★ hii! i’m sam! i’m a 23 year old girly who has rediscovered her love for fanfic!!!
★ as of now i mostly write for 5sos, with a little bit of marvel and wwe here and there! here is my masterlist! updated every time i post a fic (: happy reading! 😼
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i turned off my requests for now, i am moving states this weekend so i’ll probably be gone for the next 2 weeks i’d say! i might get to post between then.
thanks for the patience on the requests if you’ve sent one in !! i promise i will be starting on them next month once i get settled in 🖤
working on an ashton irwin fic and also a johnny storm fic rn! 😸 hopefully will have one or both uploaded before i move next weekend!! thanks for the patience & i’ll be back to posting more whenever i move 🫡
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★ occasionally, spider-man shows up at your apartment.
★ word count: 2,530
★ my marvel obsession has been x100 lately! i literally wrote this in one sitting, and definitely need to go to sleep now 😴 it’s 3am i did not proofread this. also i’m literally OBSESSED with peter in this fit so i had to add it in!!
★ edit: i fixed the spelling errors now! i was literally falling asleep over my phone writing this last night
november 6th, 2027
you’re inside your apartment. it’s extra cold out tonight, the coldest night you’ve had so far this year. you’re cuddled up on your couch, with a blanket over your lap, and the news on the tv.
there was another fight between spider-man and a local villain tonight. it’s a few blocks away from your apartment, it normally is. spider-man is the reason your rent is so cheap. one reason to be thankful.
suddenly there’s a thump on your window, your head snaps in the direction of the noise. you see a flash of blue and red, and a head knocking into your window gently. you see spider-man looking at you through your window.
he sends you a wave, but he doesn’t leave. you sigh, rushing over, and opening your window. “hey, i’m spider-man.” he says, and you raise your eyebrows. “i live in queens, i know who you are.” you reply, his hand goes up in the air.
“yeah, yeah, i guess you would know..” he trails off, and you suck in a breath. “would you care to tell me why spider-man is knocking on my window at midnight?” his hand moves to the back of his neck, rubbing, as he lets out a laugh.
“yeah, right, uh, i need a bandaid?” he chuckles nervously, and you shake your head at him. “you’re knocking at a random window at midnight for a bandaid? it can’t wait until you’re home?”
he puts his hands above your window, pulling himself up. you’re eye level with his abdomen, which has a long gash across the side. your eyes widen, a hand reaching out to gently graze above it.
he tenses at your touch. “i think you need more than a bandaid, here, come in.” you take a step back, he pulls his legs up, pushing himself through your window, and landing perfectly on his feet.
he stands up straight, looking at you. he’s a little taller than you, your head stopping just below his chin. you walk to your bathroom, retrieving your first aid kit. “you can sit on the couch!” you call out to him.
you return to see spider-man leaning back on your couch, his head thrown back. his breathing is heavy. you walk over, dropping to your knees in front of him. you set the first aid kit down beside him.
he looks down at you, his breathing starting to return to normal. “thank you, uh, for doing this..” he says softly, and you nod. “of course. is there any way for you to free that part of your suit?” you ask, and he stops breathing.
“uhh..” he stutters out, and you shake your head. “so i can clean it, and wrap the bandage around.” you explain, and he nods quickly. “oh! right, yeah.” he agrees, and reaches his hand to the neck of his suit, loosening the back.
he slides his arms out of the sleeves, and lets the fabric pool down around his waist. you briefly look over his upper body, before quickly gathering the supplies you need. you don’t want him to catch you staring.
you start to clean at his wound, using a wipe around the area. “how often do you get banged up like this?” he hums at your question. you grab the bandage, holding the base against his ribcage.
“pretty much every night.” he adds a laugh at the end. like he’s trying to convince you, or maybe himself, that it’s no problem. you shake your head, wrapping the bandage around his body.
your arm reaches around his back, grazing against his skin. you feel goosebumps form over his skin. “do you knock on random windows every night, too?” he’s silent as you wrap the bandage around his ribs.
he shakes his head finally, and you nod once. you fasten the end of the bandage, and lean back on your feet. “well, you look good to me.” you state, and he quickly stands up.
his suit starts to slide down, and he catches it quickly. you see a brush of his hip bone, and the waistband of his boxer, before his suit is coming back up over his body. “thanks again. for the help.” he nods at you, and you smile at him.
“of course, spider-man. it’s the least i can do. you save me a lot of money on rent, fighting in the area. feel free to continue.” you joke, and he laughs. an actual laugh.
“thanks, stranger.” he says, nodding at you, and then he’s out of your window, swinging off into the night.
november 20th, 2027
you’re woken up to a knock at your window. your eyes are half open, looking at your phone, seeing it’s 7am. you roll over, looking at your window.
you see spider-man, he raises a hand up and waves. you pull your blanket off of you, and stumble out of bed, over to your window. you push it open, and rub at your eyelids.
“good morning, stranger.” his voice is cheery, and you groan. “it’s early, don’t sound so happy..” you mumble, turning around, and walking back over to your bed.
you plop down into it, and turn back just as he’s climbed into your window, and landing on your floor. you notice he has two coffees in his hands. “i wanted to say thank you, for patching me up that night.”
you open your eyes fully at him, and sit back up. “you didn’t have to do that.” you say, and he takes a couple steps toward you. “it was late, and most people wouldn’t let a stranger into their home, even if that stranger was spider-man. so, thank you.”
you smile, looking up at his mask. you swear you can see a smile through the fabric. “thank you..” you whisper, and he extends the coffee towards you. “i also uh, brought breakfast. i don’t know what you like, obviously. so i brought options.”
he then shrugs off a backpack, and pulls out a brown bag. he sets it on your bed. you open the bag up, peering inside. “there’s a bagel, a breakfast burrito, a donut, pick whatever you like.”
“wow, uh, you really didn’t have to do all of this.. spider-man.” you say, awkwardly adding his ‘name’ at the end. “we will have to workshop a nickname.” his voice starts, jokingly. “and maybe for you too, stranger sounds kind of negative.”
you laugh, shaking your head at him. “well, we are strangers.” he sighs, shaking his head. “do you invite strangers into your apartment more than once?”
you quickly shake your head at him. you reach into the bag, grabbing the burrito out, and handing the bag back to him. he takes it, pulling out the donut.
“like i stated previously, this particular stranger gets me cheaper rent, i’m afraid i owe him as many invites in as he wants.” you joke, and you get another laugh out of him.
“fair enough. as long as there’s no other strangers trying to sneak in your window. if there is, they’ll have to deal with me.” he points his thumb at himself, before using his hand to raise his mask up to rest over his nose.
he brings his donut to his mouth, and you examine the amount of him that’s on display. spider-man has been in your apartment twice now, and you’ve seen his bare torso, and his mouth.
he has a sharp jawline, his neck muscles more prominent when paired together. his neck flexing as he chews his food. you realize you’ve been staring, and clear your throat.
you look down at your burrito, quickly unwrapping it, and taking a huge bite. the two of you eat in silence, he’s sitting on your floor, and you’re on the edge of your bed, sharing a quiet meal.
“well, i better get going, you know, saving the city.” he says, standing, and you nod. “bye, spider-man.” you wave at him, and he’s out of sight.
december 24th, 2027
it’s christmas eve, and the lights outside are bright, shining the city brighter than usual. you’re in your kitchen, making another cup of hot cocoa. you had been leaving your window unlocked, incase spider-man decided to come back.
he usually pops in once a week. not like you have been keeping track, but it’s nice having something to look forward to. being in the big city alone is sad, but especially during the holidays.
you assume spider-man is with his family though, you’re sure he has someone to be with for the holidays.
you make your way back to the living room, your mug cradled in your hands. when you sit down on the couch, you see a web on your window, and a box underneath it.
it’s on the inside, showing spider-man was in and out in the time it took you to make your cocoa. you set the mug down, walking over to your window. you pull the web away, and grab the box before it falls.
it’s wrapped in a red, flannel paper, and there’s a note on the front. it has your name on the top.
“merry christmas, spidey” is written on the note, you smile at your nickname for him. he hadn’t told you his name yet, so you resorted to calling him spidey. he acted like he hated it, but you could tell he enjoyed it.
you unwrap the box, and open it up. there’s a necklace inside the box, with a spider hanging from the chain. you smile warmly, picking up the necklace, and holding it in your hands.
it was a sweet gesture from spider-man, him coming to your apartment had resorted in the two of you building a bond.
you hear a floorboard creak behind you, and you turn around, seeing the familiar red and blue figure standing behind your couch.
before he can speak, you’re running over, and giving him a hug. he freezes, as your arms wrap around him. “thank you.” you whisper, his arms hover, before his hands gently press over your back.
“i figure, i can’t be spider-man without my sidekick, you have to have a piece of it too.” he explains, and your heart skips a beat.
you don’t know who he is, but he is slowly becoming an important part of your life.
february 4th, 2028
it’s been a couple weeks since you’ve last seen spider-man, you had been extremely busy at work, and he’d been busy being spider-man.
you also never know when you’ll see him anyways, so there’s not much expectation on when he will be at your window.
but you always hope he is.
you’re at your front door, picking your keys out of your pocket, and opening your door. you walk inside, and freeze immediately. you see spider-man, sitting on your couch.
and his mask is off. your jaw drops, and your keys fall out of your hand, clinging onto the floor. he head shoots up, looking at you, and you see his smile for the first time.
“hey!” he exclaims, and you stare at him. “i figured it was about time i introduced myself, i’m peter, peter parker.” he says, standing up and extending his hand out.
you gaze at his hand, mouth agape. he laughs nervously. “i don’t like that you’re being so quiet.” you shake your head quickly, collecting your thoughts.
“i’m sorry, i’m just shocked, uh, hi, peter.” you grasp his hand in yours, shaking it weakly. he smiles at you. “i know it took awhile, i’m sorry, but nobody knows me as peter, i’m just spider-man.”
you take a step closer to him, looking up at him. “you don’t have to just be spider-man around me.. you can be peter.” you reply, and his eyes brighten at you.
his eyes flicker down to your lips for a brief moment, before returning to your eyes. “you don’t know how much that means to me..” he barely whispers into the air.
you feel your hands brush each others, and you look down. you hadn’t realized you and peter were slowly moving towards each other. you gulp, looking back up at him.
he clears his throat, taking a step back. you quickly shuffle back as well, looking around the room.
“it’s late-“
“i should get going-“
you both laugh awkwardly, he rubs the back of his neck, and you shuffle on your feet.
“i’ll see you soon?” he says, and you nod quickly. he pulls his mask back on, and then he’s gone, through your window like always.
april 12th, 2028
you’re cradling a bag of groceries in your arm, keys in your other hand, unlocking your door. you push it open with your hand, and walk inside, kicking it shut with your foot. you walk over to the kitchen counter, settling the bag down.
you see peter walk into the room, wearing your clothes?
he has on a cropped black tank top, and your black juicy sweatpants. you let out a laugh, and peter’s head shoots up to look at you. “stop laughing at me!!”
“why are you wearing my clothes?” you mutter out, trying to suppress your laughter. he lets out a groan. “i forgot my bag, and i’m trying to hangout with you without wearing my suit.” he explains, and you laugh again.
he frowns at you, leaning over the opposite side of the counter, looking at you. “and you’re not being very nice.” he adds, and you shake your head at him.
suddenly, it’s like a lightbulb goes off in your head, you see your opportunity, and you decide to take it. “i’m sorry, i should be telling you how good you look when you dress like that.” you state.
peter freezes, his mouth falling open. he blinks at you. he goes to speak, but nothing comes out. you decide to push a little further, you walk around the counter, coming to stand in front of him. he looks down at you, and his eyes are on your lips.
“tank top fits you nicely.” you say sweetly, and he sucks in a breath. peter seems to realize now, and his hand comes up to rest gently on your cheek. his thumb rubs against your skin, and his eyes are on yours.
“i know for a fact it looks better on you.” he replies, and you press forward, pushing your lips to his. the kiss is sweet and gentle. his lips are moving curiously against yours. your hands come up around his neck, one pushing up into his hair.
his other hand finds your waist, pulling you closer to him. his teeth nip gently at your lip, causing your mouth to open wider, and he slips his tongue in.
after another moment, you break apart. your breathing heavy, and your eyes are locked with his. you both break out into smiles, and peter pulls you into a hug.
“i am so glad you let me through your window that night.” he whispers into your hair, rubbing your head. you smile into his chest.
you and peter found each other accidentally, and ended up being exactly what you both needed.
i have been summoned to request michael fics!!! so could you please do something based off either “istillfeelthesame” with michael during eas era or “mrs all american” during self titled era. of course you can do another song if you feel it’s better fit!!
here you go!
i honestly kind of hate it and i am SO sorry if you also hate it but i tried my best <3
★ you and michael are going through a rough patch.
★ word count: 985
★ i lowkey actually really hate this, but i couldn't figure out anything better so i hope you guys enjoy this ):
"are you ready?" you hear michael's voice behind you, causing you to look up at him through the mirror. "yeah, just uh, can you help me zip my dress?" michael slowly walks up behind you. his hand barely there as he zips up your dress. he lingers for a moment, before stepping back. "i'll be in the car, just come out when you're ready." michael nods once, before walking off.
you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. you'd be lying if you said you and michael weren't having issues right now. the past couple months have just been.. distant. you're around each other, but there's something weird in the air, that fills up the space between you two, refusing to let up.
you make your way out of the apartment, walking out to see michael in the car. you get inside, and he immediately starts driving. there's a party tonight to celebrate the release of their recent album. part of you hoped michael got pulled away at some point.
you weren't sure what had went wrong. where things had went wrong. you wonder if michael realizes it too.
"you're quiet." michael's voice is flat. he sounds just as tired as you feel. "it's just going to be a long night." you say, and michael hums in response. his fingers tap the steering wheel, copying the song playing on the radio.
soon enough, you're sandwiched on a sofa, between michael and calum. the room is loud, there's music blaring over the speakers. voices hollering around the room. there's people dancing in the open floor, cups held in the air.
"i'm going to get a drink, you want one?" michael's voice is in your ear, and you turn to him. you feel his breath on your face, a couple inches of space between you two. "yeah, thanks." you respond, and michael leaves you behind.
calum is laughing at something luke said, causing him to slightly lean into your side. "calum! you're practically falling over into me." you exclaim, and he looks at you dazed. "sorry, sorry.." he slurs out, wrapping an arm around you. you let out a laugh, turning your head to look at the group.
luke is in a chair by the other end of the couch, ashton is over playing cup pong at the table. you see michael at the other end, now drawn into a game. you sigh, leaning your head back against the couch.
you knew at some point michael would find a way to put distance between you two, you hadn't realized it would've been this early into the night.
the party goes on, and eventually michael makes his way back over to you. "hey, are you ready to leave?" he asks, and you quickly nod.
you say your goodbyes, and make your way back to the car. you slump into the seat, as michael starts to drive. as you take your hair down, you feel michael's eyes on you. soon, you feel a hand reach out and touch your leg, gently.
you look down at his hand, and then back up at him. his eyes are on the road. the drive is silent, but his hand never moves.
when you're back inside, you make your way to the bedroom. you reach your hand behind you, grasping for your zipper. "here, i got it." michael's quiet voice fills the room. your hand drops to your side. you feel thr dress loosen from your body.
you feel michael take a step back. "thanks" you whisper, and receive no response. this is how most of your conversations go lately. barely any words exchanged.
you quickly change into your pajamas, and when you return, you see michael sitting on the edge of the bed. his fingers are intertwined in his lap, and he's looking at you.
you draw in a slow breath. his expression is unreadable. you slowly walk over to him, standing between his legs. his arms come up, wrapping around your waist.
you hands find his shoulders, and you give them a squeeze. "i don't want to lose you.." michael's voice is barely above a whisper. your chest aches at his words.
"michael.." you whisper, and he pulls you closer to him. "i still love you, i mean it." his voice is shaky, like he's holding back a sob. you stay silent. michael is clutching onto you like if he lets go you'll disappear.
"i can tell, it's not the same for you anymore. i feel you pulling away. i don't know what to do. i don't want to lose you. from the moment i met you, i felt so much love for you. i still feel the same.." he pleads, and you hear a sob come through.
you wrap your arms fully around him, and he lets out a heavy breath. "i still love you too, michael, of course i do.." you whisper into his hair. you feel him shake his head against your chest.
"i'm losing you. i don't know how to get you back to me.." he cries out into your chest. you suck in a breath. "mikey.. we'll fix it. i promise.." you assure him. his hands are rubbing and grasping at your back, trying to hold you as close as possible.
"let's go to bed, okay?" you whisper, and he nods. you gently push him back onto the bed, and you crawl in next to him.
he pulls you close to him, an arm wrapping around your waist. his other hand comes up to tangle gently into your hair, caressing your head softly. "i love you baby.." he whispers into your ear, and you smile.
"i love you always, mikey." you whisper back, reaching for his hand, and giving it one small squeeze. just enough for michael to feel it.
for the first night in awhile, it felt like it would be okay.
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★ you and peter are both superheroes in the city, one morning, you wake up in each other’s bodies, and have to figure out how to swap back.
★ word count: 1,580
★ my first marvel fic (: i love marvel a lot as well, and had so much fun writing this. i've been on a huge marvel rewatch lately so i had to write a fic on it.
you wake up in the morning, sitting up and stretching. your limbs feel sore. you're not quite sure why, since it's been about a week since you've last used your powers.
you stand up, immediately noticing the room you're in is not yours. you look around, seeing a tv, a shelf with some books and knick-knacks. it's a studio apartment, you see the kitchen, and a couch.
which has spider-man's suit slung over it.
you rush to the bathroom, looking into the mirror. you're a tall, young man, brown hair, brown eyes. "woah!" you say, before looking down at your hands and body. "i've never woken up with my powers active..."
your mutant gene gave you shapeshifting abilities, but this hasn't happened before, you also haven't teleported before. you don't think you're able to do that.
"what is going on.." you whisper to yourself, shaking your head. you close your eyes and focus, trying to switch back.
it doesn't work.
you don't feel a thing, any hint of your power, nothing. you open your eyes, letting out a groan. your eyes go wide at your voice. "oh i sound weird!" you shriek.
you look around the apartment, deciding to look for a phone, or a wallet, which you spot on the kitchen counter. you pick it up and open it, slipping his id out.
"peter parker" you say, reading it aloud. his picture looks recent. you look at the issue date, january of 2025. his eyes look tired.
you look back at the suit thrown over the couch. "he's too young to be so tired.." you whisper to yourself. you're the same age, considering you were both blipped.
you understand how hard it is, being forced to carry so much at such a young age.
you decide to go look for his phone, going back over to his bed, you spot his phone thrown across to the other side. you reach out for it.
his lockscreen is a picture of the sky, from a rooftop. luckily, he has face recognition on, and his phone unlocks. his wallpaper is of him with his spiderman mask pushed halfway, his mouth is hanging open in a silly smile, and he's upside down.
he seems like he still has fun with it, at least.
you decide to go to his contacts. maybe there's a superhero he knows that could help.
there's only a few contacts.
aunt may
happy hogan
mr. stark
ned
that's it. you pull up his call log, there's only a couple calls a month, none between his contacts.
you go to his messages app, pretty much empty. none with any of his contacts.
it's like peter parker is a ghost.
you sigh, setting his phone down. you run a hair through your hair, surpised at how short it is. you sigh, throwing yourself back onto his bed. "wait a second.. if i'm in his body, he must be in mine.." you whisper to yourself, and immediately sit up.
you reach for his phone, unlocking it and opening up the keypad, you dial up your number. it rings a few times, before you hear your voice on the other end. "hello???"
"great, hi, uh, i really hope you recognize this voice, because i'm the person that i am calling right now, oh god that makes zero sense.." you ramble off, and your voice cuts in. "oh my god no that is my voice! you have my voice! why do you have my voice? why is my voice so weird?"
"look, i think we swapped bodies, but i have no clue why, how soon can you get back to your apartment?" you say, and you hear the voice come back through "i'll be there soon." and the call cuts out.
you look over at his suit, and decide you want to try it on.
you are spider-man, after all.
you quickly shimmy your body into it, realizing how hard it is to squeeze it over his muscles. once you get it on, you look at the webshooters on the wrists. "hmm.." you say, flicking your wrist, nothing happens. you try pressing on the web shooter, nothing.
you press your fingers into your palm, and flick, a web shooting just as the door opens. it hits peter, and you hear a yelp. you look up immediately, seeing a web sprayed across the chest. "at least they're mine.." you say, and peter shakes his head at you.
"well, hi, uh, i guess we're past an introduction, since we are inside each other. oh no." he stumbles off at the end, and you laugh. "i think we both messed that up." now you hear peter laugh.
"well, uh, how did we get like this?" peter asks, and you shrug. "i don't really know, i uh, know you're spider-man obviously, and i saw your phone and know you don't talk to anybody." you start, gauging a facial expression, which is blank.
"i have powers, i can shapeshift, incase you didn't figure that out yet. i've never done it in my sleep before though. i'm not sure how it happened. i don't have my powers anymore, since i'm you." you explain, he just looks at you.
"so like, you can turn into anybody?" he finally asks. you stare at him. "that's the first thing you say?" his eyes go wide. "well, just like. if i could do that, i would totally turn into darth vader.." he rambles on, and you shake your head.
"it can only be real people, usually only people i've seen before. and you can do it, you are me right now. you can probably shapeshift to look like yourself. just concentrate on wanting to physically become me, well you, but as me, well, me as you." you mumble the end, and peter shakes his head.
"okay, focus." you say, and he closes his eyes, you see him slowly start to shift into himself, when he finally gets there, he opens his eyes, and you clap."
"wonderful, you look like you." you say, and he laughs.
"i still sound weird.." he says, and you sigh. "i can't have it all. i would be too powerful.." you joke, and he laughs again, sending him back into your human form.
"woah! it feels weird when you aren't expecting it." he says, and you nod. "yeah, but you get used to it.. i had to quickly, people can't know about it.."
he looks up at you, his facial expression sad. "do you have anybody?" he asks, and you shake your head at him.
"no.. when you're like this, can't afford to." you say simply. you accepted that fact awhile ago, ever since you lost your family, and your mutant gene activated shortly after.
"yeah, i, uh, i get that. people like us don't ever get to keep those things when we do have them.." he whispers back, and you look him in the eyes.
he really looks like you, behind those eyes, he's like you. you wish more than anything he wasn't. "yeah.. anyways, uh, i'm not sure how to get us back." you say, and he contemplates.
"i think you were in my dream last night, maybe you accidentically shifted and we woke up swapped?" he finally says, and you stare at him. "we don't know each other, how would that be possible?" you say, and he throws his arms in the air.
"i have no clue, i just think maybe if we do the same thing, maybe we will go back." he says, and you finally nod. "okay, so what, we nap?" you say, and he nods. "yes, i think that should work. but i think we need to fall asleep staring at each other, i have sleeping pills we can take to ensure we fall asleep around the same time."
he walks over to grab the sleeping pills, and you go over to lay on one side of his bed. he walks over with a glass of water, and the pills. the two of you take them down quickly, and lay down, staring at each other.
"well, hopefully i see you later, in your own body.." peter says, and you nod. "preferably, good night parker."
you quickly feel the tiredless taking over you, and the last thing you see is peter staring back at you, eyed half opened.
when you wake up the next morning, you notice you are on the other side of the bed, and back in your body. you sigh of relief, and go to move, but you feel weight over you.
you look down, seeing an arm over your stomach, and a head on your chest. your eyes go wide. you feel him stir gently, and his eyes open. he quickly realizes where he's at, and moves backwards. "woah, uh, sorry!" he says nervously, and you laugh.
"we're back in our bodies." you say, and he nods. "thankfully." you nod. "well, i, uh, thanks. i guess i should get back home." you say, and he looks at you. "oh, yeah, yeah.. or maybe you could stay..?" he asks hesitantly, your eyes shoot up to his.
"maybe i could stay?" you repeat. he peter shrugs his shoulders. "yeah, like i'm curious to learn more about your powers, and maybe show you how mine work, since you totally butchered that web shooter when you tried."
"i think that could be cool." you finally say, and he smiles.
★ i’m back tackling another request. sorry to make y’all wait so long. spending tonight on writing so i should have another fic up tomorrow!!! thanks for being patient 🖤
it’s a saturday night in your apartment, and you’re building lego sets with calum. he showed up at your doorstep, holding two boxes.
“your apartment needs some decoration.” he had said, motioning to the legos in his arms. you had just moved into a new apartment, so he was right. your place was still fairly empty.
so you are building the polaroid camera, and calum is building a set of flowers. you’re sat across from each other at your dining table. there’s music playing on your tv.
“these will look good in here. we’ll have to get you some more.” calum says, and you nod. “and it’s super fun!” you add, and he laughs. “it is super fun, part of the reason i got these is because i just wanted to build legos.”
“i can’t say i blame you there, calum.” you giggle back at him, his focus returns to his legos. you take the chance to look over at him. calum and you weren’t together, there’s some gray area you guys are in that isn’t really friends, but isn’t really anything more.
his hands are carefully connecting the bricks together, and you admire the way his fingers hold onto them. the way his tattoos stretch over his hand as he moves it. the slight flex of his tendons as he opens his knuckle after connecting the pieces.
you can feel a heat move through you, and you shiver at the feeling. calum’s hand is slow as it moves to grab the next piece, your eyes following helplessly. he squeezes a piece between his pointer and his thumb, slowly picking it up.
your eyes slowly move up with his hand, until you find calum’s eyes looking at yours. you quickly let out a breath, calum caught you red handed.
“so, my hands, huh?” calum asks casually, and you swallow. you try to speak, but a bunch of quiet mumbles pour out. you hear calum let out a laugh, and shake his head. “i would have asked if there was something wrong with them, but i know that’s not the case.” he says instead, and you look down at the table.
“i can try to explain..” you mumble, earning you another laugh from calum. “what excuse can you come up with for salivating at the sight of my hands?” calum’s voice is steady, a hint of teasing laced through.
“i wasn’t salivating..” you defend yourself, and he scoffs. “you were looking at them like you want my fingers in your mouth..” he says slowly, testing the waters. you don’t know how you’re allowed to react.
you settle on keeping your mouth closed, stare still pointed down at the legos. you hear calum’s chair scoot backwards, and hear his footsteps coming around the table.
calum’s fingers come under your chin, pulling your head up, forcing you to look up at him. his eyes are locked on yours, and he has that sweet smile on his face. his thumb gently grazes on your lip, pulling it down. you open your mouth, and calum slides his thumb in.
your lips close around it, your tongue coming up under the bottom, and you gently suck. calum sucks in a breath, looking down at you, with his finger in your mouth. he pulls his thumb away, and pushes two fingers into your mouth now.
“you like sucking on my fingers, baby?” calum whispers, as your tongue laps around his fingers. his other hand comes up, pressing gently against your throat. “you like my hands on you?” he asks again, and you nod this time.
calum’s hands drop from you, and he quickly drops to his knees in front of your chair. “take your shorts off for me?” he asks, and you quickly slide them, along with your underwear, down your legs.
“good girl.” calum responds, and you shiver in response. his hands are on your thighs, gently pushing your legs open. his fingers gently knead into the flesh. your hips shift slightly off the chair.
calum finally brings his hand up, pushing two fingers into you. you let out a breath, a hand immediately finding his arm. “fuck..” you breathe out. calum looks up as you, as he pushes them fully inside.
you let out a sigh at the pressure. calum starts to move his fingers back, dragging them mostly out of you, and then pushing them forward again. a moan comes out of your mouth.
“taking it so well, such a good girl.” calum’s voice is deeper now, and you see he’s still looking at you. you close your eyes, and hear calum’s voice rings through again. “open your eyes” he says, and you feel him start to plunge his fingers inside faster.
you open your eyes, and lock eyes with him again. he then presses up gently and your hips grind yourself onto his fingers. “taking it so well..” calum mumbles, his other hand coming up to hold you neck.
you feel a strong sensation rising through you, before you come undone onto calum’s hand. he’s moving at the same pace, working you through it. sharing whispers of encouragement as you moan out.
calum slides his hand out of you, bringing his fingers up to your mouth, pushing them inside. your tongue laps around them, cleaning them off. calum pulls back, and stands up, looking down at you.
“now, lego time? no distractions?” you hear calum ask, and you nod.
i’m in the process of packing because i’m moving states august 1st!! posting will be slower this month but i am working on some requests/other fics so i should have something up tomorrow! maybe two if i’m lucky (:
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