he gestured to the table of drinks. “Want something.”

“Yes.” You said as you took a step over at him. “Green punch bowl is always kid safe… looks like orange is alcoholic this year.”

“Got it.” He said with a nod as he kissed your cheek and headed off to grab drinks.

“He seems nice.” Your cousin, Shannon said as she came over and grabbed one of the many seats with her plate of Halloween themed treats.

“He is amazing.” You confirmed with a nod as you habitually looked over your shoulder and quickly located your four boys in the crowded back yard. “And the boys love him.”

“Do you?” Natasha asked with her eyebrow raised.

“I do.”

“OK, since everyone’s here, let’s do presents before Nonno and I start dinner!” Your dad called out from the other side of the yard.

“Oh, yay. Corralling cats.”

“Here, I got it.” Mark said as he handed you your drink. You drank yours in two gulps, set the cup aside, and followed him across the yard toward the towering pile of gifts as chairs were dragged over and kids were corralled. You grabbed a seat beside Mark in the grass, and pulled Evan on to your lap as your mom and Emma moved some presents around on the table.

“OK, there is an order to these.” Zoe called out as she passed the first couple gifts to you. “Cousin gifts first.” You nodded your head and passed the thirty dollars and under gifts in your hand over to Mark so he could help Luca and Theo open them. You helped Evan open a bag of large Lego blocks, and helped Thomas reveal a stack of new books, while your other two sons opened a toy truck and more Legos. 

You opened a plastic farm house, some more toy trucks and toy cars, a toy garage, some learning toys and games, and some bath toys. There were fake kitchen toys, and a fake tool box, a fake cleaning toys, and even a pair of fake lawn mowers. And too wrap it up, a couple of your cousins had apparently pooled their money to create a pretty amazing activity table that was large enough for all four boys to play side by side; which was apparently the winner of the night anyways since once the wrapping paper came off, the other toys were forgotten by all of your sons.

“Well, we don’t really need them for the rest anyways.” Emma giggled as she handed you a card with a smile. “From Yaya, Nonna, and Nonno.” You nodded your head and looked up at your three living grandparents, who were sitting up on the porch near one of the many heaters Selene had her husband, David, set up incase anyone got too cold, and waved. You pulled the card out and smiled at the cute cover before flipping it open and hesitating.

“Wait, what is this?” You asked as you pulled out a stack of American Airline plane tickets.

“Open this one next.” Mark said as he handed you another card that he had pulled out of his Hawkeye jacket.

“What did you do?” You laughed as you dropped the tickets in your lap and opened the next card.

“It’s from my dad.” He said as he caught the folded papers and opened them up. “He knows someone that knows someone that works for Disney company and they got him a great deal on a nice, deluxe room for us… he’s the one that kinda set this whole idea in motion and Ben and Emma helped coordinate it.”

“And I may or may not have cheated a bit and jumped on the idea and booked our family a trip as well so our gift to you is a night of free baby sitting so you can have a Disney date night.”

“Of course you did.” You laughed as you looked up at your twin.

“Here, we have more presents.” Your mom said with a giant smile as she handed you a small box. “This is from dad and I.”

“Stop, I can’t.” You said with a shake of your head as you started to tear up. “Really?”

“Open the box, (Y/N).” Your dad chuckled as he pointed at you with the grill spatula. “People are getting hungry here.”

“Tony, be nice!” Your Aunt Camilla snapped as she reached out and whacked her brother’s arm.

“We covered tickets.” Your mom said as you pulled off the wrapping paper to figure out what your mother had gotten. “But they’re on those band things. You gotta keep them with you…”

“I have emails for all of it.” Mark said as he collected the important paperwork for you.

“This one’s from Aunt Bianca and I.” Your Uncle Devin said as he handed you a slightly heavy box.

“You guys are gunna make me cry.” You said as you pulled the wrapping paper off a new to you, hand me down double stroller.

“They don’t allow the wagon ones.” Bianca said as she pointed to her old stroller. “And we don’t need ours anymore. We were gunna give it to you anyways…”

“Same with ours.” Catarina said as she grabbed her unwrapped stroller from behind the table and brought it around for you. “I made Adam put new wheels on the thing because they were a little stuck and I’m waiting for a new handle grip thing to come in the mail so I’ll put that on when they come in.” You nodded your head as Selene and Viola came over to grab their boxes.

“These were rated number one in parenting magazines but if you don’t like them, we can send them back.”

“They’re inflatable toddler beds.”

“Oh, I was actually looking into these for Mark’s place.” You said as you looked at the box for the The Shrunk's travel inflatable toddler bed. “See, it has the rails so that the boys can’t roll off it even if it is close to the floor.”

“No more climbing out of the play pens.” Mark agreed as he took a look at one of the other bed boxes.

“You move in now. Get small boys beds.” Yaya said in broken English as she picked at the snack table.

“Ma!” Zoe barked behind you as your face flushed red.

“She has a point.” Selene said in Greek with a shrug.

“No, no.” You said with a shake of your head as you looked over at Mark. “We’re not there yet… are we?”

“Discussion for another time.” Your boyfriend said as he reached out and rubbed your back. “Still not scared.”

“Here, open this one.” Emma said quickly as she handed you the next gift. You nodded your head and quickly opened the next one, which was four stroller fans, and a pair of stroller rain covers. With the last few gifts, you could tell that your family had done a lot of research on taking toddlers to Disney; gifting you insulated sippy cups, some cooling towels, reusable bags, disposable dirty diaper bags, bedsheets, suitcases, rain jackets, hats, sunscreen, a couple Disney guide books, and a small but pretty bad ass first aid kit, which left you very little to actually have to buy for this surprise trip. Just as you finished thanking everyone, profusely, your dad announced that dinner was ready.

“Did you do all this?” You asked Mark before you got up to get plates together for the boys.

“I asked you two months ago if you could take them anywhere, where would you want to take them? You said Disney so I just helped make it happen for you.”

“Why are you so good to us?” He shrugged his shoulders and smiled as he got up to start convincing your sons that eating was gunna be more fun than playing with their new toys.

“Because I love you all more than words, kitten. Simple as that.”

——

“What in God’s name are we gunna do with all this candy?” Mark asked as he sat on your bed, sorting through four plastic pumpkins of candy to sort out what the boys could have and what was going to you and him once the two of you got the boys bathed and in bed for the night.

“Eat it all.” You said as you looked over at him from the travel book you were skimming through. “I think we can do it, don’t you?”

“I think we can manage that.” You nodded your head, and went back to looking at your book until he set a stack of papers on your page.

“You know, I would love nothing more than to come home to you and your boys every day. To make you breakfast every morning and be the one tuck those little terrors in with you at night…”

“You mean tuck them in for me.” You said as you looked at the papers in your hand. “Mark, these houses are way to much…”

“Let me worry about that.” He said as he ripped open a snack size Butterfinger and held it out in front of you. “Here.”

“This isn’t a Pavlov dog, situation here.” You giggled before you ate the candy bar. “You are not paying a million dollars for a house.”

“Look at this one, my love.” He said as he pulled one of the papers out and set it on top while opening a small Snickers bar with his other hand. “Six bedrooms, gorgeous atrium.”

“We don’t need six bedrooms…”

“This one has five bedrooms…”

“It’s barely above a thousand feet. Too small.” You mumbled around your Snickers as you tossed the paper aside.

“This one…”

“No.”

“How about…”

“No, that tile is hideous.”

“Kitten, I can put in new tile.”

“No, because we’re just fine… wait, this is by Emma.” Mark nodded as he handed you another candy bar.

“It is. Ben brought me the paper tonight. His sister is the realtor on it and I may have already emailed her to get us an appointment…”

“Mark, this is a million dollar house.” You said as you turned the paper over to look at the details. “It’s gorgeous but I can’t afford to spend this kind of money…”

“I can.” He said as he pulled the other papers out of your hand except the one you liked. “(Y/N), I want you to understand something. I am in this. I want you and those boys in my life forever. And yes, I’m quite aware that proposing now is not what is best for us at this moment, that’s not what I’m doing here. I’m asking you to let me be able to come home to you after work every day. I’m asking you to let me help you raise the four boys that make me a better person every day. And I’m asking you to let me love my family, because that is what you five have become to me. Kitten, let us be a family, please.”

“Buy the house.” Your dad whisper yelled above your head from the stairs. “Get out of my basement.”

“Go to bed!” You hissed back as you flipped the paper back over in your hand to look at the photos of the five bedroom, five bath home. “Mind your business.”

“My basement is my business!” He hissed back as he smiled at your boyfriend. “Don’t worry, son. I got your back.”

“Dad! Go upstairs before I go get Mom!” You barked in Italian as you you tilted your head back to look up at him. “Go to bed, and stop eavesdropping though the baby monitor.”

“Move out of my house so I don’t have to hear your conversations through the baby monitor.” He countered before he hurried out the door so you wouldn’t get up to find your mother.

“Here, love. You love Milky Ways…”

“You are not helping here!” You giggled as you took the candy from him. “I’ll think about it, OK?”

“OK, well you can think about it tomorrow when we go see the house at noon. Chocolate?”

“Quit bribing me with chocolate!” You scowled at him for a moment before you reached out and snatched the candy from his hand. “Shut up.” He chuckled as you leaned over and kissed his cheek before popping the chocolate in your mouth and leaning against his side with a sigh. “Fine, we’ll go look at the house.”

“Thank you, my love.”

——

“This house is way to big.” You sighed as you stood in your new grey and white kitchen, that felt like it had more space than you could ever want or need, with a box of the boys dishes on your hip.

“It’s a family home, kitten.” Mark said as he pulled the box from your hands so you would keep working. “One to grow in which is exactly what our family needs.”

“Yea, but there’s so much room.”

“So we have more kids.” He huffed as he headed outside into the snow to get more boxes from your van so you’d be all moved in before Christmas in a few weeks. “Simple as that.”

“What, you looking to have a whole zoo?”

“Just a basketball team.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you grabbed a box of your clothes next.

“Yea, you are out of your mind if you think I’m signing up for another round of quadruplets.”

“So what, you’re all done having kids?”

“No idea. Maybe one day when the boys are older and a little less monster like. I don’t know, I love being a mother and I would never say no to doing it again, just not now.”

“I could get on board with that.” He said with a nod as he dropped his box on his bed (and your mattress because you both agreed it was way more comfortable than his). “Are you always going to have multiples?”

“It’s a crap shot.” You said as you headed down the stairs. “Could be one, could be four, could be seven. I don’t really have a set schedule or a direct connection with my ovaries to tell them we only want one or two more, you know?”

“OK, valid point.” Mark chuckled as he handed you a lighter clothes box. “But let the record show, I wouldn’t mind doing four again.”

“Let the record show that I would greatly mind doing four again. My ass looked like a Goodyear blimp for months.”

“I bet it looked fantastic.” 

“OK you keep your pregnant girlfriend fantasies in your pants for now, you hear me?”

“Oh no.” He cooed as he he wrapped his arms around your waist before you could walk out of Theo and Thomas’ room. “Now I’m gunna have that image in my mind for months.”

“And that’s where it is gunna stay for at least another year.”

“Oh, so I’ve got you down to a year now.”

“Mark!” You screeched as you pushed him away from you to finish unpacking. “Unpack your current kids shit before you start planning on adding more shit to it.” You headed down stairs, grabbed the next box, and headed back upstairs before you realized that you had left your boyfriend in the hallway.

“My kids?” He asked as he looked up from the wood floor to find your eyes. You paused with a furrowed brow and nodded slowly.

“You’re the only father figure they have ever known and you’ve been there for them… for us, nearly every day for the past what, almost a year, without batting an eye, no matter how much I tried to scare you off. Of course they are your kids, too.”

“(Y/N), do not put that idea in my head if you ever plan on taking those boys…”

“Mark, I wouldn’t have agreed to buying a house with you if I ever planned on taking them away from you. And at the same time, I wouldn’t be able to take you from them at the end of the day because you are their world. You may not be a biological father, but you are their father.” He nodded his head and tears welled in his eyes as he reached out to hold the banister and scrubbed at his eyes.

“OK.” He choked with a sniffle and a nod. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me.” You giggled as you passed him the box in your arms and headed back down to go get more. “You still have no idea what you’re signing up for.”

“Apparently I never will.”

“Don’t worry, neither will I!”

Part 5

[smutandfluffohmy]

Drunken slurs

From: Smutandfluffohmy

Character parings: Reader x Peter Pan

A/N: Warning mentions of alcohol use and sex.

“Y/N come try this” Adam called out to you from the other side of the fireplace.You strolled over to him to see what he wanted you for, as you got closer to him you noticed that him and a hand full of other Lost Boys had goofy grins.

“What’s wrong with you guys” You said to the whole lot as the same goofy grin spread across your ow face wondering what’s so funny.

“Here take a sip of this” A lost boy passed you a bottle of something, even though the bottle had a label it was far too dark to properly read. 

“What’s this?” You asked holding the bottle towards them trying to shove it back into their own hands.

“Happiness in a bottle” Another lost boy said from next to you “Come on just drink it, look it’s safe to drink” the same lost boy said taking a swing from the bottle.

“Ok fine I’ll take ONE sip from it” You said as the bottle was pushed back into your hands and cheering from the lost boy filled your ears as you brought the bottle to your lips and let the liquid that stung at your throat fill your insides.

                                          ~An hour later~

“Heyyy Y/N have I ever told you how much I like you” Devin said scooting closer to you.

“I like you too you’re like a little brother to me” you said letting out a low laugh as you ran your hand through his hair making him look silly.Devin leaned in closer puckering up his lips,when he was mere centimeters from his lips connecting with yours you were harshly pulled up from your seat.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Peters voice echoed through the camp causing the chatter to stop, now if that comment was addressed towards you or not was unbeknownst to you. 

“We were just having some fun tell him Y/N” Devin said looking up at you the goofy grin hiding just how petrified he was at the moment.

“Ok everyone needs to chill out, someone pass me a bottle of that thing to give to Peter” You said stumbling towards the fireplace, Peter soon had you in his arms again before you could fall on your face.

“What did I tell you guys about letting her drink that shit” Peter said propping you up with both his hands now as he scowled the lost boys.

“Come on Peter she’s a big girl” A lost boy said walking towards you two before crashing on the floor and not getting up, probably to drunk to do so.

“You know what fuck you guys and fuck you” Peter said pointing at Devin who knew had hell coming down on him tomorrow.

As Peter magically took the both of you to your treehouse helping you towards the bed. “Fuck them” Peter muttered under his breath.

“Fuck me, more like” You said trying to pull Peter by his shirt collar towards you. “You,me, bed now” You say pulling him towards you too harshly which caused you to fall on the bed and Peter to fall on top of you causing you to burst out laughing.

“Y/n no you’re drunk out of your wits here lets get to bed and go to sleep” Peter said getting up and trying to put the blankets over you.

                                    ~The morning~

“Ow my head what happened” You said sitting up on the bed as your brain pounded against your skull

“Get the fuck back to sleep, y/n” Peter said dragging you back down to the bed next t him. “We’ll just sleep off the hangover” Peter said against your shoulder.

“Ugh who let me drink” You said covering you and Peter with a blanket tangling your legs together.

“I told them not to let you drink” Peter said bringing you closer burying his face on the crook of your neck as you both drifted off into a deep sleep.

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