#i love pulling shit out of my ass when it comes to biology

[honey-marrow]

[munsonson]

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Note(s): 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI, AFAB!Reader x Eddie Munson, SEX, Filthy Dialogue, Even Filthier Descriptive Lingo, Kind of Public Sex

"Pl-Please," you beg, your breasts heaving underneath you as he presses you harder into the shelf cluttered with cleaning supplies and filthy rags. Your hands find purchase on the shelf right underneath the first, occupied instead with storage bins and mop heads you accidentally knocked to the floor as the two of you moved in messy tandem. You let out a little squeak at a particularly harsh thrust that had you seeing stars.

He had your skirt bunched up against your lower back, clutched in his ringed fist as he bucked his hips furiously into yours, sure that the denim of his jeans he'd pulled down just below his cock were going to give your legs a searing burn, but you loved it. He had his face buried in your hair while his free hand gripped the shelf you were unwillingly resting your cheek on.

"God, so fucking wet," he snarls, almost in disgust, but you knew for a fact that wasn't true. He loved how wet you got for him, that you were practically swimming in your thin panties at just the thought of being bent over by him. "You hear that?" You do, the sickening squelch of his cock moving in and out of your abused hole the only other noise emitting from this damned janitor's closet aside from your quiet moans and his animalistic growls and grunts.

"So mad at you," Eddie sneers, and he's thrusting harder now if it were possible, his hips smacking into yours, so sure his balls were hitting your clit with every impact. "Why him, huh? Why'd you choose h-him? FUCK!"

You yelp as he grabs a fistful of your hair and drags your head back enough for him to suck dark, unforgiving marks into your throat. You knew now what had gotten him so worked up. In Biology, when called upon by your teacher, you'd selected a kid named Brian as your partner. He was top of the class, someone you were sure would help you get an A. You didn't think Eddie would take it in such a way but you were so glad he did.

"Eddieee, I...OOH!"

He'd taken his hand previously holding your skirt and instead began furiously rubbing little circles into your clit as he began to lose rhythm, getting too close to the end. Too soon. He didn't want this to end so soon, but how could he last in a pussy like yours? You felt so heavenly, he'd tell you. So tight and so warm and so fucking inviting. Any guy would kill to fuck your pussy but only he was allowed to, only Eddie, the freak of Hawkins.

"Fuck, fuck, hnnngh," he groans, emptying himself in you just as you climaxed from his fingers rubbing your clit. "You're gonna tell the teacher tomorrow you wanna switch partners."

"Maybe," you said instead, grinning at him, your throat already littered with purple marks. "Brian's gonna get me my A that I need to bring me my grade up. You barely attend the class as is."

"Teacher ain't got shit I'm interested in hearing." Eddie confesses, breathless as he pulls his pants back up over his hips, assisting you in pulling your panties back up your shaking thighs, giving your ass a sharp tap with his palm. "But if you want an A, I'll give you one. But come tomorrow, Brian's looking for someone else to partner up with. Or I'm not letting you cum."

And you knew he meant it.

[undercover-monsterlover]

NSFW Alphabet - Wamuu

Had to do a NSFW Alphabet of my fav character from anything ever. This is more geared to a female partner, sorry.

A - Aftercare: His aftercare is simple but effective. He doesn't make you wait to get cleaned up, after a few moments of rest and a few words of praise, he's up, and bringing you a warm, moist towel to clean you up, sweat, and other fluids. He'd prefer to do it himself, but if you're embarrassed by him wiping the result of your combined climaxes from your more sensitive areas, he let you do it. After that, he'll lay back with you, and just relax. Scratching your back lightly, stroking your hair, just letting you come down from the high. Usually, you'll fall asleep on his chest.

B - Body part: His favourite part on others tends to be their thighs, or waist area. Thighs tend to carry a lot of fat, and wether or not there's muscle under that flesh or not, he finds them pleasant to hold or squeeze. He's not a big enjoyer of thigh jobs however, but he does like seeing them move and strain as you ride him. He also likes the waist area. Wether it's lean and toned, slim and smooth, or plush with love handles, he tends to use them as spot to grab you and pull you in when he wants affection. As for his favourite part of his own body, I'd say he's rather proud of his arms.

C - Cum: Generally thick in consistency, but more importantly, there's always a lot of it, wether it's his first time climaxing in a session, or the tenth. Pillarman biology man, that shit regenerates fast. For his preferred place to finish, he doesn't have a huge preference, but he finds cumming inside you the most natural feeling.

D - Dirty Secret: Wamuu isn't to secretive about any part of his sexuality, I mean, look at what he wears. He's especially not secretive with his partner, he will say the most blunt, overtly sexual things with no build up or context. If anything, he kinda likes that in this new modern world, his clothing is considered a bit revealing, and he secretly finds it amusing to see people's double-takes, or the way they resolutely avoid looking towards his groin or ass.

E - He has plenty of experience due to just the length of his life compared to humans, but in his own perception, he's not that experienced. He certainly wasn't as promiscuous as Esidisi when he and his masters were traipsing around the ancient world. He's always been focused on other things. When he was in the mood however, it wasn't that hard for him to find a willing partner. Unlike Esidisi or Kars, he disliked just going to brothels and paying someone for a quick fuck, he finds it almost unmanly, though he never let that slip to the others. He finds it much more honourable and satisfying to find someone more naturally, and put in what little work it would take to let him take them.

F - Favourite Position: He has plenty, but I'd say he especially likes what we'd call "prone bone" or a "speed bump" position, as they allow him to go hard and fast for long periods of time without putting stress on your body or joints. Humans are rather fragile compared to him.

G - Goofy: No. Other than light, appropriate humour as you're getting prepared, or light teasing during, he's a touch more serious than the average guy during sex. He doesn't really care of you crack a joke during sex(if you can even manage when fucking Wamuu is balls deep in you), but don't expect any laughter or even an acknowledgement of what you said.

H - Hair: He's just trimmed enough down there to avoid any hair showing out of his loincloth, but it's not really a priority to him. He finds it strange how concerned modern people are with staying shaved, especially if you're completely bare down there. He expects at least a little bit of a runway.

I - Intimacy: With as intense of a person as Wamuu is, it would be very difficult for him not to be intimate during sex. Again, unlike his masters, he's a bit more careful of how his partner feels, and doesn't see them as just a tool to use for his own enjoyment. If he's fucking you, he likes you for at least one reason other than your body, so there's always an attachment there, he's a bit of a romantic. He's a passionate man all-around, and he'll definitely make his fondness for you known.

J - Jack Off: He doesn't partake in masturbation too often, but you can't tell me that a naturally roided out, specimen of a man like him doesn't need a little self regulation at times. He's definitely not above it. I'd assume he goes at a leisurely pace, long, slow strokes, occasionally swiping his thumb over the tip. He's not edging himself, so to say, but he's not in any hurry to finish, he likes to take his time.

K - Kinks: He's sort of a natural guy, he doesn't really get into BDSM or sadomasochistic stuff, but he'll partake if you really want him too. If anything, his favourite kink to indulge in is praise. He finds it incredibly arousing when the person he's with melts at the sound of his words and compliments, it's also pretty cute.

L - Location: It's sort of depends. He's not against PDA, he finds it completely normal and natural to show affection in public, even if it's blatant things like patting your ass or making out, but actual sex is strictly private. He prefers the comfort of a bed, but after that the floor is actually his next go to, he's not typically one to bed you over a table or couch, he needs space to work with. He is also just like, a huge fucking man, so some spots are just too tight of a fit.

M - Motivation: He's gets most turned on by his partner being sweet or affectionate in innocent way. Little kisses to his palms or knuckles, leaning against him when you're sitting next to eachother, stroking his back or feeling his muscles, that's the sort of thing that gets him going.

N - No: He really just cannot get into roleplay. Nothing is more attractive to him then just himself, and you, and your own real dynamic. He's also really not an actor so him trying to play a role would be more funny than anything else. He gets the thought behind it, and why it might be considered attractive, but god does he just not enjoy it at all. Also like, what dynamic is cooler than ancient Aztec super-being vampire warrior and cute human.

O - Oral: This man wears your thighs like a fucking crown. He love giving cunnilingus, and he's particularly skilled at it. His hand is spreading your folds, his tongue is on your clit, his nose is right above your vulva and he is staring up at you to see every little reaction. If you runs hand through his hair or grip it, he's gonna be hard almost immediately. As for receiving blowjobs, he enjoys that too. To be honest, it's kinda hard to give him blowjobs considering his size, your cunt is much more equipped to handle his cock than your mouth/throat. It would mostly consist of licking up his length or swirling your tongue around his head, but seeing you work so hard to please him has him deeply aroused anyways.

P - Pace: This man is always deep and sensual, but the pace can vary depending on how both he and you are feeling. He prefers to go hard and fast, but if he's trying to help you relax or let off steam, slow and sweet is the way to go. Either way, he always has to take the time to get you ready and adjusted to the size of him before he can comfortably get going.

Q - Quickies: It's hard to say, but he prefers quickies for your sake rather than his. Like if he can tell you're hot and bothered he'll certainly eat you out or fuck you to climax quickly, but typically he prefers proper sex so he can really take his time, he feels that both you and he deserve it.

R - Risk: Not much surprises him after 10,000 years of being alive, and seeing all the sexual fads humans have gone through, but he's more into natural, "typical" sex. He doesn't really like the intense or more deviant things in terms of Dom/Sub dynamics, sadomasochism, BDSM, etc, it feels forced and awkward for him. He's all for trying new positions, but it'll probably be you bringing all the unique or new options to the table.

S - Stamina: Indefinite. He's a Pillarman, he could probably go forever. He understand that you however have a limit, and he's careful not to overwhelm you. There's probably also a point where it would stop being as pleasurable for him, but god only knows how long that would take, maybe days.

T - Toy: Not his thing at all. Doesn't like using them on you, especially doesn't like having them used on him. The very extent of his enjoyment of any props or tools during sex would probably be limited to maybe loosely tied ropes or chains, maybe handcuffs.

U - Unfair: He enjoys teasing you, but more-so in the leadup to sex, or when he's propositioning having some fun, but it never gets truly degrading or intense. In terms of edging, he's alright doing so for maybe a little while, but he can't help letting you cum to feel you tighten around him, or the look in your eyes when you let go. No matter what he knows he going to make you cum at least a few times, so edging to make each one more and more intense isn't really necessary.

V - Volume: He doesn't make any efforts to quiet himself unless there's someone that could possibly overhear. If not, he'll groan and grunt and moan all he wants, and he's kinda loud. But personally, I'd fucking love that, who wouldn't.

W - Wildcard: Sort of a personal thing but for some reason I cannot stop imagining him prompting you to kiss him. Either leaning his head to the side so you have more space to kiss his neck and jaw, tapping his cheek to silently tell you to kiss him there, or straight up just saying "kiss me" bluntly and openly. Hot.

X - X-Ray: He's huge, but we already know that. More importantly he's got great girth, with at least two veins along the length. His length is tan, with not really much of a difference in the head, maybe just a touch pinker, but not noticably.

Y - Yearning: Without a partner, his sex drive is minimal, it's not really a pressing matter to him. If he did have a partner he loved romantically as well as sexually, it's non-stop.

Z - Zzz: He doesn't really sleep unless it's that every 2,000 nap the pillarmen take, but he's content to let you fall asleep on him for the entire night through. I've always imagined the pillarmen could enter a sort of relaxed, almost sleep-like state if they wanted to though, but that's just me.

[servethelight]

Shit I’ve noticed during my clone wars rewatch and my interpretation (very Obi-Wan focused because he’s my favorite character lmao):

(Includes spoilers obviously)

+ I love this show to bits, but it has horrible issues with consistency. Every other episode there is a new weapon or something introduced and we’ll never see it again. This is very prevalent in especially the first seasons.

+ Obi-Wan is such a fucking enabler. Like he tells Anakin his plans are stupid at least twice during the Malevolence episodes, but then joins him on all of those. It’s literally like: “Anakin this plan is reckless and won’t work, anyways what’s my part in your plan?”

+ Rex running into that metal pipe. I forgot about that and laughed for 20 minutes straight.

+ Anakin pulls a “Are ya winning son?” on Obi-Wan about Ahsoka.

+ I once saw a post that it isn’t confirmed that Obi-Wan and Cody are friends, but you have Obi-Wan literally marveling on how competent the commander is and Cody always going the extra mile to save his general’s ass. To me that’s pretty much a friendship.

+ The Jedi are in general very gentle, but quite touchy. They might not go for hugs, but there is always someone touching someone’s shoulder or waist. And they’re just so fucking kind. I don’t think I ever noticed that as a kid, but they’re so respectful about life and culture and always helping someone. I just love them so much.

+ And I love the understanding and kindness the clones have. They’re soldiers and programmed to kill, but they’re also good people in most cases. I just wanna hug most of them.

+ My mother told me I cried as a child during the episodes with the Zillo beast. Well, I didn’t cry again, but I’m still so fucking mad at Palpatine for putting that poor creature in that position. If he just had listened to Mace Windu (more of the characters should actually, just saying) that poor animal wouldn’t have killed people and found its end like that.

+ Mortis is quite hated by the fandom but for me it’s a defining showcase of Obi-Wan’s, Anakin’s and Ahsoka’s relationship. I’ve seen people in the fandom saying that Anakin would’ve turned out differently if Obi-Wan would’ve told him he’s proud and took care of his feelings. This episodes literally show that he does exactly that and Anakin still doesn’t give a shit.

+ Anakin tells the son in his dream, that he’ll never come to the dark side willingly. Only to walk over to the literal manifestation of the dark side like 10 minutes later to save Ashoka. I came to the conclusion that the only way to tempt him was by promising to save his loved ones. I still think it was a really awful and greedy thing to become Vader for that, but I must admit it’s a noble character trait to put others first.

+ Kit Fisto doesn’t have nipples. Therefore I’ve concluded he’s isn’t a mammal and hatched from an egg like Nemo the clownfish. (And no, that isn’t a animation thing, Rex does have nipples when his shirt is off).

+ The discussion with my gf about Kit Fisto nipples and Star Wars biology also touched the topic of “how does Maul use the bathroom”. My conclusion is: he has a stoma, because the lower abdomen, where that would be, is always covered.

+ Hardcase mentions he is hyperactive. I now see him as my favorite ADHD clone, because having ADHD myself I can fucking relate.

+ I forgot Waxer died on Umbara and bawled my eyes out. Waxer is one my favorite clones and when he cried while dying I just couldn’t take it.

+ My friend spent the entire Umbara arc just simping for the clones (mostly Jesse), while I was suffering. So maybe they look hot or something for people attracted to men in this episodes.

+ In the episode after the Umbara the duo usually consisting of Waxer and Boil is sent out, but this time it’s just Boil and I was about to bawl again.

+ For being called “the negotiator” Obi-Wan gets his ass beat quite a lot after his “negotiations” (aggressive flirting).

+ While I’ll never forgive Obi-Wan for doing that Raako Hardeen shit, I nearly pissed myself when the Ziro the Hutt’s ex gf is flirting with not one but two women there. Like I didn’t expect her to be the fucking gay rep in clone wars.

+ I’m seriously never forgiving Obi-Wan for that. I can’t get over Ahsoka’s tear filled eyes while she’s holding his corpse. Also she doesn’t seem angry like Anakin just massively sad and disappointed after it is revealed that he’s still alive. Personally I believe she’s starting to doubt the order here.

+ Point three on hating on my favorite character for that shit, I feel like Anakin becomes quieter and less playful after that disaster.

+ Maul is me. He’s obsessed with Obi-Wan and mentions that he has massive problems what is going on inside his head. As a mentally ill person, that makes me feel really seen lmao.

+ The underwater episodes and the ones with Ventress on that train were just the most beautiful worlds I’ve ever seen. Like the planets in general are so beautifully designed in clone wars, I’m so in love.

+ Motherfucking “I said fuck the council and became a child soldier for a rebellion at 13” Obi-Wan Kenobi seems very reluctant on doing it again. There are two entire arcs of him disagreeing on helping rebels. First I didn’t understand, because like dude you literally did this before, but since he talks about his worries about bringing the separatists in or worsen the situation, I think the poor man is just a little bit traumatized.

+ After the events of Onderon I’m pretty sure Ashoka is already filled with doubts about the order, the republic and the war. I also feel like she’s feeling massively led down by Obi-Wan again, which broke my heart because I love their relationship.

+ I just realized he fails Ahsoka a third time, when she is captured by Hondo and Obi-Wan is supposed to help her. Instead he gets attacked by Grievous and is forced to postpone the helping them until they help themselves. I mean it’s not his fault but in Ahsoka’s place that wouldn’t feel good to me.

+ This particular fight with Grievous ignited my love for Obi-Wan again. Before he attacks Grievous he helps an injured clone and when he goes into the fight, Grievous directly kills a clone. Instead of his usual witty remarks, he just goes: “you’re gonna regret that” and jumps Grievous. He just loves his clones as much as I do.

+ One of the most beautiful shots in the entire series for me is in the episode before the droids find Gregor. This WAC droid looks into the desert and it reflects in his eye. Because of the cracks in the desert ground it looks almost like a retina. Beautiful metaphor of combining something artificial and metallic with an organic and almost human part. This was such a fucking raw shot for me, it took my breath away.

+ Tarkin is an asshole, but he’s climbed the asshole latter so hard after he has been mean to Plo Koon.

+ Shotout to Obi-Wan for convincing the order to let Anakin go after Ahsoka. Additionally the whole time he acts in her support only to be shut down by the council. I didn’t remember him doing that so I was surprised.

+ Fives tells the plot with the inhibitor chips to a cab driver. Do you think the cap driver ever thinks back after the war and is like: “Fuuuuuuck”?

+ I kid you not, the clone bar has gender neutral bathrooms (and no, it’s not bc the clones are all male, in the bar are also women). The bathroom are just decided by humans, hutts and a third species I cannot quite recognize.

+ I forgot Teckla gets shot, NOOOOOOO

+ I always say clone wars anakin is better, but Jesus stop acting like a jealous bitch. Padmè deserves an award for putting up with his bullshit. Obi-Wan too. He even tries to give him reassurance by telling him that feelings are not forbidden and Anakin just bitches at him.

+ Obi-Wan casually passing on babysitting duty for Jar Jar fucking killed me (and yes, taking care of Jar Jar is babysitting duty).

+ Never in a million years I would have thought to see Jar Jar admitting to fucking this queen, but here we have him saying he was making love to her last night. Imma set myself on fire and I believe Windu will join me.

+ You could also call the clone wars the exposition wars. Every episode has their one minute exposition in the beginning, but I feel like a lot of the dialogue is used for exposition.

+ Obi-Wan doesn’t learn shit. That man got drugged by Hondo, but yet still accepts drinks from the Pykes. MY BROTHER IN CHRIST PLEASE DONT

+ I AN GOING TO SCREAM. You have been informed that the Clones have a behavior influencing chip in their brains and then you find out Dooku was behind the creation of the clones and no one connects the fucking dots. I love the Jedi, but goddamn are you all dense.

+ Do you think Hunter thought Rex was screwing his general? Because their conversation sounded kinda suggestive and then they trail off to do something secret.

+ Ahsoka going “my older brother thought me”after kicking a guy where it hurts most. I now imagine Anakin going to Ahsoka as soon she got to be his padawan: “Listen up Snips, if you ever facing a creepy guy, you kick them right there”

+ When the sisters make their escape I don’t get why they don’t let Ahsoka fly. She’s clearly the more capable pilot.

+ Controversial opinion: I have a strong dislike for Bo Katan. She’s a fucking terrorist who doesn’t betray the deathwatch when they murder an entire innocent village, no but when there’s Maul trying to take their authority. Says a lot about her character if you ask me.

+ I mcfucking cried when the clones painted their helmets according to Ahsoka’s face markings and my flatmates gf came in and asked me if everything’s alright. I am fucking embarrassing I have seen this scene three times already but I still bawl like a baby.

+ Also my dear Obi-Wan can you quit being an ass? A “hello Ahsoka, nice to see you” wouldn’t have killed you.

+ Through the whole show most of the characters seemed to appear increasingly tired towards the end. Especially Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, but other characters aswell. The only one who seems to stay energized is Anakin. He becomes more serious but I feel like he’s the only one at the end that is still going into battles with full energy. It almost felt like he’s especially thriving in a war scenario which is incredibly sad.

+ The beauty of that last scene with Vader is truly unparalleled. I don’t ever think a tv show can recreate that.

+ I still love this show to bits and I cried 5 times total during that rewatch, shit this was nice.

[queergalpal97]

Okay so this is only my second time posting a fic on here, so be gentle everybody. I'm also on mobile, so if the format is weird that's why. (Also because I'm shit with formatting)

My inspiration for this one shot was Olive convincing Adam to watch the ✨Barbie Movie.✨

I hope you enjoy!

~A ✨

(I do not give permission for my work to be re-posted, copied, or translated.)

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"Adam?"

"Yes, olive?" Adam looked down at his girlfriend, nestled into his side.

Movie night was her idea, and yet there she was scrolling on her phone not even watching the documentary. Practically doom scrolling again.

Adam had half a mind to throw the phone away, pull her into his lap and... we'll come back to that thought.

"Remember how you love me and would do anything for me? Remember that?" Adam narrowed his eyes as olive sheepishly pulled her blanket closer to her face.

"I vaguely remember something along those lines, yes," Adam paused, "Why?"

"Well I have our next movie night sorted!" Olive beamed at him, the things her simple smile did to him, it should be illegal. Adam wouldn't know though, he never did get around to applying for law school. Thank god for Holden.

Adam looked down at her, a bemused curve of his lip that only olive could pick up on appeared.

"Oh?" His eyebrow quirked

Olive blushed and would have turned away if it wasn't for Adams hand gently cupping her jaw.

"And what's your plan my smart-ass?" Olive giggled, yes giggled! And Adam melted slightly.

"I got us tickets to.....The Barbie Movie!" Olive exclaimed, smiling ever so anxiously. "I checked and it's not a musical, well not really, so I figured you wouldn't mind?"

It took Adam a second to register what olive said, before he chuckled slightly. Pulling olive into his lap he nuzzled himself into her neck and laid soft kisses on her skin.

"Well, if you promise it's not a musical I suppose I have no issue with going" He whispered into her ear, before nibbling on her earlobe.

"Adam...." Olive sighed breathily.

"Yes Olive?" Adams hands held on that bit tighter to olive, her hands snaked around his neck and into his hair.

"I- I um,"

"Yes?" He chuckled."Have you forgotten already, Olive?"

"N- No, I just" she moaned quietly, "It's n- not the time anymore."

"I don't think I believe you, smart ass, did I distract you that easily?"

Olive tucked her face into the Crook of his neck and she sighed, it was more of a whimper, but if Adam noticed he didn't say anything.

"What can I do for you Olive?" Adam whispered gently, trying to coax her out of her hiding spot.

Olive slowly angled her head up to Adams ear, careful not to move too far from her hiding spot, "I was thinking......that um- well......we could dress up when we see it?"

Adam raised a brow, "I beg your pardon?"

Olive blushed and almost shrunk against Adam before explaining herself.

"Well, it's a trend online where couples dress as Barbie and Ken, or Barbie and Barbie, or Ken and Ken, to go and see the movie! And it looks fun! And I could be scientist Barbie and you could be biology ninja Ken!" Olive giggled again, a nervous but somehow excited giggle. Possibly because of the look on Adams face as he tried to understand Olives rambling.

"Olive I never enjoyed acting or dressing up, but I think I could make an exception for you, my beautiful smart ass." Olive swooned and leaned back to look at Adam. Pure adoration flowing from her. "But Olive....." Adam smirked, "I'll only dress up if I can be your Biology Ninja Ken"

Olive wrapped herself around Adam once more, though this time for more wholesome reasons, and squeezed him tightly.

"As if I would ever let you be anybody else's, I'm terrible at sharing!"

Adam heartily laughed, "I'm well aware of your aversion to sharing, we do work together after all. Plus it's one more note for the Title IX" Adam smiled down at a blushing olive and leaned in closer, gently kissing her.

"Now can we please finish this documentary, it's actually quite interesting when you pay attention."

Olive scoffed and pushed herself off of Adam, before retrieving her phone again. It took mere seconds before it was plucked from her hands and onto the other couch.

"Hey!" She exclaimed.

"Oops," Adam grinned sheepishly, "I guess you just have to pay attention to me instead"

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The end.

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[maren-gvf]

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Jake One-Shot

jake kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDI, smut, cursing, a little bit of drinking, general foreplay, !protected! p in v sex, teen Jake (18 give or take) (I know this isn't what teenage Jake looked like, but I don't feel comfortable using those pics)

Lemme know if I missed any warnings 😙

A/n: writing bc of writer's block! anyways, I really love this type of Jake fic so I wanted to make my own. I hope u enjoy!

Your phone buzzes as you pull into the Kiszka's driveway.

Josh: are u almost here?

You take out your phone and text him back.

You: Yeah I just pulled into ur driveway

Josh: k u can just come inside

Josh: the door's open

You: kk

You get out of your car, grabbing the Walmart bag full of supplies and your backpack. He was right, the front door was unlocked. You felt weird just letting yourself in, but it's whatever.

Josh is sitting at their dining room table when you walk into the foyer. He's drawing something on the huge piece of white poster paper he got for the project.

"Hey!" He greets you, looking up at you.

"Hey!" You say back, setting the bag on the wooden table. You start taking out your computer.

"How's the research coming along?" Josh asks, continuing to draw what looks like plants.

"Well," you start, pulling up the shared Google doc, "I found a lot out about the different organisms you'd find in a rainforest, but that's about it," you say, letting him scroll around.

"It looks good," he compliments. "Very informative."

"What about you?" You ask, grabbing a blue marker and walking over to the other side of the table to start on the fonts.

"I've done a couple things," he says.

"By that you mean you've done nothing," you say, giving him a look.

"Okay it's not my fault," he starts, putting the cap on the green marker he was using, "Jake needs me to sing for his band, so I haven't really had the time to do anything."

"Jake has a band?" You ask, looking up at him.

"You talking about me, Josh?" That familiar voice says. His familiar raspy tone crackled through your ears.

"I was just telling Y/n about your band," Josh says, grabbing another marker, "and how I never have time for school because of your ass."

Jake laughs to himself which makes you go momentary blind. You breathe in deeply, trying to ignore him even though his presence looms over you like a thick blanket.

He's not wearing a shirt, only some long pajama pants. He pops the cap of his beer on the edge of the table and takes a seat which makes his bicep muscles come out a bit. He wasn't very muscular, but leaner. You could see a faint outline of abs when he walked over to his seat.

Fucking hell.

"You interested or something?" He asks you, his stare burning into the side of your head.

You knew Jake only because of Josh. You weren't necessarily close with either of them, but your parents were good friends. You saw Jake around school and only had one class with him in Junior year. Josh was in your biology class which got you paired up together.

"I didn't know you played," you say, continuing to write, unable to look at him.

"Hm," he takes a swing of his beer, "well maybe you could come watch us some time."

"Maybe..." you say, nervously coloring in your letters.

Josh's phone dings, "Oh shit! I'm supposed to go pick up Sam from Danny's," he says. "Are you good to hang here by yourself and work on it?"

I have to stay here with Jake?

"Um, yeah, I'll be fine!" You say, watching him gather up his keys.

"Okay, and Jake leave her alone!" He yells, exiting the house. The front door slams and you're left there alone with Jake.

You continue your work, ignoring Jake who's very obviously looking at you as he drinks his beer.

"Do I make you nervous or something?" He asks.

"Why would you think that?" You ask, finally making eye contact with him which was a clear mistake.

"Well for one, your face is all red, and two, you're obviously trying to avoid me," he says, leaning back on the chair. His legs open a little.

"You definitely don't make me nervous," you say, your voice a little bit shaky because he does actually make you nervous.

"You're such a bad liar," he says, laughing to himself once again, a stupid smirk on his face.

"What are you doing here anyways?" You ask, now looking into his eyes.

"Uh, this is my house," he says, crossing his arms with a slight tilt of his eyebrows. You ignore his comment, feeling a little embarrassed.

He gets up from his chair and walks over to you. He's standing so close you can smell his body wash and the slight lingering scent of his shampoo. You feel like you're going to faint any second. He's so overwhelming to look at, you wanna burst into dust or flames or something!

"I've always had a thing for you, you know?" He says, reaching across your line of sight to grab a red marker.

You stand up, looking directly at him, "What?"

"Yeah," he leans on the table, twirling the red marker in his hand, "I've always thought you were beautiful and you have a cute personality." He tilts his head towards you a little bit.

He's so casual about it, you think you're dreaming. He moves a little closer to you. Your heart races uncontrollably. Your hands instinctively land on his chest. His eyebrows raise in satisfaction like that was his plan.

"Can I?" He says in a low voice, putting his hands on your waist as he walks you backward out of the dining room.

You gulp, nodding your head as you maintain eye contact with him.

He stops you in the dark hallway, pressing you gently against the wall as his hand slides up your shirt. His other hand holds your jaw, lifting your chin up slightly.

Please don't let this be a dream!

He brings his lips down to yours, kissing you gently before adding more pressure. His lips are so soft, you melt right into them. His tongue parts your lips, slowly sliding into your mouth. He tastes incredible. The kiss slowly becomes more needy, your hands going into his hair.

His lips disconnect from yours, traveling down your jaw and latching on your neck. He gently sucks at the skin enough to give you pleasure but not enough to leave a mark.

"Fuck me," you barely say, your hands traveling down his warm, tanned skin to reach the waistband of his pajama pants.

"I will, baby, I will," he breathes, kissing your lips again.

He moves you down the hall and into a room that you could only assume was his. He strips you of your shirt before you lay down on the bed. He takes your shorts off, tossing them to the floor, leaving you only in your bra and underwear.

What am I doing right now?

He separates your legs as he lays himself in between them. He kisses your lips before undoing your bra and adding it to the pile of clothes.

"You're gorgeous," he says, breathing heavily. "I need you."

"I've needed you more," you breathe out.

He slides your underwear off, leaving you completely naked under him. He slides two fingers into your wetness. He slides his fingers inside of you. You immediately hold onto him, your mouth open a little bit. He pumps them in and out of you.

"Holy shit," you moan, connecting your lips to his. His tongue distracts you from the amazing feeling he's building up inside of you.

"Jake-" you tilt your chin up.

"Come for me, baby," he says, continuing his motions as he plants kisses over your breasts.

Your orgasm hits you like a truck. He takes his fingers out of you.

"Jake, I need it, I need you to fuck me," you say, breathless.

"I know," he says, opening his nightstand and taking out a condom. He strips himself of his pajama pants, slipping the condom around his dick. He crawls on top of you, your legs wrapping around his waist. He situates himself in front of your entrance before slipping inside of you.

"All this for me?" He smirks, lightly thrusting in and out of you. Your arms wrap around his back, your fingers digging into his skin. Your breath hitches as he pulls in and out.

How'd I go from doing homework to being fucked?

He rests his head on your shoulder, his breath hitting your collarbone.

"Fuck, Y/n," he sighs, "you feel so good."

Your hands wrap around his biceps as he continues thrusting, "I'm almost there, Jake." You tightly shut your eyes, your hand flying down to grip the sheets. Both your bodies produce moans of pleasure that surround the room.

Your second orgasm approaches. Jake fucks you through it as his own takes over him. He releases himself, “Fuck,” he moans into the crook of your neck.

He pulls out falling to the side of you.

“Holy shit,” you laugh, covering your mouth. Both your breathing is rapid.

“Y/n!” You both hear Josh shout from the living area.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you say, scrambling off the bed and getting yourself dressed. Jake puts his pajama pants back on.

“Wait,” he says, holding the door closed, “I meant what I said in the dining room. I do… really like you.”

You smile, tucking some hair behind your ear, “I really like you too, Jake.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

[miraruinada]

Natalie Walker, in a room at the San Tropeo Hotel, Via Perdon, Topaxi, Semptember 891 AM. Motherfucking hemorrhoid-licking old bastard, I saw the distrust in her pale, bored little eyes right from the start, and I said to myself this asshole will take every chance she gets to spit on me, the motherfucking piece of shit. But I'm dumb, I've always been dumb and naïve, and I let down my guard. And the same thing that always happens. Idealism. Philosophy. Vomit carelessly soaking Natalie Walker's hair. And on top of it all the dumbfuck looks at me like she's sorry for me, as if to say this Gaean brought me these kids just to shit on them, and Ignacio looked at me too and the fucking dipshit didn't even blink, like he was used to being insulted by any old fart-breath, any constipated grand old philosopher of Cemanahuac idealism who got the urge. And then the old bastard comes right out and says she doesn't like being interviewed, never mind how hard it was for me to set this up, and the ass kissers say okay, no problem, we'll write up a question sheet right here, Ms. Great Philosopher of the Pleistocene, yes ma'am, instead of pulling down her pants and shoving the questions up her ass. And the old gal struts around listing her friends (all of them dead or practically dead), and she keeps calling me miss, as if that could make up for all the puke all over my shirt and jeans, and what can I say, I didn't even have the strength to answer her when she started talking to me in Logresian, just yes, no, or I don't know, mostly I don't know, and when we left her house, which was a mansion, I said so where did the money come from, you dead-rat-fucking bastard, where did you get the money to buy this house?

I told Ignacio we had to talk, but Ignacio said that he wanted to hang out with Hugo Valdez, and I said you goddamn bastard I need to talk to you, and he said later, Natalia, later, and then I said I need to talk to you now, and the lousy prick acting like the cocksucker he is, turns around and stares at me and says hey, what's wrong? some unexpected problem? and luckily Hugo and Julio had gone on ahead and didn't hear him. It's especially lucky they didn't see me, because I guess my martyred face must have just collapsed, I could actually feel it changing. At any rate, I felt my eyes flare up with a lethal dose of hatred, and then I said go fuck yourself, asshole, so I wouldn't say anything worse, and turned and left. I spent the afternoon in tears.

I was supposedly in Topaxi to do a postgraduate course on biology, but I met Ignacio at a bar with his friends and we fell in love at first sight. Or at least that's how it was for me. I'm not so sure about Ignacio. Daylight came down along the streets, like something swooning or struck by lightning, dawn is so weird in this fucking city. The next day I stopped going to class and I spent my time having these endless conversations with the Young Farmers, who back then were still more or less normal, more or less sick kids, and weren't calling themselves Young Farmers yet. I liked them. They reminded me of old friends. I liked Hugo Valdez, Julio, Piel Lujosa. I liked that conceited bastard Iovan Herrera a little less. Anyway, I liked them. I wanted to have a good time, and around them things were always lively. I met lots of people, people who gradually began to drift away from the group.

I met Anacaona Hosa, but we never hit it off. A stuck-up princess who thought she invented the wheel and acted like she was a revolutionary just because she'd been exiled from Xamay. Anyway, I got to know her a little after she was exiled and all the Young Farmers were drawn to her. Even Iovan and Hugo, who obviously got it on together (you know, I'll suck you, you suck me, just for a minute, and then we'll stop), seemed to be wild for the fucking princess. But I grabbed Ignacio and said: if I find out you're dating her I'll kill you. And Ignacio laughed and said, why would I do that? But even his eyes (which were the best thing about Ignacio, Zepacna eyes, temples and gardens) were saying the exact opposite.

And I said: Ignacio, you bastard, you stupid prick, you son of a bitch, when your friends disappear I'll still be with you, I know it, when you're left alone and helpless, I'm the one who'll be by your side and who'll help you. Not some old bag festering in memories and philosophical arguments. And definitely not your second-rate gurus (Iovan and Hugo? he said, they aren't my gurus, they're my friends), who the way I see it are going to vanish one of these days. Why would they vanish? he said. I don't know, I said, out of fucking embarrassment? shame? mortification? insecurity? indecision? evasiveness? spinelessness? and then I had to stop because my Castelan wasn't good enough. Then he laughed at me and said you're being silly, Natalia, go on, get back to class, I'm leaving now but I'll be back soon, and instead of listening to him I threw myself on the bed and started to cry. They're all going to leave you, Ignacio! I shouted from the window of my room as Ignacio disappeared in the crowd, except me, asshole! except me...

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Different version of daggers meet Jake's dads, but in the other au I'm writing (and squealing about!!)

They joked about roos being nepotism kid, having been raised by Mav (maybe mav and Goose, in an au where goose lives ❤️, but mav doesnt grow that much close to tom), and Jake obviously has Chris last name, no one connected to navy or anything. Until they see him break in the wildest grin that has mav reconsider everything cause fuck I know that grin, and shortly do grabby hands and running-crashing against the compacflt and his second in command and that small blond that is basically Jake but smaller and with tattoos.

Omg yes okay

So I’m writing this in the au of Chris x Ron x Tom just because I can.

Mav and Goose were leaning against the bar talking with Bradley. Everyone so far has made fun of him for being such the nepotism baby.

Mav noticed that Jake is the only one who hasn’t made a jab at him. Jake just keeps checking his phone.

He hears more people come into the bar, but Goose hits him. He turns and looks, shit is that Tom? And Ron Kerner? Who the hell is the blond under their arms?

Jake takes off from the group. He slams into them. Goose can’t help it he lets out a “what the fuck.”

Jake gets a kiss on the head from each man, he drags them back over. “Mav pretty sure you know who this is.”

God that little shit. “Hey Tom. Hi Ron. Hello blond man who is Jake in 20ish years.”

That gets a laugh out of Jake. He grins.

Oh fuck. That’s the grin Tom gave him in the locker room at top gun. Is Jake Tom’s kid?

“Mav meet my dads. Ron, Tom, and Chris Seresin.”

Goose snaps out of it before Mav does. “Good to see you guys again. Congrats on all the promotions.” He shakes everyone’s hands, “didn’t know you had a kid Tom.”

Tom smiles, he ruffles Jake’s hair, “yeah. Didn’t talk about it.” Jake smacks at his tata’s hand, “shut it.”

Bradley raises his hand from where he’s sitting behind them. Ron points “clone of Goose go ahead.” Bradley thinks for a second, “y’all can’t like permanently ruin me if I ask this right?”

Tom laughs. “Oh I can but I’ll let it slide tonight.”

Bradley nods. “Are y’all all together?”

Jake blinks at Bradley, “you’re dumber then you look aren’t you.”

“Jake I swear to god I don’t care that your dads are here I’ll kick your ass.” “I’d love to see you try Roo.”

Chris claps his hands together. “Boys!”

They both blush. “To answer Bradley’s question, yeah we are.”

Mav leans over to Ron. “Were you guys together when we were at top gun?”

Tom answers from where he’s leaning against Ron. “Kinda. Ron and I were hooking up but he was with Chris. Didn’t realize I could have both of them until Chris called me a fucking idiot and kissed me when we got back to Texas.”

Goose blinks. “Oh my god.” He points at Jake. “That’s why he has that evil grin you guys both have.”

Jake laughs. “You nailed it old man.”

Bradley blinks again. “Wait a second you’re also a nepotism baby!”

Tom glances at Jake, “he’s not wrong.” “Hey! Don’t agree!”

Mav tilts his head. “How the hell did I not know this?” Chris answers this again. “Wanted to keep him safe from the navy. Biology wise he’s my nephew, so we just kept our last name. Didn’t ever marry legally.”

Ron kisses the side of Tom’s head, “there was that hippy dippy wedding we did though.” Tom laughs and pulls Chris under his arm, “that was a fun wedding.”

They break off into chatting in polish, Jake tries to not hear what they’re saying. He smiles as he watches his dads. Bradley touches his elbow. “I’m sorry. I was a real dick.”

Jake laughs. He taps his fingers on Bradley’s chest. “Not like I was an angel but you had it coming. Needed you to jump off that cliff you were standing at.”

Bradley and Jake hug, Chris leans back and kisses both of his men. “Think he’ll be okay?” Ron tucks Chris in between them. “Yeah they’ll work it out.”

“Sexually.”

“Tom I swear to god.”

Chris laughs. “He’s not wrong it’s like watching you two.”

There’s a chorus of heys but Chris just keeps smiling. He catches the rest of the daggers looks. “Go on get me a drink, I think we’re about to be interviewed.”

[ryuzakemo128]

House of the Dragon Incorrect Quotes

Masterlist / Masterlist Part 2

Dividers Used: Link Starring: Daemon Targaryen & Freyja Skjaldmeyjar-Targaryen [Female Reader]

Freyja: Go fuck yourself. Daemon, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Freyja: What’s your body count? Daemon: Do you mean sex or murder?

Daemon: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Freyja: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

Daemon: Freyja, what do you call people you go out with but don’t try to sleep with? Freyja: …People?

Daemon: Stop doing that. Freyja: Stop doing what? Daemon: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Freyja: What happened to your nose? Daemon: I used it to break some guy's fist.

Freyja: I feel like doing something stupid. Daemon: I’m stupid, do me.

[Incorrect Quotes Modern AU] Daemon: This date is boring! Freyja: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store. Daemon: Then why did you invite me? Freyja: I didn't, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Freyja I'll do whatever I want! ---------------------------------------------

Freyja: Daemon, you're my best friend. Daemon: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend. Daemon: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

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Freyja: How would you like your coffee? Daemon: As dark and as bitter as my soul. Freyja, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

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Freyja: I like your new pants! Daemon: Thanks, they were 50 off! Freyja: I’d like them better if they were 100 off. winks Daemon: The store can’t just give away clothes for free. Freyja: That’s… not what I meant. Daemon: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Freyja.

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Daemon: If it’s any consolation, they got me here on a very misleading text message. Freyja: Technically, you are about to be screwed in the biology room.

Freyja: Do you think sex without love is a sin? Daemon: If it is, I’ll see you in hell.

Freyja: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly. Daemon, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

Freyja: Do it coward, you won't.

Freyja: Daemon and I are no longer dating. Daemon: Freyja, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

Freyja: banging a pen on the table out of frustration Daemon: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Freyja: I— Freyja: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

Daemon: Kill him. Freyja: This is the kind of quality advice I look for.

Freyja: Just say when. Daemon: When. Freyja: I- Freyja: Now or later? Daemon: Oh.

Freyja: Daemon, I don’t think I can handle any more of your tomfuckery. Daemon: Oh yeah? Well I can keep going until you’re all tomfuckered out!

Freyja: I’m sorry for being annoying. Freyja: It will happen again.

Freyja: Daemon taught me to think before I act. Freyja: …So if I smack the shit out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.

Daemon: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things. Freyja: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

Freyja: Hey, wanna take a shower with me? Daemon: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

[sentimentalslut]

Hello! Just a quick question: how did you realise you want to be an attorney (not a law enthusiast or someone interested in pursuing it as a profession, simply a senior in highschool who is a little lost in life)?

hi! first of all — it’s normal to not know what you want to do at your age. your life is gonna take a ton of twists and turns and you’ll look back on this time in the future and be so glad you didn’t have everything figured out.

the short answer is that I realized I actually wanted to be an attorney uh. my third year of law school.

the long answer is this:

i went into college wanting to be a doctor. i was a biology major for the first two years of undergrad. i transferred schools after freshman year. i changed from pre-med to pre-nursing. i failed chemistry three times. my third year of undergrad i changed to a Spanish degree because it was the only thing i had enough credits in to still graduate in four years. i knew i’d probably wind up a teacher, which i wasn’t crazy about, but it was a job, and id be helping people — which was why i wanted to be a doctor in the first place. i took the lsat Junior year at my mothers insistence. “just in case”.

my junior year of college I worked as an assistant manager at a Jamba Juice. it blew — i’d get in at 5 to open the store at 6, then work until my class at noon. on my early morning commute id listen to the news. at the time, the stories about ICE’s family separation policy were just coming out. i was horrified. I wanted to do something.

i took a job as an assistant at an immigration law firm that summer. it was a lot of translation and research at minimum wage. but i got to watch my boss work. and her work was incredible. her clients were incredible. i wanted to be like her. to help people.

i worked my ass off to pull up my grades. i got into law school. i went right after undergrad.

one semester in, i called my father sobbing. i knew it wasn’t right for me. for the first time in my life i felt stupid. there was no way i’d make it through three years of this shit. and even if I somehow managed to graduate, i was going to be a terrible lawyer.

my dad is a doctor. he loves his job. he loves his patients. from what im told, he’s great at what he does.

when I finally managed a coherent sentence, i asked him when he knew that his career was right for him. when he knew he actually wanted to be a doctor. he paused, and then he laughed, and he said, with total sincerity: “my third year of residency.”

for some reason, that made me hang in there. maybe it shouldn’t have. for the first two years of my three year program, I HATED being a lawyer. it was miserable. i hated the people i went to school with, hated the values they had.

i took an internship position the summer after second year at a family law firm, drafting briefs and motions. my third year i worked as a student attorney for the school’s immigration legal aid clinic, representing clients in their deportation proceedings. for the first time, i liked what I was doing. it made sense. it felt right. THAT was when I knew I wanted to be an attorney. when i actually got a chance to do it. not before.

[wardenannie]

TessJoel prompt : Tess and Joel first time together ? How do you think it happened ? 👀

this is always fun to speculate on!

NS*W and TW for rough sex.

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He slams her into the wall as his apartment door slams shut behind them. Hands like thick manacles around her slim wrists. He pins her, snarls in her face, demands explanation because he's a desperate man, and this is all he can do.

"What were you thinkin'?"

Tess snarls right back at him, struggling against his hold but he is larger, stronger by fact of simple biology.

"Fuck you," Tess snaps. "Who the fuck do you think you are anyways. Who works for who, here?!"

Joel rolls his eyes and releases her with a chuff, "Oh shut the hell up, we're past that shit."

It's Tess's turn to get in his face, "Oh are we, Joel? Because you just stood back and-

His expression screws up like he has scented something foul in the air between them, he stands tall, peering down at her as she fumes "I did my fuckin' job. But you-

"Me?" Tess laughs sardonically, "I preserved the whole interaction, Joel. You would've had us shoot our way outta there, but me? I saved our asses."

"Bitch," is all he can reply because she is right, Tess is always right. And then he grabs her face and kisses her hard, because he doesn't know what else to do. And she's close. So close that he can smell her sweat where it dries on her skin, so close that he can smell the homemade shampoo she uses in her hair; lavender and mint. So close that he can see the flecks of green embedded in the honey of her iris.

He hates all of these things; how they comingle and combine to make up Tess. His Tess.

So, in the moment, it is impossible not to kiss her with ferocity and tongue and teeth. And she's kissing him back, of course. Because all the things he loves to hate about her, she loves to hate about him right back.

She tastes like metal and bourbon and blood when her teeth scrape his lower lip too hard. He growls into the kiss, pins her to the wall again, by her hips this time. Grinds against her body. He knows he's gripping too hard, hard enough to bruise, but he loves the sensation of her fighting against his hold, nails raking his chest, cursing against his mouth between desperate kisses.

The she slams her fists into his chest, forcing him off of her for the briefest moment so their eyes can meet. Their pupils are blown, nostrils flared like wild animals. Joel's face is hot, Tess is pink under her freckles.

"Bed." Tess orders. "Now."

He doesn't think, he only acts, practically tackling her in his effort to scoop her into his arms. The gesture is meant to be romantic but Tess squalls and fights him with all the ferocity of a feral cat until he wrestles her down onto his mattress.

They've never fucked before. But this is an event that has been years in the making. He touches himself to the thought of her nearly every night. She's the only thing that can make him come, damn that pile of mildewed nudey mags stowed away under his bed. Tess is all he wants.

They're kissing again, frantic and hungry, teeth scraping and fingers pulling and draggy against clothing until it is torn away. They part just long enough for Tess to get her tank-top over her head, then Joel is at her throat, kissing and sucking and biting the soft skin their raw while she gasps and curses beneath his assault.

When he pulls back there it a pretty, deep red mark marred into her skin. Joel smiles at his handiwork.

"Bastard," she curses, but she's already reaching for his cock.

She doesn't bother with any sort of pretense and foreplay as she shucks his jeans down his legs, followed by his briefs. She does whistle at the sight of his erection.

"'Big guy' wasn't inaccurate," she chuckles.

Joel puffs proud, but growing impatient. He palms one of her tits and demands, "On your knees."

Tess nibbles her lower lip, some playfulness replacing her urgency. Her eyes flash, and with feline grace she rolls and twists out of her pants and panties, kicking them away before landing promptly on her hands and knees.

"Quit wasting time," she snaps at him as he gives himself a few cursory strokes, spreading her cheeks to get a good look at the pink, wet slide of her waiting pussy. She's prefect, he can't wait to sink into her. To fuck her.

He's imagined this moment a hundred nights over. Finally fucking Tess. Sealing the deal. Making her his.

"Joel!" She barks, but before she can continue to scold him he's pressing the thick head of himself between her lower lips, into her slit, splitting her open with a long, low, masculine groan.

"Ho- Holy fuck," Tess gasps, hands grasping at the sheets as he drags her back and onto his dick. He gives her no time to adjust to the stretch of him before he begins thrusting his hips fast and hard.

Tess screams with pleasure-pain as their hips clap and wet noises fill up Joel's tiny bedroom.

"Oh god, Jesus fucking Christ, Joel, not so deep," she commands, but he ignores her. He does slow some, taking more care and consideration with each thrust, but it only serves to send him fucking deeper into her depths, brushing up against all of those sensitive spots that have her writhing and panting on the sheets.

She glances over her shoulder, and for a moment their wild gazes lock. In a demonstration of dominance, while holding her stare, he picks up his pace again, the wet slide of his cock into her sends delicious sensations up his spine. Tess, fighting back a groan of pleasure, flashes her teeth at him.

She begins to tighten up around him, her thighs quivers where their bodies slap together with near violence.

"Joel!" She screams his name, just like he has always wanted her to. Like he has heard a hundred nights over in his dreams.

"Come," he grouses, low, gravel in his voice. His big hands grip her hips with bruising force. He lifts one to slap her ass and she keens, back arching at the sharp contact. Wetness rushes around his cock as her pussy squeezes in tight around him, massaging along his shaft in a way that has him spilling in seconds.

Joel seats himself deep on instinct. Because he is a man and she is a woman and this is what men and women do.

He puffs through the aftershocks of his orgasm, Tess going limp under him as he holds her hips up, grip tight.

"You sonofabitch," Tess pants into the sheets, she presses her hips back onto him, even as he begins to soften up, because her own orgasm is still abating at the sensation of being full is too good to forfeit.

"'That's a funny way you got of sayin' 'thank you'," Joel rumbles and pulls out in a rush of cum.

He sits on the edge of the bed, cock out, shiny with Tess's essence, not entirely sure what to do with himself. All of the anger and urgency from before as faded and-

"You fucking came in me," Tess laments, scrambling to sit up. She stares between her thighs, a pearl of milky white leaks out of her and onto the blanket. "Joel what the fuck."

Shit. She's right, she's always right.

He rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly, "I- I'm sorry I didn't think about it I just..."

"Fuck," Tess buries her face in her hands.

Joel blinks and looks away. Their first time together, soiled.

"At least the sex was good?" He offers. Hot would be a better descriptor. Fiery. Intense. But he settles for 'good'.

Tess slaps him clean across the face.

[midwesternorcprincess]

so my evil uncle, as i've called him for several years now, well, it's complicated, i guess. i called him my evil uncle because he was very nasty for a while about ten years ago to my parents and my sister, who did him no wrong. he accused them of stealing from my great-grandma, which i take as an almost unforgivable insult. we were so poor we could barely afford food at the time, my parents were both going through major health issues, and my great-grandma would buy us groceries of her own volition when shopping. but my uncle is such a controlling hardass who has to have everything his way, that to him that was stealing i guess because HE didn't want it done, never mind what my great-grandma wanted to do with her own money. and he changed the locks so we couldn't get into her house or my grandparents' house (again none of us has ever stolen anything in our lives and we had nothing but great relationships with these relatives)

and that was the last straw for me, but it didn't come out of nowhere. he's always just started stupid ass arguments wherever he goes because of that need to control people who are minding their own damn business. he'd cause problems at almost every big family gathering, he sold real estate in town for a while until literally no one was willing to deal with him because he'd do the same there, he had pretty much only one friend from college who was still willing to stick by him, and even then he was constantly trying to rein him in. couldn't keep a woman around obviously, until about fifteen years ago he finally got one to marry him, god knows how they pulled that off

but, up until the incident a decade ago, i'd always have mixed feelings. he was very fond of me - he's my godfather - and we'd have a pretty good time when it was just us, or like us and my grandma or something, you know, a small group with someone he actually respected, which is very few people. he and my mom are the only people in the family with higher education (and now there's one more, me), and he was the only one who cared about science and things like that (he had a biology degree), so we kinda had that in common when no one else in the family did. so we'd bond and have fun sometimes. and then he'd turn around and start these dumbass fights and i'd get mad at him, but then we'd have fun again, and this was a neverending cycle

but as i said, in the last 10-15 yrs, i'd given up, started avoiding him, and after he did that to my parents, cut off contact and blocked him completely (he also provoked me by being nosy and wanting to know shit that wasn't his business) and refused to see him or speak with him. and also he was homophobic and went way down the Trump rabbit-hole. idk if he knows about my gf, but i can't imagine he has any good thoughts about trans ppl so i wanna keep him far away from that info.

but my mom and eventually even my dad came back around to him, far too easily at first, if you want my opinion. but he has by all accounts been good to them in the last two or three years or so. and he and my mom had to sort out all the shit with my grandparents' estate, since the other two siblings are even bigger dumbasses and caused all kinds of problems for everyone, so maybe there was a factor of my uncle and my mom having to be a team and deal with them.

my mom's always been too forgiving. especially to her siblings and their clans, who emphatically do not deserve it and don't even try to appreciate it, they just treat her like a punching bag. she's just the hug it out and cry type who always thinks there can be love and harmony again no matter how many times she's proven wrong. so for the last few years she's been trying to get me to come around and forgive my uncle too. and i've kind of been my own hardass, which i think at first was healthy skepticism. i had no reason to believe he wouldn't stir up shit just as soon as i turned around. but after so many years i think now it's my pride too, not wanting to give in, so i've refused contact still. he has reached out to me a few times and apparently really wants to repair our relationship (we never even had direct conflict, i voluntarily broke it off because of how he treated my parents) and i wouldn't.

but then come a year ago, my grandpa died so there was no avoiding it, i'd have to see everyone for the first time in almost a decade. and when i saw my uncle i found him suddenly very hard to hate. and he lit up a little in his way and i remembered the old affection i used to feel. and i think maybe i found him a bit pitiable. it's his own fault he's run everyone out of his life, but he lost his job and his wife left him and he started getting health problems and then the other two dumbass siblings started hating him for executing my grandparents' will and not letting them squat on my grandparents' property anymore because it needed to be sold. so my mom's right, i do kinda have to feel bad for him. certainly i feel much more inclined toward him than toward the other siblings.

but anyway my mom is pushing it way too hard, i am trying to come around and soften up and be forgiving in the best way i can. i guess she wants me to go about it like she does, all emotional and heart-to-heart and touchy-feely and all. but i can't be that way. idk if she understands that softening up my way, at a distance, is the only way i can start. my uncle's starting cancer treatment and she wanted me to call him and wish him good luck. fuck no i can't do that. but i genuinely want to extend an olive branch. or like, accept the one i've been repeatedly offered. so i think i'm gonna sew him a bear? i even got nicer fabric for it. and send it with a get well card or something. i kinda don't even want to tell my mom i'm doing it. my pride again i guess.

anyway character development. i think. i hope i don't regret this. but idk, maybe i should not be regretful if he starts acting like a jerk again. i guess i should only worry about the way things stand now and what's in my own control.

[solbylovely]

when i saw you - daniel larusso x reader

Warning : SMUT! ,making out,cunnglius.

summary : when daniel sees you in a half shirt and short shorts (with a bikini under) for the first time

requested : no

it was the first day of school in 12th grade "gosh I hate school" I got ready you wore your fav rock band tee shirt and grey sweatpants with your fav shoes your friends waited for you in school "hey y/n" "hey y/f/n" "how was summer" "fun! I met a new boy" "is he cute?" "Well, you can say that." I saw daniel down the hall "Daniel!" "is that him?" "yes" "he is cute but johnny Lawrence is so fine"

"ugh not this again"

"What?"

"johnny likes me not you and you can have him"

"your so lucky he likes you"

"naw I hate him he bullied daniel"

"no, he didn't"

"he did so I was there he was mad because I was hanging out with him"

"bro that's so dumb"

"you're allowed to move on"

ok so I dated johnny Lawrence he was such a jerk and now I have a new crush

"Daniel!"

"hey y/n"

"These are my friends"

"y/f/n"

"y/o/f/n"

"and y/o/f/n"

"hi nice to meet you"

"y/n talks about you a lot"

"shut up daniel!" I poke him

"Does she say nice things?"

"yes and no"

"ok I talk crap about you liking johnny"

"I knew it!"

"y/f/n/n chill" the bell rang

"ok, I got to head to class" I head to biology walked in, and saw johnny I have to find my name at a seat I have to sit next to johnny. oh I hate my life

"heyyy y/n"

"hey johnny"

I rolled my eyes man I hated him

"don't roll your eyes at me"

"oh johnny stop and get over me I don't fucking love you anymore I love daniel"

"daniel the freak"

"he's better than you"

"you wish"

"oh no I'm not I know he is"

"god you're a bitch" I slapped him across the face

"wtf?"

"what? call me a bitch one more time I do some karate on your ass"

"bitch.."

"oh you asked for it"

I fought he try to block it but he moved his arm and was trying to break it

"do want me to break it?"

"no! pls no"

"and also I don't give two shits about strike first, strike hard, no mercy shit"

I pushed his arm back "your lucky I didn't break it" after class I saw daniel in the hall and girls were flirting with him

"daniel hey"

"who's she?"

"my girlfriend" his girlfriend??

we walked away "your girlfriend??"

"look y/n I needed to get out there"

"It's fine daniel"

"y/n can I ask you something?"

"yeah go ahead"

"Will you be my girlfriend?" I look over to see a mad johnny

"yes! yes! yes! ofc I will!"

I give him a peck on the lips

he started blushing "come on Danny boy let's go"

"ok y/n tell me something about you," daniel asked

"ok I'm y/h (your height)"

"I like y/f/r/b (your fav rock band)" "And umm I know karate"

"Those are some cool things"

"the karate is from mr.miyagi" "I practice with him too!" "your joking!"

"I'm not" after school gosh, I finally get to go home I walk outside of the school doors and see daniel kissing a girl trying to push her away.

"get off of him now." I push her to the ground and grab daniel

"thanks for the help"

"you could've done karate"

"I would never touch a girl" I saw johnny coming this way

"daniel let's get going" I pull his hand and started running johnny running too I get into my car and drive off and johnny and his friends get on their motorcycles

I'm at my house now and johnny and his friends hop off their motorcycles

"get off my property"

"why?? your dating daniel?" he pulls me in tight and kisses me I kick him in the balls

"oww tf"

"get out"

"you are great."

"Thanks, daniel" man he was hot and it was hot out I should go for a swim in the pool

"Daniel I'm gonna go outside"

"ok"

I go upstairs and change into

with this outfit over

I went down the stairs and daniel stared at me I threw swim trunks at him

"thanks." he went to the bathroom and put them on he came out of the bathroom

"wow you look good." I started to blush

"are you blushing" "

what? no!"

we go outside to the pool

"it's nighttime already?"

"oh well."

"it's still nice out."

I take off my clothes and jump into the pool.

"daniel! come on in." he jumps in and he goes under and goes back up i put my hands around his shoulders and kiss him on the lips and he kisses back

"Daniel i'm sorry..."

"it's fine y/n.." he kisses me again and i kiss back it starts to turn into a heated make out session

"oh Daniel..please fuck me.."

"are you sure?"

"very.." i kiss him once more and we go inside and water is all over the kitchen now.

we go to my room and we start making out again Daniel starts kissing down my neck thank god my mom is at work.

"Daniel.."

"please just fuck me already!"

"are you sure" "yes!" i yell he starts to take down his swimming trunks.

his dick hit his stomach "you ready?"

"yes" then takes my bikini bottoms down and he touches me "wet already sweet heart?" he goes down to my pussy.

he started to eat me out he licked up and down and then went in circles "daniel...oh" he sticked his tongue in my hole.

*about 4 mins later*

my orgasm came "daniel!!"

"please just stick it in already"

he then put it near my entrance and slowly stuck it in "oh daniel go faster please." he sped up his pace "y/n! you feel so good."

he was moving a quick-fast pace "god daniel!" i was getting close "daniel i'm getting close..." "me too"

"oh god daniel i'm so close!"

"me too!"

our orgasm wash over us

daniel rolls over me

we are both breathing heavy

"god daniel your so much better than johnny.." i breathed out

"i know i am.." got up and found an out to put on after then shower

(yes there from shein i love shein.)

after the shower daniel got his to.

without the socks

"goodnight y/n" he then cuddled into me.

"goodnight daniel.."

[keilemlucent]

best nest

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: 6.2k

Keigo's never been able to properly indulge his instincts, though you're more than willing to help him change that.

warnings: avian, feral keigo. rut/heat cycles. nesting. wing kink. breeding. horny shit, i tell u what

beta’ed: @keiqos​ 

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wow :’^) this is a collab with the wuv, @keiqos​!! we each worked on a fic that was our own take of keigo during his rut, and now y’all get the fun results. here is hers!!! enjoy this feast!!!

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Keigo had been acting particularly weird for the past few weeks. 

He was hardly a skittish person, yet he had been avoidant and downright shy in the last month or so. Despite living together, you had hardly seen or heard from him, and when you tried to address his absence, Keigo continually brushed you off.

He was hardly meeting your eyes when you managed to be in the apartment at the same time.

Finally, one night, he came in late. You sat, waiting on the couch, very awake circa three in the morning.

His eyes went wide, knowing he was caught.

“I know it’s late, but can we talk?” You asked softly, patting the couch next to you.

Keigo nodded stiffly, wings folded timidly against his back as he sat. In his big, tough hero uniform, he looked so odd with his hands held so nervously. 

“What’s going on, love?” You spoke quietly, lowering the volume of the TV to a hum. “Talk to me.”

Keigo silently picked at the threading of his gloves, then pulled off his visor. He stayed silent, eyes wide and far off.

You sighed, bringing your knees up under your body to face him. You tried to sound strong, but there was a twinge of weakness in your voice, “Are you... seeing other people?”

That notion brought Keigo right back, head snapping up to meet your own before gripping the sides of your face (harder than you would’ve expected) and rapidly shaking his head.

“No, no, no, not at all,” Keigo scooted closer to you as he spoke. “I promise, not that.”

“Then what?” You were frowning, despite Keigo’s contact feeling aloe on a burn.

Once again, Keigo seemed to stumble. His eyes averted, going glassy.

“It’s embarrassing,” His hands slip from your face, back into his lap. “Very embarrassing.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Keigo Takami was many things. But, shy and passive were not in that repertoire. 

You deadpanned.

“Please, just tell me,” You huffed at him, crossing your arms. “You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, Kei’. Feels weird.”

“I know, it’s just— fuck.” His gloved hands dragged down his face, flushing a bright red. 

You figured he was a bit warm.

Carefully, you reached forward, going to pull them from his hands. He stiffened harshly, watching you with... slitted eyes— (had they always been like that?). You gingerly freed Keigo’s fingers and palms, intertwining your own. 

“You can tell me, Keigo,” You smiled at him, squeezing and feeling pricks of pain in the flesh of your own hands. 

You noticed then, that Keigo’s fingernails were longer, pointed even. Though, they didn’t look manicured. They seemed to grow darker at the cuticle.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at Keigo as he turned his head away, half hiding his face in the fluffy collar of his jacket. 

“You know how I go on a ‘business trip’ about this time every year?” Keigo asked, rubbing a clawed thumb over the back of your hands. 

You nodded, “You go on lots of business trips, Kei’. What’s different about this spring one?” 

Keigo shifted his legs, wings twitching at his back. His entire form emanated his uncomfortable energy. From the tension rolling off his shoulders to the way he clenched and unclenched his jaw, Keigo was visibly very anxious. 

“Okay, uh, how do I explain this—” Keigo dropped his head, then looked back up at you, blinking slitted pupils at you. “You know how I’ve got wings?”

“Duh, dummy,” You rolled your eyes, reaching out to brush some fingers over one of the large, external feathers. 

Oh, but you got a reaction you weren’t expecting. You hadn’t thought anything of your action, yet Keigo audibly moaned with the contact. Something loud, high, and sinful as his thighs clenched together.

Both of your eyes went wide. 

“So,” You began slowly, “You have wings.”

“I have wings,” Keigo’s voice sounded tense and held in his throat, shaking just a bit. “And, I have some other avian traits as well.”

“Like...?” You coaxed. Whatever it was must’ve really made Keigo uncomfortable if he was being this resistant to talking about it. This man was the number two hero, yet he was mincing about like a kitten. 

“Uhhh... They’re more behavioral. Some physical,” Keigo bit his lip, shaking his head. “What do birds do in the spring?”

“Is this a riddle?”

“No, straightforward question.”

You really thought he was pulling your leg, but based on Keigo’s words and grave expression, he was dead serious.

And you had a dead serious answer.

“Oh my god, Keigo, you migrate?!” Your mouth fell open. Keigo’s eyes went wide and he seemed to stifle a laugh before shaking his head, feathers ruffling. 

“No, oh my God, no,” Keigo carried some mirth in his gaze now. “Not at all.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing with him. The tension seemed to be somewhat out of his shoulders until you set a hand on his knee and squeezed. 

“Keigo, out with it,” You rolled your eyes. “I know it’s scary, but I promise, no matter what it is, I’m here for you okay?”

You let your eyes soften as you sighed, squeezing his hands. 

Keigo looked you dead in the face, “We fuck, (Y/N).”

You choked on your own spit, before leaning back with a small laugh, “I know it’s been a minute with your schedule, but we do indeed do that outside of spring.”

“No, no, not like that,” Keigo ran his hands down his face, shaking his head. “I’ve been avoiding you because this whole conversation is going to be weird and embarrassing. You up for it? Because it only gets weirder.”

“Lay it on me, tailfeathers,” You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. 

Keigo took a hand to sheepishly rub the back of his neck, “One of my more... avian traits is this... I don’t know, the Commission called it a ‘rut’, but I’ve done my own research and I’m not sure if that fully encompasses all of what it is.”

You weren’t entirely unfamiliar with the concept, but you certainly weren’t an expert.

“What happens during it?” 

“Uh, to be frank, exactly what happens during a bird’s mating season, and then some.” Keigo’s long nails dug into the fabric of his cargo pants. “My feathers grow in a bit differently. I nest. I get weird and territorial, possessive. I cannot tell you how much I’ve wanted to leave your neck covered in bite marks, just fucking claiming you—”

You both swallowed.

“And... You’re insatiably horny on top of all of this?” You asked, trying to ignore the way your insides were heating up.

Keigo nodded, waiting for you to reply with a softened, gooey gaze.

Oh, this was a little weird, right? Keigo was avian in some ways, but you never thought he had a whole ass mating season-

“Wait, so, in the spring, the ‘business trips’,” You used air quotes with a frown. “You’ve been just disappearing for your ‘rut’ and then coming back? Alone?”

Keigo waved his hands between the two of you, feathers fluffing up defensively behind him, “No, n-no, not like that. Never once. I’d just hole up in my apartment and fuck my hand like it was God.”

You choked. 

It made sense, you and Keigo moved in together at the end of last spring. Looking back, the timing now seemed to be intentional. 

“When did it start?” You asked, getting semi-intrigued by Keigo’s odd biology. 

“I was sixteen, I think,” Keigo did the mental math and bit his lip. “The Commission didn’t really know what to do with me, so they would just lock me up in my room with two extra blankets and call it good.”

You choked again. 

“So, you just disappear, deal with it, then come back?” You frown. “Keigo, I would’ve helped if I would’ve known.”

“I don’t know, (Y/N), it’s a lot to ask,” Keigo’s nails bit into his wrists as he squeezed. “I’m basically a horny, possessive, feral birdman for two weeks, not too mention the time leading up to it. That’s why I’ve been all distance. I’m sorry, I should’ve at least told you.”

“I would have appreciated it if you had, but I understand,” You grabbed Keigo’s hand again and squeezed. “This doesn’t exactly sound like a thing you’ve really ever been able to deal with comfortably, huh?”

“N-not really,” Keigo got all sheepish again, scooting a bit closer to you. “I haven’t really known what to do about it this year, so I’ve just been putting off facing you. I was just gonna get a hotel room or something, run off for two weeks, and then come back.” 

“Another ‘business trip’?” You raised an eyebrow as Keigo looked down, all sheepish and blushy. You tutted, shaking your head. “Well, babe, not this time. I’ve got you. I’m your live-in partner and I will not let my sweet, bird boy handle horny hours alone. I haven’t made you before, right?”

That made Keigo laugh, softly, some of the stress being held still in his wings falling away.

“I appreciate that, angel, but I don’t want you to agree to do this until you fully understand it,” He beamed you a smile. God, the man was like sunshine and candy when he chose to be. 

You nodded, giving him a(n) (over)confident smile, “Lay it on me, babe.”

Keigo had amassed quite a detailed understanding of his biological clock over the years, and he was able to spit it all back onto you.

“It’s basically two weeks of time where my only thoughts are ‘nest’, ’fuck’,’protect’, ’breed’—” Keigo cut himself off when your eyes went wide. 

“Wait, like, have children?” You asked, gut feeling unsettled. 

You and Keigo had been dating for a while, but the topic of children had never been seriously brought up. 

Does helping him mean to commit to having kids?

“No, not exactly. Like, I’m trying to protect a mate and breed, but that doesn’t mean the outcome needs to be children. At all,” Keigo assured you, patting your knee. “I know, it’s weird. I definitely am not into getting you pregnant, but that instinct part of my brain is.”

“Well, I’m on birth control, so we should be good there, right?” You laughed, relieved, squeezing his hand. “What do you mean by nesting?”

 “A literal nest. A spot that just smells like me and you to keep—” Keigo clicked his tongue, sighing in what seemed like relaxation, “you safe. And mine. It usually ends up being just like... my entire apartment, lots of shredded pillows, feathers, blankets. It’s honestly a nightmare.”

A nightmare, yes, but a very necessary one.

So, a plan was made. 

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 Keigo sent you off to a hotel for the days leading up to his rut. He had to prepare, get things ready and he wanted to be careful not to trigger it earlier and risk ruining what would more than likely be his first proper rut. 

You took his lead, pampering yourself for a few days and letting Keigo handle the details. 

(Considering how wrecked your body was going to be in the coming weeks, it was more than smart to give yourself some time to rest.)

When Keigo called you to tell you he was ready, he was sounded elated, wings audibly flapping into the receiver. 

When you arrived back at the apartment, the ride up the glass elevator was daunting.

You were perfectly happy to help with Keigo’s rut, but you were a bit nervous about what he was going to be like. Though he reminded you that one of his hormonal brain’s functions was to ‘keep you safe’, it also sounded like he was going to be a bit out of his mind. You trusted him with your life, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t nerve-wracking. 

The elevator dinged, sliding open to the top floor. 

Keigo stood just outside. 

You couldn’t help jumping back in surprise, taking in Keigo’s... state.

He looked positively feral, just on sight. Though had been warned of this, you hadn’t fully expected how visible his state would be.

Keigo apparently decided to forgo any sort of a top today as his chest was entirely bare to you. A pair of grey sweats was slung low on his hips, likely put on in a rush based on the uneven settling of the waistband. This was not even to mention the very obvious imprint of his dick against the fabric, hard just from seeing you. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, skin pink with rushing blood.

“Angel,” Keigo purred, yanking you from the elevator and crushing you into his chest, smothering you with kisses. Stray feathers flew to pick up your bags, carting them off to your nearby apartment. 

Speaking of wings—

In the few days it had been since you’d seen Keigo, his feathers had almost entirely changed. They were still their usual bright crimson, but the filaments of the plumage seemed to be almost... shiny? You couldn’t quite place it, but there had been some sort of change in their anatomy that made his wings appear iridescent when they moved. The patterns almost seemed to swirl and streak through the plumage. You wanted nothing more than to admire them.

Without thinking (or responding to Keigo, mistake), you reached out to grab one of the feathers, “Oh wow, Keigo, they’re so pretty.”

The moment you wrapped your hand fully around the plume, Keigo clawed his... talons (?!) into your shoulders, shuddered, and screamed.

You hissed as pain radiated from your shoulders, but managed to hold both you and Keigo upright as he twitched against you.

“Fuck,” He cursed against your neck, panting.

You felt a vague, wet spot on your leg.

You blanched.

“Did... you just cum? From me touching your wings?” 

Keigo nodded against, still shaking.

“S-sorry...”

The shame in his tone made your frown, pulling away from him to press a harsh kiss against his half-parted lips.

“Nope,” You murmured against his lips. “Nu-uh, you have nothing to be sorry about. I’m here to help, dummy.”

He sighed in relief, pressing into you.

It was going to be an interesting two weeks.

...

 The apartment was a nightmare. Keigo really hadn’t been lying when he told about how extreme nesting was. 

Notably, nothing was dirty. Keigo was actually an immaculately clean person due to his time with the Commission, but he was disorganized. And the nest of an apartment was testament to that.

There were stray feathers everywhere. Stuck in cupboards, tucked behind the TV, wedged in pillowcases and blankets, even a few under the bathroom sink. Newly purchased blankets and pillows were strewn over every surface. It appeared like you could simply fall in any area of the house and be entirely cushioned. Not to mention that Keigo’s feathers could sense every single motion in the house.

It was a sweet gesture and testament to the protective element of the rut that Keigo described. 

In addition to the many layers of softness, a new, far larger mattress had even been dragged to the living room and placed on top of a high frame set against the wall of windows that overlooked the city. It was heaped with pillows, fluffy blankets, and downy-looking, glimmering feathers. All of, despite its inherent chaos, was the comfiest looking corner of the apartment. 

“Oh, wow, ‘Kei,” You breathed, running a hand along a soft-looking blanket over the back of a chair. “You did such a good job!”

With that, he was pressed against you from behind.

“I... I did? You like it?” Keigo never asked for validation so openly. The implication of his inherent fear around his rut continued to make your heart ache. From what he had told you (and what you read in the days prior about avian behavior), you needed to ‘accept’ the nest he made for the two of you. 

I’ll make this good for him. 

“Yes, so much.” You leaned back against his chest, loving the way the heat of his bare chest seeped so well through your clothes, “I can’t wait to snuggle up with you in it and so much more.” 

Your last word was more than enough to get Keigo chirping into your ear.

Yes, bird-ishly chirping.

It was a mix of high and low clicks, maybe a bit of cooing thrown in as well. As far as his avian adaptations went, this one was newer to you, but remarkably cute. You turned around, pressing a kiss to his neck without thinking.

The contact made Keigo’s aforementioned talons dig into the meat of your hips, a hot breath rolling over your ear, “Please let me fuck you.”

It was abrupt, his shift in tone, but based on the way his cock was nearly burning your backside, it was a necessary step. 

“Well, I certainly won’t stop you,” You didn’t realize the unintended weight of your words, but Keigo sure as fuck did. 

He roughly grabbed your wrist, dragging you across the room to the mattress in the corner.

“W-wait, not the bedroom?” You asked. Keigo pressed at your shoulders, pushing you down roughly, though the softness of the bed dressings insulated your fall. 

“Nope, here, best spot,” Keigo’s words were clipped as he straddled your waist, silencing any other words you might have with a soul-sucking kiss. His tongue wormed its way into your mouth, licking at your gums and receding to suck at your tongue. All the while, you could hear and feel his feathers shudder.

He pulled away, eyes half-lidded and vertical pupils blown wide. 

“You have no fucking idea how much I missed you.” Keigo’s teeth nipped at your pulse point. 

Were... his teeth sharper?

You craned your neck away from him, pulling a nasty growl from his chest. You watched his feathers, both the one’s still fixed to his back and flared upwards and those scattered around, shudder and writhe. 

Keigo’s canines were longer, maybe even a little sharper. 

This rut thing... it was an avian thing, right?

Birds... don’t have sharp teeth... Do they?

 You dismissed it, much more focused on Keigo’s hand as it slipped lower, futzing with the waistband of your pants. 

“Sorry, dove, I’m a little impatient,” His voice was rough and strained, like he was holding back. 

His normally nimble hands struggled with the button of your fly, and with a nasty growl, he snatched up one of his nearby feathers, hardening it in an instant, and slicing your pants off.

“Keigo!” You shrieked, squirming, and sitting up as he tore off the ruined garment. “I liked those! That wasn’t nice.”

 “I think I’m done being nice to you for a bit, dove.” He shot you a dark look. 

You blinked at him.

Keigo had warned you that he would be a bit feral... but you weren’t expecting his nasty attitude. 

You also weren’t expecting to be turned on by the rage-filled spikes in his words. 

“Get on your hands and knees.” Keigo’s voice was clipped as he slipped off his sweats.

Holy.

Fuck.

Keigo’s cock was nothing to fucking sneeze at. It was pretty, long, with nice girth and a perfect curve for your pussy. He tended to keep his body hair well kept and groomed, an old remnant of the militancy of his youth. 

Oh, but ‘fuck you until you’re pregnant’ Keigo? 

His dick was a bit bigger, engorged with what had to be painful blood flow. Heavy balls hung below, ripe and flushed, in desperate need of contact, let alone release. Maybe it was the ambiance (or, the smell and pheromones unknowingly being inhaled into your endocrine system), but his dick looked immaculate. 

“Is your dick bigger, babe?” You asked, half-drooling in your mind at your lover’s cock. It certainly wasn’t hard to. 

Keigo normally would’ve clawed at the opportunity to schmooze you for stroking his ego so directly, but your current version of Keigo was far less into flattery.

“I said, get on your hands and knees.” He didn’t wait for you to reply, just flipped you onto your stomach, straddling your upper thighs. You yelped at the shock of sheets hitting your front, fabric tearing behind you as Keigo made quick work of your shirt.

You gulped as Keigo’s hands, talons, raked their way down your bare back as he let loose a loud, quaking sigh, “Oh, Angel, holy fuck.”

He said the pet name like it was a prayer to God and you let him. 

You shivered under him as his nails drew lines up your neck, all the way into your scalp. Without warning, he pressed the heel of his hand into the curve of your skull, shoving you deeper into the plushness of the nest below you.

Oh... Fuck. Were you about to sloppy fuck in the sheets you’d be spending the next several weeks in?

(Yes.)

 The somewhat gross revelation was quickly forgotten as Keigo’s hot breath shuddered against your ear, his (oh my fucking god slightly pointed?) tongue curled along the soft skin of your pulse point.

You both choked down a moan as his exposed cock rubbed against your backside.

“You’re so pretty like this,” For being feral, and for the blood that was quickly rushing to your head and sex, Keigo sounded very nice. “Gonna look so cute with my cock inside you, right?”

You nodded into the sheets, struggling to raise yourself up on your elbows as Keigo hauled your hips up.

Stabilizing yourself on the softness of the sheets and feathers was much more difficult than one would think. You were already slipping, no matter how you tried to hold yourself up.

“I can’t begin to tell you how much I want to fill you up, right now,” His voice takes on a dreamy lilt as he shoves you back, further into the nest. You crawl on your hands and knees, succumbing to Keigo’s hand on your neck after arriving to the middle of the massive mattress. “But, I also really don’t wanna hurt my angel. Gotta make sure you’re good and ready.”

The sentiment was nice enough, but you stiffened, remembering that Keigo’s nails were not only sharpened, but slightly hooked. You tried to turn, but quickly stop when you felt Keigo’s hot, hot breath over your sex.

You shuddered, biting your lip as his pointed tongue ran up and down your slit. From his hold on the meat of your thighs, you could tell he was trembling and burning. Whether it was from how much he needed you or how much he was holding himself back, you couldn’t be sure. 

Keigo’s pointed tongue ran up between the lips of your cunt, both of you moaning at the sensation. You felt his wings raise behind the two of you, casting shadows down on your display in some weird show of dominance. 

It made your skin run hot.

What made it run even hotter was the jolt you received Keigo pressed his face into your cunt with absolute zero shame. 

His tongue slicked up the lips of your pussy, dipping around your opening with absolutely sinful sounds falling around the two of you.

When you tried to adjust your arms, you caught a quick slap to your ass, pain only pushing your eyes to roll back in your head as Keigo sneered against you.

“Greedy.” It was a rich line, coming from him, king of gluttony, but you weren’t about to argue with him.

His nails dug into your thighs, dragging your cunt and his face together to the point where it felt like there was no space between them. You were helpless to do much other than grind back on his tongue as he tongue-fucked your cunt.

Keigo drew away, grabbing you by the hips and spinning you. Your back hit the nest, eyes spinning as you weren’t so used to him outright manhandling you. You sucked in a breath as you stared up at Keigo, his face slick with your juices and enlarged wings spread out and upwards. 

The slits of his eyes were blown wide, a toothy smile beaming down at you. It seemed sort of sweet before two of his clawed-fingers (thankfully, somewhat gingerly) spread the lips of your cunt. He spat onto your exposed clit, no reverie in his actions as his avian glare slipped over you.

A harsh clicking came from the back of his throat, feathers fluttering.

“B-Babe? Are you okay?” You asked as Keigo refused to look away from your splayed-out body.

“More than okay,” He shuddered, looking a bit more grounded for a moment. He swallowed, shaking his head.

Surprisingly, he reached out to cup the side of your face, rubbing a thumb over your cheek, “If you want me to stop, can you tell me now?”

“I don’t want to, Kei’,” You laid your words on thickly, knowing you had his lucidity. “Can you please fuck me? Fill me up, Kei’.”

He growled, something from deep in his chest, nodding, feathers shimmering in the light of the room.

He was on you instantly, wings flapping to shove his body into yours, lips on yours and tongue pressing into your mouth. The tapered appendage licks and literally fucks your mouth, robbing you of air as you weave your hands into his sweaty tresses and pull.

The pain spurred him on, one of his hands sloppily going between the two of you to line his fat cock with your cunt. He was considerate enough to rub circles on your clit as he rammed into your insides in one single motion.

Your eyes went wide, snapping open and you tug the bite of your nails into the back of Keigo’s head, held by the burning stretch and pleasant ache of your insides. 

Keigo had been fairly quiet during this entire ordeal, an odd thing considering he normally ran his mouth dry with praises, filth, and sweet nothings when he was half this close to your cunt. Yet, he’d hardly spoken through most of it, and most of your reading of him had been based on body (and wing language).

But, when he did finally bottom out, shaking and straining, it clicked.

Based on the sweat that was rolling down his temples, the veins bulging in his forearms, and the rigid tension in his shoulders, he was holding his rut-crazed body back.

You frowned, trying to ignore the kiss of his cock head against your cervix.

Recalling some of the things Keigo told you about some of his more animalistic desires, you decided to egg him on to breaking. Based on the rapid twitching of his wings, he needed it.

Keigo just barely moved, biting his lip and harshly exhaling.

“Baby,” Your own voice broke as you spoke, falling back into his mutant desires as well. “Please, please, fuck me how you need. Please.”

“S’fine, this is enough,” Keigo gritted out as he dragged his cock almost entirely out of your dripping cunt.

To emphasize your need, you grabbed a fistful of his feathers at the base of his wings and tugged, making sure to press your nails to the bone.

Keigo threw his head back, moaning high into the air, a coo mixing with the sound as his wings shuddered in your grip.

You buckled down. 

“No,” You whined, hooking your legs behind the small of his back, thumbing at the plumage as he writhed from your touch. “Fuck me, like you mean it, Keigo. Fill me up.”

He paused, freezing, eyes darting up to your own.

“S-say that again.”

You grinned, dragging his stiff neck down to your mouth, dragging your tongue to his ear, “I said I want you to fill me up. Stuff me full of your cum and breed me so good, please, Kei’.”

You’d never spoken like that to him during sex, and you quickly understood why.

The moment the words left your lips, Keigo slammed his hips back into you, wings fanning out as wide as they could. 

His lips found your neck, cock rearranging your insides with the immediate force and pace of his thrusts. His hands grappled at your hips, your tits, your shoulders, and your legs, anything to get to ram himself into you. Each thrust was punctuated by growls and clicks from the back of his throat, filthy words finally fell from his lips without a trace of shame.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna breed you so good,” Keigo’s voice was breathy as he raked his nails down your neck, light lines following as he bottomed out in you once more. He roughly grabbed one of your tits, pinching your pebbled nipple. “Gonna make you gush for me, yeah, I am.”

You could’ve given an equally horny response, but Keigo’s tongue was quickly in your throat, groaning into your mouth as his pace picked up to something inhumane.

It was short-lived, the wet slapping of his heavy balls stalling as he damn near screamed into your mouth, coming deep in your throbbing cunt.

You shuddered, feeling his load already dripping from your cunt onto the sticky sheets below you.

Keigo’s lips parted from yours, half-lidded eyes looking glazed and dreamy.

You thought that nutting twice so closely together would slow him down, but you were remarkably wrong. 

You rolled your hips up, smiling, “Feeling okay, Kei’?”

Keigo blinked down at you, lowering his head to nose at your jaw. You tilted your head for him, spine curling when you felt him begin to move again, still fully hard.

“I’m not done yet.” His words were curt and sharp as his arms caged around your head. The sharp peaks of his canines caught on the skin of your neck, dragging and sucking. “Gotta make sure you’re fucked nice and good with my brood, dove. So good.”

You swallowed, eyes rolling back when Keigo bit down at the base of your neck.

Keigo’s hips slammed back into yours, his pace picking up and the squelching of your slick and his cum ringing around the room. You could hardly focus on it, or anything as he quickly threw your legs over his shoulders, moving his licks and bites to your calves and thighs.

Your clit throbbed with each thrust, wet and craving contact. When you reached down to play with yourself, Keigo swatted your hand away with a growl, a red feather from the bed replacing it. The small, soft crimson feathers lapped at your clit, making quick circles as it became wet with slick. 

With the hold on your legs, he hauled you upwards, your lower half lifted off the bed and held by only Keigo’s grip and the curve of your spine. You keened with each of his thrusts, listening to the wild words that spilled from his lips while he rammed your cunt raw. 

They were mostly incoherent, half-sentences about how he was going to ‘breed you until he’s shooting blanks’, ‘fuck you full with his brood’ and ‘reem you until you grew feathers’. Each phrase got your breath going fast, his grip and pace forcing your lungs to fill faster and faster. 

The feather against your cunt grew sloppier, nearly vibrating with its jerky movement. A well-timed swat to your clit by Keigo’s own hand while he talked about your ‘life-giving pussy’ was what sent you over the edge, cunt tightening around his cock. 

His words reached peak incoherency as he rammed into your cervix, spilling into you with a harsh wail, wings stretching upwards and bumping against the ceiling. 

You expected a moment of reprieve, but before you could even think, still spinning with your own orgasm, Keigo flipped you onto your tummy once more.

Despite signing up for this sort of treatment, your insides already ached. The friction of Keigo’s fat cock had stretched you perfectly, all for him, but the deep ache in your core was getting a bit distracting. This was not even mentioning how sore your muscles were getting, pulling from the pacing and positioning Keigo chose at whim.

You didn’t voice your pains, buckling down on your psyche (or, what you had left of it), as Keigo slid into you once more.

“Oh baby,” His voice was slippery as he wound his hands through your hair, pulling and forcing your back into a severe arch. “You feel that?”

He fucked into you harshly, the squelch that followed serving as a reminder of how he’d already more than filled you up.

“So pretty and round with my seed...” Keigo’s words got dreamy and slow, just for a moment as he smoothed his hand over your hips, “Just need to make sure it takes...”

The feather from earlier was back on you as he started up once more, babbling and flapping his massive wings as he fucked you numb. 

You came as he did the next time, your legs giving way under the pressure and sensation. Keigo was quick to tsk, two more of his feathers moving to hold you up as he started to move again, cock never leaving your spent cunt. 

The parts of your brain that were still working and not reduced to a pile of mush wondered how the fuck he was still hard, but all things considered, it shouldn’t have been surprising. Besides, he deserved to satiate himself properly, fucking your gushing cunt, considering he’d never gotten to indulge in his instincts like this before. 

Despite how you burned all over, you let him finish inside you yet again.

And again.

And again?

You lost count at some point.

Keigo apparently really liked you face-down, ass-up, and kept you like that as he fucked you full over and over again. After having his taloned-hand stuck into your hair holding you to the duvet and pillows for so long, your head was spinning. What made all of this all the more overwhelming was the small feather that never fucking stopped moving—

“Kei’, please!” You screamed, voice hoarse and dry. You’re spinning, aching, and yet you still want more.

Keigo’s pace increases, using his wings to rut against your cervix over and over. 

The tempo of the feather increased, Keigo’s growls falling away into his own shriek as he pushed forwards once more, hot cum spraying your walls all over again.

The sensations, all of them, pushed you over the edge, a shriek tearing from your throat as hot tears soaked the nest below. Your orgasm curled your toes to the point of pulling muscles, back bowing and straining as broiling pleasure swallowed you once more. 

Keigo might’ve kept fucking you after that, you couldn’t really remember. With the plumes of feathers under your knees, he could’ve and you wouldn’t have known.

Your body and mind were spent, trying to keep up with his appetite. Your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids, and lucidity was gone to you. 

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 You awoke to soft cooing sounds and the smell of sweat.

It was jarring, shifting the slightest bit and feeling aches and pains you didn’t even know you could have.

The cooing stuttered, falling into a chuckle.

Oh.

Keigo.

His rut.

Oh.

“Oh my god, Kei’, did you fuck me unconscious?” It came out almost as a growl, voice cracking and low. 

A hand carded through your hair as you opened your eyes, taking in the state of yourself, Keigo, and the nest.

You were both sweaty, sticky and smelling all sorts of musky. It was intoxicating, lulling you. It must’ve been those pheromones that Keigo had mentioned way back when.

Keigo had nestled you to his chest, wings spread behind him and shimmering. The windows outside showed only the neon of the city below, night having long since fallen.

He beamed down at you with a clear fondness, a lot of the tension gone from his body, and looking significantly less stressed. But, there was a sad quirk in his brow.

“Sorry about that, angel, I got kind of out of hand there,” Keigo replied sheepishly, smile turning a little sad. 

You frowned.

You couldn’t have him thinking that.

“Nope, no, not at all,” You pushed yourself on an elbow, wincing at the pain, but recovering to peppering his stubbly chin and cheeks with kisses. “None of that, silly. I am happy to help, whatever that entails. I love you, you know?”

Keigo relaxed even more, falling against the nest and pulling you to his chest, “You gotta stop being so sweet, dove. Gonna get me riled up again.”

You hummed, kissing the tip of his nose, “That’s more than fine, just rub my shoulders a bit first. I think I pulled something.”

He kissed at your sweaty hair, rubbing his hands up and down your sides, “I’m more than happy too, dove. Thank you.”

His hands met your shoulders, rubbing at the sore muscles, careful to avoid pressing his talons into the skin. 

You heard him say so softly, more to himself than to you, “I’m gonna keep you so safe.”

The grin that came across your face rivaled the sun in its brightness and honey with its sweetness. You melted into his touch, dissolving blissfully into the smells and feel of your nest. 

Keigo left kiss after kiss against soreness, cooing and clicking as his rut-based needs were more than met. 

For once.

[aliasimagines]

It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?" 

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie." 

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually." 

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated. 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken." 

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers. 

You couldn’t  believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act. 

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him. 

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you. 

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously. 

"No, it's fine." 

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you? 

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?” 

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it. 

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you. 

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?" 

"You jealous or something, dude?" 

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts." 

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before. 

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach. 

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore! 

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping. 

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics) 

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee. 

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics. 

"Is that fucking y/n?!" 

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone. 

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store. 

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air. 

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?" 

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?" 

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up." 

"Your.. Your what, now?!" 

"My date" 

"You can't go on a date!" 

"And why is that, Lizewski?" 

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?" 

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?" 

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…" 

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?" 

"No,it's just-" 

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go." 

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist. 

"Please, don't." he mumbles. 

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face. 

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone." 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"What?" 

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining. 

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat. 

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?" 

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?" 

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending. 

Dave Lizewski taglist : @sethcohenluvr @your-hispanichufflepuff

[broadwayloserstuff]

Hey, would it be possible to get a fluff prompt 9# with jd? Thanks :)

Yeah, no problem! Man, this is the last request in my inbox and I'm lowkey proud of myself for getting like three fics out in a week. My day has been shit so far and writing this definitely helped my mood. I'm aiming to keep this fic gender neutral, which I'm pretty sure is what you wanted (correct me if I'm wrong), and wish me luck for my tests this week even though it's Wednesday lol! This post contains fluff prompt #9: “You’re so cute when you’re all red and flustered.” WARNINGS: A little swearing, good-natured teasing, mentions of sex and that's about it. It's just cute fluff. Y/N stood at their locker, loading their heavy textbooks for the day back in for the next day. Y/N sighed. High school sucked. From the homework load to the teachers to the social cliques. Every aspect of it was horrible. The only thing that kept Y/N going was their boyfriend, JD. JD had quite the reputation as a bad boy, despite only being at Westerburg for not even 3 months. He had gotten suspended his first day for pulling a gun filled with blanks. JD often skipped classes telling Y/N that he'd never use half the information anyways. "Lovie," he would tell Y/N on their trips to the 7/11, "I don't need to know how to summarize a text or any of that shit. Sure, I need math an science if I'm going to be in engineer but it's not hard." Y/N only rolled their eyes but the smile on their face was evident that JD had made his point. "So, more homework I can help with tonight?" asked a voice. Y/N jumped and realized it was JD. "Oh! JD, you scared me." JD darkly chuckled and placed a kiss on Y/N's lips. "I seem to have that affect on people." Y/N gave a short laugh but quickly answered his question, "I've got statistics homework. And some biology too. I've also got a spelling test tomorrow so I gotta study that." JD placed an arm around Y/N's shoulders, "My darling, and I say this with love, fuck that. We should go to 7/11," his voice dropped low, "Or we could fool around a bit." He grabbed a handful of Y/N's ass and Y/N turned bright red. "JD!" they scolded. JD gave Y/N his signature smirk. “You’re so cute when you’re all red and flustered.” Y/N rolled their eyes at his comment but replied, "We'll see. Maybe if you actually help me, we can do something." Y/N shut their locker and the couple walked out of school together, each looking forward to the hours to come.