Just found your account and I need more Yandere Dave, I’m begging
Dave goes down on you until you can't fucking stand it. He's shaking and crying into your sloppy cunt as he viciously, almost violently jerks his cock hard enough to give himself chaffing. Yandere!Dave can and will rub his whole face all over your cunt. It's almost like he's TRYING to soak up every inch of his skin with your juice. Because he is. This is his version of skin care. Twice a day. Morning and night. In the shower. Every goddamn day. He's babbling the whole time, crying and THANKING you.
"T-thank you goddess, thank you- oh fuck! Thank you goddess, thank you g-oddess!"
You have to manually yank him up by his hair to check if he's okay. And when he realizes you're trying to make sure he's okay he looks at you like he's looking into the face of divinity and holy salvation. You... you're checking on him. On HIM. you don't have to do that and you know it. Or he thinks you do at least. Dave is the epitome of "you could step on me and I'd say thank you" so when you with your incredible body and your mouthwatering heady scent and your dizzying tits that he could (and has) cum untouched just from looking at, when you ask if he's okay???? He loses it. He moans. His hips are bucking into your pretty soft bedding. He's sobbing and drooling and apologizing and thanking you all through the most dizzying whines and desperate moans you've ever heard.
You'd be lying if you said you weren't just a little itty bitty bit worried about his psychological state and mental wellbeing (you should be) so you do something that really surprises him. You pull him up into your arms to cuddle for a while.
"You wanna suck my tits for a little bit?" You offer gently. He moans. You RIP that moan out of him. He's nodding and babbling yeah, yeah, please can i? Please? like an idiot so you pull him into your arms and let him lose himself in your titties. You rub his back and try to calm him down but after a few moments you can't tell what's drool and what's blissed out tears. He's mumbling something into your tits, probably moaning and thanking you, and after a while you adjust the way he's humping your leg like an unfixed dog so he can fuck your thighs a little.
"There we go," you coo softly, planning on letting him wear himself out since you're so fucked out yourself. "That better?"
He whines and nods frantically, jiggling your tits as he does.
"Does that feel good?" You ask softly, debating whether or not to tease him by squeezing your thighs together a little, and he just keeps nodding and whining and rutting into your soft delicious thighs.
Also sidebar, Dave 100 PERCENT has one of those cartoonishly obsessive shrines dedicated to you hidden in his closet where he keeps his kickass gear. Like Helga and Arnold kinda devotion.
of course! hope you enjoy & happy (belated) valentine's day!
★ w/c: 600 words
★ cw: nothing really, minor ment of blood (just some small scrapes from kickass related activities)
peachy's valentine's event<3
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Dave dashes down into another alleyway and cuts the corner, still dressed in his green and yellow Kick-Ass suit, now sporting a sizable bruise to his shoulder and a few scratches on his face.
“I’m on my way. I swear!”
He pleads into the receiver of his phone and hurries into a public restroom before ending the voicemail.
Dave is massively, astronomically, without a doubt late.
You’re used to him being at least a little late when you meet up for dates. You never hold it against him, knowing he just tends to lose track of time (normally when out on patrol, but you don’t know that).
But today’s Valentine’s day, and he knows he’s screwed if you think he’s stood you up.
In the bathroom stall, he fights with the zipper on his suit before eventually finding his way out of it. He rushes to slip into a nice shirt and the only pair of slacks he has that aren’t in need of the wash. The outfit’s a bit wrinkled from being stuffed in a bag, but he doesn’t have time to worry about it.
Out of breath and practically half dead, Dave eventually finds himself at the diner you two agreed to meet at and he gasps out some apologies.
“I’m so sorry, babe! I tried so hard to get here on time but then I got caught up and the bus was late so–”
“Dave, oh my god,” you sit up and gawk at him slightly.
He quiets down and blinks back, confused at your expression.
“Are you alright?” A hand immediately stretches out to gently investigate the cuts on his face.
“What?”
“You’re all scratched up.”
Dave stammers for an excuse, “Oh well, uh, yeah. I meant to tell you. I, uh, well this guy tried to mug me at the bus stop.”
It’s not a complete lie. There was a mugger. Half the reason he was so late was because he had become caught up in trying to help a woman get her purse back. The guy was fairly relentless, and in the end it took longer than he thought it would.
“Here, let me take a look in the bathroom,” you say softly.
That’s how the two of you end up cramped into the single use restroom together. Your hand gently brushes back his unruly curls while you attempt to get a good look at the injuries.
Dave stands silently and lets you work, as you dab a small wet towelette to clear any bits of blood. You’ve grown somewhat accustomed to how clumsy your boyfriend seems to be and have since opted to carry a few plasters in your bag.
You peel back the paper on the bandaid and apply it to his temple, covering one of the deeper cuts. None of the wounds are too major, but it’s not a bad thing to have an excuse to gently take care of your boyfriend.
Staring up at you with his soft blue eyes, Dave watches you finish doctoring him up. “I’m sorry…” he says quietly.
“What for?”
“For being late, and making you play nurse on Valentine’s day.”
You give a soft laugh back. “Dave, don’t even sweat it, okay?”
He glances back at your carefree smile and can’t help but smile right back. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, of course. Though I wouldn’t complain if you started being a bit more careful.” You help him to his feet again and hold his hand in yours. “Now let’s go enjoy dinner together, yeah?”
He nods back and lets you guide him back to the table, content to spend the rest of his evening focused on just you and your smile.
yeah this might not be all 2010s accurate but im just doing this for fun bc the challengers ones always make my day THSI IS JUUST FOR FUNNN
EDIT: feel free to share ideas on what would be fun to see next 😚
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.
a collection of fics i’ve read and thoroughly enjoyed all in one spot! read each warning before diving in and please give writers some appreciation for all their hard work by reblogging and/or commenting! ꨄ
so? whatever pt2 pt3 I @astermath I F I The preppy girl that just about everyone admires has more in common with Dave than he expects. He doesn’t quite know how to handle this information, but it excites him nonetheless.
take a break I @/astermath I F I dave has been overdoing the kickass activities, and you’re worried every other night could be his last. he tries to comfort you and tell you he’ll be okay. you’re not sure you believe him.
gymcrush!dave I deactivated I F
request I @murdrdocs I S I dave is the type of horny idiot that doesn't know that women masturbate too.
knowing me, knowing you I @pretty-little-mind33 I H/C I Being partners with Kick-Ass is far more intimidating when you have a huge crush on him, especially when he won't stop talking about his crush.
if it wasn't for the nights I @/pretty-little-mind33 I C I You're having a bad day and you and Dave share earbuds on the bus.
do it for me I @moonlightspencie I S
PIETRO MAXIMOFF - QUICKSILVER
a bit distracted I @acciopietro I F I in which pietro needs to start paying better attention. and maybe listening to his sister more.
i’ll be back before you even know it I @toothfa-1-ry I A
the silent treatment I @floral-and-fine I A + F I Soulmate AU where the words their soulmate speaks first are tattooed on their arm.
hole in the wall I @sebsbarnes I A I despite barely knowing the brainwashed girl beyond the wall, pietro refused to hurt her, no matter how much she hurt him.
fernando I @/pretty-little-mind33 I F I You don't want to share a bed with Pietro. He wants nothing more than to share one with you.
voulez-vous I @/pretty-little-mind33 I A
karma I @/pretty-little-mind33 I H/C I you hate Pietro for how he treats you, or at least you do until you're stuck in an elevator with him.
TOM RYDER
dating tom ryder would include I @nyxvuxoa-writes I S + F
love bites I @/nyxvuxoa-writes I A + S
request I @tangerinesgf I S + F
nonfan!reader I @/tangerinesgf I F
the lucky one I @pretty-little-mind33 I F I Tom books a role in a musical with the only one goal in mind. He wants to work with an actress he's been crushing on forever—you.
anti-hero I @/pretty-little-mind33 I F I You're Tom's makeup artist for a movie he's shooting and you absolutely hate him. However, one round of karaoke later, your feelings temporarily shift.
i did something bad I @/pretty-little-mind33 I S I When Tom Ryder cockily asks Colt if he can share you with him, your boyfriend is initially disgusted. You? You're less disgusted—
the winner takes it all I @/pretty-little-mind33 I F I You try and convince Tom Ryder that doing his own stunt out of the blue is a very very bad decision.
COUNT ALEXI VRONSKY
lover I @/pretty-little-mind33 I F I Your husband comforts you on your period.
FRIEDRICH HARDING
movement I @/pretty-little-mind33 I S I The letter with the news of your cousin's death comes with something more sinister; a marriage proposal.
MULTI. CHARACTERS
reader w/ an abusive ex hc I @/pretty-little-mind33 I C
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | dave lizewski x fem!reader
| 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐮 |
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: i’m not sure what warnings to put, maybe use of language, implied letters being sent out, teenage angst
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 931
𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝘃!
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dear dave lizewski,
you probably don’t remember, but in freshman year, you let me borrow your hoodie in the library because the air conditioning was broken and i was wearing a tank top and literally freezing to death. it smelled like laundry and mint gum and a little like cinnamon toast crunch. i didn’t give it back until a week later, and when i handed it to you, you smiled and said, “you kept it warm for me, huh?”
i think that’s when i started liking you.
you always had this… energy. like the world could be on fire and you’d still crack a joke about your math test. like nothing really scared you.
not even the guys who used to trip you in the halls. not even the rumors that maybe, just maybe, you were kick-ass.
(you weren’t. or maybe you were. i never really knew for sure.)
anyway. this letter isn’t a confession. it’s not even a love letter, technically. it’s a goodbye.
because i don’t like you anymore. not like that. i swear.
i just needed to write it down and get it out of me.
so yeah. this is goodbye.
—yours never,
[your name]
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the letters live in a hatbox in the top of your closet. five total. five boys.
dave, freshman year. josh, your older sister’s boyfriend, your old best friend. noah, your camp counselor from middle school. cj, your sophomore year lab partner. beckham, an old friend from model UN.
five versions of your past self clinging to moments and daydreams and maybe-love.
they’ve never been mailed. not once. not ever.
because they’re not for them.
they’re for you.
you write a letter, seal it, and it’s like the feeling gets smaller. easier to hold.
like you don’t have to carry the weight of what could’ve been anymore.
it’s over. safely tucked away, pink envelopes and bad handwriting and all.
until it isn’t.
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it starts with jade slamming open your bedroom door like she’s the fbi.
she’s holding her phone in one hand and a bag of hot cheetos in the other. her hair’s in two messy buns, and her eyebrows are already raised in suspicion.
“babe,” she says, mouth full. “you need to check your texts.”
you glance up from your homework.
“i’m busy.”
“no,” she says. “you’re about to be emotionally annihilated.”
that gets your attention.
you grab your phone. open your texts. and—
there it is.
a message from dave lizewski.
| hey… got your letter?
you freeze.
no.
no no no no no—
“what the hell,” you whisper.
“what the hell.”
jade sits on the bed like it’s a front row seat to your psychological breakdown.
“sooo… he got the one where you said he smelled like cereal?”
you whip your head toward her.
“how did he get it?”
“you tell me. unless your hatbox developed legs and a thirst for chaos.”
your hands shake as you throw open your closet. the hatbox is there, but something’s off.
you open it—
and immediately want to die.
the letters are gone.
all five.
gone.
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the next day at school is the most stressful day of your entire life. and you once had to present a group project alone because your group bailed. so that’s saying something.
you try to avoid dave. hide in the back hallways. pretend you’re invisible.
but of course, life hates you.
because fifth period comes, and there he is.
standing outside your chemistry class.
envelope in hand.
looking way too smug.
“hey,” he says, sliding into step beside you.
“hi,” you mumble.
he holds up the envelope like it’s a winning lottery ticket.
“so… laundry and gatorade, huh?”
“please forget you read that.”
he doesn’t. obviously. instead, he grins.
“you’re a good writer. kind of poetic, actually. should i be flattered or creeped out?”
you stop walking. cross your arms.
“i wrote that three years ago.”
“really? wow. i must’ve made a strong impression.”
you groan.
“i’m literally begging you to stop talking.”
he laughs.
but then he pauses. and his voice drops, just a little.
“so… do you still feel that way?”
you look at him. really look.
he’s taller now. older. still scruffy around the edges, but something about him is softer than you remember. kinder, maybe.
you shake your head.
“no,” you lie. “it’s old. it was just a stupid letter.”
he nods slowly.
but the look he gives you… it lingers.
“okay,” he says. “cool.”
but as he walks away, he turns back—just once—and smiles.
like he knows something you don’t.
and just like that, everything starts to unravel.
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a/n: i hope you guys like this!! this took awhile to write it it’s so worth it, and im definitely gonna make this a series >_<
WARNINGS: language! patching up an open wound, mentions of blood, wound descriptions, fluff OOOO, also angst because he knows you don’t like HIM, kinda proofread but idk..
summary: You and Dave have lost a childhood friendship. The circumstances have made you grow to despise one another, until Kick-Ass has no one else to turn to but you, causing him to develop a small crush. The only problem being that you don't know it's him.
WC: 3.1K
gif not mine!!!
A/N: Low key insane this is the first fic I write that isn’t smut ☠️ also sorry for posting this a day late mb…
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“Dammit,” You spoke as you quickly lifted your water bottle up from your desk. It had spilled all over your research papers and ruined some of the fresh ink.
“Fuck.”
You had already spent a little over an hour trying to get your information together and you needed a break. Grabbing your headphones, you made your way to the little sofa you had sitting by your window and took out a comic.
It was rare, but it didn’t take long for you to get bored, you had read this specific issue many times. The music made it that much more boring and you were getting restless. Cracking your window open just a bit, you heard the soft chirps of the birds and crickets outside, feeling some of the cool breeze enter into your room. The sun was set and there was still some twilight left over the New York skyline. You lived a few blocks from Dave, getting a decent view of the city although it was blocked by a tree near your window.
Soon after you had opened your window, you felt yourself getting drowsy, that breeze and the sounds of the night settling in almost made you doze off.
The state you were in wasn’t fully conscious, but you weren’t quite asleep either. You heard a faint sound outside your window, like some big bird just fell onto your roof. You tried to ignore it and relax, but soon you began hearing faint taps at your window.
How odd.
Your eyes slowly opened, allowing your pupils to adjust to the soft fluorescent light.
“Please,” You heard someone whisper, in that moment your eyes shot open and you jumped out of your chair, turning to your window.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You almost yelled, keeping it quiet enough not to alarm your parents. Kick-Ass.
“You said I could—“ he groaned quietly, wincing.
“You said I could stop by if I needed something,” he sighed.
“What?” You questioned, confused at first until you noticed one of his gloves covered in blood, clutching his side.
“Please, you said…” He paused to take a breath, “Your mom’s a nurse, right? I—I can’t go to the cops or the hospital.”
“Well—I mean yeah, she’s a nurse, but… If she helps you she’s gonna end up telling someone.”
He only stood there and waited.
“I can patch you up myself,” You swiftly moved forward to open the window, allowing the boy into your room.
“Agh, fuck—” He groaned, you helped him walk over to your bed.
“Hold on,”
Setting a towel on your bed, you motioned for him to sit down, grabbing his batons from his back and setting them to the side. You ran to your closet to grab a cloth or anything similar.
“Here, put this on there with pressure, okay? I’ll be right back.” You gave him an old shirt and left your room to find a med kit your mom had somewhere downstairs.
He noticed the shirt you gave him and smiled softly. It was an old shirt you had matched with him, well, Dave, in middle school. It was really oversized when you got it, so it still fit. He was surprised you hadn’t thrown it away. It was a Robin shirt, himself owning the Batman one. He remembered how much you loved Robin.
Kick-Ass sighed as he waited for you, holding the shirt to his wound with as much pressure as he could to stop the bleeding.
“Okay,” you spoke out of breath, closing your door and locking it.
“Um…” You looked at him awkwardly, and he waited for you to continue. Clearly in pain.
“I’m gonna need you to take your suit off.” You informed, it was only necessary.
“Okay…” he hesitated, “I can’t really take the suit off...by myself,” he breathed. You could tell that speaking was quite the chore.
You moved towards him, helping him take his gloves off one at a time as either of his hands held the cloth to his wound. Sitting behind him, you unzipped his suit, pushing it off each one of his shoulders.
Woah.
His back was very well defined and it took everything in you not to graze your fingers along his muscles. He felt this, trying to hold in a smile.
“You’re gonna have to let go for a second, okay?” You warned him. Kick-Ass let go of the cloth on his cut, clenching his teeth as you pulled his suit down to his hips. The blood caused it to stick to the wound, it seemed to burn as you peeled it off.
“Shit,” He sighed in pain, taking a deep breath as you soaked a small towel in a little bowl of soap water. He frowned as you brought it up to the gash on his side.
“This is really gonna sting, so you should use something to bite on.” You handed him the cleaner glove and as soon as he bit down onto it, you began dabbing the cloth onto his injury.
He let out a significantly loud groan through the glove and tears welled up in his eyes, his breathing quickened due to the sharp, stinging pain of the soap seeping into his wound. He was seeing stars.
“Okay, we’re done.” You spoke, turning back to the med kit to take out a gauze pad. “This cut is too big to heal on its own, I’m gonna have to stitch it up…” You looked at him to make sure he was okay with it. He only nodded. You continued to dab at his skin to remove all the blood around the slash to see it clearly. It was a cut right above the chiseled area of his iliac furrow, a few inches to the left of an already healed scar that seemed to appear like another stab wound.
“You okay?” You asked him, just to make sure. He nodded once more, removing the glove from his mouth and smiling weakly as you grabbed a needle and suture. You noticed he had a pretty nasty cut on his lip, and his eye was starting to bruise.
“This one’s gonna hurt even more, right?” He joked.
“Yeah,” you chuckled. “Are you ready?”
Kick-Ass clenched his jaw, locking eyes with you for a moment, “Yeah,” he grunted, keeping his eyes glued to yours.
You pierced through his skin and his back straightened. Choking out an agony-filled moan, he threw his head back, his hand flying to cover his mouth. Your eyes widened looking up at him.
“If my parents hear you, it’s over.” You whispered and he nodded, chewing on his lip.
Continuing the process of piecing him together, he kept whining about how much it stung even with his fucked up nerve endings.
“Of course it’s gonna hurt, dipshit! How the fuck did this happen to you anyway?” You questioned.
“Oh y’know, some muggers with a knife. Guess they were serious about taking that lady’s bag.” He chuckled.
As you drove the needle through him one last time, he inhaled a sharp breath, gripping into your sheets for his life.
It was quiet for the moment in which you cleaned up, putting everything away and leaving out some bandages to put on him.
You could feel his gaze on you, but goodness, were you scared to look him in the eyes. You knew that if you looked, you’d wanna lean in and kiss him.
“Thank you,” He said, watching you intently as you got up to take the med kit back.
“No problem, Kick-Ass,” you smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back. Your smile was super pretty and holy hell was this mask giving him confidence.
“I’m gonna go put this back, the bathroom’s right outside my door to the left, incase you wanna wash your face or something.” You made your way to your door and left it slightly ajar, so that no one would hear it open while you were downstairs.
Kick-Ass slowly limped into your bathroom, finally taking off his mask after closing the door. His face was covered in blood, so much more happened than some muggers with a knife. Frank D’Amico’s men had tried beating him senseless, but he oh so fortunately got away due to a patrol car nearing the area. Yes, he had made sure no one followed him to your home. He wouldn’t know what to do if he was the reason some fucked up kingpin tried to hurt you.
He washed his face as best he could without getting any blood anywhere, his left eye beginning to grow a soft red color.
You knocked softly on the door, “Hey, just come back to my room when you’re done. My parents are watching TV so you should be good.”
“Thanks.” He answered, staring at the door.
Guilt began to overcome him. He was lying to you, not only in keeping his identity from you, but in making up some bullshit about getting jumped by some "muggers."
He wanted to tell you it was him, but he found the thought embarrassing, maybe you would call him pathetic for this whole Kick-Ass thing, even the thought of coming to you when he had no one else was enough to make him cringe. He would rather get stitched up without anesthesia again than have you react badly and get angry at him for lying to you.
Sitting at your desk waiting for him, you finally heard the bathroom light shut off, the door just then clicking open. He limped into your room and you quickly ran to help him sit on the edge of your bed.
You grabbed the gauze, pausing and taking a look at him for a second. Goodness gracious, he was an Adonis of a man. He had really well toned arms, his abdominal muscles very defined as well. He was quite the specimen. And his eyes. The way he looked up at you, like some lost puppy, it made you melt.
“Um, just lift your arms up a bit,” You cleared your throat, embarrassed of the way you were thinking in such a moment.
He lifted his arms and you put the gauze over his now closed wound, grabbing a roll of bandages to wrap around his waist.
“Hold this here,” you told him as you knelt in front of him. Pulling the white fabric around his side, you had to move closer to him in order to reach for it with your other hand behind his back.
You tried focusing on what you were doing, but he kept staring holes into your head. His hand twitched, wanting to brush a stray hair from your face to see it clearly but he held back.
After wrapping the bandage around his waist a few times, you used some medical tape to keep it in place.
“Alright, I’m almost done.” you spoke, finishing up.
Kick-Ass spoke your name with a light tone. This startled you and you looked up at him to see what he was going to say. He only looked at you, glancing at your lips before looking away and it caused your heart to beat a million miles a minute.
“Thank you...” He finally moved his eyes to meet yours, a look of guilt upon whatever you could see of his face.
“I’m really sorry…” He frowned, looking at the ground next to you.
“It’s not your fault, Kick-Ass,” you reassured him without even knowing what he was talking about.
He shook his head as if he was about to speak but the two of you could only watch each other those following moments, your faces moving closer together like magnets. You didn't know why it felt so right in the moment, but you quickly leaned up and kissed him.
He slightly jumped but immediately kissed back. His lips were so plush and smooth, they felt like clouds. And he kissed you like no other boy had ever kissed you before. He kissed you with emotion, he didn’t just kiss you for the sake of kissing. Even if he wasn't the best at it.
The fabric of his mask brushed against your chin as he tilted his head to the side, moving himself closer to you. You felt like he was going to pull away because you were already starting to feel the need to breathe, but he kept kissing you.
Resting your hand on his chest, you felt his heart beating rapidly under your palm. You stood up, causing him to have to lean upwards in order to keep his lips attached to yours, but the movement caused him pain, making him release a grunt and quickly pull away.
“Sorry,” you apologized, referring to the kiss and the wound. He stared at you in utter surprise.
From now on, Dave knew he would look at you in a different light. Why’d you even kiss him? And what gave him such a desperate urge to keep his own lips connected to yours?
He chewed on his bottom lip, "It's okay..." He replied softly.
“I shouldn't have done that, right...? I—It won't happen again—“ You rambled, suddenly cutting yourself off and picking up the empty packaging of the bandages to throw them away and keep yourself busy.
Kick-Ass watched you pick things up with his jaw hanging, still trying to process the kiss and why he... Enjoyed it?
“You can do it again, if you want.” He mentally screamed at himself, why the fuck would he say that!?
You whipped your head around and stared at him from across the room, your face heating up like the Titanic's boiler room.
"I haven’t kissed anyone since like… sixth grade, so…" He chuckled.
Hiding a smile, "Yeah…that was kind of obvious." you spoke, scrunching your nose.
"Sorry." He looked away while giggling at how pathetic it was.
“It’s okay…” you smiled.
You sat next to him. "Everyone needs practice…” You said suggestively.
Turning to look at him, you saw that he was already gaping at you.
"Yeah..." He kept his eyes on yours this time. The reason he was so afraid to do so before was because he felt vulnerable, like you’d know it was him just by his eyes or something.
“So…” you began, “can I kiss you..?”
“Yes—“ he replied a little too quick for his own comfort. “I mean…Yeah.”
You placed your hand on the side of his neck and moved your head closer to his. You noticed him watching your mouth as it neared his, the palm of his hand coming to press against your lower back as you finally connected your lips.
He kissed you softly, innocently, almost like he was afraid you’d pull away if he kissed you any differently.
Moving one of your hands to rest on the back of his neck, you slipped your fingers under his mask, feeling a bit of his soft curls.
You just wanted to kiss him, missing the feeling of someone's mouth on your own. He felt the same, he didn’t feel judged on the fact he was kind of a shitty kisser.
The two of you sat there for a minute, his calloused hands moving from your waist to the sides of your face, the tips of his fingers playing with the shorter hairs on the nape of your neck.
“I hope you don’t hate me,” he breathed, mumbling against your mouth.
“Mm-“ You made a sound of confusion.
You began to realize why he had said it as he brought his hand up to the hem of his mask and began tugging it upward. Quickly pulling away, you reached for his wrist to stop him.
“Don’t do that…” You watched him, slightly alarmed.
His heart dropped, “Why not…?” he spoke, uneasy.
He couldn’t lie to you. Yeah sometimes he hated your guts and wanted you to just shut the fuck up, but today was a completely different story. He changed in the way he saw you. With everything that had just happened in the past ten minutes, he couldn’t lie to you.
“What if I tell someone? How can you trust me if you barely even know me…?”
But he did know you. He knew you enough to trust you, and that there was no way in hell you would ever tell anyone a secret entrusted to you. But he didn’t want to argue with you. Not as Kick-Ass.
“Fine. Sorry...” He apologized.
"You should probably get home... It's kind of late." You suggested looking at your hands as you fidgeted.
“Yeah,” He stood up, grunting as he pulled his arms through his suit to put it back on. “Could you…” He was nodding at you, referring to the back of his suit where the zipper was.
You pulled the slider along the teeth of the zipper, enclosing him completely in his suit.
He turned around to face you “Thanks…” He watched you for a moment. “For patching me up… And stuff…”
You chuckled, “No problem.”
He smiled awkwardly. “I’ll see you tomor—or uhh, whenever I need you again—or whenever you need me,” He stammered, realizing what position he’d almost put himself in. “I’ll just see you.” He chuckled, swallowing hard as he grabbed his gloves and batons and turned to your window.
“Will you be okay to get home?” You watched as he limped by your window. “I could walk with you… Until we get to your neighborhood or whatever.”
“Uh—No, it's like a 10 minute walk. I’ll be fine. Thanks though.” He smiled softly, beginning to climb through your window as he held his side.
You thought about that. There were no other neighborhoods within ten minutes of walking, so he had to live here. That means he had to go to your school. And that means you have to know him if he said he was your age. Holy shit.
“Kick-Ass?” You rested your palms on your windowsill as he crouched down to look at you from your roof.
“Do you go to Fillmore?”
He paused, staring at you like he’d just been caught.
You felt your hands getting clammy.
After a few more moments of silence, you spoke again.
“Do I know you…?”
He stayed silent. All you could do was take it as a yes.
“Weren’t you just getting mad at me for wanting to take my mask off?” He shot back.
“Fuck, you’re right. I’m sorry.” You looked down. “I’ll… I’ll see you around.” You pursed your lips.
He smiled back softly and made his way off your roof and out of your view.
You sat back down to finish your homework, somehow taking three times as long because the only thing on your mind was those beautiful blue eyes of his. And who else in your school had them.
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