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cw: light smut, needy joel, nicknames (baby), teasing flirty banter

he’s sitting on his chair on the porch, legs spread and head relaxed on the headrest, finally relieving tension built up from the day. the feeling is almost perfect, only one thing’s missing.

that thing steps out of the house, moving easily in light, short but comfy sleeping clothes. you set yourself down on his lap and drape your legs over his, your ankles on the armrest, looking at him with a cheeky expression.

joel can’t help but let his lips curve upwards, hand immediately running over your leg to your hip, placing it there. “what have we here, hm?”

with a smirk, you kiss his cheek, his beard scraping your face slightly. “a tired grump in need of a drink,” you joke with your head on his chest.

“i got what i need right in front o’me,” he mumbles into your ear, nuzzling his face into your hair, the thick sharp beard itching the side of your face again.

cold night air grazes your exposed skin, causing you to shift in his lap to which he reacts by holding you tighter against him, his hand on your hip firmer and his other hand supporting your back and a grunt.

you hum with a smile on your face, playing with the buttons of his flannel. “really? what, your cigarettes?” the ones that laid on the table next to you in their box.

“‘course,” he huffs sarcastically, trying his best to sound serious. “the hell else would I be talking about?”

“alright,” rolling your eyes, you push his face away from your hair to the other side while he laughs, only to return with his lips attacking your neck. “what’s the matter, baby?”

your fingers attach to his gray hair while he explores up from your neck to your chest. he caresses gently the soft skin of your thighs with his rough fingers, sending shivers over your body.

his gentleness makes you melt, the way his fingers skim over your inner thighs have you gasping his name.

“you’re adorable when you squirm,” he rasps, making sure there isn’t an inch of skin left unkissed.

“stop embarrassing me,” you chuckle, moving while his big hands stay steady over your body.

joel looks up at you with his dog-like eyes. “you want me to stop?” he asks, the hand on your hip snaking upwards, slowly dragging the tips of his fingers over your sides until they reach the curve of you breast.

the way he touches you has your head spinning, needing to compose yourself. changing position, you stand up and place your legs on the sides of his so you’re straddling him. “no,” you say with a hint of a whine in your tone, placing your palms on his chest. “not done with you.”

the sight of you on top of him like this had his jeans tightening around his crotch. one hand slipped under your top again while the other cradled your jaw. “look at you,” he mumbles before connecting your lips in a hungry but slow kiss, almost unconsciously rocking his hips into yours.

the action causes you to let out a whimper into the kiss, only leading him to hold you even passionately. he pulls away to catch his breath. “baby, if you keep making those sounds…”

surprising him, you grind your hips against his already hard cock and let out a small sound again to provoke him, kissing him as a distraction. “what then?”

he shakes his head, “then we’re not sleepin’ tonight.”

suddenly, joel picks you up with your legs around his hips and you squeal, his big hard-on under his jeans digging into your core. he carries you inside with his face in your neck and keeps his word.

The comforting lights of Jackson finally appeared in your vision after you left your horse in the stables, dragging yourself out into the street in an exhausted state.

Patrol lasted longer than you had expected, holding onto your last atoms of energy since you forced yourself into going today, not feeling it like you usually do. The day never seemed to end and you figured Joel would be impatient for your return for sure. Your back was killing you, carrying your supplies bag around all day.

It was pitch black outside, being late after midnight and the streets were quiet, empty with barely anyone awake. Except for Tommy, who had waited on you and your partner to return and of course Joel, who was already getting nervous.

“One hell of a ride, huh? My brother almost ran out there himself, ol’ bastard,” Tommy told you as he helped you get off your horse and return it.

“Wouldn’t have surprised me,” you sigh. “Thanks, Tommy.” You exit the stables, petting the horse and saying goodnight to the Miller brother.

Just as you’d have expected, Joel was out in the street, walking towards you with his head down. He usually didn’t have to wait on you to return this late, pacing down the street. Seeing him relaxed you, taking weight off your shoulders after a long day of not seeing him.

Looking up, he spots your tired figure slowly approaching him with a tired walk. Relief takes over his worried expression, quickening his pace towards you. You couldn’t help but smile. “Waiting on me?”

Once he sees the way you’re walking, slightly limping, he stands in front of you and fully observes you, searching for wounds and scratches. “What is it? You hurt?” he furrows his eyebrows, quickly taking off the backpack you carried and putting it on his own shoulder. You could tell he was getting stressed out.

“No,” you shake your head. “I’m fine, just…” you sigh, grabbing his arms and holding onto him. “Think I’m gonna pass out.”

He scoffs, looping your arm under his and leading you back to his house. “So you’re exaggerating?”

Truthfully, you sort of were, but the last few days were all like this for you. Shooting him a glare, you give up. “I’m serious,” you mumble, resting your head on his shoulders.

The wind refreshed you as you lean onto him on your way back. Joel pulls you closer, his arm wrapping around your shoulder, the proximity between you bringing comfort and feeling of safety.

“Poor girl,” he shakes his head with a smile. “Alright, c’mon.” Suddenly he stops just two houses away from his own and you no longer feel the ground beneath you, feet swinging in the air as he picks you up. You gasp, freezing in surprise and grasping onto his big frame. “Joel!”

He continues walking a little faster than the two of you did, getting tired as well. “What, baby? We’d be home tomorrow if you kept it up.” You accept your fate, dropping your head on his chest and letting him carry you to his door.

Joel opens the front door with you still in his arms. Walking over to the sink, he turns on the tap and pours you a glass of water. “Drink this.” You obey, enjoying the way he’s handling you still.

After you’re done, he carries you over to the bedroom and plops you gently down on the bed with a grumble of protest from you. “There ya go princess, you happy?” he mocks with raised eyebrows, afterwards moving to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

You sit up, holding yourself up with your fists. “Still have to change.”

“Want me to do that for you too?” he asks sarcastically.

You shrug with a smirk on your face, standing up to gather your own sleeping clothes. “I wouldn’t mind,” you tease.

Even though the both of you were exhausted by now, you still had a few jokes left in you. He rolls his eyes with a sigh, unable to hold back a smile. “Get your ass to bed.”

summary: joel comes home and finds you with a drink in your hand and a tempting outfit

warnings: smut, kitchen sex, slightly rough but still sweet, oral (f!recieving), piv, teasing, unspecified age gap

a/n: need this man to ruin me, have so many ideas for him so if you wanna request fics for this man feel free!! (freaky and fluffy)

Joel’s boots thumping against the floor late at night broke the silence in your apartment. He stumbled into the dark shelter of yours, the only light coming from the kitchen.

For a few months now, it had been only you and Joel being each other’s survival partners and helping each other stay alive, taking shelter in a decaying building you found for yourselves. Joel was always very protective, even though he was still Joel. Distant, grumpy but still protective over you, especially because of your age.

As he sets down his bag and his rifle, the sound of a bottle clinking caused his guard to rise. The knife that was tucked away in his pocket was already pulled out as he quietly approached the room where the sound came from.

Once he spots a familiar figure standing by the sink Joel sighs in relief, putting away the knife again. “What’re you doin’ out here?” he grumbles.

You turn to face him, caught by surprise even though you heard his boots when he came in. A glass of booze rested on your lips as you went for a sip before he interrupted. You stood there with only a tank top and short sleeping shorts on, most of your skin exposed.

“Just… hanging out, I guess,” you shrug, face heating up partially because of the drink but also because of the way he freezes when he takes a closer look at you.

His eyes linger on your exposed body, scanning you up and down before looking away to regain his focus. “At this hour?” he raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he steps out of the hallway.

You catch him staring which boosts your confidence a little, mixing with the whiskey you had earlier. “Am I not allowed?”

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head lightly, your half naked body calling his name. “No,” he glares, trying hard to keep his stare averted and look you in the eye. “But what if something got in and you’re out here…” he gestures to your outfit. “Like this.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “You weren’t supposed to see,” you mumble as you take another sip of your drink.

Joel shakes his head, looking up at the ceiling to stop himself from letting his gaze drop down where it shouldn’t. “Well I did,” he sighs, clueless about what do next. He knew he should just retreat, let you do what you want. However something kept him drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

When he spots you starting to chug down the whiskey, he curses under his breath as he starts approaching you. “Put that down,” he demands, taking the glass from your hands and setting it down on the counter behind you. “Easy, damn…”

You stood, clasped between him and the counter, almost pinned down by his tall body. The air starts getting thicker, the proximity allowing you to feel the heat from his body.

You look up at him through your lashes, slightly tipsy but gaining confidence from the way he’s looking at you.

“You got an early day tomorrow, should be sleeping…” he starts, but you stop listening to him halfway.

“You’re not my daddy,” you tease, crossing your arms so your breasts can squeeze under your light tank top. “I can handle myself.”

He freezes, glaring daggers into you, opening his mouth to say something but the words struggle to come out. “You…” His eyes start to wander again. “Have no idea what the hell you’re doin’. ”

You look down, your bodies and inch away from touching. “I do so,” you reply, determined to make him go insane.

His breath hitches, feeling his jeans tighten as you cross your bare legs, your thighs rubbing together. “Go to sleep,” his low voice echoes through the room.

The sound goes straight to your core, pushing yourself off the counter and feeling his breath down your face as you’re now almost pressed against each other. “And leave you hanging,” you look up at him doe eyed, “like this, now?” You carefully fix the collar of his flannel, your fingers brushing his neck.

His hands balled into fists on his sides, looking down at you in disbelief but also with deep desire to make you behave. “Stop it.” His breathing was heavier, your doe eyes burning holes into his face.

Your gaze softens, slipping past him. The shorts you wore rode up slightly, exposing your ass a little further as you took a few steps forward. Joel watches you go, fighting back a groan at the sight, wishing to grab you and pull you back again.

Almost as if you read his mind, you turn around suddenly. “I’m still thirsty.”

He huffs as he grabs the bottle off the counter. “Too bad.” He takes a sip of the whiskey before closing it and putting it out of your reach.

“No fair,” you whine.

“You had enough already,” he raises his eyebrows, stepping closer to you. “Keep it up and I’m gonna have to carry ya to your bed.”

You smirk, tilting your head. “Wouldn’t mind that at all.”

Joel's jaw clenches at your teasing. “I ain’t gonna repeat myself, kid. This ain't no joke.”

The state you were in right now was unlike anything he saw of you before and Joel had no clue how to make you listen. All he knew was that he had to run like hell before you had the chance to see his growing erection.

“We’re re both gonna regret this come mornin’, ” he warns. “So go to bed.” He turns around to put the glass away after you.

You didn’t move at first. Just watched him—broad shoulders tense, back turned, like maybe if he didn’t see you, it’d be easier to pretend none of this was happening. But you weren’t going to let him walk away from this. From you.

“Joel,” you said, quietly, voice stripped of the teasing. “I’m not drunk.”

He didn’t answer, but his head dipped—like your words landed heavier than he wanted to admit.

“I know what I’m doing. And I know what I want.” You took a step toward him, careful, like approaching a wounded animal. “I think you know too.”

When he speaks and turns to face you, his voice is hoarse and almost broken. “I don’t get to have this no more.”

Gently, you pressed a hand to his chest. “You do. You just don’t let yourself.” Joel took in your words, still carefully watching your moves. You lean in closer. “Let me help you,” you coo softly.

Joel’s hand came up to your wrist, at first thinking about pulling it away but now to hold it there, grounding himself in your touch. His eyes flicked from your mouth to your eyes, like he was still trying to talk himself out of it.

In a moment you thought he was gonna shove you away — but then he gave in.

He leaned in slow, as if giving you or himself every chance to back away. The hesitation was hard to get rid of, pulling back slightly but not all the way. “This ain’t right.”

You scoff at his uncertainty and hesitation, tired of dancing around each other. “Shut up.”

Your lips come crashing together in a heated, passionate kiss. Joel’s hands grip your hips possessively, tasting whiskey when his tongue demands entrance into your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck, chest pressing into him.

He slows down at first, wanting to take it easy on you, gentle and careful like protecting a glass figure but when he feels your breasts squeeze against him and your fingers tugging at his belt, something inside of him unleashes.

Joel picks you up with ease, placing you on his waist and grabbing your ass eagerly. The kiss deepens as he slams you down on the counter, the sounds you both made mixing together.

After finally pulling away, breathless, Joel’s hand slides under your tank top, his rough fingers inching higher over your soft skin. They finally reach your breast, gently kneading it. His thumb brushes over your nipple, making it pebble.

With a mewl, your legs wrap around him tighter. You hold yourself up with your palms on the counter, letting him explore you all he wants.

Joel's mouth descends to your collarbone, sucking and biting gently as his other hand reaches down, fingers hooking under the edges of your panties. They find your slick heat and he teases your entrance, circling it slowly. “So wet…”

You whine, trying hard not to move against his hand and let him toy with you his way. “Joel…” Your mouth is parted, thighs already trembling with desire.

He observes you for reactions as his thumb rolls your clit. “What, baby?”

“N-Need you… Please,” you whimper as the tip of his finger enters your hole.

The corner of his mouth twitches at your begging. “Since you asked so nicely.” He pushes a finger inside you, groaning at how tight and hot you are. His thumb rubs firm circles over your clit as he starts to pump his finger in and out. The sounds you make to encourage him makes his groin stir, increasing his speed and spreads your legs wider, parting your folds with his other hands for better access.

The way his fingers work you has you arching your back, saying his name like a prayer. Joel adds another finger, scissoring them to stretch you further as he picks up the pace. His thumb continues its relentless stimulation of your clit, whispering praises into your ear. He leans in to capture your mouth in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to tangle with yours. The taste of whiskey mingles with your sweetness as he devours you. His lips move down your neck, nipping at the soft skin, travelling down to your tits and assaulting the sensitive buds with his mouth.

“Oh my God,” you moan, the pleasure felt otherworldly. You hold onto him, tangling your fingers in his hair. His fingers curl in a way that has you seeing stars. “F-yes… fuck!”

Your responses, your parted lips and furrowed eyebrows had his desire to devour you grow into a wildfire. The pent up tension made it all worth as long as he had the chance to take care of you but also ruin you as well.

Joel's eyes lock onto yours, dark with lust and intensity as he watches you unravel. “Come on, baby girl.” He pinches your clit hard as his fingers keep hitting your sweet spot, sending you plummeting over the edge. Your walls clench tightly around his fingers as you cry out, waves of pleasure crashing over you. “Joel!”

Watching your climax hit had Joel’s own arousal rise and your head spinning as the last drop spills onto his hand. Trying to catch your breath, you hold onto him while you recover and he whispers reassurances in your ear with his head nuzzling into your neck.

The feeling of emptiness disturbs your daze when he pulls out his fingers and takes a step back. You whine in protest, grabbing his hand and pulling him back.

He huffs out a laugh, giving you a confused look. “What? Wanna get you cleaned up.”

You shake your head, tugging at his belt, fully aware of the erection he must have even though his jeans slightly hid it. “Not tired yet,” your voice pleads. “Still…”

There was no need to finish the sentence, his grip already on your thighs again. “Wasn’t done with you anyway,” he rasps, hungrily stroking your inner thighs. “You’re sure tough, gotta give you that.”

You chuckle and bite your lip, pulling off his belt with great speed. He follows after, tugging down your shorts and unzipping his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. You work the buttons of his flannel, not wasting a second.

“Easy baby, I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he jokes at the intensity you moved with, deciding to make it easier for you. He pulls you to the edge of the counter and wraps your legs around him. “Wanna take my time with you ‘n maybe you’ll listen.” Effortlessly, he picks you up and leads you to the bedroom, kissing you like he needs it to save his life.

Once you reach the modest old bed, he plops you down on the mattress and slides your tank top over your head. A low, approving growl rumbles in his chest at the renewed heat he can feel building between your thighs. His calloused hands skim reverently over the soft skin of your sides and stomach, mapping out every dip and curve.

He ducks his head, capturing one pert nipple between his lips and suckling gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive mound. His hand drifts lower, fingers ghosting teasingly over your slick folds, ready and wet for him again, your clit aching against his thumb.

“Please,” you whimper, squirming impatiently.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he takes off his underwear and you feel his thick, angry tip tease your entrance. He groans, your wetness already getting him sensitive. “Wanna hear you,” he croons, his Southern drawl full of desire.

Notching the broad head of his cock at her entrance, he starts to push forward, breaching her slowly. Her slick walls stretch deliciously around him as he sinks in inch by thick inch, letting her adjust to his size.

You moan, the stretch making your world spin. His hands caress your sides and hips soothingly as he lets you adjust, his own breathing ragged with restraint. Finally, when he feels you start to relax around him, he begins to move. He sets a deep, rolling rhythm, pulling out nearly to the tip before sliding back in, hitting that special spot inside you with every thrust.

Feeling his restraint to fully slam into you, you sink down on him slightly even more on your own. “N-Need more,” you pant, hands holding onto his forearms.

Joel didn’t need to be told twice. “Oh yeah?” he challenges, pulling out almost entirely, his tip still halfway in. Before you could protest, he rams into you in a way that makes your back arch and both of you moan. “Fuck!” you cry out desperately.

Your cries and increasingly loud moans spur him on, his hips snapping forward with growing urgency. He changes the angle slightly, lifting your ass up into his hands, determined to hit that perfect spot inside her with every deep thrust. “That’s it baby girl, take it.”

The obscene slap of skin on skin fills the room, mixing with her keening cries and his own guttural groans. He guides your hands to your own heat, placing your fingers on your clit. “Touch yourself for me.”

Obeying him, you start rubbing yourself in firm motions, circling around it. With every thrust your moans get louder, your tits bounce harder and his cock hits the places you didn’t know could be reached. He watches your tits move along the force of his hips, grasping onto one of them while cupping the other slightly gentler.

The pleasure is almost too much for you, the combinations having your eyes roll back. “Joel, fuck!”

Determined to bring you with him, he targets his thrusts, angling to hit that special spot inside you with every deep plunge, the force rocking your entire body. “Oh my God!” you moan at the pace he keept up. He groans, feeling her walls flutter and clench around his pistoning length, making him dangerously close to the edge. “Fuck, I-” he pants, his moves getting sloppier. “I’m close…”

“Me- nghh… too,” you whimper, holding onto him tighter as his hand replaces yours over your clit.

You clenching around him with an almost animalistic cry as you come undone beneath him is the final push he needs. With a roar of completion, he hilts himself deep inside your spasming sheath, his cock pulsing as he starts to empty himself in thick, hot spurts directly against your cervix.

"Jesus," he snarls, grinding against you as he rides out the intense waves of his orgasm. Each twitch and throb of his shaft sends another load of his seed painting your insides, marking you as his.

Through it all, his hands roam your body possessively, caressing and kneading every curve as if committing it to memory. He peppers your face with kisses between harsh breaths, murmuring praise and adoration against your skin. "So good... so fucking perfect."

Your boneless frame settles on the mattress in his embrace, tangling your fingers in his hair. A contented sigh escapes him as he listens to your gentle panting, your heartbeat gradually slowing to match his own and everything calms down. “That tire you out?” he teases, laying down next to you and keeping you steady in his arms.

“A little,” you sigh, even though your eyes were struggling to stay open as you rest your head on his chest.

He laughs lightly, attempting to get up and clean you up but you didn’t let him, deciding to hold him while you still had him. “Stay,” you sleepily murmur.

“ ‘S okay, baby,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss onto your forehead softly, like he’s kissing the most precious thing in the world. “I got you.”

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focus | kyle spencer

WARNING: smut, piv, cockwarming

summary: you and kyle couldn’t study, so you come up with a bright idea to make it work

Books, notes, pens and paper were scattered all around your room. It was exam season and it had you in a chokehold, barely surviving every day.

Everything seemed messy. You slept poorly, had no energy, walking around campus and having your nose stuck in a book all day long.

It also meant less quality time with your boyfriend, Kyle. He was the golden boy, working hard for his scholarship and studying as much as you were. You were very similar in that way and fell for each other since the moment you first spoke. You thought of each other all the time, which made it hard to focus on your school work during this tough time.

It was hard staying away from him, even though you saw each other in classes. Still it was not enough. He consumed your mind. You yearned for him, his hair in your hands, his body under your touch.

It was safe to say that Kyle felt the same. In his room with different books surrounding him, he should be focused, instead you were all he could think about. The way you teased him and smiled at his stupid jokes. How you made it all easier, having something worth hustling for.

He had you to thank for helping him get through it all and not seeing you as often as he’d like made his days harder, counting down the seconds until he could see you.

Suddenly everything became too much, he finally broke. If he should be studying right now instead of thinking about you, he might as well come over there and enjoy your company, taking comfort it in and he might actually be able to focus on his work. That being said, Kyle grabbed his books and headed to your dorm.

It was already evening and you still struggled to keep up. Every sentence seemed pointless, reading with your eyes instead of your brain. You sat at your desk for hours now, your head started to ache a bit. Your boyfriend was still in your thoughts since you hadn’t heard from him today. Thinking about that only made your headache worse, so you cover you eyes and sigh.

That’s when a knock on the door stuns you, making you sit up straight. Your heart started racing, hopeful to see who you wanted the most right now.

“Come in!”, you shout from your chair.

Kyle’s blond locks peak through the door before opening it wide. Relief could be read in his eyes as he smiles from ear to ear. “Where’s my hard working girl?”

You jump from your seat, hanging your arms around his neck and wrapping your legs around his waist, making him drop his books to catch you. He groans, holding you in his arms.

“Missed you today, blondie”, you mumble in his shoulder.

He smirks, kissing your forehead. “Missed you more, babe.”

He lets you down, picking up his books. “Thought we could study together. If that’s okay”, he suggested.

You sigh, giving him a quick, thankful kiss. “Thank God, I couldn’t focus to save my life.” It was true. Maybe now Kyle could keep you in line. Or even further from it.

It wasn’t the first time that you studied together. This time felt different though, since both of you had studying in the last parts of your head. The only thing that mattered was you two in each other’s presence, too much longing lingering for too long.

You take off his jacket and fix his shirt. “I think I sort of summoned you.” You couldn’t take your hands off his chest, playing with his shirt. His heart was beating hard, his pants felt tight.

He smirks. “Oh yeah? Thinking ‘bout me?”

You couldn’t even lie, nodding and shrugging. You suddenly felt shy, excitement flowed through your veins.

“That’s cute.”

You roll your eyes, turning away to take your books to the bed so you could both sit. “Don’t get so excited.”

But he was. He sat on the bed next to you, it was impossible to lay his eyes off of you. The wait made it unbearable to be an inch distanced from you.

You notice his staring, smiling at his mesmerised expression. “What?” You stand up in front of him.

He moves the books that stood in his way, leaning in closer. It was not his intention to get so horny. The plan was to come here to make studying easier, but the sight of you in his own hoodie, black leggings and big glowing eyes that smiled at him widely made it even harder to think about anything other than the girl he loved being right in front of his face.

Your hand made its way from his torso to his blond curls in gentle moves, making his breathing stop and lower body tense.

“You.”

He pulls you on his lap, causing you to yelp softly. Your thighs were on each side of his legs, now being able to feel the bulge forming in his jeans.

You pull at his hair just as he leans in to look at him. He grunts, holding on to your ass.

“Thought you came here to study”, you tease, ghosting your lips over his. His breath was uneven, his cheeks hot under your fingers.

“Well scratch that for now”, he huffs in a hurry. Your lips clash together in a hungry, desperate kiss. Your heads move in sync, tongues dancing against each other.

Kyle’s hand creeps up beneath your (his) hoodie, grazing your skin. He notices you weren’t wearing a bra, which made blood rush straight up his dick. You take it off, exposing your upper body completely and grinding against him. His mind jumbled up at the sight, moaning your name at your movements on his crotch.

He couldn’t contain himself, latching his lips on your nipple and sucking lightly, rolling his tongue over your hard buds. His hand played with the other one as the pleasure had you grinding against him. Shivers covered your body, feeling yourself getting wet.

You stand up to strip, Kyle whimpering at the loss of contact.

“Take it off baby”, you demand gently. Not needing to be told twice, he started freeing himself from his clothing.

As he did so, the books around you caught your eye. You really didn’t have time for this. If you wanted good grades, as you promised yourself you’d have, then no time should be wasted. On the other hand, you couldn’t stop now, you need this badly and wanted it even more.

In that moment, an idea crossed your mind.

When Kyle took his clothes off, it was obvious how pent up he was, his cock red and and hard as a rock just for you. He gawked at you with angel eyes, admiring your body, looking at you directly in the eyes with a needy gaze.

You take both of your notes in your hands, kneeling in front of him while holding eye contact. “If we’re gonna do this now we might as well make it useful.”

He was confused, waiting for you to elaborate. Instead, your fingers started travelling up and down his sticking shaft. Kyle winces, sucking a breath in through his teeth while you took him firmly in your palm and rolled your thumb over his tip, keeping the pace for a few moments before removing you hand entirely.

“Oh God”, he whines. “What do you mean?”

You reposition yourself on his lap, your entrance so close to his aching dick and oh so wet. “One rule”, you explain, shifting so his tip runs through your folds. The pleasure sent fireworks up your clit, moaning with you eyes closed. “We only get to move, if we pass.. mh… a quiz”, you continue, now fully sat on him and full to the brim. Moans erupted from your mouths, Kyle greedily grabbing onto the fat of your ass. It took all his strength not to flip you over and fuck you dumb.

Once you get used to the feeling of him inside, with your cunt dripping all around him, you pick up his notes to begin. “First question baby, okay?”

Before you could finish your sentence, his instinct kicked in, thrusting his hips upward and taking you by surprise. You pull at his hair with a gasp. “N-No… remember the rule? Otherwise I leave you like this”, you threaten. “We don’t want that, right?”

“Fine, sounds good”, he groans, nodding. “I get it.”

The erotic studying session begins. First you asked him a few questions from the notes he took and he tried his absolute best to listen and answer to achieve his goal.

He had to admit, it had effect. The tension had him focused on answering correctly, light sweat starting to break on his forehead.

You sang him praises when he did good. “That’s right, Kyle. You’re doing so well, sweetie.”

It had his whole world spinning. Once you felt like he deserved a reward, you roll your hips and bounce a bit, resulting in loud noises escaping his mouth. Kyle was too sensitive at this point, the smallest friction having him at the edge.

Just when you pick up your pace, he decides to not end the game just yet. He pulls you down by the shoulders hard, making you stay in place again. “Your turn.”

You whine his name, nuzzling your head in his shoulder. Kyle began asking you questions now, encouraging you to be still and use your brain.

Progress was visible on both sides, the method you came up with turning out to be useful, having you in your elements. This way you both learned under the pressure and desperation.

“Baby, that’s it. You’re killing it, so good princess.”

The position had you locked in for a long time, your legs going numb around his thighs.

And finally, you reached the bottom of the first 10 or 15 pages, you’ve lost count already. All you knew was that too much time had passed and you felt Kyle violently twitching inside. You tightened around him, your pussy clenching and squeezing him deliciously.

Enough was enough at this point. He switched positions, laying your back against the mattress without pulling out, growling at the way you clenched. His hips rocking in and out, slowly and sensually at first.

“Kyle… Please…” you moan, cupping his face in your hands and watching him with a begging expression.

He folded gladly, slamming his hips against yours now. Your breasts moved and jiggled with his actions, leading him to grab gently hold onto them. The room shook with your moans and whimpers. Maybe the whole campus could hear you, so you put your hand over his mouth as the bed began creaking and shaking in sync with you.

“So close, Y/N.”

You were on your edge as well, he waited for you to reach it. “I got you.” His thrusts became more sloppy, rubbing your clit to stimulate you more, your moans music to his ears

“I’m gonna…”

Those two words were all it took for him to pull out and come between your thighs, coating you in his release, mixing with your own that came crashing down, shaking you whole body.

Your breaths were heavy, staying as you were until you came off your highs.

Kyle dropped his head on you stomach, your fingers tangling in his blond hair.

“Now that’s what I call studying”, he says, laying down beside you and staring at the ceiling.

You laugh. “If we don’t ace those exams, you’re in big trouble mister.”

JEALOUS PETER HEADCANONS!

— peter could easily get jealous

— he’s an insecure baby, so he still can’t believe he managed to get you to be in a relationship with him

— whoever you had an extra moment of conversation with, or God forbid, laughter - didn’t go unnoticed by him

— he’d get all shy in public when he would see that, but when you were left alone he wasn’t hesitating to whine about it

— “i don’t get what there was to laugh about.”

“peter, it was a long line. talking with the people who are around you is called socialising.”

“that guy was socialising with you a little to hard.”

— when it gets to him too much, he’d get all handsy

— if a male friend of yours gets on his nerves, his arms would be all around you

— he’d hang his arms around your neck, waist, try to steal your attention

— if he felt too nervous, he’d use his speed to take laps around the place, or take you with him

— he just wants your eyes on him, he wants you to laugh at his jokes and foolery more than anyone else’s

— when you’re getting coffee together and the waiter behaves funny and cheery, you are just being nice to him in return, but peter isn’t very happy about that

“how weird is that guy”, peter scoffs

“he was being nice.”

“i’ll show him what’s nice”, he murmurs under his breath

— he’d frown a lot, roll his eyes at anyone who talked to you too much

— peter would also be soooooo CLINGY when he’s jealous likeee

— he won’t let you go, good luck getting his hands off of you

— he’d search for reassurance all the time, acting mad at first

— insecurities took over, he thought you were too good for him all the time, so it was hard seeing you interact with guys he thought were better than him

— pleaaaseeeee give this guy all your attention, my baby

— “you still love me?”

“no, dumbass. what kind of a question is that? of course I do.”

dreaming of miles telling me it’s gonna be okay

swing | miles morales

In a big city such as New York, time flew by, the noise was always present, people were always on the streets, lights were always on and heroes saved the day.

Still, lately you felt empty inside and lonely, feeling like there’s no one to turn to. Except for your boyfriend Miles, of course.

You two met when he first arrived at your school. As a good student, you showed him around the place. Since you were the only person he knew there, he asked you about everything. Surprisingly alike, you two always had something to talk about. The similarities and chemistry were undeniable. He made you laugh a lot, and he liked making you laugh.

However a lot has changed since then and now a laugh from you is heard only now and then. You became more serious than before, more careless and less communicative. Miles was the only person you actually could talk to. You had friends, sure, but none of them could actually understand or try to understand what you were currently going to, and you hadn’t tried talking with them about it.

One night, you hear a knock on your window. You got used to it since Miles told you about his abilities, about how he was the one who saved New York City from crime every day.

His dark hair peeked through the glass, waving to you. You were glad to see him after locking yourself in your room all day, refusing to talk. “Hop in.”

The window gets opened and Miles steps in with a smile on his face. “Thanks. Sooo what’s up?” He wore a jacket over his hoodie and blue jeans with his Jordans, taking off the jacket.

“Oh, nothing much”, you answer with a weak smile. Your energy was low, you sounded tired and beat up.

Miles notices how you talked, your lack of energy and weak smiles you gave him instead of usual enthusiasm.

In the last couple of days you didn’t see each other as much, due to your different classes and studies. It seems as though you changed during that period of time.

He didn’t want to bother you yet. He asked you about school, told you about his day and recent adventures. You listened attentively, reacting to his words here and there, trying your best to listen but you still looked a little blunt and tired.

Miles decides to confront you about your mood. “Hey, what’s going on? You seem sort of off, hm?”

Words didn’t want to come out of your mouth no matter how hard you tried to let it out, you just struggled to express how you felt. He waited, but you just shrug defeatedly. “Don’t really know, actually.”

He had a sympathetic look on his face, putting his arm around your shoulder. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Tears filled your vision, yet you didn’t let them fall, leaning on his shoulder so he wouldn’t see. “I don’t know. Just feel like…”

He waited patiently, giving your temple a kiss, rubbing your back and shoulders with his fingers.

“Feel like I don’t have anything to offer. Like a shell of a person.”

“That’s not true”, he argues, furrowing his eyebrows. But that is what you felt like, even though it was hard to describe. You shake your head, pushing your head in his shoulder.

Miles couldn’t stand to see you upset. “You’re the most beautiful, smartest creature I’ve ever known. Remember how you helped me out when I first came to school? How I basically passed all my classes solely because of you? I would be nothing here without you. I think in the future, when you do those things again in a different scenario you’ll change the world.”

He went on a full tangent, his worlds so beautiful and unreal to you. “Not to mention that you put up with my dumbass everyday, I mean that take some serious inner strength…” You sit up to look at him. “Miles?”, you interrupt.

“Y/N?”

Then you finally let a laugh escape your lips, a genuine one, and Miles’ heart skips a beat. That sound was all he waited to hear.

“Just saying, you’re so much more than just a shell. You’re really special, Y/N. I’ll forever be grateful… for meeting you.” He watched you with admiration and fondness.

His tone and the seriousness he talked with made you feel like the best version of yourself, bringing you to tears again. “Oh, God…”

You pull him in a strong, emotional hug and he embraces you back, soothing you with sweet nothings and brushing your hair with his fingers. “Just swing through it, Y/N, I know you can.”

“I’m so lucky”, you mumble in his shoulder.

“I think I’m the lucky one here”, he smiles.

Immediately your chest felt lighter, like losing a rock that weighed on you for the last couple of days, making it a little easier to breathe.

“I love you, it’s gonna be okay.”

That was all it took for you to kiss him with so much love and passion, cupping his face with your hands. The kiss fixed all of your pent up sorrow from the day. Miles kisses you until he made sure that you were fine and satisfied.

After a few moments he stands up, taking your hand in his.

“Come on, let’s get you outside.”

Sudden excitement finally rushes through your body. “Can we swing, Miles? Please?”, you ask with enthusiasm.

“Anything for you, m’lady”, he laughs.

obsessed with this, LOVE PETERRRR

handcuffs | peter maximoff

The evening started off peacefully. You went to a coffee shop with friends after a long day and had much fun. The weather was perfect for walking and you used that opportunity to walk back to the X Mansion.

You’ve been working with the mutants for a long time, supporting their missions, helping with their physical health and being a major problem solver. Out of all of them, Peter Maximoff should be the most lucky to have you to get him out of trouble.

His little scandals and adventures always caused him a lot of trouble. He was wanted by many for his mischievous tricks. The gift of super speed was mostly used for petty things such as stealing, yet somehow he would always get away with it.

Charles always warned you about Peter, telling you to keep an eye on him and you tried hard, but Peter was spontaneous and restless. With him, you never knew what could happen.

Enjoying your walk back to the mansion relaxed, you receive a warning text. It was from Charles: “Peter is at it again. I sense trouble, please check it out.”

After you were finished reading the text, sirens started blasting somewhere behind you. Police cars passed and your gut told you that something was wrong. Running after the cars, you cursed Peter for being so recklesss.

When you arrive at the scene, your suspicions appear to be right. Police cars surrounded a gaming shop, where Peter got all his video games from. Peter’s silver hair pokes out the door, in between two officers who held his hands behind his back. You quickly jog closer to the mess he made, calling his name.

Peter looked up and saw you, after which he smiles ironically and shrugs his shoulders. He looked all flushed and ashamed. “What can I say?”

You shake your head disapprovingly, glaring bullets at him. “Officers, will it be possible for me to take it from here?”

“No, unfortunately. We have to report him back to the station.”

One of them put handcuffs on him and that’s when a weird feeling interrupted your train of thoughts. With his hands pinned behind his back, Peter throws his head back, closing his eyes defeatedly. His Adam’s apple popped though his neck, he sighs, his eyelashes falling to his rosy cheeks. Even in this state, Peter managed to look like a statue. “Oh thank you, officer”, he jokes.

Snapping out of your daze, you realize what’s happening when they start approaching the car. “W- uhm, Wait up-”

Peter turns around to look at you. Suddenly you appear more nervous than you were when you arrived, you had no idea what was happening but he noticed it.

“I’m right behind you!”, you shout after him.

“Don’t speed too much”, Peter calls sarcastically.

—————————

A cab took you to the police station. It was half empty, so it was easy to spot Peter right away. He still had handcuffs on, looking bored and embarrassed.

The officers who took him here were speaking to the receptionist, guarding Peter between each other. You enter, hurrying to check the situation. It seemed like they checked him in the sistem, but now you were there to take responsibility for him.

Once he saw you, Peter straightened his posture and focused, relieved to see that you came to his rescue once again. His lips squeezed together in an “oh well” manner.

You roll your eyes, quickly whispering in his ear: “I’ll deal with you later.”

His eyes darken, lips part and face turns red in a flash. For a second the arrest was worth hearing you whisper that sentence to him, making his blood rush through his veins.

He watched you speak to the police, loving how in charge and leading you looked. You held your head high and tone calm as you negotiated.

“Give us some time and we’ll let you go shortly”, they told you.

Meanwhile you notice how the handcuffs made Peter’s muscles more defined, his back wider and his behaviour more tamed than ever. It made you wonder why the hell you hadn’t reported him yourself earlier to watch him in this state. With his arms behind his back, wrists crossed and head thrown back, his silver strands of hair falling around his head he looked hotter than ever.

You were so stunned you didn’t notice when the officers tried talking to you. Peter looked at you to see what you were gonna respond, instead noticing the look in your eyes as you watched him. “Hello?”, he tilts his head.

Reality hit you once again, trying your best to focus. “You were saying?”

The conversation between you and the police resumes, while Peter notices the shift in your behaviour. He observes: you nervously play with your hands, red in the face and constantly glimpsing over at him, not even sure if you were listening to what was being said to you. This was confusing, but he liked the way you were looking at him.

Once you were finished, you were instructed to sit down on nearby chairs. Peter joined you while the officers weren’t looking, still handcuffed. He was tamed and still a little ashamed of the situation he found himself in, getting caught like this, more importantly having you witness it. On the other hand, you were more aware of his presence than usual since they caught him.

He was eager to tease you. “You know I’m the one arrested, not you, right?”

“What?”

He looked you up and down. “Well, I can sense you’re nervous. Did anything illegal tonight, Y/N?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about”, you scoff, playing it off, trying to ignore him and crossing your arms.

He chuckled, standing up. “Whatever you say, ma’am.”, he shrugs.

His long sleeved shirt showed his muscles and you couldn’t help put notice them. You felt like you were being tested, like Peter knew exactly what he was doing. Subtly, you stand up and pull at his handcuffs. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”, he smirks.

Your glare riles him up even more, adrenaline entering his system. He realized you secretly loved watching him in those handcuffs.

Going back to the reception, you talk to the officers again. Negotiations were ahead, deciding if Peter was going to get punished slightly or not. “Bail is possible, since this is his first strike”, the blonde policeman explained.

Hearing this Peter went back to being embarrassed, staring at the ground and squirming in his place. This only made your excitement grow.

“Don’t worry, we will make sure this doesn’t happen anymore. Right, Peter?”

His gaze was still focused down. “Yes, I promise”, he mumbles slightly desperate, nodding.

After a few minutes, they finally announce: “You’re free to go, for now.”

You wait outside while they took his prints and take off his handcuffs, much to your disappointment. As he walks out, Peter barely looks at you. His shame and sudden lack of cockiness only amuses you. “Why so sad now, Quickie? You miss the cuffs?”, you tease.

He rolls his eyes. “Not funny. Matter of fact if anyone misses them, it’s you.”

You play dumb. “What the hell are you saying?”

“I’m saying I saw the way you looked at me.”

“You’re too cocky”, you scoff.

“Am I?”

It was already past midnight, you waited for a cab to take you to the mansion. He had his hands in his pockets, still feeling humbled. “Should’ve just ran from here.”

“I’m tired, let’s just put this behind us now.”

Your relaxednesses was suspicious to him, making him gain a little confidence again. “Still gonna deny it, huh?”

“Deny how I saved your ass once again?” , you raise you eyebrows at him.

He kicks pebbles, humbled once again.

“However, I think I’m gonna buy you those handcuffs for later”

thankssss! you ask and I shall deliver! since February is still here here’s a valentines fic

valentine’s day | evan peters

a/n : fluff, short n sweet

It was 4 AM in the morning when you finally reached your apartment. Work was draining all your strength and time always, especially today. You even rarely got to see your beautiful boyfriend lately, thinking about him all the time. Evan worked hard too, always away, shooting daily and nightly. You haven’t seen him for a week or so.

Phone calls and messages kept you connected throughout the day when you couldn’t be together. Evan sent the cutest and weirdest memes to you as well. But still, you missed him dearly and promised yourself to spend some good quality time with him the first chance you got.

You took of your shoes, drank some water and headed to the bedroom. You saw that the lights were turned on in the room, which meant Evan was home. Excitement and happiness overtook as you opened the door, expecting him to be asleep, but when you open the door a gorgeous sight surprises you.

Evan laid on his side with glasses on, covered in red and white roses, chocolates and little gifts, with a black shirt and gray sweatpants on. He seemed tired but when he saw you come through the door, he shook himself awake and smiled cheerfully. “Good morning!”

You watched him with disbelief, jaw dropped as you laugh. “This is unbelievable.” You clap your hands together, admiring the scene for a few more moment. “You waited around this long?”

“Of course?” He stands up and you immediately run into his arms. You were both smiling to your ears. Evan picks you up and spins you around, enjoying your yelps and laughs.

“Happy Valentines, babe”. He kisses your forehead as he lets you go. You couldn’t believe this was happening to you. Evan just made your whole year already.

“I missed you so much, I can’t believe you’re here and awake still. When and how-”

“You think I wouldn’t come to see my gorgeous girlfriend on Valentines Day? Buy her favourite stuff?”, he asks in between kisses. “I knew you’d be working late as always.”

You pull away for a second to look at him. Evan was absolutely stunning. His brown hair was messy, his dark eyes bright and cheeks rosy. His dimples showed which made him look even more adorable.

“Are you real?”, you ask slightly tilting your head.

He laughs and it’s music to your ears. “If this doesn’t convince you I don’t know what will.” His lips find yours and catch them in a passionate, heated kiss. His hands support your back, embracing you completely. You hook your arms around his shoulders, pulling him as close as possible. Your tongues moved in sync, the kiss lasting long.

When you pull away, the reality of the situation hits you again and you squeal, jumping into his arms once again as he lifts you up. “Whoa! So you really missed me, huh?” You laugh together.

Feelings of love for him overstimulated you so much you thought you could explode. “I love you, Ev”, you sigh in his shoulder.

“Love you more, baby.” He brushes your hair through his fingers.

Still keeping you in his arms, Evan takes a rose from the bed and puts it between his teeth. “For you m’lady.”

You take it, covering your heart with your hand. “That’s adorable.”

“Aw, you think I’m cute?”, he grins with his gorgeous dimples, his cheeks looking incredibly pinchable. You cup them with your hands, scrunching your nose at his prettiness. “A little.”

Once on the ground, you push him on the bed. He looks at you in awe, turning red. “I might just sleep here with all of this still in the bed, it would be a shame to remove it”, you said, straddling his waist. His hands covered your lower back with a smirk on his face. “I won’t mind. Waited all night for you.”

oooohh I love kit so much !!! tysm for the idea 🩷

I really didnt do my best work here, I’m sorry I promise I’ll do better 😭

worth it | kit walker

Days in Briarcliff were long and tiresome. Sometimes a reason to keep going never seems to exist.

That’s what it was like until you met Kit Walker. A tall brunette guy with pretty dark brown eyes. He was the only person in there who you could relate to, the singular person who still had his mind intact.

Rumours about him though were absolutely insane, you were a little skeptical about him at first. It took one conversation with him to actually convince you that they were all false.

It felt like nobody else cared whether he actually did the crime he was accused of except you. Your gut feeling about him was that he was innocent, and you trusted your gut very much

“ I loved Alma. She was my whole life and I would kill myself before I’d ever kill her ”, he would say. You didn’t know what that was like, but it sure felt genuine.

Once you got acquainted you became each other’s anchor and everything about Briarcliff became a slight bit brighter. You snuck out together, talking, smoking, cheering each other up.

“Really glad I met ya”, Kit smiled as you said goodbye on the way to your rooms.

You smile as well in return. “Same here.”

Kit felt incredibly lucky, having someone who believed him, someone he could confide in. He was your rock and you were his. Things could be worse than this.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, Kit?”

“You still believe me?”, he asks quietly, head slightly bent down

“I do. Every word.”

___________________

The day was passing and Kit was nowhere to be seen. You would usually hang out together in the living room area, he didn’t come out of his room at the usual time as everyone else.

You were worried, knowing what the staff of this institution was capable of and lots of possibilities popped up in your head. Bearing this place without him became impossible.

In the evening when it was time for patients to go back to their rooms, a shocking scene occurred.

As you walked down the hallway, you heard groans and dragging coming from behind you. After turning around to check where the sounds were coming from, you finally see Kit for the first time that day. He was a wreck; looking beat up, pale, barely holding his eyes open and being dragged through the hallway. The sight made you gasp and cover your mouth.

Without thinking and not caring about the staff member seeing you to your room, you start making your way towards Kit.

“Kit!”, you scream. “What have you done to him?!” When he laid his eyes on you, Kit tried calling your name but instead a strained choke left his mouth.

The two doctors who held him were incapable of stopping you as you approached them, hitting them with all your strength. Guards ran after you. Wiggling out of their grip, you reach for Kit’s cheek. “Y/N- ”, he coughs.

“Oh God, what happ-”

That’s when a burning, electrifying force enters your body unlike anything you felt before. The strong currency makes you drop to the floor, disabling you completely. Trying to get up was useless. Black spots covered your vision right before everything went dark.

_________________

Your eyes fluttered open the next day. The guards must have locked you in your room. The first thing that entered your mind right away was Kit.

The morning light signals that it will soon be time for going out of your chamber. A few minutes later, guards unlocked your door, waiting to escort you to the living area. You were both confused and grateful that you weren’t in a worse position considering last night’s event.

Thoughts raced through your head about it all while walking, inpatient to see him. Where did they take Kit? Is he alive? What do they intend to do with the both of you?

The questions didn’t matter anymore the moment you laid eyes on him. He sat on the couch, arms leaning on his knees, his leg shaking nervously Kit’s eyes automatically lightened up when you appear. For a second he just stares.

All of the tension finally releases. He sighs, looking down.

“God, you’re okay”, he stands up and signals to the door once the guards left you unmonitored for a minute. Both of you snuck out into the hallway quietly.

“Where the hell were you? Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” The questions kept rising. You observe him: he got a black eye and bruised lips. He looked swollen and tired.

Kit grabbed your arms to calm you down. “It’s fine, Dr. Arden did… horrible… check ups. He thought I was sent to spy on him. I’ll explain later but…” he shakes his head, looking for words to express himself.

“When I get out of here I’ll put him in jail I swear.” Anger towards everyone and Briarcliff overflowed your feelings. You wanted to beat someone up for torturing him and scaring you like that.

“Y/N, why the hell would you put yourself in danger? You know I’m not worth that. I thought they would put you in solitary!”

You couldn’t believe his words. “What? I thought you were in solitary, or worse! How could you say that you’re not worth it? Not when I almost went insane worrying for you”, you argue, pushing his shoulder lightly.

“You shouldn’t have done that”, he calmly told you. “You put yourself in a very dangerous spot. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you… because of me.”

You shake your head, turning around to leave so he wouldn’t see the tears that were about to escape your eyes.

Kit wouldn’t let you, taking your hand and gently pulling you back. “Where you goin’?”

“I was… I thought they…”, you tried explaining, but your words failed you.

Kit observed you with a gentle and worried gaze. “Y/N…”

Not being able to watch you hurt, Kit embraces you, holding you firmly. His smell filled your senses, his warmth comforting you easily. You stayed like that for what felt like minutes until you pull away.

Suddenly, your hand smacks his chest. Kit was caught off guard. “Asshole. How could you say you’re not worth it?”

Kit was so confused, not knowing what to answer. “Well I-”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence, grabbing his face to kiss him. Your lips collided and Kit put his arms around you. This felt so right. All of your problems disappeared as your soft lips crashed with his. You were the only two people in the world.

When you backed up to catch your breaths, Kit couldn’t contain his grin. “Thought you were ‘bout to kill me before Dr. Arden could.”

“Might as well have”, you smirk.

Kit averted his gaze to your lips again. “All of yesterday’s hell was worth this. Every minute.”

His hands felt perfect in yours. “Should we just stay here, take a walk?”, you suggest.

“You wanna get caught, loonie?” He laughs.

“Solitary is totally worth it”, you shrug with a mischievous smile .

Kit’s face was lit up, the butterflies in your stomach grew the longer he was smiling. He connects your lips for a quick kiss, putting his hand over your shoulder. “Well we might as well grab the opportunity”, he winks.

i was curious if you do headcanons , and if you do: maybe tate langdon friends to lovers? the reader has depression and some anger issues (this is embarrassing but so me) but tate isn’t deterred, just interested even more because he thinks reader is “broken” and he can “fix her” or something silly like that

thank you :)

heyy, thanks so much for the rq i love this ideaaa!! you’re the best!! 😚

tate langdon friends to lovers headcannons

— when you first met tate, the instant chemistry between you two was undeniable

— at first, you had a hard time letting him in, fearing the strong connection you developed. tate realized this and adjusted himself to you repeatedly, reading your emotions of built up anger and sadness. he didn’t want to scare you away

— but soon, you became inseparable. you loved talking to each other about everything. he became someone you turned to about everything and vice versa. best of friends, clicked since the first moment

— “c’mon, I know somethings wrong” he analyses you.

“ what’s wrong is you choking me with these questions” you’d blurt out, not meaning a word.

— you’d eventually end up talking about your problems, knowing tate is the only person who could actually understand and listen to you. during those conversations he’d get so attentive, focusing only on you, eyes shining with admiration.

— his heart broke each time he saw you cry

— he didn’t want to push you, but he’d make sure you were okay every day and when you weren’t, he’d stay and listen to you till you expressed all your emotions and rage

— “fuck everything”

“ most honest sentence in the word” tate would encourage, hoping to make you smile and when you do, he feels like he won the lottery

— tate never got offended if you burst out with frustration. he is a sensitive guy, but he felt your pent up anger with school, people, everything. he let you let it all out and you appreciated him a lot for that.

— you just understood each other

— he did everything in his power to help you get out of your shell

— all of that talking and joking with each other led you to grow a small crush on tate. you’d never do anything to ruin your friendship, so you just ignored it and pushed it away

— it got harder, just wishing to tell him everything right away but you were anxious

— then it came : your first kiss

— tate waited until you came back from school. you came in, not in the mood to do anything after a long day. however, seeing tate caused a heartbeat to skip, warm feelings inside and a small smile to form on your lips

— and tate counted EVERY smile of yours all the time, he felt like he could fly each time he saw one

— “ hey. how’s that hellhole doing? is everything good?”

— you got into your home clothes, tate admiring your beauty. he practically melted on the spot

— you caught him staring, letting out a chuckle. “ and what exactly are you looking at?”

— he looked starstruck. man was in heaven

— suddenly that feeling of fondness and love for you overtook his mind. he just shook his head and kept staring. feeling the tension, you take a step forward, confused. “what’s gotten into you?”

— tate had no idea what he was doing. he took your head in his hands and crashed your lips into his. all of your troubles dissapeared right then but still a panic crept in.

— you pull away, furrowing your eyebrows, looking at him with a “what the fuck?” expression. then you kissed him even harder

— all of your kisses were passionate and loving

— “ that’s my side of the bed, asshole ”

“ so charming with your words ” he winked, leading you to punch him in the shoulder

— he hugs you any time he gets the opportunity. any excuse to have his hands on you

— you got more comfortable with each other every day

— he’d never let you go to sleep sad

— holds your hand, wipes your tears and cheers you up all the time

i’m a writer, a veteran on this app and recently I’ve been getting into all of that stuff again.

that being said I’d aprriciate if you’d send me requests, I mostly write for evan peters characters, peter parker and miles morales!! (comfortable with nsfw and sfw)

lots of love 🤍