Here's a weird dream I had quite a while back, I wrote down what I could remember from the dream. Buckle up because this can be quite weird.
The first I remember is that I'm at some home, where I assume that I'm a babysitter, for pack of children. We talk about which movie we're gonna watch, which ends on being Fast and furious. As the movie plays, the scenery changes to something that resembles modern fast and furious.
There's speed and action all around me, cars, explorations etc etc. Then a flying vehicle comes by as it's supposed to pick us up, then one after another the cars gets into the flying vehicle. But then one of the cars starts to change into a completely different car, my pov stays on the car for a bit. Then two captain America shields rolls by me and attaches themselves to a motorcycle, becoming the wheels for said motorcycle.
The scenery changes once again, to a kitchen. Where Chris Evans, is cooking! We talk a bit back and forth to each other as a black man (who I now assume are Samuel L Jackson as nick fury) comes walking by and says something to Chris that I didn't quite get, but I think it was something about getting older and age?
Chris makes a plate of food while I take a look around his home, which looks like something close to sea. I walk outside on the pedestrian bride that the home is right next to, I take a little look around and notices a rather large set of stairs that goes upwards. I take a few steps up the stairs until I encounter a man that I at the given moment thought was drunk and I want him to go away. But he doesn't go away and we end up "fighting", but when he gets into the light, I see that's it's Frank Castle. And he's completely wounded in the face, I get him down to Chris and he starts to get Frank inside. But there were some men on the stair that was after Frank, coming down from the stairs.
The area starts to change to a different building with a long hallway, Frank and Chris walks down the hallway while I try to get the people after Frank away from them so they'll chase me instead. And once again the scenery changes again to something that resembles a hospital, that's filled with Asians...🤨 I'm getting chased through the hospital by 3-4 men and I'm trying to make slip, with a bottle of fish sauce that I apparently have on me...
That didn't succeed at all, shortly after water and soap is getting spread around on the floor. And the area starts to change into a sort of water slide, I lay down on my stomach and starts to glide on the floor. I start picking up speed and I spot a man that signals that I need to lay on my back with my arms crossed over my chest, I keep on sliding down and end on the Left of two tubes and has managed to get some distance from the men that were after me.
At the end of the "waterslide" I end up in a room and slide up against the wall where water is coming out of, I look to side and spots a way out. But as I'm on my way up, I hear someone starting to laugh. A man that I assume had been chasing me, shows himself and he has some weird looking prosthetic arm. It looked like some weird drill like arm (and it was huge), I take a step back and he walks towards me.
We stand across each other and I try to get away, but there where I want to put my feet are there suddenly spikes. So I hesitate on placing my foot there, then the guy starts monologuing about something I don't remember. So there's nothing else to do but fight!... that ends super quickly after I land one punch. To the Right side to me, is new way out. I am soaked, half naked and I'm in some sort tunnel. I go to the Right and after a few steps I get to a little set of concrete stairs where their is light.
I walk up the stairs and I see a huge window with a built in door, before I walk through the door. I spot a boy I had seen previously when I had been chased through the hospital, I walk through the door looks at what looks like a gym. Shortly after I've entered, I see Chris and I start to walk with a limb towards Chris who's in the middle of a conversation. I call him as I'm walking towards him, I throw myself at him and gets my arms around his neck sobbing. As I'm sobbing, he asks me a few times in a worried tone if I need anything
And to his question, I answer lemon cheesecake. And right afterwards, I'm sitting at a small table with a piece of lemon cheesecake and a lemon shake. Taz Skylar (he who plays Sanji in the live action one piece show) sits/stands across from me (I assume he's the one who made said cheesecake and shake), I have talked with Chris and Taz about the situation with Frank, and it sounds like we can't live a normal life anymore...
And that's how the dream ends, it has definitely been on of the more chaotic ones I've ever had, but hey if you liked it do give a like and or share
“You sure you’re alright?” he asked again, still eying you, now a bit suspicious.
“I was just thinking,” you couldn’t entirely hide your grin but managed to tone it down a bit, “that you look fucking obscene.”
“Ah, dammit,” a giggle tumbled from his mouth, boyish and maybe even a bit flustered, “I was aiming for delicious. But I’ll take obscene as well, thank you very much.”
Without breaking eye-contact, you drank some water. This was fun, had been fun, but you could already feel your restlessness building up again. You had to leave, the sooner the better, before he said something like -
This is a series where every part can be read as a one-shot, but if you’re reading it in order, you can witness your relationship develop.
PLEASE, DO ME JUST LIKE THAT
Are you in for a casual hookup turning into more? I got you, babes, just give me a hot sec.
THE CHASE
I started working on this the other day and quickly noticed that this is going to be a longer project. I plan on telling a story of two idiots in love who just don’t seem to find the right timing.
Bear with me for this will take a while to get finished.
Little update: so far I’m at roughly 10k worth of words and still not close to done, let alone edited any of it. What am I doing to myself here?
Come find the other parts on my series masterlist!
Or find my other stuff on the masterlist!
warnings: rpf (don‘t like, don‘t read), pure fluff, banter, biting, strong language, heavy suggestiveness, no mentions of y/n, i’m trying to keep the reader‘s appearance as vague as possible, the only thing that is implied is that Taz is taller than us and that he’s able to pick us up - if you notice something that i haven‘t mentioned yet, let me know!
wordcount: 2.5k
a/n: And here is the last part I’ve written for these two - I’m a bit sad about it ending, but at the same time thrilled to work on my other two wip’s. You’ll read of me again (if you want to). 💋
Sometimes, when you and Taz were among people, both of you tended to forget that others could actually see you.
For example, there existed a photo of you standing next to Taz, who was sitting on a wall in the old town of a small Spanish village, and he had his hand slipped inside the leg of your shorts, softly kneading your butt-cheek. Both you and he were turned away from the camera, you looking down at him, his eyes set on something distant.
A friend of yours had taken it, with a very nice camera, and had sent it to you a few days later without any further comment. Which you found hilarious - they had neither felt shy about capturing Taz touching you in a quite intimate way, nor sending the photo to you absolutely casually.
You loved that picture, had immediately set it as your background on each and every device you owned. It had been such a beautiful day, going out with friends, enjoying the sun, sightseeing and simply living your best life.
Your favourite aspect about it was that your friend had perfectly caught the casualness of that moment.
Taz had waited for you outside a local store you wanted to browse, patient as ever as you were flicking through colourful art prints, turning pottery in your hands, admiring radiant screen-printed textiles.
As you had been standing at the cash register to pay for what felt like your hundredth linen bag (this one with a graphical pattern in coral and turquoise), your gaze had wandered over to your handsome boyfriend, sitting in the shadow of a tree, leaning back on his arms, enjoying a peaceful moment.
And your heart had felt so full that you had a hard time taking your eyes off of him when the employee was done cashing in, handing you your now nicely wrapped purchase.
Putting your sunglasses back on, you’d strolled over to Taz, defenceless as ever against the magnetism he exerted on you. Most of the time, you felt like a meteorite circulating his orbit, repeatedly getting pulled in again whenever drifting too far off.
He hadn't looked up at you when you’d come to a stand next to him to tell him what you’d bought, but his warm hand had splayed over the back of your thigh, gently squeezing the softness there, before he’d let it slip upward and into the leg of your shorts.
And that had been when your friend had pressed the shutter release and immortalised the tenderness of that moment.
Another thing that happened frequently was that you would pinch one of his nipples whenever they caught your eyes under a tight shirt. Which pretty often was the case, and which you weren’t ashamed of at all.
Taz, on the other hand, well… you guessed his problem with that habit of yours was mostly that he was the one being pinched. Because when he caught you by surprise and nipped at one of yours, he found it hilarious.
The first time you’d done that to him with someone else present, you’d ended up actually fighting him.
He’d been engrossed in a conversation and you’d just casually walked by to get inside the house you’d been staying at and fetch a drink from the fridge. When you’d been passing him, he’d shot you a wink, followed by a smug grin when he saw your cheeks turning pink.
The entire day he’d acted this way, playful and cheeky, flustering you constantly.
So, obviously, you couldn’t just let him have that.
Without thinking it through completely, you’d briefly stopped and leaned in to him, knowing he’d expect a chaste kiss. But when he’d made to close the distance, you’d quickly reached out and tweaked his right nipple with a bit too much force if you were being honest.
Taz had yelped, the friend who he’d been talking to had broken into roaring laughter, exclaiming that they’d wanted to do this for so long but never dared to. They had then reached out and tried to go for the other one.
Elegantly ditching this second assault, Taz had grabbed you by the arm and yanked you into him. The surprised sound that had escaped you as you’d collided with his broad chest had made him snicker meanly. Then he’d bent down to you, almost wrapped his upper body around you to keep you in place, and with his lips touching the shell of your ear, he’d rasped, “You’ll pay for this.”
And then he’d bitten down into your neck, hard, thereby tearing a sound from your throat that had been slightly too intimate for the very public setting you’d been in.
Your face turned searing hot in an instant, your insides coiling into a winding knot. “Fuck, Taz, that hurt!”
But there had been no real heat behind your complaint, at least no anger. As you’d tried to wiggle out of his hold while his fingers had found their way under your top to push into your ribs, you’d noticed a whole different kind of heat building up inside you.
Only now you’d realised you’d completely forgotten about the friend Taz had been talking to when you’d first approached him.
“I’m so sorry,” giggling, you’d called out for them, still trying to unwind from Taz’s grip.
“Don’t worry about me,” they’d answered, not even batting an eye at your antics.
With all the force you’d been capable of, you’d pushed Taz away from you and almost succeeded - but Taz had been fast und absolutely unwilling to yield. He’d grabbed you by your hips and picked you up, carrying you across the patio and threatening to throw you into the pool.
Only very nearly had you escaped that fate by holding onto his neck and peppering kisses all over his face, begging for mercy.
There had been a few times when you’d gotten carried away and two, three, four kisses had turned into fully making out, causing whoever had been present to politely cough, or worse, feigning to retch.
More than once you’d thrown heated glances at each other across a room, only to blush like a schoolgirl when the person you’d been talking to had followed your gaze and murmured something like, “that one, huh?”
As of now, you were getting ready to go out with Taz that night whilst thinking about the various times you’d indulged in him showing his affection for you in public. He’d never been shy about that, even if you might’ve acted a bit restrained. The way he never induced any doubt that you were the person he was involved with perpetually caused your heart to swell.
“How’s it going?” Taz stuck his head into the bedroom where you were standing in front of the closet, considering what to put on.
You offered him a brief smile. “Still debating,” you held up a dress, nose scrunched, “what are you wearing?”
Stepping fully into the room, he took a slow spin to show off his outfit, which basically consisted of nothing else but a pair of wide jeans and a slim-fitting long-sleeve.
Sighing, you put the dress back into the closet. More to yourself, you mumbled, “so I can basically wear whatever,” being none the wiser.
When you sat back onto the bed, Taz settled into your side. “What’re you struggling with?”, he asked, his lips gracing your bare shoulder, tracing the pebbling of your skin his gentle touch triggered.
“I brought these trousers,” you gestured towards them, still sitting on a hanger, “but I forgot to pack the shirt I wanted to wear them with. Jeans and shirt feel a bit too informal,” Taz huffed at that, feigning offence, “but I could pull that off if I combined it with slippers… I guess.”
“Can’t remember the last time you struggled with clothing.”
You hummed approvingly. “Hormones, maybe.”
“Nothing else?”
Turning your head, you looked at him, scrutinising, trying to decipher his thoughts. But his face gave nothing away, he just looked back at you, softly smiling, before he reached up to smooth the crease between your eyebrows with his thumb.
“Just checking in with you is all,” he said, leaning forward, breathing against your lips, “feel like I haven’t done that in a while.”
“A while’s a bit of a stretch.” Without you meaning to, your lips pulled into a smile when he tenderly pushed his nose against the side of yours. “Kiss me already,” you crooned, sighing deeply when he did.
This didn’t bring you any closer to leaving the flat, much more likely delaying your departure. But you were only human, and you could only do so much to resist this embodiment of temptation being your boyfriend.
So when Taz angled his head to deepen the kiss, you more than willingly went along, pulling him impossibly closer with one hand on his neck and the other curled into the collar of his shirt.
Quickly, without ever stopping to kiss you, he unhooked your bra. You giggled into his hungry mouth when you heard the cluttering as he threw it somewhere behind him.
Instantly, his hands were on you again, fingers plucking on your peaking nipples, eager lips swallowing every sound that escaped you. Blindly you reached for the hem of his shirt, pushing it up over his stomach, but he was so quick in leaning back and pulling it over his head you barely had time to come to breath again.
Like a man starved he dove back in, messily kissing your lips, then wandering down your jaw to your neck and collarbone, leaving a wet trail all the way.
“You on the run or something,” your voice sounded breathless already, and hadn’t you been this long with him already, embarrassment about that would’ve made your face burn red-hot.
“So you want to be properly late, yeah?” he breathed against your neck after wetting your skin with his tongue, bringing you to a shudder, “not just fashionable late?” He leaned further into you, the weight of his body causing you to fall backwards onto the mattress. “Want me to take my time with you?”
You half-nodded, half-shook your head at that, unsure about what you were about to agree to. Giggling, you watched him climb on top of you, straddling your body, pressing your legs together with his feet.
“Undecided?” He smirked down at you, and your breath stuttered from anticipation. “Tell me what you want me to do, love. I’ll be good and listen,” now his smirk edged on getting mean, “maybe.”
“Jesus Christ,” was all you could manage with your body feeling like it was on fire.
Taz snickered lowly, bending down to softly nip at your breast. “Haven’t seen him around in a while.” He then sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, grazed it with his teeth, humming when you moaned audibly. His following bite caused you to swear, sucking your breath in sharply. “That’s more like it,” he murmured, moving over to the other side.
But as he was about to tend to you there, he halted, looking up at your face through his lashes. “You still need to tell me what you want, love,” blowing a soft kiss to your delicate skin, “come on, don’t be shy.”
And even though you really weren’t, you felt your face heat up at his allegation. You knew this was a game he liked to play - teasing and pestering you was something that was almost carved into his soul at this point - and maybe it was nothing more than your earlier uncertainty that made you feel this way. But feeling flustered by him and his antics led to you growing equal parts angry and turned on, which could turn out to be a disastrous combination very quickly.
Firmly holding his gaze, you gathered what was left of your steadiness and told him, “do whatever,” knowing perfectly well what risk you were taking with putting it like that, unable to resist it anyway, “just make sure I at least come twice.”
His body shot up abruptly. “Just twice? What is that, fucking modesty? Shit, woman, as if I couldn’t give you four.” He looked almost offended, grasping his chest and all, bringing you to a laugh despite the heated situation you were in.
When his face softened again, you felt your heart swell. As much as you enjoyed the banter, when he looked at you like that - like he’d never seen something so precious - you felt like falling for him all over again.
You reached out to him and he gladly obliged, leaning into your touch, closing his eyes as you stroke down his neck and chest. His guttural hum made your heartbeat stumble, and as you let your fingers trickle across his stomach to the waistband of his jeans, he looked at you again, gaze intense and hot.
You couldn’t care less about being late.
This was exactly the place where you wanted to be.
Some time later, after two and a half intense orgasms on your count and about three not all that serious apologies about his ‘lack of performance’ from Taz, you reached for your phone lying on the nightstand to check the time.
Taz, whose head was propped on your stomach, not caring about the shared sweat he was marinating in, made a disagreeing sound, blindly reaching upwards to bring your hand back into his hair. “Leave it,” he mumbled, “stay with me for a little while longer.”
“We’re invited,” you half-heartedly insisted, but still went back to massaging his scalp.
“They’ll understand.”
“You can’t let them know we’re late because we couldn’t resist fucking.”
Taz chuckled and let his fingers wander up your sides. “As if they don’t know already,” he tickled you a bit before he stroked back down with a wide palm, “as if they actually care.”
“Fine,” you still reached up for your phone again, even if it was just to check how late you were going to be. You should probably take another shower before leaving, to wash off the sweat and the lingering scent of sex.
But when you tapped the screen to life, your gaze didn’t find the clock but got distracted by your background picture, the one where Taz’s hand had slipped into your shorts from below to grab your butt.
You couldn’t help the warm smile spreading on your face by the look of that.
There was another reason why you liked that picture so much, apart from the casual proximity it showed. It had been taken on a trip you’d gone on in order to have a look at some places that were available for sale.
Because after all, you had made a choice.
The only sensible one - meaningful and thoroughly reasoned.
You had made the choice of spending your life with him, and of never letting go.
