dreamnap oneshot
3687 words
warnings: steamy!!
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“Sapnap. Don’t send it.”
Dream’s warning voice held a lot more threat than usual coming through Nick’s headset, and he suspected it was because the two now shared a house. He was all too aware of his friend’s presence only two doors down, and had it just been the two of them, Nick probably would have already given in and saved himself an ass kicking. Dream was a noticeable few inches taller than him, and definitely stronger though Nick would never admit it outloud.
Nick was good at picking his fights.
Or he was, usually.
But with Dream in one ear, and Quackity, George and Karl in the other, he was tiptoeing the line of a very pissed off Dream. The three idiots had been egging him on for the past half hour, begging him to send the video since the moment he’d mentioned having it. And he wasn’t actually going to send it, he just really enjoyed stirring Dream up and he knew the other three found it just as funny.
“Sapnap! Sapnap! Sapnap!” Karl’s chanting overlapped the other two voices, Alex making odd monkey sounds as George laughed himself into hysterics.
“Send it, Sap! You have to show us, you have to.” George’s words were gasped out between wheezes in his comically high-pitched voice that appeared whenever he was losing his mind laughing at something.
Nick knew that if any of them laid their eyes on the video, they would never ever get over it.
He’d captured the valuable video the night prior when Dream had overslept an alarm that he’d set for a recording session with the Among Us crowd. When Nick had crept in there to wake him up, a task he dreaded after the first time he’d done it and successfully pissed Dream off for two full days, he had been met with a sight he never thought he’d see. It was too good to resist flicking out his phone and capturing the moment.
Dream had been splayed out across the bed, three pillows tucked under his back and his head tipped back off the mattress entirely. A trail of dried drool stained his cheek and his slack mouth was releasing a mix of whistling snores and little snuffling sounds as he slept. His fourth pillow was clutched to his chest in a grip that made Nick feel bad for it, white knuckles making Nick gulp as he crept back out of the room and returned to his Discord call to pass on the disappointing news.
He had intended to keep the video to himself, locked away in his phone for a later day of humiliation. He hadn’t intended that later day to be the day following but he made the mistake of mentioning the beautiful video and it had all gone downhill from there.
Karl, George and Alex were relentless when they wanted something, and to say they wanted to see this video was a huge understatement.
“We need to see it, Sapnap, it’s worth the risk! It’s worth it!” Alex pleaded.
“The risk!?” Nick snorted, offended by the lack of care. “I’m gonna get my teeth kicked in, Quackity! The risk is my impending death.”
“It’s worth it, it’s worth it!”
“Vouch!”
Karl and Alex were a terrible influence on each other.
“Guys, Dream’s scawy,” Sapnap said, hoping his baby “uwu” voice would soften Dream’s heart. He knew that whether he sent it or not, Dream was going to kill him for taking it in the first place.
“You haven’t seen ‘scary’,” Dream muttered and Nick shot a weary glance to the door of his office. There wasn’t even a lock.
George whined, adding his own baby voice to the mix, and Sapnap could practically see the stupid pout he was wearing when he begged, “Please, Sap. He won’t actually kill you!”
Dream’s scoff was dry and humourless, “Oh, I will,” and Nick could hear the exhaustion that layered his irritation. He’d been up for over twenty hours editing his upcoming video and keeping the guys company in their streams. He knew that Dream was ready to collapse into bed the second he could, but the risk of his pride held enough weight to keep him upright for the time being.
Nick almost felt bad for him, except he remembered the horrific photo that Dream had shared with their chat less than a month earlier.
This was only payback; well, it would be if Nick was actually going to send it. But he was better than that, he was the bigger man and he also valued having all of his teeth and an unbroken nose.
With a sigh, he reached to click delete on the keyboard to remove the video from the textbox. The ominous ‘Sapnap is typing…’ that sat at the bottom of all of their screens had only added to the excitement (and anger), but he knew that they’d had their fun and it was over. When he tried to snatch up his water bottle at the same time, his device unbalanced in his fingers and the thunk of it hitting the carpet was accompanied by the little “shwoop” sound of a message sending.
Every voice except Dream’s exploded in the call and Nick froze in his chair.
“Oh god,” he whispered, dropping his bottle and scrambling for his phone. “Oh, no, no, no- I didn’t- It was an accident, I dropped my-” His voice was drowned out by Karl and Alex’s cheering, hysterical laughter pouring from George’s end. Dream’s icon vanished from the call and the slam of a door opening reached Nick’s ears.
Dream’s footsteps were loud and angry.
“Guys, guys, GUYS!” His bedroom door burst open and Nick threw off his headphones, ripping the cord from his PC as he stumbled out of his chair. The look on Dream’s face made Nick genuinely fear for his life as he backed up away from Dream.
“Oh my God, he’s so cuuuute!” Karl cooed. George howled with laughter.
Nick had messed up. He had royally screwed himself, and today was the day he was going to die. “Dream, Clay. It was an accident, I was going to delete it and I dropped my phone and- I wasn’t actually going to send it, I swear. I promise. Pinky promise? What if we hug and make up?” Words tumbled off his tongue with panicked desperation but Nick knew a losing fight when he saw it. “Dream?” he tried weakly when Dream stepped forward, but the stoic glare didn’t shift.
He could hear Alex calling Dream’s name, futile attempts at rescuing Nick from certain death. But the laughter that drowned him out only sealed his fate.
He was completely and totally done.
Dream lunged for him and an embarrassingly high-pitched scream ripped from Nick’s throat. He bolted to the bed, clambering over the mattress with his eyes on the open door. But his chances were shot when a rough hand grabbed his ankle, yanking him backwards and off balance. His face slammed into the mattress, cutting off his yelp, and he barely managed to squirm over onto his back before Dream pounced.
“You’re done, Nick,” Dream snarled, and Nick knew that it was his turn to be mortified. He caught Dream by the upper arms, straining as he kept Dream’s hands just inches away from his own shoulders and face. “You’re such an asshole, I told you not to send it!”
“I told you,” Nick gasped, his arms aching as he turned his face away from Dream’s clawing fingers, “I didn’t mean to!”
Dream growled, glaring down at Nick for a second before spitting: “Liar.” and throwing his weight to the side. Nick lost his grip and within seconds Dream had hooked an arm around his back, pinning Nick’s head between his arm and his ribs. The wrestling training Sapnap did back in middle school leapt to the front of his mind as he got his arms around Dream’s middle and tried to push him back. They both grunted and yelped, jabbing fingers into sensitive spots and cursing as they wrestled and fought.
From the computer, the other three were cheering them on, placing bets back and forth. Except they were all betting on Dream and Nick couldn’t even blame them as he scrambled on top of Dream’s back for half a second before he was thrown off.
A jab to his stomach knocked all the air out of him and in seconds he was flat on his back with his arms pinned either side of his head. He gasped for air, face hot and red from exertion as he blinked his dizzy eyes up at Dream.
He made a weak attempt at getting one leg between him and Dream, hoping to plant a foot to his chest and shove him back, but Dream shoved his knee down into the muscle of Nick’s thigh and a shot of pain at the pressure cut his escape attempt off.
The grin on his face made Nick’s head spin faster, though he didn’t know whether it was fear or adrenaline that flipped his stomach like a pancake.
“Dead,” Clay declared, proud and smug as if it was at all a fair fight. He was six foot two for Heaven’s sake.
“Shut up, you’re such a dick,” Nick spat, craning his head off the mattress. The grip on his wrists tightened and Dream pressed them harder into the mattress, leaning his weight into his knee. Nick yelped in pain, wriggling in a weak attempt of dislodging his roommate.
Dream scoffed. “Shouldn’t have sent the video, should you?” His sneer was twisted with a satisfied grin and Nick would have been relieved to see that he was more smug than angry if that smile didn’t trigger every fear sensor in Nick’s body.
“Well, look- Ow- You got me now, so… you don’t have to, uh, kill me or anything! Wouldn’t want you to go to prison now,” he says, awkward chuckle leaving his lips. He hears Karl and George lose it from the computer speakers, quiet but distinct enough to heighten Nick’s irritation. They weren’t helping him at all.
“No chance.” Dream narrowed his eyes. “I want some sort of compensation. You have to let me post whatever I want from your twitter,” and the crooked grin he wore told Nick that his revenge would be far worse than the five second video of Dream snoring.
“No way,” he said, shaking his head and yanking on his arms. The taller man leaned his weight onto his wrists and Nick gave up on fighting. “Get off me, Dream.”
They both ignored the three amigos cheering in the background, this time for Nick’s demise.
Two-faced assholes...
“What’s your password, Nick,” Dream asked, cocking his head to the side with his sly grin. He was, humiliatingly, completely at Dream’s mercy and his stomach twisted at the thought.
It was definitely the first time that they’d been so close to each other; Nick had never been able to see this much detail in Dream’s face. For a moment, he got distracted by the little scar that marred the right side of Clay’s top lip, wondering when and how he’d gotten it. When his lips twitched down into a confused frown, Nick snapped back into the moment with the realisation that he’d been staring at Dream’s mouth.
He snapped his focus back up to Dream’s eyes, unable to miss the way his brows were creased with thought, and pushed a defensive snarl onto his own mouth as he glared up at Dream. “It’s not happening,” he said bluntly, hoping the embarrassed red of his cheeks could be passed off from their wrestling.
Dream’s frown deepened with annoyance. “What’s your password, Nick?” he repeated, pressing his thumb hard into the inside of Nick’s wrist. He watched Nick’s face with an intensity that definitely hadn’t been there a moment ago, murky green eyes flickering over Nick’s features as searching for something specific.
“Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!”
“George, you dick!”
“He’s from Florida, man! He’ll do it!”
The pressure on Nick’s inner wrist made him grimace and when Nick forced out a rough: “No, Clay,” he squeezed the other wrist harder, pinching the skin. The jolt of pain mixed with the tingle in his fingertips; Nick sucked in a deep breath and bit down hard on his bottom lip as he desperately tried to think of a way out of this situation.
His train of thought was slammed to a stop when Dream’s eyes snapped down to Nick’s mouth like a magnet, time screeching to a neck-breaking halt. For a moment, neither of them moved. Dream’s grip loosened on Nick’s wrist but he didn’t even consider moving away, unable to focus on anything other than Dream’s gaze locked on his mouth and his own heartbeat slamming in his chest, in his throat, in his head.
His lip slipped out from between his teeth, and out of reflex, he flicked his tongue to soothe the sting, and he could not ignore the way Dream sucked in a breath sharply through his teeth. Nick watched his pupils swell and he couldn’t say anything about Dream’s pink cheeks because he knew his own were just as warm.
And then it was like a flip was switched. Dream clenched his jaw, eyes flicking back up to Nick’s with a clarity that caught him off guard. “Fine,” Dream said, voice low and even. He stuck his tongue in his cheek for a moment of thought, and Nick tried desperately to keep up with the hidden thoughts behind Dream’s eyes. “Have it your way.”
Those words ran through Nick’s mind just once, before one wrist was released. Before he could even think to make his escape, rough fingers caught him by the jaw, tipping Nick’s head back as a grin flashed over Dream’s lips.
Then those lips were on Nick’s.
Dream kissed him and he kissed him hard, sinking his teeth into Nick’s bottom lip without waiting for a response. The jolt of pain dragged a grunt from Nick’s mouth, and he pressed it up against Dream’s, allowing the thumb on his chin to drag his lips apart. Clay kissed him hard and deep and hot and Nick gave it back just as rough and unforgiving.
His free hand jumped to the back of Dream’s head, threading fingers through loose blonde hair as he tilted his head up into the kiss. He craned his head up off the mattress, nipping at Dream’s tongue when it flicked his top lip. With a fistful of hair in his hand, he smirked into the kiss and yanked hard, dragging Clay’s mouth off him so he could gasp in a breath of air.
It was only a moment before Dream caught Nick by the wrist, shoving his hand back down into the mattress. Except this time, he slipped his fingers up, interlocking them with Nick’s as he kissed him. He pressed his tongue past Nick’s lips, growling at the sharp bites Nick delivered in return.
He’d forgotten about Clay’s knee on his thigh until the pressure vanished, Dream instead using his knee to push Nick’s leg to the side. It only felt natural to drag his knee up, dragging his ankle along the backside of Dream’s legs and pulling on the back of his thigh.
Even when they were kissing, they were fighting. Nick tried to press up against Dream, squirming and yanking on his wrists all the while trying to chase Dream’s tongue back into his own mouth. “Dream,” he growled when the Clay once again blocked Nick’s tongue, shoving his head back down against the mattress.
“Shut up,” Dream snarled, shifting his knee up the mattress between Nick’s legs. It wasn’t close enough and Nick’s underwear was too tight and too hot for him to handle. He bit back an irritated whine, and blushed at the smirk on Dream’s face.
“You’re such a dick,” Nick bit, squirming when Dream put both of his wrists together and with one hand, held them both down. His other hand caught Nick by the jaw as he scanned the Texan boy’s flushed face and kiss-worried lips, holding him still despite how Nick shifted and fought, wanting to get his hands on Dream’s shoulders, in his shirt, in his hair.
He was frustratingly intoxicating and Nick could not get enough. Dream who smelt like heat, like sweat and aftershave. Dream who dug his fingertips into Nick’s jaw and chin, grinning while he tilted Nick’s head back so he could kiss him deeper.
The tongue that pressed into Nick’s mouth was hot and greedy as it teased his own, and Nick could feel the smug glee that oozed from the man above him. “Takes one to know one,” he whispered against Nick’s cheek, before pushing Nick’s head all the way back and dropping his mouth to the curve of his throat.
Somewhere in the back of Sapnap’s head, he registered that he could still hear the other boys. Their conversation, the video, the fight; it felt so much further away with Dream’s tongue abseiling down his neck, and numbly he wondered if the boys had forgotten they were there.
The sweet trail of kisses that crept up the side of his neck were followed by a sharp bite to the skin just below Nick’s ear, and he couldn’t stop the cry from spilling from his mouth. Grinning lips and a cruel tongue smothered the stinging pain as Nick groaned; words of: “Fuck you, that hurt,” being followed by a moan he couldn’t bite back when Clay’s hand disappeared from his jaw and reappeared between his legs, pressing flat to Nick’s straining arousal. The flush of pleasure that wasn’t quite enough dragged a helpless whimper from his tongue as Nick tried to grind up into the touch only to have it vanish altogether. “Clay-” he moaned at the greedy sucking on his neck, loud and desperate and without a touch of shame. “Fuck, touch me- Please,” he gasped.
And that right there was his second screw up of the night.
“Woah, WHAT!?”
“FUCK, no, my ears!”
“Oh God, oh no, that’s- they’re not fighting anymore, that’s not fighting!”
The clamour of voices exploded from Nick’s computer, their previous quiet conversation completely forgotten as all three men’s heads were undoubtedly flooded with scenes they didn’t want to imagine, ever.
Dream vanished from on top of Nick within seconds, bolting to the computer as Nick scrambled to sit upright. His face was burning hot and he could barely catch his breath as he watched Dream smack a few buttons on the computer before rounding on him.
His own cheeks were flushed bright red and the look of alarm would have made Nick laugh had their situation not been as embarrassing as it was for the both of them. “You didn’t mute your mic!?” Dream demanded and Nick stared back at him in disbelief.
“What, was I supposed to anticipate that!?” he snapped back, squirming under Dream’s dirty look. He was still embarrassingly turned on from their… activities, and he had no idea what was even going to happen now.
They were best friends who lived together, not horny teenagers who jumped each other when they got a little bit worked up!
Dream rubbed his face with his hands, taking a deep breath and holding it. After a second of silence, he let it out with an exhausted laugh, shaking his head as he lifted it to look back over at Nick. “Well, that’s going to be an uncomfortable conversation,” he said simply, and Nick couldn’t help but laugh as well. What else was there to do?
“At least they weren’t streaming,” he offered and Dream snickered at the thought, tapping a few more buttons until the screen went black. Nick dropped back onto the mattress, hands on his face as he took a few breaths. His heart was still racing like crazy, and the pressure between his legs was starting to ache.
When he pushed back up onto his forearms, dropping a hand to readjust himself as he lifted his gaze to Dream. Sharp, green eyes were locked on him, more specifically his hand, which paused in its movements under the intense stare.
Nick watched with bated breath as a small smile twisted Dream’s lips, eyes dragging up over Nick as if considering all the things he could do to him. Wondering what was going through Clay’s head made Nick’s stomach drop and head spin. Dream slowly returned to the edge of the bed and Nick sat up further, unsure if he felt more scared of excited by the look in Clay’s eyes. He moved to drag his legs back towards him, but before he could get very far, Dream’s hands were locking onto his ankles, one hard pull dragging Nick to the edge of the mattress.
He tipped his head back to look up at Dream, biting his tongue when Dream cupped his cheek, running his thumb along his bottom lip.
“That’s an issue for another day,” Dream said, wetting his lip with his tongue as he tipped Nick’s head back further. He shifted back, arms barely holding him up as he tilted his head away from Dream’s hand.
“Oh yeah?” he asked, a nervous laugh dropping from his mouth as he scooted back further.
Dream nodded, grin unfazed as he crawled onto the mattress. A hand to Nick’s chest pushed him back onto the mattress, another hand sliding up the inside of Nick’s leg. “Yeah,” Dream said, ghosting his fingers over the front of his sweats and watching Nick bite back a whimper. “Kinda busy right now.” He dipped down, capturing Nick’s mouth in another kiss; this one sweeter and softer than any of their others. He coaxed a soft sound from Nick’s throat, sucking his bottom lip and drawing his tongue out to flick against his own.
“Busy?” Nick gasped when Dream pulled back for a breath, both hands falling to the waistband on Nick’s sweatpants.
Idea on hold for later. When the time comes, it will go to A03, and will not be a reader insert anymore.
The Farm
The Miller brothers x f curvy /plus size reader
About: After finding out your family inherited some land, you take a part time job at the first farm you can find to learn the ropes. Less than thrilled to leave your old life behind, you arrive at the farm fearing the worse, but when you meet the three brothers, you realize this may be more of an adventure than you think.
AN: I know nothing about farming so I might not get too detailed. But any farmer friends or mutuals that wanna chat basics, I’m totally open and all ears. 💜
Will be nsfw! Look, men have all the fun in everything. Reader is gonna get hers! In honor of us curvy plus babes, I’m dedicated this fic to us. Still, anyone can read.
A/N: Okay so this is a little birthday gift to my amazing friend Victoria (@choicessa). It’s a beautiful Matt steam, so hopefully you like it. Also, this was really fun to write! It’s really hot and steamy under the cut, which apparently doesn’t work on the app so it’s under the summary.
Tag list: @the-everlasting-dream, @choicessa, @mariawalkerwrites, @lilywoood
I’m taking requests for fics. Those of you that have requested a fic, it is in the makings! If you would like to request here are prompt lists -
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50 Dialog Prompts
Angsty Dialog Prompts
Kiss Prompts For Writers and Artists
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the fiction. All rights go to Pixelberry Studios.
Word count: 1,072
Pairing: Matt x Nikki (MC)
Rating: M (Definitely for Mature audiences)
Warnings: Really suggestive themes. I can’t stress it enough!
Summery: A drunk night in with Matt. Things always take wild turns with these two, but being drunk only enhances those feelings.
Her lips were stained red from the wine that they had been drinking. Her giggles filled the room, making Matt smile.
‘What’s so funny?’ He asked curiously.
Nikki smiled and sighed, ‘Everything is just so right in this moment!’ Matt’s smile turned into a full blown grin.
‘As long as everything means you Nik.’ Nikki blushed and cupped his cheek, before planting a tender kiss to his lips.
‘So, your friend releases a movie, and you’re here giving me compliments and getting drunk. Why?’ Matt shrugged, taking Nikki’s glass out of her hands and placing both his and hers on the table.
‘I guess it’s because you mean a lot more to me than her. Also, because I can do this,’ he placed another deep kiss to her lips. Nikki giggled a little at how desperate Matt felt against her, but her laughing died down as Matt laid her on the couch.
She broke apart from him, and gazed into his eyes. ‘That was a bold move Rodriguez.’ Nikki stated, smiling.
‘Not bold enough.’ Nikki cocked an eyebrow, but didn’t have nearly enough time to respond.
Matt had flipped them over, and Nikki was now laying on top of him. His hand running through her hair, as she relaxed against his chest, trying to stop the spinning.
‘Okay! That was a bold move!’ She said sitting up to straddle him.
His hands wandered down, tracing her curves, causing goosebumps to rise on her body. His hands stopped on her waist and she bit her lip in anticipation as to what was coming next.
Their eyes were locked as her hands started to wander up his chest. She leaned down as her fingers tangled in his hair, and kissed him passionately.
She gripped his hair tighter, as he deepened the kiss, and his tongue glided on her bottom lip, asking for access, which she happily gave him.
Nikki groaned as Matt moved under her. His lips moved from her lips to her jaw then her throat, leaving a trail of wet kisses.
He caught hold of the hem of the sweater dress Nikki was wearing, slowly pulling it upwards. She gasped as his hands stopped moving her sweater, and started to softly draw circles on her inner thigh.
She moaned quietly at his fingers roamed higher and higher.
Soon, she was a gasping mess. Matt’s name was the only thing leaving her lips, and the only thing she could actually think about. He was always amazing at pleasuring her, but somehow, when they were drunk, it was like everything was more. An unexplainable more. But it felt different. Like the need for each other was different.
She reached her peak, and Matt’s lips caught hers, swallowing her moans of pleasure.
After breaking the kiss, and coming down from her high, she settled on Matt’s torso.
‘My need for you keeps growing.’ Nikki whined. Matt raised his eyebrow, as a smirk grew on his face. ‘Don’t look at me like that Mattéo. My need for you keeps growing like some other things.’ She winked at him, as he flushed.
‘Now, please don’t keep me waiting any longer.’ Matt obliged and flipped them once again. This time, Nikki on the bottom and him on the top.
Their clothes were quickly scattered all over the living room floor, and it was just skin against skin, mixed with raw emotions and so much vulnerability.
Nikki found her release, Matt finding his shortly after, and they both called the others name as Matt collapsed atop of Nikki.
After a while, they were both lying there, content. Nikki played with Matt’s hair, as his head was against her chest, and his arms were wrapped around her waist.
‘Thank you.’ She whispered, before her eyes started to droop. Those needed to be her final words. She always remembered her and Matt’s first time, and how he thanked her for what happened.
She suddenly felt Matt fidget, as his warm hands caressed her soft skin. Nikki moaned when his breath made contact with her skin, before his lips followed, leaving a blazing trail wherever his lips went.
She shivered as his lips rove higher and his hands made their way up her body, then entwining their hands together.
Matt whispered huskily into her ear, ‘I love you,’ before pressing into her. Her nails dug into his back, as her mouth found his in a searing and passionate kiss.
He loved the way she came undone under his touch. How she sometimes cursed when the pleasure got too much, and how her head tilted back when her back arched up. It all made him feel so much more alive.
After coming down once again, Nikki laughed a little as she laid on top of Matt.
‘What’s so funny?’ Matt asked for the second time that night.
‘Nothing’s funny, I’m just so…content.’ She finished, smiling.
‘So am I Nik.’ Matt said running his hand through her hair, and kissing her forehead.
‘Let’s go to bed. I’m all for the couch, but a bed is a comfier place for sleeping.’ Nikki nodded tiredly, before slipping Matt’s shirt on, leaving most of the buttons undone.
She slipped her hand into his, as he guided her up the stairs. He closed the door gently as Nikki entered the room.
She pulled back the duvet before locking eyes with Matt. He walked over to her slowly, before placing his hand behind her neck, pulling her into another kiss. Her knees became weak, and he gently set her down on the bed.
Her hand traveled the length of his chest, before stopping at the waistband of his pants.
‘Someone’s greedy tonight.’ Nikki laughed.
‘I suppose I am. But do you have a problem with it?’ Matt shook his head.
‘Nope.’ Just then, Nikki yawned.
‘I think I’m due for some sleep.’ Matt gave her one last kiss before walking to the other side of the bed.
He turned on his lamp and looked over at Nikki to make sure she was settled. His eyes widened as he saw her bare back.
‘I can feel your eyes roaming up my body Matt.’ Nikki said smirking, before turning her head around her shoulder.
‘It’s hard to not look at you like that.’ Nikki shook her head and got under the covers, facing Matt.
‘That’s for another time Matt.’ Matt got under the covers, wrapping his arm around Nikki’s waist.
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1. Whispering “I love you” between kisses + 2. That little moan during the kiss when you bite their lip
warning: its a little ns/fw, a lil steamy, and implies sex
Luke wasn’t a jealous person. He wasn’t possessive, or territorial, or anything like that. He wasn’t a jealous person.
Therefore, he wasn’t jealous of the man getting all up in Ryan’s space by the bar. His fiance was sitting there, blushing, and being showered in flattery and sweet talk by a man who looked like he hadn’t brushed his teeth in three years.
Luke’s hands were curled in fists as he watched, completely unaware of what Jonathan was rampantly talking about. Yes, it was rude of him and he’d apologise later, but when that man laid a hand on Ryan’s thigh Luke had had enough. He stood, ignoring Jonathan’s confused stare and strode over to the bar to stop beside the pair.
“Hands off,” Luke commanded, meeting the man’s eye with a ferocious glare. “Go shit in an alleyway and get the fuck away from my fiance.”
At the bold title, the man’s bushy brows show up to his hairline and he slowly removed his hand. Luke slid his arm around Ryan’s back and felt pride seep through him as his fiance leaned into his side. “Alright, alright- I didn’t realise he belonged to someone.”
Now, although Luke might have been a little jealous, he was still a damn gentleman and no one talked down to Ryan in front of him.
He took a step forward, grabbing a fistful of the man’s shirt and yanking him close. “He doesn’t belong to shit, you fuck. He’s his own person and that damn sexy ring on his finger shows he ain’t interested. Fuck. Off.” With his hostile words and a shove to the man’s chest, he waited until the door of the bar was swinging shut and those yellow teeth were nowhere to be seen before turning back to Ryan.
He was surprised to find the man with wide eyes and dilated pupils, watching Luke with an unreadable look. With the way he kept his hands planted firmly in his lap, Luke could guess what the other was feeling. One hand shot up to snap around Luke’s wrist and the way Ryan’s tongue flicked out to moisten his lips had Luke hypnotised.
“Car. Now.” Words quiet but solid, thick with attraction and heavy with urgency. Luke didn’t wait, slipping his hand into Ryan’s and pulling him towards the exit. When they reached Luke’s truck in the back of the car park, Ryan was climbing into the backseat with a gleam in his eye.
Luke followed as the man wriggled around onto his back and his mouth was on Ryan’s before the door was shut behind them. “God,” Ryan murmured, lifting one hand to tangle in Luke’s hair. “That was so hot, Luke.” He pressed the words into his fiance’s mouth as Luke pressed in close and slot himself between Ryan’s legs.
“You’re mine.” He growled the words (the very not-possessive words) against Ryan’s lips as he eased them apart with his tongue and pressed closer.
Ryan lifted his hips off the car seat, allowing those big hands to slide around and grasp his butt. Luke ground down between his legs and sucked on Ryan’s bottom lip. At the pressure of his teeth, Ryan let out a low moan, grip on Luke’s hair tightening.
“I love you,” he whispered, yanking at Luke’s shirt until the man finally shed it. Their mouths came together as soon as it was gone and Ryan sighed, pressing his tongue against Luke’s. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he pushed, allowing his own shirt to be messily unbuttoned and yanked out of the way.
Luke dropped his mouth to the pale expanse of Ryan’s neck, biting at the sensitive skin as he fumbled with Ryan’s belt. “I love you.” He painted the words beneath his hickey and hissed as he finally loosened Ryan’s pants enough to slip a hand inside. “Let me show you how much.”
Because we didn't get much Waige Tonight, can you write a New Years fic? Maybe one where Paige kisses Walters cheek at midnight and smudges lipstick on his cheek? I love fics where the couple isn't established yet and I think you could write a super awesome and feel inducing story.
I currently have a longer NYE work in the making (after finishing the next chapter of “Kill Switch”), but here’s a little something. :) PS. This didn’t exactly turn out the way you wanted, but… I just couldn’t stop typing!! (literally, it’s 4 am where I live.) Warning: It gets pretty steamy at the end… I just couldn’t end the story after a “cheek” kiss. I know this scenario would have most likely NEVER happened on the show, but hey, a girl can type and dream, right? ;)
PS. Feel free to read it here, but I’ll put this on FanFiction.Net after I wake up in the morning.
Another Resolution
Not too long after the fire died down and all of the artificial snow had melted, everybody was exhausted from their snowball fight and was ready to retire for the night. Walter, who definitely did not want to share a tent with Sylvester, watched everyone head for separate tents. Toby and Happy, much to Walter’s surprise (and grimace), slipped inside the same tent, and Cabe climbed into another - the one furthest away from Sylvester’s tent. Though the thought of sharing a tent with a snoring human calculator didn’t sit well with Walter, sharing a tent with Cabe was infinitely worse. Cabe might not be a snorer, but he wasn’t exactly a quiet sleeper either. Not to mention, their body sizes. While Walter was a tall, somewhat muscular man, Cabe was broad and stocky…. Being in the same tent with the agent wouldn’t be very comfortable….
He then spotted Paige walking Ralph to the door and quietly ordering him to go down to the loft and brush his teeth. As the boy disappeared beyond the door, Walter slowly approached the young mother and smiled. “What you did for everyone… setting all of this up… helping everyone forget about what happened today…. that was…,” he casually bit his lip and leaned slightly to his right as she naturally reciprocated his movement and angled herself towards him, “Thank you.”
Paige, always happy and ready to receive any sort of gratitude from Walter O’Brien, swayed her hips as she folded her arms across her chest and grinned. “Awww, you’re welcome.” She suddenly took a step towards him and winked. “But you know,” she glided her hands down to his and rubbed her thumbs carefully and appreciatively over his coarse knuckles, “I couldn’t have pulled all of this off without you.”
“I, uh,” he paused at the way she was gazing into his eyes and gulped. “Th-that is a c-correct statement. Um, I… I did provide the snow….”
“Which, as I said earlier,” she squeezed his hands gently and brought them to her waist before gracefully stringing her arms around his neck, “was very, very sweet of you.” She cocked her head slightly and then grinned. “Watching you… having fun… was especially entertaining.” Gently, she weaved her fingers through his soft curls and quietly added, “I like seeing this fun, playful side of you.” Walter blinked in response so she bravely continued. “Someday,” she caressed his cheeks, “Someday I hope to know all sides of you, Walter O’Brien…. I…,” she glanced at his lips and then his eyes, “I want to know everything about you….” She paused for a second before adding, “And I hope…, someday, you’d want to know everything about me, too.”
Walter, completely and utterly stunned by her words, parted his mouth and spotted her lower lip curling under her upper lip. He wanted to kiss her again. God, did he want to kiss her again and forget about being professional… forget about the image of Scorpion… forget about his unhappiness whenever she wasn’t near. Maybe just this once… kissing her and holding her and simply being with her would be okay….
“Walter..?”
“Hm?” The genius didn’t trust himself to speak as she cupped his cheeks and softly smiled at him.
She stepped up on her tiptoes and slowly began to close the distance between them. She slightly angled her face as her nose grazed against his and whispered, “Happy New Year, Walter.” She then touched her lips to his cheek and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Mom!”
Paige and Walter jumped apart in seconds and looked anywhere but at each other when Ralph came running up the stairs. “Mom!” the boy exclaimed again.
“Shhhhh,” Paige covered Ralph’s mouth with her palm and bent over to kiss the top of his head as she combed her free fingers through his thick hair, “not so loud.”
“Sowwy,” the boy mumbled against her palm.
She gently removed her hand from her son’s mouth and quietly asked, “What is it, baby?”
“Can I sleep in Cabe’s tent?”
Paige, surprised, lifted her eyebrows. “You don’t want to sleep in my tent?”
“I do, but…,” Ralph glanced at Walter for a second before returning his attention to his mother. “Physically, it’s impossible for Cabe and Walter to fit comfortably inside a tent. I’m the smallest of the three of us, and Cabe is the largest, in terms of width. It makes sense for me to be the one to share the tent with him.”
Walter and Paige glanced at one another, and once the genius gave the liaison a small nod of approval, Paige turned back to her son and cupped his cheeks. “Okay then.” She kissed his forehead. “Behave and do everything Cabe asks you to… if he’s not already asleep yet.”
“Okay,” Ralph quietly exclaimed as he bolted for Cabe’s tent.
After the boy climbed inside and zipped up the tent’s entrance, Walter scratched the back of his neck and nervously chuckled. “So, um,” he pursed his lips and gulped, “You can take the last tent, and I’ll just, uh, sleep downstairs.”
“Oh, come on,” Paige playfully rolled her eyes and grabbed hold of Walter’s hand, “It won’t be that bad.” She dragged him to the tent and ordered him to climb inside first. He, with very little reason to argue, obeyed and slipped inside the tent. He frowned. There was only one sleeping bag stretched across the floor of the tent, all ready for use. He could have sworn he placed two sleeping bags in each tent…. Paige, after noticing why Walter was taking so long, casually touched the back of his shoulder and whispered, “It’s okay, Walter. Just… lie down, and I’ll… well, I’ll be creative.”
“Okay…,” the genius mumbled as he fell onto the sleeping bag and twisted himself until he was facing the mesh stretching across the ceiling above him. He had one hand pillowing his head and the other resting over his abdomen. After sliding inside the tent and zipping up the door, Paige, much to Walter’s delight (or fear… he wasn’t sure yet), fell beside him and used his chest as her pillow. She then automatically laced her fingers with his and curled her ankle over his leg before craning her neck upward to gaze into his eyes.
“I promise I won’t bite.”
“Oh, believe me,” Walter mumbled as he tried not to focus on where her knee was almost touching, “That’s not what I’m worried about.”
Paige smirked to herself and squeezed his hand in response as she slowly closed her eyes.
A few minutes of dead silence passed before Walter, who wasn’t ready to sleep yet, wanted Paige’s opinion on something. “I have another resolution….”
Paige, who was also still awake, opened her eyes and found the genius staring at her. “Oh?” She twisted her body around and carefully hovered over him so she could see his illuminated features better. “And what’s that?”
He paused for a moment before answering when she pressed her chest to his and brushed the tips of her fingers through his curls. He naturally slid his palms behind her to keep her steady and rested them against the small of her back as she continued to graze her fingers along the sides of his face. When he was ready to speak, he cleared his throat and inhaled a deep breath.
“By the end of the year,” he mumbled quietly as he brought his left hand to her face and softly rubbed his thumb over her lips, “I want to have a… uh… a better understanding of love.”
Paige, incredibly surprised, cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “I thought you didn’t believe in love.”
“… I was wrong.” He paused for a beat before explaining his answer. “Toby, today, went through hell trying to find Happy because he loves her. At first, I thought him going after her was unwise, but then, with a little help from Toby, I realized I would move heaven and earth to find you if you were the one in Happy’s place. I don’t know if that’s love or… something else, but it provided me with some clarity.”
“What… sort of clarity?” Paige asked, unable to hide the colorful smile spreading across her lips.
“… I… I want to give us.. you and me… a shot.” Walter spoke quietly and quickly. “I don’t want to have any regrets…,, and,” he found himself looking only at her plump lips, “I like the way you make me feel when you hold my hands or… hold me like th–”
Before Walter could even finish his rambling thoughts, Paige grabbed his warm cheeks and crashed her mouth to his, prompting the man to kiss her as passionately as she was kissing him.
And he did.
God, did he kiss her. Instinctively, Walter wrapped his arms around Paige and held her to his body as he twisted the two of them over until he was the one doing the pinning. He then linked his fingers with hers and held them above her head as his mouth memorized the feel of her lips touching his. Paige found herself curling her legs around Walter’s middle, and as she clung to him, he absentmindedly rolled his hips against hers, eliciting a small, quiet moan from the back of Paige’s throat. And as she opened her mouth against his and pleasurably whimpered again, he kissed her harder and plunged his tongue past her lips.
Good God….
Paige closed her eyes as Walter feathered kisses along her neck and purred when he sucked on her soft skin at the base of her throat. This man was beautifully driving her insane, and all she wanted was more of Walter kissing her and holding her and touching her… and loving her.
He wanted to love her too.
Paige, as Walter trailed fiery kisses along her collarbone, clumsily loosened the buttons of Walter’s shirt and pushed it off of his shoulders before pulling at the hem of his white undershirt. He helped her lift it over his head, and after she peeled the shirt off of him, she tossed it to the side and slowly rubbed her palms over his broad, muscular shoulders.
Walter stared at the way Paige’s dark red blouse was tucked into her frilly skirt before slowly loosening the material from her waistline. Paige knew what the genius wanted and glided off her shirt for him. She then cupped his face and brought his lips back to hers for a hot, wet kiss as his fingers played with the clasp of her bra.
He carefully unhooked the material concealing her breasts and slowly stripped the straps off of her shoulders, but Paige didn’t give him any time to look at her bare chest as she strung her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth. The way her flesh felt against his made his mind swirl, but he wanted more. God, did he want more.
“I want this…,” he whispered into her ear as their fingers entwined together. “…I… I want you.”
Paige, absolutely breathless, gently kissed his lips and muttered, “I want you, too, Walter. I have for a long time, now.” She brought one of his hands to her breast and smiled. “I’m all yours….”
Walter, completely amazed by this woman, lowered himself down to kiss her when –
“You do realize we can all hear you two, right?” Toby suddenly exclaimed from his and Happy’s tent, and the couple froze. They had forgotten they weren’t alone.
Walter immediately slumped forward, pressing his chest to Paige’s as she nervously laughed. “Rain check?”
“Oh,” Walter surprised her with a kiss, “most definitely.”
