A/N: I love nerdy dick too twin, you so real for this omg😭‼️
How did this happen? How did Dave end up with the woman he thought was the hottest girl on earth, on top of him straddling his hips?
It all started when Dave decided to invite his girlfriend over to study. She definitely did not want to study—how could she, when all she could think about was how hot he looked while he rambled on about some silly, boring, and excessively long economic questions for class.
Truth be told, she didn’t care much about anything he was saying at the moment. Although that might sound rude, she didn’t care one bit. Her boyfriend sat at the edge of his bed, rambling, and he looked absolutely perfect. His glasses were set perfectly in place on his face, and the way the tip of his tongue stuck out as he delved deep into thought about his stupid economics homework—how could she possibly focus?
Dave was completely oblivious to her ogling. He wasn’t aware that she was practically salivating just from looking at him, he was oblivious to all the impure thoughts running through his girlfriends head, he was so focused on finishing his assignments he didn’t realize just how needy his girlfriend was.
Although Dave and you were in a very serious relationship you’ve never discussed sex it was uncharted territory for both of you. Dave was too shy and embarrassed because he was still a virgin it was a sensitive topic for him. Everyone is aware he isn’t the most popular guy at school.
You on the other hand were scared you’d send him running for the hills if you tried to suggest sex, It’s not like you both never did anything well…the furthest you’ve gotten with each other was making out and grinding against each other, and the ending result was always the same: Dave blushing, covering his lap with a pillow while he sat at his desk chair, and diverting into discussions about random comics and superhero references as if you didn’t just have your tongue in his mouth.
You kept eyeing Dave and biting your lip the thoughts running through your head were pure sin, you were convinced if Dave knew about them he would be a stuttering and blushing disaster. You didn’t think your staring was obvious until Dave suddenly redirected his attention from his five-minute monologue about consumerism, catching you in the act.
He looked back at you from his spot on the bed as he cleared his throat and spoke softly. “Are you okay? Is um something wrong?” God he was so sweet and caring he was oblivious to the fact that all you wanted to do was have him whimpering and groaning beneath you, your desires were consuming your mind. You always wondered what he would sound like when he was overwhelmed with pleasure. You’d caught a glimpse of it once, and since then, your thirst for more was like that of a desert traveler yearning for a drop of water.
“Yeah-Mhm everything’s fine sorry my mind was somewhere else for a second” you smiled at him trying to sound as if you weren’t seconds away from jumping on him. He smiled and adjusted his glasses before he nodded and turned his attention back to his paper.
You couldn’t stand it the last straw was when he bit his bottom lip in concentration you couldn’t stop yourself you swiped his paper off the table, the rustling sound breaking the spell between you. You set it down with a bit more force than intended, a bold move that marked your intentions.
Leaning in, you placed a hand on his cheek and pressed your lips to his, a surge of unspoken desires finally finding expression. His initial surprise melted away, replaced by a hunger that mirrored your own. In that stolen kiss, the air crackled with a mix of passion and anticipation, as if the world outside had faded, leaving just the two of you suspended in that breathtaking moment.
And there it was, the culmination of all those unspoken desires, manifesting in the reality of the moment. Dave found himself reclined against the headboard, a sensation of both exhilaration and disbelief coursing through him. You straddled him, your legs encasing his body, intimacy that had been a distant fantasy until now. His glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, which had turned a deep shade of crimson. The flush of his cheeks mirrored the intensity of the moment, a testament to the shared vulnerability and passion.
Your gaze trailed down, drinking in the sight of his bare chest pressed against you, the rhythmic rise and fall of his breath a captivating dance. The tousled strands of his hair cradled his head against the pillow like a crown, accentuating his allure.
His eyes held a mix of emotions as they lingered on your chest, a blend of curiosity and desire. The gravity of the moment weighed on the air, punctuated by his words, “Are you sure about this?” Your fingers, tender as a whisper, glided across his cheek, a gesture of reassurance and care. Leaning down, you captured his lips in a soft, lingering kiss, your intention clear—to grant him the choice to halt if his comfort wavered.
You sought to convey through touch what words might not fully express. His gaze held yours, a reservoir of affection and trust that spoke volumes. With a glance saturated in love, he nodded, affirming his readiness to explore uncharted realms with you.
He looked down between both your bodies, you were hovering over him, he bit his lip. Dave whined out a small, broken “please.” You closed your eyes savoring the way he spoken his plead was music to your ears.
You slowly sank down on to him, your mouth let out a small gasp at the feeling as he let out a deep groan, he felt the way you clamped down against him, the way he stretched you open had you groaning. You leaned down to kiss him gently, and gave yourselves time to adjust to the new sensation. Dave was girthy and long, he was bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, this felt different from all the times you’ve had sex this, this was love. You could feel the love radiating off of him as he kissed you and groaned into the passionate kiss.
Once you both adjusted, Dave gripped your hips and bucked his hips into you, his thrust were slow and deep, the noises of skin against each other and pleasurable moans filled the room. “Y-you’re so beautiful” Dave muttered and he looked into your eyes. “You’re so pretty davie” You couldn’t help but cry out as you reached down to play with yourself rubbing small gentle circles on your clit and slowly grinding down against him.
He whimpered and you felt his arms wrap around you, holding you in place. You could feel the tension in his body, the excitement building as he felt you against his body. You leaned down to kiss him gently, your lips meeting his in a gentle, tender embrace. You were addicted to the feeling of him inside you, the way he held you, the way he moaned your name. The pressure was building and you knew that you were about to cum you were trying to hold off trying to make this last for as long as you could. “Dave-I’m gonna cum--“ You cried out.
“I-f-fuck” Dave stuttered out as he felt you squeeze around him as you reached your climax, your body shaking with the intensity of the orgasm. Dave was groaning deep in his throat, his hips moving up and down as he came as well. You felt like you were one, a single unit, moving together in a synchronized dance of pleasure as he came deep in you.
Dave whimpered as you rode out your high against him, he felt himself growing overstimulated, he reached for your hips and kept a firm hold on you to keep you from moving, his body was shaking and sweat dripped from his forehead.
“I love you,” you murmured, your voice laced with affection.
“I love you too, baby,” Dave replied, a tender smile on his lips. With a gentle motion, he lifted himself and drew you in for a sweet, lingering kiss.
Releasing yourself from the embrace, you let out a soft sigh of contentment as you reclined against the bed, Dave at your side. He seemed to shift, a hint of nervousness tainting his usual bashful demeanor. “So, uh, how did I do? Was it okay?” His cheeks flushed a shade of crimson that rivaled a tomato’s hue.
pairing: seven atj characters, scroll through to see who exactly I included (in alphabetical order) x fem!reader
warnings: suggestive (some of them), mention of pregnancy (friedrich), & nsfw (sergei)
a/n: happy valentine's day!!! I love all the pink & hearts everywhere, I had to write something so here are a bunch of vignettes for what these characters would do for valentine's day (pretend it exists for the period characters)
⊰ count vronsky ⊱
Once I returned from the modiste's and stepped through the doors of the estate, I noticed something odd. No staff came to meet me as I entered, nor was there sign of anyone. I called their names whilst walking to find anyone at all in the house, pausing at a very noticeable clue. It was another oddity: red and pink rose petals littered delicately over the marble floors.
They trailed up the main staircase, beckoning me closer. A smile came to my lips as I tentatively began to follow the petals, up to the second floor and down the hall. I turned the corner towards the double-doors of my husband's and my suite, both of my hands reaching for the handles to open both doors simultaneously.
Inside, more rose petals led to where my husband sat at an armchair with a bouquet of them in one hand.
The beautifully-carved dresser beside his seat displayed an assortment of various boxes tied with pretty ribbons. My brow raised in curiosity as I approached my husband, taking his unoccupied hand into my gloved ones to kiss the back of it appreciatively. Alexei set the bouquet into the crook of my arm, standing to kiss me with his hands gingerly resting along the sides of my bodice.
"How was your trip into town, my love?" He inquired, keeping his hands on me.
"Productive. I'll have a new gown for the Tversky's ball in three day's time." I informed him, then glanced back to the dressers. "I see you've been busy yourself, darling. What's all this?"
He smiled, his touch slowly slipping from my sides to give me a presentation of the surprise. Alexei stood up tall at the opposite corner of the dresser with his arms tucked behind his back, like he was standing in front of his commanding officer. Clearing his throat, my husband began to speak in a very formal tone.
"A project for my beloved wife, a gesture to demonstrate just a small part of my affection for her. Seven gifts for seven years of a blissful life together."
I was touched by his words and smiled, "How kind of you, darling. Though, you... you do remember that our anniversary is in four months? Not today?"
He bowed his head slightly, "Yes, my love, I remember when we were married. It's St. Valentine's day, it's becoming quite a popular holiday."
"Oh? And what is this holiday for?" I inquired, clasping my hands behind my back.
"Celebrating love, of course." He answered, then set himself at ease. "Really, it was just an excuse to do something to bring a smile to your face."
My smile broadened and I threw my arms around him in a tight embrace, raising my head to press an appreciative kiss to his lips. Alexei chuckled at my enthusiasm, letting me have a moment before redirecting my attention to the gifts laid out over the dresser. He insisted on my opening them right there before him, holding the bouquet for me so my hands would be free.
I took the first box, tugged the ribbon loose, and slipped the rectangular cover off. A beautiful set of satin gloves rested on a bed of sapphire-colored velvet. I admired the delicate lace trim that would rest right above my elbows, lace that matched the trim on the gown I only just had fitted and designed for me.
My brows furrowed and looked up to Alexei at the realization.
"Did you...? These match my gown." I stated in confusion.
He grinned proudly, "Yes, I made a visit to your modiste and requested gloves to match your gown. She knows your taste very well."
I disbelievingly shook my head, "You surprise me, Alexei. I'm very lucky to have you for a husband."
"I'm fortunate to have you for a wife." He mirrored, then gestured to the next box. "Continue, if you please."
I paused, "I should have something pleasant arranged for you, this is too much."
Alexei set a hand on my cheek, "It's pleasant for me just to wake up beside you, anything more is bliss. You needn't do anything for me."
My brows raised, "And if I want to?"
He chuckled, "Put all of these things on for me after you open them. Then allow me to take you to the opera this evening."
"Alexei, really!" I fussed, slightly frustrated that he wouldn't let me do something for him in return.
"Really." He insisted. "I want nothing, only you."
⊰ dave lizewski ⊱
"I, um, brought you something. Happy Valentine's day, babe." Dave shyly smiled in my doorway with his hands full.
My brows raised as I looked at what he was carrying, seeing the prettiest red and white roses wrapped in shiny pink plastic tucked through one of his arms. Under the other arm was a big heart-shaped box of chocolates with a satin ribbon tied around it. Then, of course, a heart-shaped card was pinched between his fingers. His face was turning pink and I could see the worry in his brows as seconds passed while I didn't respond.
I was too speechless. He was a perfect boyfriend.
"Dave... this is so sweet, you didn't have to do any of this." I awwed over him, reaching to help lighten the load of his arms.
He stepped inside and let me take the flowers, "'Course I did, it's Valentine's day. Wouldn't be right if I didn't."
I took everything out of his arms and set them down on a nearby table, wanting Dave's hands to be free for how I planned to thank him.
Before he could tell what was going on, I spun back around and caught the sides of his face in my hands. My lips pressed to his fervently and I felt his stifled surprise against them. He wrapped his arms around me, groaning when I started to mess with his hair. Dave mumbled something against my lips, having to push me away to tell me that he needed to breathe.
"Th-thanks, babe. I... didn't expect all that." He laughed, his eyes sparkling and cheeks red. "You should look at the card. I made it myself, I had to go to the craft store to get supplies and everything. I know how to use a hot glue gun now."
"Dave!" I exclaimed, immediately pivoting back around to see his work.
He stood in place, playing with his sleeves and pursing his lips and scratching his head every so often while my eyes took in every detail of the card. The scalloped edges of the deep red paper heart and the lace-trimmed white heart in the center. His handwriting so much neater than the chicken-scratch it usually was. Touches of gold glitter decorated the outer edges. Tiny red ribbons tied into bows on each side of the top of the heart.
"Honey, it's beautiful." I remarked breathlessly, my fingertips tracing over the lace details. "Can I read it out loud? Or should I read it later?"
"Whatever you want." He shrugged bashfully, then chuckled. "Just let me breathe this time when you thank me."
I gave him a narrow-eyed look as I smiled at him, then glanced back down at the card. Taking a deep breath, I started to read Dave's words back to him.
"'Baby,
'I hope you have an amazing Valentine's day and I got you a few things just to make it a little better. Thank you for being a perfect girlfriend and for sticking with me even though I'm not perfect. Everything you do makes me happy: from the way you laugh, to how bright your smile is, to the way you lay your head on my shoulder when we watch movies. I hope I make you at least half as happy as I am when I'm with you.
'I love you, Dave'."
My heart was melting and my words vanished again. How on earth did I get to be so lucky with him? Never did I think that these kinds of moments happened in real life; I thought they were just cliche things that happened in movies. My sweet boyfriend, of course, had to prove me wrong and make me fall in love with him all over again.
I smiled at him as I set the card aside and tried not to get too visibly emotional. But I could feel a flutter in my heart and a tiny teariness in my eyes. Stepping closer, I wrapped my arms around him tightly and set my head against his chest.
"Thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me." I breathed into his shirt.
Dave kissed the top of my head, "I have an idea. You were the one that broke into my locker to leave a teddy bear with a sweet note in there and tied a bunch of heart-shaped balloons to my car, right?"
I laughed and raised my head to look into his pretty blue eyes, "Couldn't have you feeling left out. I figured you would do something to celebrate even though we agreed not to do presents."
"You're a mind-reader, baby. Two steps ahead of me." He smiled, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
I narrowed my eyes at him again, "C'mon, Lizewski, you can do better than that."
"What?" He blinked clueless.
My hand reached up for the collar of his shirt and I yanked him down to be face-to-face with me. The fingers of my other hand combed through his hair and I pressed my lips over his. This time, though, I was more delicate than before, just to let Dave take the lead.
I loved watching and feeling him become more confident around me, so I did what I could to encourage more out of him. Not that the sincere sweetness he already expressed so openly wasn't enough, I just wanted to see Dave more self-assured. Maybe the teddy bear and balloons would help a little. Letting him lead and giving him encouragement definitely got him there.
Dave had already grown comfortable enough to let his hands wander up just under my chest. His eyes still checked for permission, though, when he moved to catch his breath. I smiled, guiding his hands up higher. He leaned in to kiss me again, this time experimenting with nipping at my lower lip and guiding his knee between my thighs.
My brows raised as I smiled up at him - he was definitely learning.
⊰ friedrich harding ⊱
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned, glancing to see no one there but a moving figure. Pivoting around, I saw my husband childishly laughing at my confusion and the success of his harmless trick. Feigning offense, I gave him an unimpressed look and crossed my arms with a pouted sigh.
He apologized for the trick as his laughter died down, bringing an arm out from behind his back to present a real surprise: the prettiest bunch of crimson red carnations, wrapped in a laced white paper and a red satin ribbon.
My facade of frustration dissipated instantly, "Oh, they're beautiful, Friedrich."
"Just like you, schatzi (darling)." He answered smoothly, handing the flowers to me.
I took them, bringing my head down to smell the mild, sweet scent of the carnations. A smile replaced the frown that had been on my face while I gingerly traced my fingertips over the soft petals. My husband took my free hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a firm kiss to my knuckles. The gesture made my attention turn from the flowers to him, wondering what his intentions were.
There was a particular hunch I had in mind, but I preferred to ask him and hear Friedrich's words first.
"Is this a spontaneous surprise or does my husband want something from me?" I inquired, tilting my head sideways and looking right into his eyes.
He chuckled and pet my hand, "Must there be an occasion? May I not just admire my wife? Bring her something to see her bright smile grace my gaze?"
"When you speak like that, I can't believe you. What is it, Friedrich?" I implored.
He took in a breath as he considered answering me directly, then brought our hands lower, "May I show you the rest of the surprises? Just in appreciation of my wife?"
"More surprises? Friedrich, this must be a very big request."
My husband sighed, "I underestimated you, schatzi, I thought I would be able to present you with more gifts before telling you what all of this is about. Your mind is sharper than a diamond, you've already figured that something is afoot."
"Mm, well, I suppose you might as well show me. But my interest is piqued." I agreed cordially, giving a light squeeze to his hand.
Friedrich smiled at my complicity and took the bouquet out of my hands to set it on a nearby table. He insisted I remained standing just where I was, keeping my back to him. Listening to his footsteps, I heard my husband step to a room down the hall... perhaps the study where he kept his maps, then the footsteps grow nearer.
There were a few soft thumps sounded as he set various things on the floor behind me. Then, he stepped right up behind my back.
"Close your eyes and hold your hands out." He instructed me.
I followed along, wondering what on earth he was doing. Something cold coiled over my cupped palms as Friedrich set it slowly into my hands. It was something hard. Something relatively sharp, as my lace gloves lightly caught at parts of it. From the smooth feel between the rougher parts, I drew the conclusion that it had to be a piece of jewelry.
"What do you think it is?" Friedrich asked against my ear.
"Jewelry."
"What specifically? What stone?"
"My love, I couldn't possibly tell what stone thi- "
"Just guess, please." He insisted.
With a huff, I took a shot in the dark: "A necklace. Made of amethyst."
"You may open your eyes."
My gaze instantly dropped down to my outstretched hands once I opened my eyes again. I was right in guessing that it was a necklace. One with beautiful marquise-cut pink stones that sparkled like stars in the night sky or sunlit sea waves. My brows raised at such a piece of finery and I held it back to Friedrich, not daring to turn around before he said I could so I didn't spoil his surprises.
"Please put it on for me, Friedrich, it's truly fit for a queen." I requested.
His hands grazed mine as he took the necklace from me, unclasping the back and draping it delicately around my neck. The cool stone and metal were contrasted against the warm touch of his fingers trailing along my neck in phantom touches. Gooseflesh broke out across my skin.
"Thank you." I breathed out.
"Of course, schatzi. And the stones are pink sapphires, some of the rarest in the world." He informed me. "Stay turned around, there are two more surprises before the big one."
"You spoil me, Friedrich."
"Not at all." He tsked, reaching down for the next item.
I closed my eyes once more and kept my hands held out, waiting for his directions. This time, something larger yet lighter was balanced over my hands. Friedrich gave me the same instructions, and I asked if I could open the box in my hands to feel what was inside. He allowed it, helping me with the task so I wouldn't drop anything. My hands pushed side crinkling tissue paper, then felt some kind of fabric inside. Hard boning along the top, soft tulle in a short layer below, and lacing along the back. Warmth flooded my cheeks.
"Is this something for the boudoir?" I guessed.
"Very good, schatzi." Friedrich commended me, a hand massaging my shoulder. "You may look."
It was an interesting and beautiful piece that I felt unfit to wear. The top part was a pale pink corset with fairy wing-like sleeves that would daintily rest over my upper arms. In a matching shade of pink, thin layers of tulle created a skirt below. It was much more revealing than my ordinary clothes, yet still left just enough covered to entice my husband. I wanted to try it on in the evening after a bath perfumed with rose oil and having my hair curled into perfect ringlets.
"Do you like it?" He asked, his hand trailing from my shoulder down my arm and helping me hold up the box.
"It's lovely, darling. I shall wear this on special nights." I purred, running a thumb along a part of the boning.
"Would you wear such things every night if you had an entire wardrobe of them?"
I laughed in amusement, "Perhaps I would."
He kissed the side of my neck, "I'll keep that in mind, I'll have to get you more."
Taking everything of his boudoir surprise out of my hands and setting it aside, he told me to clothes my eyes just one last time. I took in a breath and followed along, wondering what this next gift would be. So far, the pattern had been very luxurious items I could wear. Perhaps the next thing would be a new hat, or gloves, or a fur coat for winter.
My train of thought was redirected to the third suspicion I had when I felt something fluffy get set in my hands. Yet, it was the lightest-weight object so far. It couldn't be an entire coat. I tried holding it with one hand and feeling around it with the other.
The object was very soft, folding in wherever I grasped or prodded at it. A round part was at the top, with two flatter and round parts at its upper sides. Then there was a bottom section, more rectangular but with rounder edges. Four protrusions like limbs at the top and bottom of the lower half. Then, a little ball of fluff on the backside.
I pursed my lips, "Is it a toy of some sort?"
"Mm, yes... but what is it?" He prodded further.
"The tail feels like a rabbit's, but the ears are much too short. A dog with a cropped tail?"
"No, schatzi. But you may look now."
My eyes blinked open and I saw a soft white bear in my hands with the insides of its ears in a rosy shade of pink. A small bow was tied around its neck in the same color. I brushed my thumbs over its ears and held it by its arms, admiring the adorable face stitched on the front of the head. Now that there weren't any other gifts Friedrich was hiding from me, I turned to face him and embrace him.
My head rested over his chest as he held me closely, his hands resting at the last few buttons on the back of my dress.
"Thank you, Friedrich, for thinking of me. I want for nothing, yet you always find a way to spoil me with the most marvelous things." I spoke, just loud enough for him to hear.
"It is the very least I can do, for you bring me so much happiness. I feel spoilt by your love." He confessed, one of his hands catching my chin and tilting my head up. "Especially with the news all of this was about."
"News?" I echoed.
"Did you notice a theme with the gifts, schatzi?" He hinted.
"They were all very different with their... utilities. But I suppose... they were all very pretty. And pink." I remarked, thinking aloud.
"Yes, they were all pink. Care to guess why?"
I shook my head, "You like the color on me?"
"I like everything on you, and off of you." He quipped. "But no."
"What is it, Friedrich? You've made me wait long enough, please."
He smiled, his fingertip tracing the line of my nose then the curve of my lips in admiration, "I stopped by the doctor's office on my way home. I have been for a few days now, ever since you were seen by him."
"Friedrich..." I trailed off, slowly starting to understand but not wanting to jump to a conclusion yet.
"Yes, my love, he says you're with child. A daughter, according to some of his early testing. Though he warned me that there can't be certainty until the birth."
I laughed in disbelief and felt an overwhelming wave of strong, mixing emotions percolating within me. My arms tightened around him as I tucked my head into his chest, smiling so broadly that my cheeks hurt. Friedrich had a similarly emotional laugh at my reaction, petting over my head and congratulating me.
He kissed the crown of my head and coaxed me to look up at him again.
"We'll have our own little family soon and you've made me even more happy than before. I had to surprise you." Friedrich finally explained his entire motive. "And I will take greater care of you in your delicate condition."
I feigned a frown again.
"What's the matter?" He questioned, concerned at my sudden change in mood.
"It'll be a while before I'll be able to wear that pretty boudoir dress. Or any others for you." I pointed out.
He snorted, "I can have loose ones made for you, if you wish. And if you do not, it can wait. Nothing is more important than your health."
Satisfied with his response, I smiled at him again and leaned in to kiss his cheek, "I love you, darling."
"I love you more, schatzi. More than you could imagine." He sighed sentimentally, cradling the side of my face in his hand.
⊰ pietro maximoff ⊱
A flurry of kisses were smattered all over my cheeks, forehead, chin, nose, and lips. It was a pleasant way to wake up - I immediately started to smile as my eyes gently opened to the daylight. And to Pietro leaning over me, a playful glimmer in his eyes. He greeted me and laid his head on top of my chest, smiling up at me.
"Good morning, milaczka (sweetheart)." He hummed, pulling his arms around me.
"Morning." I mumbled. "Your head feels like a bowling ball on me right now."
He raised his head, feigning full offense, "That's what you tell me? First thing in the morning? On this day? Milaczka, you hurt me."
I rubbed my eyes and yawned, "What d'you mean?"
"It's Valentine's day. SHIELD people told me about this holiday - a day to celebrate love. I made a plan for you, and you call me a bowling ball."
"Honey, I didn't mean it like that." I chuckled, combing my fingers through his hair. "Would it make you feel better if I said you were acting like a cat wanting attention first thing in the morning?"
"Yes, cats are cute. Bowling balls are just heavy."
"Okay, you're acting like a cat then. And happy Valentine's day to you too, Pietro." I smiled, bringing my head up to kiss him.
"Thank you." He batted his eyes exaggeratedly. "We should go downstairs. To the kitchen."
"Oh? Is something down there waiting for us?" I raised my eyebrows.
"I don't know, we have to go see." Pietro insisted, slipping out of bed and pulling me along with him.
After an excitable stumble down the stairs, Pietro stood behind me with his arms circled around my middle and guided me over to whatever he had waiting for me. My eyes grew wider and wider as the air was stolen from my lungs. I hadn't anticipated anything from him. Even if I had expected something, it wouldn't have been anything like this.
The kitchen was like a garden from floor to ceiling. So many ruby red roses, too many to count. And heart-shaped balloons. It was beautiful and smelled heavenly.
My hands came up to my agape mouth, "Pietro... this is unbelievable."
He kissed the side of my neck, "You like it?"
I turned to look at him, "Yes, I just... where did you get so many roses and what are we going to do with them?"
"From where? Don't worry about it, milaczka." He winked. "I can move them anywhere you like, my abilities make it very easy for me. Whatever you like."
I walked further into the room, just to investigate how this could be a real sight before my eyes and not a dream. My fingertips felt over the soft petals as my smile widened, looking up to the highest row of flowers just under the ceiling. How he possibly could've done all this was beyond my imagination. Pietro quietly got the coffee machine going, letting me wander through the wondrous scene he set up.
My nose was raised up in the air to take in the sweet fragrance the roses gently clouded the room with. I turned back and walked to Pietro. This time, I was the one wrapping my arms around his sturdy form and resting my head along his back.
He made a noise of pleased surprise and I felt like my heart was swelling warmly as I leaned against him. Breaking apart my hold, Pietro spun around to face me and set his hands on my shoulders as he looked down at me in admiration. He handed me a steaming cup of coffee and cradled the side of my face when I freed his hand.
"This is not all, milaczka." Pietro informed me quietly, as though telling me a secret.
I tilted my head further into his hand, "What else could there possibly be? A horse-drawn carriage made from an enchanted pumpkin?"
He laughed, "No, not exactly. Stay right here and face the roses, I will tell you when to turn."
I covered my eyes and turned away, making it very clear to Pietro that I wasn't peeking. He stepped away, down the hall and into a further off room from the sounds of it. My mind started to consider what this next surprise could be, though I couldn't come up with any ideas on the spot; Pietro was good at keeping me on my toes. I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, almost swaying from my rising anticipation as my hands stayed up to cover my eyes.
The sound of his footsteps coming back made me more alert to everything. I was trying to pick up on anything that could give me even the slightest hint towards what the surprise was. There was only one noise: a quiet tinkling of metal for a split second. Then Pietro started to speak from behind my back, drawing my attention to his voice over anything else I could've heard.
"I wanted to make sure you could never be lonely when I'm gone for my work and have something to remind you of me, or this moment at least." He began.
"Okay..." I replied, waiting for an actual explanation.
"Keep your hands over your eyes, milaczka, but turn to face me. I will bring the surprise to you." Pietro instructed.
With no gaps to peek through my fingers with, I carefully pivoted around towards the sound of his voice and waited. He stood just in front of me and shifted, holding his hand over both my eyes while encouraging me to feel for my present in his other arm. I blindly reached my hands out into the space in front of me until I felt something. A solid form but very soft to the touch. Fur glided smoothly under my hand and I gently touched the animal's pointed ears, then its snout. Pietro brought a dog.
"Oh my- Did you really get me a puppy for Valentine's day?" I asked in disbelief, his hand still covering my eyes.
He lifted his hand away to let me see the answer myself, using both his arms to hold it more stable. I couldn't help smiling and leaning down towards it, petting over its head then scratching behind its ears. It was a Doberman puppy with silky black fur and a red collar around its neck. The dog sniffed my hand and prodded its snout under my hand, signaling that it wanted to be pet.
"This is... such a big surprise, Pietro." I remarked, still petting the dog but glancing up to his face.
"I know. It's a good test - can we take care of a dog together?" He offered. "And he will keep you company when I'm gone. When I'm home, we will drain each other's energy."
I gave him a scrutinizing look, "A test? For what?"
"You know, the future." Pietro answered vaguely.
"You wanted to get a dog as a test? To see if we can have a future together?"
He shrugged as his cheeks turned pink, "Ehh... well, more or less. Something like that."
I smiled broadly, "Good. Because I want to have a future with you. And I'm glad we have another member of the family with us now."
Pietro looked relieved at my positive reaction and leaned over to kiss my forehead before giving me a reminder, or maybe a distraction from his bashfulness: "You need to name your new dog, milaczka."
⊰ tangerine ⊱
A note greeted me at the bedside table instead of my husband. His handwriting was scrawled over it, though I couldn't read it with my drowsy vision. I rubbed my eyes and reached for the note, slowly waking up as I skimmed over the lines of his writing. The words weren't quite sinking in until I saw him write something about dinner at seven. That was when my brain clicked on, looking back to the top of the note to actually read what he'd written.
It was a full day of plans for me, all leading up to the dinner with him. The first thing on the list was a nail appointment at eleven-thirty. A massage was arranged to be right after. That was followed by a two o'clock lunch reservation at my favorite posh cafe in the city. Then, a hair appointment at my regular salon and a dress fitting right after. All of that led up to dinner, where I'd finally see Tangerine. I appreciated his thoughtfulness in organizing all of this for me.
I slipped out of bed with an easy smile and wrapped a silky robe around my form, walking down the stairs to find another note from my husband in the kitchen. An elegant vase was filled with long-stemmed red roses beside it. This note wished me a bright start to the day, offering a few things that could help with that endeavor. Specifically, informing me that my favorite pastries were in the fridge along with a bottle of fresh orange juice and Moet to make mimosas out of.
Already I wanted to show some appreciation to Tangerine, way before our dinner arrangement. I sent him a few pictures of the surprises I found, thanking him profusely. Then I had my breakfast, cleaned myself up for the day, sent him a picture of what was waiting for him underneath whatever dress I'd be in for dinner, and had the driver take me to the nail salon. He saw the messages and my heart leapt. Though, all he did was warn me not to send him any other pictures.
I was driven to each of the other appointments that my husband arranged for me. They kept me occupied, yet still relaxed, through the day. Every stop along the way made me feel even better - I was being pampered and dolled up little by little. With red silk draped perfectly along the curves of my body at the last stop of the day, I was off to dinner. Finally, I would see my generous husband.
A hostess led me through the upscale restaurant, back to a private dining room. She pulled open the sliding door of the room to reveal my sharply-dressed husband already sitting and waiting for me. He raised his head with a glass of a double Scotch in his hand. A lopsided smile came over his face when he saw me, standing up to help bring me to my seat at the table.
He took my hand chivalrously, guiding me over and kissing the back of it. His pretty blue eyes roaming across me, from my red-bottoms all the way up to my eyes.
"You look lovely, darling." My husband remarked as he sat down across from me.
I reached out to set my hand over his, "All thanks to you. You put together a very nice schedule for me, thank you."
"Glad you enjoyed it, I wanted you to know I was thinkin' of you. Wanted to do something nice for ya after being gone almost all of last month." He explained, a certain kind of guilt weighing at his tone until he cleared his throat and smiled. "Was everything up to your expectations?"
"Yes, my love, everything was perfect." I reassured him. "And I know your work keeps you busy, I don't blame you for that. I'm happy you're back home now."
"I'm takin' a break for a while. This last job will cover us for a long, long time and all I wanna do is lay around like a fuckin' bum at home with you right there beside me."
I squeezed his hand, "Sounds wonderful."
My husband shifted around the booth, inching his way along the booth's curved bench to sit at my side and lay his hands delicately over the lower half of my face before kissing me. I leaned into his hold and felt my head turn light, something like spinning or floating as my eyes closed. He let his hands slip to my shoulders, along the lines of my arms, and settle along my midsection.
It felt like we were both finally breathing fresh air after being trapped inside for ages; we had been just getting through for the last while, and only now we got what we had been wanting for all that time. He only pulled away when the server came into our private room, taking orders efficiently and leaving us alone again. I rested my head over his shoulder, circling my arms familiarly around him. This felt just right.
Tangerine smoothed a hand along the top and back of my head, holding me in place to curl up to him. His nose pressed to the top of my head as he planted a kiss there.
"Is it bad that I wanna take you home right fuckin' now?" He mumbled.
I chuckled, my eyes shut restfully, "No, I think that's only natural. It's the second day you've been back and you disappeared on me this morning. Besides, I'm partially to blame for that."
He sighed, "What do you want to do, love?"
"One course and we're going home."
He took in a measured breath and nodded, "That's reasonable. I'll try to keep my hands off you for now."
I glanced up to his face, seeing his eyes focused solely on me and a certain hunger in his expression. A mischievous smile formed over my lips and I set a hand over his lap, bringing my head up to brush his nose with mine. He was already struggling to keep it together - and I loved when he was in this kind of state - so, what else could I do besides try to taunt him further?
⊰ tom ryder ⊱
"Tom, this is crazy! I can't see where I'm going or what I'm doing, this can't be safe." I protested as the silk eye mask rested over my face.
"It's fine, baby, I got everything set up. No one's gonna bother us." He promised, his hands on my shoulders.
Tom was guiding my direction as I walked blindly through the airport's private flight gate. I brought up the idea of a Valentine's day vacation, he decided to set up a big surprise for me. We both got what we wanted, though I didn't think it would entail me wandering around in public looking like I was sleepwalking. He just didn't want me to read any of the signs that would tell me exactly which destination we were headed towards.
I only had to sit in the lounge, blind to the world around me, for a few minutes before the crew announced that we could board. Tom walked me through, letting them check my ID and face once we were past the sign labeling where our plane was headed. He kept an arm along the curve of my back to guide me all the way down to the comfortable bench seats in the plane.
"Where do you think we're going, babe?" Tom eagerly questioned, a glimmer in his eyes.
"You didn't even let me pack my own clothes, I don't know!" I pointed out.
Tom chuckled and sat back, pleased with himself, "Yeah, I had your friend come over and pack the clothes you'd wear for what we're doing. And you can always go shopping for anything else you need."
My brows raised and I scratched the hair at the back of his head fondly, "That was really smart of you, honey. Thank you."
"Thought you'd appreciate it." Tom grinned. "But really, where would you guess we're going?"
"Can I get a hint?"
He hummed in consideration, leaning back into the light scratches of my nails against his scalp, "Mm, sure... we're going somewhere, uh... associated with love."
"That could be so many places, Tom!" I whined, trying to goad him into telling me.
"I'll tell you if you're right, you get three guesses. But then you're outta luck, baby, you'll just have to find out where we are when we get there."
I let my hand slip, down along his shoulder and arm until my fingers entwined with his. My head rested over his shoulder as I pursed my lips thoughtfully. Places associated with love. Places Tom, specifically, would associate with love. Places he would want to take me to. There seemed to be a few very probable answers, so I started with one of those options.
"Would it be too obvious if I guessed the city of love? Paris?"
Tom chuckled, "It crossed my mind but I thought it was too cliche."
"So, no?"
"No, we're not going to Paris."
"Maybe somewhere with a beach? Tahiti or Hawaii or something?"
"No, I thought about that too. I wanted to surprise you and make it hard for you to guess, so I tried to come up with something that wasn't obvious."
I grumbled, "That's not fair, honey, how am I supposed to figure it out if you specifically tried to make it hard for me?"
He chuckled at my pouting and kissed my temple, "You've got one more guess, c'mon."
Thinking a little harder on the matter, I tried to connect the dots and figure it out. It wasn't really driving me crazy that I didn't know where we were headed, I just wanted to mentally prepare myself and get excited about it. But Tom was having too much fun keeping his surprise from me.
No beaches. Not Paris. Somewhere not super obvious. But still associated with love. I was struggling to come up with any other ideas on the spot. He saw the struggle on my face and chuckled, squeezing me in closer to him in encouragement. Tom waited patiently for my final guess.
"I don't know, Kenya? I've only got random guesses now." I answered, looking up at him pleadingly.
"No, guess you'll have to wait until we land." He teased me, brushing my nose with his finger.
Hours passed in the plane. Tom held me under his arm with my head still on his shoulder. He slowly drifted off and fell asleep. It was quiet enough that I went in and out of being asleep or not, comfortable in Tom's hold. I didn't know how much time passed until I heard the pilot's voice over the intercom, informing us that we were set to land in half an hour.
That news roused me enough to twist around towards a window, trying to look down at the setting below and figure out what country we were flying over. My movement woke up Tom and he groaned, wiping at his eyes before he asked me what was going on. I repeated the pilot's message in a quieter tone by his ear. Followed by one last effort to get him to tell me where we were headed, now that we were about to land.
He chuckled drowsily, "I guess you've been waiting for long enough to find out."
I perked up beside him, his eyes widening at my sudden change of behavior, "You'll actually tell me now?"
"Yeah, baby, relax..." He laughed, pulling himself up to sit taller. "We're spending the next two weeks in a private villa, in... "
"In?" I raised my brows, anticipation mounting.
"You know that place from Romeo and Juliet?" Tom led me in again.
I groaned, "Just tell me, honey, you're killing me..."
"I am, I am, baby, just chill." He laughed at my frustration. "We're staying in Verona. In Italy. Got a bunch of romantic shit planned, it's gonna be fuckin' amazing. What d'you think, babe?"
I smiled, genuinely surprised that Tom would come up with something like this, "I think you're a wonderful fiancé and I don't care exactly what we do, I'm just happy to spend all this time together. Just you and me."
Tom urged me up onto his lap and rewarded me with a kiss, "We've still got like twenty minutes left of being in the air, wanna revisit the mile-high club before we land?"
I rolled my eyes, tangling my fingers through his hair, "You're incorrigible, Tom."
"Is that a yes, baby?" He angled, his hands slipping under the hem of my shirt.
I sighed, pretending to struggle over the decision, "Fine. You've got ten minutes before the plane actually starts descending."
Tom grinned victoriously, shifting to unlatch his belt from underneath me.
⊰ sergei kravinoff ⊱
Warmth engulfed me as I slowly woke up. I could tell the sun was rising from the soft daylight overhead as my eyes opened just barely. My husband slept with his form protectively wrapped around me, my head at level with his chest. The worried lines of his face were soothed, completely relaxed as he took slow, deep breaths in his sleep.
I shifted slightly to get more comfortable and to have a better look at his face. But the slightest movement roused Sergei, the eased rhythm of his breathing pausing and his eyes opening quickly. They glanced over me, scanning to see if anything was the matter before he settled again. He raised a hand to cradle the side of my face.
"Good morning." Sergei greeted me with a smile.
"Morning." I hummed, turning my face to kiss his hand. "You're sleeping in late today."
"Well, not quite." He started. "I woke up earlier to set something up for you and came back to sleep."
"For me?" I blinked, smiling at the surprise. "What for?"
"I know it's hard to keep track of time here, angel, but it's Valentine's day."
"It is? Sergei, you didn't h- "
"Yes, I did have to." He shushed me, kissing the top of my head. "You can see it all whenever you feel like getting up. But I'm kind of hoping to stay just like this with you for a little while."
"Then we'll stay like this for a little while." I concluded, shifting to rest over his body with my legs straddling his middle. "I should thank you for the surprise."
"You don't even know what it is!" He laughed.
"It doesn't matter what it is." I insisted. "You thought of me and did something nice for me. I want to reward my amazing husband."
My fingers combed through his hair loosely and I rested my free hand over his chest. He seemed interested. Sergei's brows raised and circled his arms over the low curve of my back, waiting to see what I'd do. I pressed a slow kiss to his lips, enjoying the way his eyes stayed closed for a few seconds after I pulled away.
Then I trailed down to the side of his neck, smiling against his warm skin when he hummed approvingly at the feeling. Catching on to where I was going, Sergei slipped his hands lower to let his palms rest over the swell of my rear. He was encouraging me, but let me continue at my own pace and only smiled up at me. I combed my fingers through his hair and kissed down his neck, starting to grind over his lap.
"First thing in the morning? This is a reward..." Sergei purred, shifting beneath me to try getting just a little more friction.
"You deserve it." I said softly into his ear, kissing his temple. "What do you want first, baby?"
His hands gripped the backs of my thighs firmly, "For you to switch places with me so I can taste you."
Would you write smut for dave lizewski? i love whimpering men <3
god i’d be honored.
warning: 18+, mdni, cursing, sex in cosplay, semi-public sex, hand-job
could be read as a continuation to this!
New York City Comic Con finally rolled around, and dave convinced you to join him.
well, convinced was the wrong word, you were incredibly willing. however, what dave didn’t realize is that you’d be dressing up.
the two of you had talked about cosplaying before, how neither of you were really opposed to it but also had never dipped your toes into it.
so when you showed up to meet him for the con dressed as poison ivy? it was a little hard for him to focus (pun definitely intended).
while you walked through the convention, stopping at booths and taking pictures with people, dave noticed the stares you were getting from other guys. it made his stomach turn. he tugged your hand into his, holding it tightly.
you noticed the switch in demeanor and looked up at him, concerned. “You okay?”
dave simply nodded his head, but began walking with a purpose, tugging you along with him. he found an open family bathroom, pulling you in and closing the door behind you.
he immediately let out a breath, grabbing your hands and pleading to you. “I’m so sorry. I just can’t stand those guys looking at you like that. The thought that they’re thinking the same thing I am,” he rambled, shaking his head and closing his eyes in embarrassment.
you pulled one of your hands free to lift his head towards you. “Hey. It’s okay. They can look all they want, you’re the only one who gets to touch. Yeah?” you said in a soft, comforting manner.
dave nodded at that, but perked up at the word “touch.” he cleared his throat, hands moving to hover just over your breasts. “…Can I?”
you smiled, nodding your head. he didn’t hesitate a second more, gladly taking both breasts into his hands with a content sigh. like he had been waiting for this.
he moved, then, to slip one side of the bodysuit down so he could latch his mouth onto your nipple. he whined against your skin like it was fulfilling a life long dream.
by this point, he was undeniably hard in his pants.
you slid a hand down, cupping him through his pants as he continued his work on your chest.
“All this just from touching me?” you asked with a grin, which earned you a nod and another whine.
you took the time to unbutton and unzip dave’s pants, moving your hand to palm him through his boxers. “Such a good boy,” you whispered into his ear.
dave pulled away from your breast, a small line of spit still connecting it to his lips. he rested his forehead against your shoulder, breathy moans falling from his lips as your hand moved. “Please…fuck, please, baby-“ he whimpered out, one hand moving to grab your waist.
“Please what? What do you need?” You asked, although already knowing the answer.
dave whined again at that, almost embarrassed to say it out loud. “Please touch me properly.”
without another word, you pulled dave out of his boxers and immediately started moving your hand up and down. he let out a full moan, hiding his face in the crevice of your neck.
“Shit- I’m- Baby I’m not gonna l-last-“ he struggled out, hips already stuttering with the restraint of holding back his orgasm.
“It’s okay. I’m right here,” you assured him, hand on his length never faltering.
within seconds your boyfriend was a whimpering, whining mess against your shoulder. hips thrusting into your hand as he chased his pleasure.
before you knew it, ropes of white hot cum were covering your costume.
as dave recovered from his post-nut daze, he realized what he had done. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-“
“Dave it’s fine, this was like $20 on Amazon. Just give me your jacket,” you giggled, moving to the sink to wash your hands.
he stood in awe, watching you with hearts in his eyes. you were the perfect person.
a/n: this is my second time ever writing smut so cut me some slack 😮💨
Dave Lizewski confesses to you under the influence of lots and lots of alcohol. Did I mention you don’t know his name?
smau ╱ popular!reader implied i love popular x nerd trope until i die ╱ dave is horrifically desperate ╱ like he REALLY wants you ╱ underage alcohol consumption
— this is v ooc + also my first tumblr post pls be nice but constructive critiscm is always welcome 😛 ALSO I DONF KNOW WHY THAT ONE PHOTO IS SLIGHTLT BIGGER THAN THE REST ITS IRKING ME but whatever AND here’s an extra of morning after
This is my first time requesting so I'm a little nervous!
Could you maybe write for Dave with a partner that has insomnia and really struggles with sleeping?
For example he would sometimes wake up at like 4 am and just see her on her phone wide awake?
Thank you if you decide to write this! Also please don't push yourself and take care! :)
Until You Sleep
Dave Lizewski x f!reader
Summary: When he entered, the steaming cup in his hand, you looked up at him, surprised. “Dave, you didn’t have to...” “I did, actually,” he interrupted with a soft smile. “Here. There’s nothing better than lavender tea to help you relax. Trust me, I researched everything about this.”
Warnings: none!
A/N: dear, i really hope you like this <333 it was a really cute request to write, please also take care
Dave had noticed you. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been paying attention before, but in the past few weeks, something felt different. You had been quieter, your eyes a little glazed, as if they were constantly tired. There were faint, but persistent dark circles that he had noticed while you bent over your college books or during the rare mornings when he woke up before you. It was as if insomnia had stolen some of the sparkle he loved so much about you, and that worried him more than he could express.
That night, Dave woke up suddenly. He wasn’t even sure what had woken him, but he instinctively turned to your side of the bed. You were there, still lying down, but something was wrong. Your silhouette, lit only by the faint blue light from your phone, was still, except for the soft movement of your fingers on the screen.
He blinked a few times, his messy dark curls falling over his forehead as he propped himself up on an elbow to get a better look. The first thing he noticed was the loose shirt you were wearing – one of his, navy blue, with the sleeves rolled up at your wrists. It was a sight that usually made his heart race with happiness, but now it only made him more aware of the fact that something was wrong.
“Hey,” he called, his voice still rough from sleep, but full of a sweetness he reserved only for you. “You couldn’t sleep, huh?”
You froze for a moment, as if you didn’t want him to know, but then sighed and lowered your phone. “I didn’t want to wake you...” your voice came out low, almost apologetic.
Dave leaned in closer, now lying on his side to face you. His blue eyes, even in the dark, had an intensity that made it seem like he could see much more than just your tired face. He reached out a hand to you, his warm fingers brushing against the cool skin of your arm. The touch was gentle, a silent request for you to look at him.
“You’ve seemed so tired lately. I’m worried,” the sincerity in his voice was enough to make you finally meet his gaze.
He slid his fingers down your arm until he was holding your hand, squeezing it lightly. “I know you’re trying to handle this on your own, but... let me help. I don’t like seeing you like this.”
There was something in his tone – a mix of determination and affection – that was so typically Dave. He wasn’t just awake; he was present. Completely focused on you, as if nothing else in the world mattered at that moment.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling like this?” he asked, his other hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.
You hesitated for a moment, averting your gaze to the phone still in your hand. Dave’s fingers, warm and firm, traced a gentle pattern on your arm, as if he were trying to convey calm through touch. His question echoed in your mind, simple yet full of meaning. He wasn’t just curious; he wanted to understand, wanted to know how he could help.
“I... didn’t want to bother you,” you murmured, finally responding. Your voice sounded fragile, almost a whisper. “You have so much going on with college, with assignments... It didn’t seem fair.”
Dave shook his head almost immediately, his messy curls moving with him. “That’s not how it works, you know? We’re in this together. If you’re not okay, then I’m not okay. That’s what being together means.”
He squeezed your hand a little tighter, leaning in closer. His eyes were soft, but there was determination in them, a quiet strength that made you want to believe every word he said. “You’ll never be alone in this, okay? No matter what.”
A brief, shy smile appeared at the corner of your lips, but you still seemed hesitant. Dave noticed. He always noticed. Without letting go of your hand, he leaned in closer and placed a soft, lingering kiss on your cheek, just below your eye. It was such a simple gesture, but full of affection that made your chest warm.
“Wait for me here,” he said, his voice low, almost a secret shared between you two. “I’ll be right back.”
Before you could ask what he was doing, he got up. Dave was just in sweatpants, the muscles in his back moving smoothly as he walked to the kitchen. You followed his movement, his messy curls and broad shoulders a reminder of how he had changed since high school. He was stronger now, but still the same Dave – kind, caring, always willing to put you first.
In the kitchen, he moved with careful quietness, trying not to make noise. He opened the small cabinet where you kept the teas and scanned the packages. He had bought those flavors specifically for you, after a long night researching about insomnia. The promises of relaxation and calm were printed on the packages in soft fonts, almost as if they were the solution to everything.
“Chamomile... or maybe lavender?” he murmured to himself, holding both packets for a moment before choosing the lavender one.
While the water heated up, Dave rested his hands on the counter and glanced down the hallway, where he could see the faint light from the lamp illuminating the bedroom. He wanted to do more. He wanted to find a way to lift the weight that seemed to have settled on you, even if it was an invisible weight.
When the kettle whistled, he quickly made the tea, adding a small spoon of honey – just the right amount of sweetness. He made sure it was the right temperature before heading back to the bedroom.
You were still lying there, the phone now resting beside you. When he entered, the steaming cup in his hand, you looked up at him, surprised.
“Dave, you didn’t have to...”
“I did, actually,” he interrupted with a soft smile. He sat down beside you on the bed, holding the cup carefully to avoid spilling it. “Here. There’s nothing better than lavender tea to help you relax. Trust me, I researched everything about this.”
You took the cup, your fingers brushing his for a moment. The warmth of the porcelain matched his expression – so warm, so full of affection.
“You really researched it?”
“Of course I did.” He seemed genuinely proud of himself, the smile on his face growing wider. “And you wouldn’t believe how many forums I read about what works to help someone sleep. Seriously, some people even suggest smelling soaps.”
You chuckled softly, the first time in days, and Dave looked at you as if he had just won the biggest prize in the world.
“That’s so silly,” you said, but you were still smiling.
“It might be, but if it works, I’ll do it.” He leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with that intensity so typical of him. “Anything to see you feel better.”
The silence settled back in, but this time it was different. There was no discomfort, only his presence, solid and comforting, like a safe harbor for the storms brewing in your mind.
Dave watched as you held the cup with both hands, blowing gently on the tea before taking a sip. He didn’t take his eyes off you for a second, as if every small movement you made deserved his full attention. It was that kind of thing that made him special – the way he was completely present, even in the simplest moments.
“Is it good?” he asked, his blue eyes fixed on yours.
You nodded, a small smile forming at the corner of your lips. “It’s perfect. Lavender with honey... you really pay attention to everything.”
“Of course I do,” he responded immediately, with a smile that made your heart warm. “I’m your boyfriend. It’s like... my mission to know what makes you feel good.”
The way he said it was so genuine, so full of affection, that you couldn’t help but smile even wider. He seemed satisfied to see it, as if that small gesture was confirmation that he was on the right path.
While you finished making the tea, Dave adjusted himself beside you on the bed, leaning back against the headboard with the pillow folded behind him. He was closer now, and you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, strong and secure.
“You know,” he started, his voice low, as if sharing a secret, “some people say that ambient sounds help with sleep. Like... rain noises, ocean waves... things like that.”
You tilted your head, curious, as you placed the empty cup on the nightstand. “Did you find that in your late-night research?”
“I did,” he admitted, laughing at himself. “I read a bunch of reports. There are even apps for that, you know? I thought about downloading one, but then I started wondering... what would I do if you said you preferred the sound of a waterfall or something impossible to replicate?”
You laughed softly, and he smiled along with you, as if the sound of your laughter was the answer to all his questions. He extended an arm, gently pulling you closer until your head rested on his chest.
“Well,” you began, your voice slightly muffled, the words vibrating against the firm skin of his chest, “I think I don’t need rain or waterfall sounds.”
“Oh, you don’t?” he asked, lowering his gaze to you.
You shook your head, a near-childlike gesture, as you slipped one arm around his waist, snuggling in closer. “I think I prefer listening to your heartbeat. It’s the most relaxing sound I know.”
Dave was silent for a moment, clearly surprised by your response. Then, his smile widened, lighting up his face in a way that made your chest tighten. He tilted his head slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head, while his hand began gently caressing your back.
“You’re unbearably cute, you know that?” he said, his voice almost a whisper.
“You like it,” you replied, with a mischievous smile he didn’t need to see to know it was there.
“I love it,” he corrected, without hesitation. “And I love you. Far more than I can explain.”
Your face was pressed against his chest, and you could hear the steady, constant sound of Dave’s heartbeat. It was a rhythm that brought an almost immediate sense of security, as if the outside world could wait while the two of you remained like this, together.
“It’s beating fast,” you murmured, your voice soft and sleepy, as if it was more of a stray thought than something that needed to be said.
Dave laughed softly, a sound that reverberated through his body and reached you. “It’s your fault, you know?”
“My fault?” You lifted your face just enough to look at him, your brow slightly arched in confusion.
“Of course,” he replied, his blue eyes shining with amusement and something deeper, something more intimate. “You’re here, all cute, wearing my shirt... saying things that make my heart almost jump out of my chest. How do you expect it to stay calm?”
A shy smile appeared on your face, and you looked away, pressing your cheek back against his chest. Before fully resting, you left a delicate kiss there, right where you could feel the accelerated beats. It was such a small gesture, but it carried so much affection that Dave sighed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer, as if wanting to protect you from anything that might disturb you.
“You’re so silly,” he said, but there was a clear smile in his voice. “But, my God, I love this so much.”
You didn’t answer immediately, letting the comfortable silence fill the space between you. It was the kind of silence that didn’t need to be broken because it was full of meaning. The sound of your breaths blended together, and the warmth of his body beside you seemed to dissipate any trace of tension that might still have lingered.
After a few minutes, Dave spoke again, his voice low and soft, as if afraid to break the moment. “I’ll stay awake until you fall asleep.”
“You don’t need to do that,” you replied, your voice slightly muffled against his chest.
“Of course I do,” he said, as if it were obvious. “You’re the most important person in my life. If you can’t sleep, I can’t just ignore that.”
There was a pause, and he took the time to run his fingers through your hair, the movements slow and meticulous. It was a touch you knew he did on purpose because he knew how much it helped relax you.
“Dave...” you began, but your voice faltered slightly.
“Hmm?” He continued with his fingers in your hair, but tilted his head slightly to look at you.
“You make everything feel... easier,” you admitted, your eyes beginning to close as the fatigue finally started to take over. “Even when it feels impossible to sleep... with you, I feel like I can. I love you.”
Dave didn’t answer immediately but left a soft kiss on the top of your head, his warm breath against your hair. “It’s because you don’t have to do anything alone,” he whispered, as if it were a promise. “I’ll always be here, okay? Always.”
The sound of his heartbeat remained steady, and the arms around you were firm and comforting. For the first time in weeks, you felt your eyelids growing heavy for real, and before you could even realize it, sleep finally began to pull you under.
And Dave, as promised, stayed awake, watching you with a soft smile on his lips, as if taking care of you was the only thing in the world that truly mattered.
Hii 🤭 can I request a Dave Lizewski x reader fluffy smut? Maybe something like dave and the reader are studying for a test but he gets distracted or something
omg yes ofc!! I haven't written for dave in a bit but he's still one of my main pookies so YES, YES I WILL ANON. so sorry this took so long btw!!
pairing: dave lizewski x fem!reader
summary: your boyfriend is too distracted during your study session, so you decide to help him out.
word count: 1.5K
tags: dave and reader are in college, protected sex, established relationship, kind of sub dave? a little proofread, minors dni! normal font below!
let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list for further dave lizewski related content!
Dave tutoring you was a regular part of your weekly routine. Not only was he a great boyfriend, but he was also an expert at anything math related. Which came in handy for you, because despite being a major in social studies, your course required you to take a class in statistics. So, with exams coming up, the two of you had been spending more and more time preparing together.
The sound of pens clicking and papers being shuffled around filled the room along with your groans. You were desperately trying to find the formula key you’d written down earlier, that had now conveniently disappeared.
Dave watched you, eyes peeking above his glasses as he bit his bottom lip. He wouldn’t tell you, he was pretty sure you’d gotten even more frustrated, but you looked so cute when you were agitated. Not that he liked having you in that mood, not at all. But it was just— the pout of your soft lips, the scrunch of your cute nose, the little huff you’d make when things didn’t go your way… Boy, he was obsessed with you.
"But I swear I-- are you even listening to me?"
Dave snaps out of his daydreaming when you snap your fingers in front of his face, a blush creeping up his face. "I-I was, I promise!"
You raised an eyebrow. "Sure you were." You leaned back into your chair, crossing your legs. "Aren't you supposed to be helping me? I'm gonna be so mad if I have to retake this course."
He gulps, the last thing he wanted was for you to waste your precious time on doing this all again. Especially because that meant you'd have less time for him as well.
"I know, I'm sorry, it's just... I'm so--"
"Distracted?" you interrupt his stammering. To Dave's surprise, you're no longer looking all that frustrated. Your frown is replaced by a cheeky grin, one he knows all too well.
“N-No, I mean— yeah, a little, but it’s not that I don’t wanna help—“ he starts rambling, his words dying off when he hears you giggle. "Wh--What?"
"You're so cute, Dave," you got up, closing the distance so that you were now standing in between his legs, "but I really can't have you being all distracted while we're supposed to study."
He suddenly felt a lot guiltier about his staring. He promised to help you and here he was gawking at how pretty you were, getting all kinds of thoughts. He felt like a pervert.
"I'm sorry, you're right, I'm just getting in the wa-- what are you doing?"
You took his hands and pulled him off the chair, guiding him over to the bed and giving him a push so he landed with his back flat onto the mattress. He looked a little disheveled, curls all messy and his glasses a little crooked. God, you could just eat him up.
"I can't have you being distracted, so," you took your shirt off in one swift motion, "let's fix that."
He watched you with wide blue eyes, face flushed pink with his mouth hanging open. You were no stranger to taking the upper hand with him, but he hadn't expected your study session to get steamy so quickly.
That's how you ended up on top of him, hips grinding down on him through his boxers and your panties. He swore he was about to cum just from you rubbing yourself over him, it took everything in him not to give into that feeling.
"Is this what you were thinking about, baby?" Your voice is dripping with honey. There's something teasing, almost mocking in it. You were well aware of how horny your boyfriend gets, the dirty thoughts he gets, even from before the two of you were a thing. But he never just admits them, no, he's a sweetheart like that.
He wants to answer, so bad, but with every movement of your hips a whimper spills from his lips, whether he wants it to or not. He's not too sure what to do with his hands, keeping them loosely on your thighs, not guiding, simply touching. Almost to ground himself a little.
"Hm, or maybe... You were thinking about this?" You reach down to move your panties to the side, and he takes the hint to start shoving his boxers down, just low enough to free his cock. You feel it tap against your ass as it finally springs free, already dripping with precum.
The vulgar sound of your juices spreading over his cock drives him mad. He barely gets the time to roll a condom on before your rubbing his head through your folds again, his hands grabbing the fat of your thighs a little harder. He's whining softly, silently pleading for you to let him fuck you already.
"What's that baby?" you reach out and grab his jaw, forcing him to look at you. "Use your words hun, I'm not a mind reader."
He just stares at you for a moment, cock twitching at your commanding words. He swallows, struggling to get anything out like the horny mess he is.
"I-I want you to--"
"Speak up."
"I want to be inside you," His voice cracks a little when he repeats himself, louder this time, "Please." he adds.
You smile, a thumb rubbing gently across his cheek. Poor boy looked like he was about to cry if he didn't get to fuck you, cock painfully aching with a need for you, and you alone.
"Well," you lined him up with your entrance, "only because you asked so nicely."
You took him inside with one swift movement of your hips, dropping down onto his lap with an audible clap of skin against skin. You moaned in unison, eyes finding each other, always wanting to watch the other's face when you finally connected like this again.
You wasted no time, already moving your hips again, the sensation of his cock dragging over your slicked walls sending you into a state of euphoria already. Dave's a big guy, and that counts for every other part of him too. You didn't care if stretch was a little painful, or that it took you a while to get used to the size of him at first, you loved it.
"B-Baby, please-- oh my god, you feel s'good, holy shit..." He blabbered on, his words slurring over the sounds of his moans. You grinned, he was already so pussy drunk, it was adorable.
You leaned over, hand splayed over his toned chest, nails dragging over his fair skin and leaving red trails in their wake. He looked so pretty, all marked up, letting everybody know that he was yours. Not that they didn't know already, he loved letting them know, always mentioning his pretty girlfriend whenever he could.
Your thighs started burning a little from the exertion, but you couldn't stop, not when you felt your orgasm slowly approaching. You started moving faster, bouncing on his cock, grin faltering as your expression grew more desperate.
"Dave, I-- fuck!" you cried out when he shifted his hips, the head of his cock hitting a particular spot inside you that made you see stars. "Keep doing that, holy shit, m'gonna cum baby..."
He took your command, as always, following your rhythm with his own movements. His thrusts become more erratic and sloppy by the second, letting you know he was getting close himself. Not that the continuous repeating of your name wasn't already alerting you of that.
"J-Just like that baby, just like that," your orgasm caught up to you soon, walls fluttering around him as you tilted your head back and moaned his name. The two of you were always loud, but now you were sure the whole floor heard you.
He followed right after, thrusting up into you and filling the condom with his hot cum. Your body went limp for a moment, collapsing on top of him with your full weight. His strong arms enveloped you, your face tucked into the crook of his neck, panting, trying to catch your breath.
After a moment to come down from the high of your orgasms, you moved your head to press soft kisses to his cheek. He sighed dreamily, an adorable boyish smile appearing on his face. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have you. Sometimes, it just felt like a dream. Luckily you were there to kiss him back to reality.
"D'you wanna go back to studying?" he asked softly, his hand tracing gently over your spine.
You whined, pressing a few kisses to his lips. "Hm... No..."
"But," kiss, "what about," kiss, "the exam?"
"Fuck the exam." You moved your head back to rest on his shoulder.
He doesn't reply, instead smiling to himself. Just being glad he's not the only one distracted now.
Hey guys! This is my first like actual post ig lol! But yeah these are Dave Lizewski headcannons from Kickass. So enjoy!
Fluff
okay when dave first met you he for sure got nervous trying to talk to you (poor boy probably almost threw up from how gorgeous he thought you were)
but he most definitely was shocked to see you at his comic store one day (idk if you read comics or not i’m just putting the this because cool people read comics)
but when y’all started dating he’s very cute. like hand holding and all that
he LOVES. showing you off to his friends like making out in front of them (like he did with Katie 🤭)
he also adores when you call him baby or like just when you say his name in a like curtain tone
also once you find out his kick-ass he most definitely sneaks through your window and is like “um baby? let me in please” so you can like clean up his wounds and just spend time with him after he just got beat up
also defending him when people like tease him at school (not that he really does anymore just when he used to)
he loves spending time with you around school. like at lunch or even studying together in the library he loves looking at you when you are focused on something
okay but now for the spicy stuff 🤭😈
Smut
MOST DEFINITELY A WHIMPERER.
he loves when you ride him, that way he can like have better access touching your body (he also loves look at your face you make when you bounce up and down on him)
he hasn’t had that much experience so he usually let’s you take control but sometimes depending on how he is feeling he’ll take over
his favorite thing ever is receiving head (well he’s literally a teenage boy with raging hormones so course) but he loves going down on you, he loves giving you pleasure and hearing all the sounds you make just for him (but boy most definitely has to like grind on the bed when eating you out it frustrates him how hot and bothered it makes him when he goes down on you so he has to have some friction)
he loves hearing you call him “good boy”or say “fuck you’re so good for me” or “you feel so good baby” and like when you say “oh yeah?” in a certain tone boy will literally cum on the spot hearing you say that
he also has most definitely jerked off to you before (like you sending him a really dirty picture of you he will fucking lose it)
he loves like when you kiss down his neck and giving him hickeys he thinks it’s the most attractive thing ever.
but in all honesty he just loves you so much and can’t believe you got with him (because you’re so gorgeous duh)
BUT OKAY GUYS THATS IT HOPE Y’AL ENJOYED THIS!!! I APOLOGIZE THIS IS SO SHORT 😞
warnings: none at all like usual (probably an inaccurate depiction of american high school cause im not american lmao) !!! reader is smart and obvi written as chubby like in all my fics + few usages of y/n !!
a/n: oh gosh im so sorry for posting this one out kinda late anon but i hope you enjoy it cause i feel like im one of the few people actually posting to this very dead tag but i hope you like it !! also tysm to all the people that liked and reblogged my kimi fic cause it's so surprising to see people actually like the stuff that i write and i love you all sm and mwah mwah mwah !!!!!
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The loud school bell rung in your ears, making you flinch, to signal the beginning of first period. Naturally, you and the entire school began making their way to their classes to allow the start of another mediocre day. Whilst you sat in your seat, fiddling with a pen while the teachers called role, an announcement came from the intercom, "Can Y/N Y/L/N and Dave Lizewski please come to the office?" and the room immediately filled with ''oooh's'' to which you rolled your eyes in response before getting up and going to the office, which also meant seeing Dave walk in the hall to also get to the office. During that short journey, you made eye contact and the two of you looked at each other in equal confusion.
Then, you both walked into the office and was greeted by the sight of Mrs. Henderson, your English Lit teacher and she very quickly got to her point, which is what she's known for, "So, Dave, you need to pass my class or you would be unable to graduate and Y/N is my best student"— she looks at you— "which means, that I would like you to tutor Dave." your eyes widen at her suggestion, because how could she expect you to tutor someone when you haven't done that before and you barely even knew the guy you where tutoring !?!??!?!
It's not like you and Dave were complete strangers, you were each other's lab partners about a year ago and you remembered how he helped you with the final group project you had; you didn't even like science all that much, you were more of a literature person anyway, but he was actually really nice and sure, maybe he was kinda cute, with his stupid cute curls and stupid cute face and eyes and okay yeah he was definitely cute. And also, how hard could it possibly be? so, to avoid conflict, you said yes and smiled at her to maintain a certain politeness you only exhibited around teachers or similar figures.
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For your first tutoring session, you both met up in the library and mostly consisted of you rambling about classic novels and Shakespeare plays and Dave could've sworn he fell in love right then and there when you began talking about female authors writing under male pen names; something about Jane Austen, he didn't really pay attention to anything except how your eyes glimmered in the light. You were actually a good teacher that taught him all the stuff he didn't know, which was almost everything.
Then for the second session, the two of you spent a lot of time talking about comics, turns out you two had a lot in common in terms of comics, but then of course you also helped him with the topics he didn't know or had a good understanding of. Towards the end, he asked, "Do you wanna go to Atomic Comics with me and we could get coffee there one day?"
"What? Like a date?" you asked, and he nodded. "Sure !! I'd like that." you said while smiling at him and once he saw your smile, cartoonish hearts quickly formed in his eyes. He then said that after his final Literature exam, he would take you out to the comic store. After that, you two were even more determined for him to pass this class.
Following several tutoring sessions, filled with studying and practice questions, came the dreaded exam. When the test was done, he immediately came over to your house and held you tightly to calm his nerves before you two watched a movie to keep his mind off of it.
Finally, when the results came out, you were the first to know that he passed the exam and had one of the top marks in class !!!!!!! and that also meant that he could take you out on a comic store date which only made both of you extremely ecstatic.
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Subsequently, the day of the date came and you just felt like a bundle of nerves. Your hands kept smoothing the fabric of your white babydoll top, that had black polkadots and a black ribbon to tie in the back and you kept looking in the mirror to see if you looked nice or not and with a final swipe of your lip gloss, there was a knock on your door.
You nervously opened it and he greeted you with his usual smile, leading your nerves to disappear as you quickly return it before you two both leave to go to the store. Upon arrival, you make your way to the back issues to find comics of your favourite character while Dave wandered elsewhere. Even though you two weren't together in that moment, a feeling of contentment settled between you both because it allowed a deeper connection for the things you both respectively like to find a place within each other's hearts.
Afterwards, a spontaneously trip to a local ice cream shop was planned. While waiting in line, his fingers gently interlocked with yours and it stayed like that for the rest of the evening, even when you got the ice cream. Speaking of ice cream, when you both collected it, the teo of you sat in the car and discussed your various opinions on comic book lore, with even a mock argument happening at one point because Dave said he liked Gwen Stacy more than MJ in the comics. It was like that for the rest of the evening: the two of you eating ice cream while talking about comics before eventually making out for a bit (which you both did not expect at all) but was still rather fun and enjoyable for you and Dave.
Unfortunately, the date had to end once he dropped you off at home, with you mentally planning another date like this while he was just oblivious to it all. At least it ended perfectly; with him pressing several kisses on your cheeks and lips before you left, even though you would see him at school on Monday. Oh gosh, you and Dave were just so obsessed with each other that all your friends mutually thought it was just sickening.
