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wordsarelife · 6 months

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pairing: peter parker (mcu) x fem!fitzsimmons!reader

summary: peter parker was everything you wanted to be, but you just couldn't hate him for it

warnings: a few little spoilers for agents of shield, this is not as sad as i wanted it to be, but whatever

notes: reader is fitzsimmons daughter! i imagine them to be pretty young parents, she might be about 16 while they're 36

you weren't sure when your obsession with peter parker had begun, but you were sure that it was psychotic at this point. you couldn't help it. there was a thin line between love and hate and you danced it every day.

your problem was that you just couldn't hate him. you honestly wished you could, be he was perfect and he was nice and you wanted to be everything that he already was.

he was a hero and you wished you could help the people like he did. you weren't special. you didn't have any abilities, you mostly stuck to the lab and spend most your time inventing things for the people that were special.

ever since your parents team had finished their last mission your mother and father had settled into the avengers facility. they decided to only work from here, after they had had you, to keep you and each other safe. and naturally, you followed their example. you were incredibly smart, and how couldn't you? you were the daughter of the most brilliant scientiests shield and the world had ever seen.

it was your dream to leave these halls and go on missions like your parents used to, but they knew the danger and wanted to keep you safe. you were homeschooled and almost never left the tower. you were like rapunzel if she had been academically gifted.

this was your personal prison and you couldn't help but wonder if this was all you were fit for.

and then came peter. he was the same age as you and he was the living proof that there was always something more to aspire, that you wouldn't ever be able to reach.

maybe it was that self-destructive behaviour, but sometimes you wished that something would bite you or that someone would experiment on you, just so you could have what they had. this jealousy made you bitter. you didn't want to be like this, and you hated yourself for basically throwing longing glances after peter every day.

"hey, sweetheart" your dad stuck his head through the door of the labatory

"hey" you smiled softly

he walked into the room, your lab coat in hand. "you forgot it in the living room"

"thanks, dad" he smiled and patted your shoulder

"peter is on his way, his suit needs some adjustments i think"

you nodded and your father left the room. you turned your back to the door and began searching the material you would need to work on the spider-man suit.

peter parker was making his way down the hall towards you lab in the same time. what you didn't know was, that he probably had the same admiration for you as you for him. he would watch you any time you didn't look. he knew that your parents on their own were smarter than tony stark, so you were like magic to him. besides that you were beautiful and funny and he wished that you would look at him like your mum looked at your dad. that was the kind of love he was longing for

"peter" you said surprised as you noticed the boy leaning in the doorway

"hey" peter smiled, stepping inside the room, after you had nodded at him

"how can i help you?" you gently took the suit from his hands

"uuh, just some suit adjustments"

"why didn't you ask uncle tony to adjust it? he build the suit, didn't he?"

"you're smarter than him" he said quickly, not wanting to reveal the real reason. he would do anything to be in your presence

"i know that" you laughed "but this is a new one" you turned the fabric around. "nano-tech" you noticed "i'm not sure if i have the right tools to work on that"

"oh" peter just said, trying to think of something else to ask you "could you take a look at my web-shooters?"

"sure" you smiled. it wasn't the first time that peter made you take a look at things that were either completely fine or he could fix himself. it made you wonder if he did it to make you even more jealous. "is something wrong with them?"

"i'm not sure" peter scratched his neck "you're better than me with those things, i'm sure you will notice if there is a problem" he was proud, he could flatter you with his answer

you had to smile. and if he just did all this to make you jealous, he was so nice, you couldn't even hate him for it.

after inspecting the shooters for a few minutes, you gave them back. "they seem fine to me"

"okay" peter said "thank you" he grabbed his things and left the room, looking at you for a last time, before he walked down the hallway

he had hoped that you would eventually get the hint. you were smart enough to know that he could fix any web-shooter problem himself, but he wasn't sure how to reach you if it hadn't to do with what you could do best. to peter's luck your social competence was at the same level as that of your father, you didn't even think that he would visit your lab just to see you and not to anger you

you took a look at the clock, noticing that it was almost time for dinner. you took off the lab coat and your gloves, before you made your way downstairs. today was sunday, which meant that the whole team would eat together.

before you walked into the big dining room, you made a stop at your family's apartment.

"alya?" you called. you opened the door to your sisters room. she was playing on the floor together with deke.

"i'm not quiet sure you should be doing this" you grabbed your sister from the floor. she was about two years old now.

"quality time with my mother, why not?" deke stood behind you while you changed alya out of her pyjama

"because your mother is a toddler right now" you rolled your eyes. "i'm sure nana and bobo would agree with me" you said sarcastically, using the nicknames deke always used with your parents

"only bobo would" he corrected "nana would think i'm the cutest"

"sure" you shrugged, adjusting alya on your hip "are you coming to dinner or are you gonna continue hiding in here?"

"like you do in your lab?" he asked

"that's not the same and you know that" you shook your head "i'm not hiding, i'm working and it's not like i don't want to be outside of this building"

"sure" deke followed you out of the apartment and down the hallway to the labs. you knocked on the door

"mum, dad" you called "dinner!"

"just think about it!" deke encouraged "meeting different people.. boys" he smirked

"stop talking like this" you shook your head, disgusted "you're my nephew"

"and currently i'm like fifteen years older than you" he shrugged "and what you need is a bit experience in terms of da-"

fitz had just stepped into the hallway at the same second and left deke no other choice than to finish his sentence differently

"-ta analysis"

fitz nodded proudly "he's right, monkey. there is no science without data analysis, it rolls off the tongue amazingly, don't you think?"

your mum, who had just left the room looked between her husband and grandson confused.

"let's just go to dinner" you suggested "maybe leave the lab coats"

your family walked down the hallway together. despite you being too late, the table was entirely empty except for peter and vision.

"huh?" fitz wondered

"a new mission?" jemma asked vision and took alya out of your arms to seat her in the high chair

"indeed, doctor simmons" vision nodded "the team has been called to an emergency. peter wasn't wanted, that is why he is here"

"thank you, vision" peter smiled sarcastically

the sarcasm didn't quiet reach vision though. "not a problem"

deke and you were the last two people standing. before you could react, deke had sat down beside vision, leaving the last avaible seat next to peter. of course the table was huge, but it would be weird to sit down away from the others, so you obligated.

deke motioned to peter with his eyes. 'experience in terms of dating' he mouthed

'shut up' you mouthed back, trying to ignore him for the rest of dinner.

"so.." peter turned to look at you "how is school going, ms genuis?"

"pretty good, i'd say" you laughed awkwardly, shoving a few fries into your mouth "my teachers are happy with my performance"

"don't be silly, darling" your mother chimed in "her teachers are astounished by her workload. but yours must be too, peter. tony tells me, you are quiet intelligent yourself"

"ehh, thank you, doctor simmons" peter smiled

"jemma is just fine" your mother looked between you and peter. she had noticed how you looked at each other

"okay" peter nodded "thank you, jemma"

"yeah, you can still call me agent fitz" your father smiled his typical smile that he would use on people he didn't like. he had just decided that he loathed the boy and definetly the way he was looking at his daughter

"fitz!" jemma scolded, but fitz just shrugged his shoulders

"i'm actually a big fan" peter said, making all heads turn to him "your work on agent coulsons team was incredible!" he complimented

"thank you, peter" jemma smiled flattered

"and y/n is so brilliant!" he went even further "she always helps me with my stuff and she invents incredible things!"

"she's amazing, we know that" fitz rolled his eyes. he was probably the proudest of you and knew how brilliant you were, he didn't need some boy to tell him

"be nice, bobo" deke smiled brightly at peter "peter, do you happen to have a girlfriend?"

fitz choked on his water, your eyes grew big, vision looked confused and peter laughed awkwardly

"n-no" he said "why do you ask?"

"whoa" fitz stood up from the table, dragging you out of your seat "look at the time! it's already so late. we have to get back to work, jemma" he pushed you towards your sister "would you get alya ready for her nap, y/n? and deke you'll help her, yeah?"

"i thought i wasn't allowed to take care of mum" deke said confused "paradoxon and all"

"just do it" fitz said aggressively

"see you, y/n!" peter could only say right before fitz pushed you and deke down the hallway, alya in your arms.

"what do you think about peter?" deke stood next to you, while you were busy putting alya into her romper

"i love petey!" alya giggled

"you don't" you shook your head at her "you don't even know him. what about him, deke?"

"he's cute, isn't he?"

"something you want to tell me?" you asked your nephew (yeah, definetly weird) while you put alya down in her crib and left the room, deke close behind you

"of course not for me. for you, nini" ever since you had found out about your relation he had called you that. just like he called you parents nana and bobo

"for me?" you wondered "you know that i don't even like him?"

"your eyes tell another story! you're always looking at him"

"because he can do everything i want to do!" you argued "i wish i could go outside and safe the world, but i'm always stuck in that stupid lab"

"you love science!" deke laughed, like he couldn't believe what you were saying "you're incredible at it!"

"i wish i wasn't" you sat down on the couch "maybe i could actually do something then" your eyes fell on the clock "i have to go back to the lab and finish some stats for uncle tony. don't play with your mother!" you quickly left the apartment, before deke could get another word in

"y/n, you're beautiful and funny" you looked around confused, before you noticed the sound coming out of your very own lab

"peter?" you asked when you opened the door and saw him standing in the middle of the room

"y/n!" peter exclaimed surprised "what are you doing here?"

"i work.. here?" you stepped into the room and closed the door behind you "another problem with the web-shooters?" you asked, grabbing your coat from it's hanger

"no, i actually came here to talk to you"

you raised your eyebrows

peter took a shaky breath "y/n" he said "you're beautiful and funny and incredibly brilliant"

you crossed your arms, confused in which direction this was going

"and i wanted to know if you'd go on a date with me?"

"a date?" you repeated, peter nodded "why?"

"w-why?" peter seemed like he did not think you would ask such a question

"you're a superhero" you reminded "why would you want to go out with me? you do know that i don't have any superpowers, right?"

peter almost had to laugh. you didn't seem like you were offended or sad that you wouldn't fit in the same social circle, but more like you couldn't crompehend why he would ask you out. just coming from a logical perspective

"i know" peter smiled "you're so much more than that! you're incredible at what you do, i wish i was that smart"

"but you are" you said, still confused "and you have super strength which is another pro"

"y/n" peter breathed "i don't think you understand what i'm trying to say"

"are you making fun of me?" you wondered "make me even more jealous?"

"jealous?" peter laughed "jealous of what? that i can maybe name the first ten numbers of pi?"

"that's not a lot" you mumbled

"i know!" peter laughed "that's what i'm saying! you're so much better at literally everything, why would you be jealous?"

"you're a hero"

"and you aren't?" peter's eyes grew soft as he noticed that you really didn't think of yourself as a hero, quite contrary to what he thought of you "how am i supposed to be a hero without my web-shooters or my suit? if you hadn't improved the shooters, i would've died last year. you don't seem to realize that your inventions save lives. not only my life, but those of the avengers, of thousands of people"

"thank you, peter" you smiled "but i don't do the actual saving"

"that's why we're a team, no one could do any saving without each other"

"i never thought about it like this" you said honestly. it was a bit like a weight had just been lifted off your shoulder. you never thought that anyone aprreciated or even noticed the work that you did in your lab. but peter had. just like you had always noticed everything about him. but only now did you realize that the feeling you had harboured wasn't envy, but love. you had loved him from the first moment on and you had loved him for what he was.

"i could never do what you do" you said "and that's okay"

"yeah" peter nodded "and you love what you do, don't you?" he stepped closer to you and you looked up at him. "did i ever tell you that you were beautiful?" he asked

"yeah" you breathed "like five minutes ago"

"no harm in saying it again" peter stepped even closer "can i kiss you?"

you nodded quickly. peter came even closer and planted a featherlight kiss onto your mouth

"i think i like you more than anyone i ever knew" you whispered "so much even i thought i should hate you"

peter paused, confused before he nodded "i'll take that. me too"

and with that he kissed you again. you deepened the kiss, your hands going into his hair, until you heard a beeping noise.

"what was that?" peter wondered

you looked behind him to confirm your suspicion "deke listened in through the baby monitor" you would keep it with you, because your lab was closest to the apartment and because your parents often couldn't check on alya when they were in the middle of an experiment. you didn't mind though, she almost never cried.

peter turned around to look at the monitor. deke was closer to the camera than you had wanted him to be, his face plastered over the entire display. "i'm so happy for you, nini!" he smiled brightly

"can he see us?" peter whispered

you shook your head "just ignore him"

peter laughed and kissed you again, while deke quickly pulled the plug of the monitor the moment he heard your lab coat hit the floor.

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queenofspades6 · 19 days

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Proposition for a new title for Episode 10 of The Bad Batch: The calm before the storm.

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redroses07 · 1 month

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My Masterlist.

Fics!

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank Dating Headcanons

Forgotten Breakfast // JJ Maybank

American Horror Story:

AHS Boys Cuddling Headcanons

Tate Langdon // Enemies to lovers Headcanons

F**k It I Love You // Michael Langdon

Young Sheldon:

Meeting His Family // Georgie Cooper

The Black Phone:

Real First Date // Vance Hopper

Stranger Things:

Detention // Mike Wheeler

Lazy Summer Days // Mike Wheeler

Nightmares // Mike Wheeler

Jake Webber and Johnnie Guilbert:

Heartfirst // Johnnie Guilbert

Heartfirst // Johnnie Guilbert pt. 2

Agents of Shield:

Day Off // Deke Shaw

Star Wars:

Coming soon!!

Mood Boards <3

Outer Banks:

Rafe Cameron Dating Aesthetic

Jake and Johnnie:

Johnnie Guilbert Dating Aesthetic

Taylor Swift:

The Last Great American Dynasty

The Archer

Agents of Shield:

Daisy Johnson/Quake Aesthetic

Deke Shaw Dating Aesthetic

American Horror Story

Kit Walker Dating Aesthetic

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starboybutler · 1 year

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Swing Down, Sweet Chariot Ch. 2 | Deke Rivers X Walter Hale

THIS STORY IS 18+ MINORS DNI.

summary: days after the incident with walter, deke can't help but think about it.

word count: 5757

trigger warnings: vomiting, panic attacks, referenced dub con(?), smut, rimming, blowjobs, loss of virginity

notes: here's chapter two!! my close friend and partner and crime bee was a very good help in motivating me ti write this! i posted this on ao3 a while ago, feel free to check it out!

read ch.1 here.

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november was always deke’s favorite month.

he loved the way the leaves fell and how the temperature began to drop. he would perform more shows in november as an excuse to leave his cabin, and mingle with other people. he lived for those loud nights in the bar, surrounded by people as they cheered him on.

tonight, however, was different.

that hyper, energetic feeling he usually had turned melancholy– and he didn't seem to have it in him to perform at all.

but he didn't want to leave the crowd hanging, so he sucked it up and went out there.

the crowd immediately burst into cheers and clapping and whistles as he stepped onto the stage, sporting his guitar. normally he would wave at the crowd, or do something so that they knew he was listening to them, but tonight, his eyes were fixed on the rickety wood floor.

he couldn't do his upbeat songs tonight. his favorite month had quickly turned dreary, and he felt like his energy was off in some distant place he couldn't reach if he tried. he didn't greet the crowd, he didn't smile at them, he just stood and began strumming his guitar, and sang from his heart.

‘I will spend my whole life through

Loving you, just loving you

Winter, summer, springtime too

Loving you, loving you’

the crowd was a bit put off by his lack of speaking, but they began to drunkenly sway to the music nonetheless. some of them grabbed other patrons and began dancing lazily to the music, making deke’s chest tighten as he tried to keep it together.

‘Makes no difference where I go or what I may do

You know that I'll always be loving you, just you’

his mind kept flashing back to walter, and what happened the previous night. the job offer, the talking, deke getting drunk and hitting on him, two orgasms and then walter was gone.

he said he would be back tonight.

as much as deke wanted to see him and apologize for his actions– he didn't know if he could even look walter in the eye after what he did. he felt so stupid, opening up to a man he just met and trying to get into his pants like that.

even then, walter’s words wouldn't leave his head. they repeated over and over again like a mantra.

“i think you're real pretty, kid. i think you have a whole life ahead of you,”

maybe walter said that to be nice. who knows? all deke knew is that no one had ever said anything like that about him in his life, and the fact that walter was so sure that he had a future made deke feel attached to the older man.

‘And if I'm seen with someone new

Don't be blue, don't you be blue’

deke closed his eyes to prevent himself from scanning the crowd any further. if he saw walter while he was performing, he might just up and die. he did his best to focus on his strumming, putting his fingers in the right fret and on the correct string. his voice was mildly unsteady, but not to a noticeable amount. or at least he hoped it wasn't noticeable.

he was ashamed in a way he never felt before. walter seemed like a genuinely good man, and deke wanted to get to know him. he was eager to accept the deal he was offered, but his drunk mind could only think of how young he was, sitting next to this older man who had probably had lots and lots of girls in his life– and he felt so pathetic and small.

when he asked if the other man had ever deflowered someone, his mouth was miles ahead of his brain. he didn't even feel like he uttered those words until walter turned to him with a bewildered expression. deke would have said nevermind, or tried to play it off, but he knew it was too late.

he just wanted to feel like he was equals with someone for once. he was tired of always being looked down on because he was younger. he was still a damn adult, but everyone seemed to baby him– and it pissed him off. he just wanted to look mature in walter’s eyes.

his face burned as he kept replaying the events from the dressing room over and over again. he had never been more ashamed in his damn life. he wanted to go backstage right now, and just curl up.

he grit out the last lyrics of the song.

‘I'll be faithful, I'll be true

Always true, true to you

There is only one for me, and you know who

You know that I'll always be loving you’

he stopped strumming, and opened his eyes. the crowd was clapping and cheering, but that didn't matter to him. not right now.

he stood and gave a small, rushed nod, and hurried off of the stage. as he made his way to his dressing room through the narrow, dimly lit halls, he felt bile rising in his throat. his mind was spinning, skipping like a broken record as last nights events were on repeat– over and over again. he felt like he was going to die in the middle of this hallway.

he walked into his dressing room, and as soon as the door closed behind him, he fell to his knees in front of the small trash can in the corner, and began to gag as vomit bubbled out of his mouth. his eyes began to water as he coughed, the contents of his stomach leaking from his nose as well. it burned like hell.

he sat there for a second, hunched over as he just stared at his own throw up in the trash. at that moment, he felt low and dirty– just like all the kids used to say on the playground. his mouth hung open, letting any remaining vomit and drool drip out of his mouth, his breathing heavy as he tried to calm himself.

his heartbeat was so loud in his ears he didn't even hear the knocking from outside. it must've been some random stage crew member- or deke must have just not been able to make out their voice. it sounded unfamiliar and muffled.

“deke? you okay in there?”

“...’m fine.” deke said, wiping carelessly at his mouth. “i jus’ need a water.”

“if you say so, mister rivers,” the person said, quickly scuttling off. deke sighed deeply, standing on shaky legs and dragging himself towards the vanity to look at himself.

oh.

he wasn't pretty anymore. that deke rivers kid that everyone paid to see was gone- hidden under a mask of shame and self hatred. his eyeshadow was smudged, his mascara running from his tears, and his hair a complete mess. there was still vomit and drool at the corners of his mouth, and dripping from his nose. walter’s words rang in his head mockingly.

“i think you're real pretty, kid. i think you have a whole life ahead of you,”

deke's hands balled up into fists at his sides, tears spilling down his face once again. maybe he could have had a whole life ahead of him– if he wasn't so stupid. walter was probably out there telling people what he did.

deke's fist came into contact with the mirror, shattering it into a million tiny pieces. some of the shards dug into his skin, but he didn't feel it– he didn't care. he deserved every bit of pain.

maybe it would set his head on straight.

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it's been a week since that night.

walter said he would be back, but big surprise– he didn't show up. deke knew he wouldn't.

ever since his little breakdown backstage, he's taken a break from performing. he retreated to his cabin and thought he could enjoy the silence and nature for a few days– go back to his roots a bit.

it only turned out to be more torture.

he was left alone with his thoughts, and that was a dangerous thing. he tried to keep himself busy with little tasks, like sweeping the house or fishing or cutting wood– but none of it worked. he eventually zoned out and that night ran through his mind, like clockwork. it was getting to the point where he couldn't sleep.

all he could do was think about how much he fucked up, and what walter would say if he saw him again. he'd probably laugh at him, call him a cheap whore or something. the times he did fall asleep, he would wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare he had.

he knew he couldn't carry on like this. he had to do something, but the thought of going back on stage made him dizzy. he was caught in a loop, and he felt like he would never get out of it.

he sat on the porch of his cabin, strumming at his guitar as he stared out into the woods. maybe he could go live out there– become a wild man, like tarzan. he chuckled to himself at the thought. no matter how agonizing life was at the moment, he couldn't ever see himself leaving his home. maybe he could get his mind right– if he just relaxed like he was right now.

a cool breeze blew, making the trees sway. orange and yellow leaves flew through the air, aimlessly drifting wherever it took them.

he could get used to this.

his moment of peace was interrupted when a white car pulled up and stopped right in front of his house. he cracked an eye open and watched the vehicle. it rocked for a moment, and he saw feet from the other side. as the person stood up, deke went white.

he stood up so fast he gave himself a headache, and scrambled inside of his cabin and locked it hastily.

no.

there was a knock at the door, and deke screwed his eyes shut. why did this have to happen to him, today? he was finally beginning to calm down, and now the source of his problems was at his fucking door.

maybe if he stood still long enough, he’d go away.

“i know you're in there, deke.” walter spoke. “open the door.”

that voice. deke didn't know if he wanted to flinch or melt at the sound of his voice. the boy was praying that this was all a hallucination– but when walter spoke again, he knew it was real.

“we gotta talk, deke,”

“i don't want to,” deke said, his voice surprisingly pathetic as it left him. “i already know what you're gonna say,”

“don't say that,” walter sighed, his voice slightly frustrated and somewhat sympathetic. “i just– will you open the door?”

deke felt sick all over again. his breath caught in his throat as he spoke, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“why?” he choked out. “so you can call me a whore to my face?”

“deke–”

“no, just–” deke sighed, trying to keep himself calm. “just go. i already know what you're gonna say so just– save it,”

they both fell silent. for a moment, deke thought walter had left, and he felt his heart sink at the fact that he had given up so easily. he had hoped that he would put up at least a little bit of a fight to comfort him, but his hopes were diminished quickly as he was left alone with himself once again.

like always.

deke sunk to his knees and sighed shakily, tears coming to his eyes as the silence bore down on him once more. he hated feeling miserable no matter what he did. he felt like this would be his life forever– living in shame of his shitty decision.

“i was like you, once.”

the voice snapped him out of his oncoming breakdown. walter was still there.

“i was young, about sixteen, maybe,” walter began, pausing. deke heard the door creak faintly, and he could make out the man’s figure through the wire. he was leaning against the door, staring out at the forest just as deke had been doing a minute ago.

“i wanted to prove myself real bad,” he continued, blowing smoke into the air. “wanted to lose my virginity so that people couldn't tease me anymore. wanted to be a man,”

deke sat up, leaning against the door as walter took a long pause. the younger man swallowed, speaking softly, just to let walter know he was listening.

“yeah?”

“and…” walter sighed, rubbing at his temples. “i did lose it. but i regretted it afterwards,” he mutters, flicking out his cigar. “still do. i wish i would've just waited for someone who actually cared– not just someone who wanted a quick fuck.”

deke went quiet, imagining a younger walter, full of life– like him, and all of it leaving him after that fateful night he tried to prove he was a man. he suddenly felt the urge to open the door and give walter the biggest hug he could offer, but he stayed frozen, thinking about what walter must've went through.

“i don't hate you for what happened,” the older man said simply after a long while. “i just didn't want you to make the same mistake i did.”

deke felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders at the words. walter didn't hate him.

walter didn't hate him.

deke had heard everything he needed to hear. all of that worrying and vomiting and crying– it was all for a scenario he made up. walter wasn't that kind of man, and deke should have known that.

shakily, the younger man stood and opened the door hesitantly, his eyes glassy as he stared up at the other man. walter was looking at him gently, his eyes filled with a certain emotion that deke couldn't read, but it was warm and tender. it made his chest fill with warmth, as well as his cheeks.

“shucks, you should save that look for the girls mr. hale,” deke mutters, straightening his back self consciously.

“ain't no girls around worth lookin’ at,” walter hums, running a hand through his hair lazily. “just you.”

deke went red, staring up at the older man with wide eyes as the words left his lips so easily. the younger swallowed hard, his face hot as he scratched at the back of his neck.

“y-you don't mean that,” deke muttered, eyes avoiding walter as he shuffled his feet against the wooden floor of the porch. “you don't have to say things like that just because you feel bad for me,”

“i’m not.” walter says firmly, leaning closer to deke. the younger man felt his breath catch in his throat as the older man boxed him in against the screen door slowly, leaning down so that they were eye level with one another. “i’m saying it because i mean it, deke.”

silence fell between them as their eyes met one another. deke felt his face heat up at walter’s soft gaze, memories of that night coming back to him as he got lost in his ocean blue eyes, the same that gave him a soft look of reassurance when he was drunk in his lap, shamelessly grinding down onto him and chasing his orgasm. deke felt himself getting hot just remembering it, and walter was so close to him, he felt like he would pass out.

“mister hale–”

“walter.” he corrects, a large hand coming to cup his jaw gently. “enough formalities between us.”

“walter,” deke started again, squirming under his gaze. “i think you're real, uhm,” he mutters, hands resting hesitantly on walter’s biceps. “real nice, and handsome, and–” he pauses, squeezing his eyes shut as he mulls over his next words.

“i like you a lot, walter.” deke mutters, voice meek and eyes glimmering with shyness. “but…what i did that night was…unacceptable, and i…i just can't help but feel horrible about it. i forced myself on you, and–”

“hush,” walter sighs, his thumb stroking his warm, red cheek. “hush, hush, hush. there's no need for all that. i was drunk too, and– god, i wanted you, just as bad as you wanted me. that's why i…god, you don't remember my mouth on you or what?”

“i do,” deke says softly, his thighs pressing together shyly as he recalls walter kneeling between his legs eagerly.

“then you should know that i wanted you just as much.” walter breathes, his hands moving to rest on deke’s hips. “but i didn't wanna be the one to…”

“ruin me?”

walter swallows hard, averting his gaze. “yeah.”

deke taps his fingers against walter’s arms idly, peering up at the older man through his eyelashes. after a moment, his hands snake up to cup walter’s face gently, his thumbs stroking at his cheekbones.

“i’m not too naïve to know what i want, walter.” deke exhales, his voice low and breathy as he leans closer to the other man, relishing in how his face flushes a soft pink as he closes the space between them. “i am a big boy, you know…”

neither of them pull away from one another. they stay there, mere inches apart as they let out soft puffs of breath. as much as deke wanted to lean forward and close the gap between them, he stayed put and waited for the other man– testing him just to see if he really wanted him as badly as he claimed.

“you're right,” walter exhales after a moment, gently grabbing deke’s chin with two fingers, guiding his head to look up at him. “you are a big boy, deke. i should treat you like one, shouldn't i?”

walter closed the gap between them, and deke sighed softly into the kiss. all of the stress he had been carrying from the night they had together melted away, and his brain was focused solely on walter.

deke didn't even notice the older man pushing deke back into the house, closing the door behind them as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. the older man’s tongue was licking into his mouth almost eagerly– tasting him and savoring every inch of him as he led him to the couch.

deke fell back on the cushions with a soft ‘puff’, and looked up at walter with lust filled eyes. the older man looked so good above him– hair a mess with kiss bitten lips, moving his hands down deke’s waist gently. deke swallowed, panting softly and staring at him patiently.

“hi,” walter hummed, leaning down to claim his lips once more.

deke hummed into the kiss, pulling away and gasping as walter moved to press his warm lips against his jaw.

“h-hi,” deke stuttered, hands burying themselves in walter’s soft hair. “wh-what are–”

“shh,” walter hushed gently, nipping at the skin of his neck gently, making the younger man whine softly. “i’m just…feelin’, baby. wanna feel you.”

“feel faster,” deke huffed, earning a breathy chuckle from the older man as his lips trailed down further. deke let out an inpatient whine as walter’s teeth gently worried at his collarbone, his hands gently gripping his hips.

“you're impatient, hm?”

“yes,” the younger man whined, trying to press his hips up into walter. “now c’mon…”

walter gave a low hum, his eyes fluttering shut as he moved to kiss at what was exposed of deke's chest, before grabbing his shirt buttons with his teeth and tugging gently. deke chuckled breathily, hand idly running through walter’s hair.

“you gonna rip my shirt off, handsome?”

“gonna rip everything offa you if i’m lucky.” walter coos, undoing the button with his teeth and tongue. the display made deke's cock twitch in his jeans, and walter looked up at him with a cocky smirk as he gazed up at the younger man, lowering himself to the next button and swiftly undoing it.

while the display was arousing, deke found himself getting more and more desperate for walter’s touch as he got lower and lower. his head was thrown back, making his hair a mess against the old throw pillows on his sofa.

“walter,” deke whines, exasperated. “i’m gonna go soft if you don’t get on with it,”

“that's a lie,” walter grunts, tugging at deke's jeans teasingly as he undid the last button. “you're practically tearing a hole in your pants with how hard you are,” he teased, running a fingertip over his length through the straining fabric. “you want me that bad, huh?”

deke's hips pathetically stuttered up into walter’s feather light touch, a small whine escaping from his throat at the slight friction against him. walter was still wearing that cocky smirk, tugging at the hem of his jeans lazily.

deke wanted to spit back a clever response about how he could have already came by now, but all words died in his throat as walter finally pulled his jeans off, letting his cock free.

just the cool air was enough to have deke squirming, his dick standing at attention as walter loosely wrapped his hand around the base, tugging at it a few times.

“fuck,” deke groaned, his face flushing brightly as he peered down at walter, who was admiring every part of him. his gaze wandered from his face to his chest, all the way down to his cock and his pink little hole.

deke tried not to slam his legs shut on instinct as he felt walter’s eyes on his most prohibited parts. he instead focused on his warm hand around his cock, squeezing him gently and urging precum out of the tip.

“how far do you wanna take it?” walter asked suddenly, his hand pausing as he looked up at deke, his expression suddenly a lot more serious than before.

“i…” the younger man uttered, blinking and trying to get his mind back into the right place as he realized just what walter was asking.

it was so much more than a question of 'what's off limits?’, it was walter making sure that deke wanted him to be the one to strip him of his innocence– and deke was certain that he had never been more sure of anything in his life.

“all the way,” deke said, setting his jaw and sitting up slightly, just enough so that walter could see the seriousness on his face. “i want you to…make me yours,”

walter swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. he nodded and leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of deke’s leaking cock, smirking softly as the boy gasped.

“i’m gonna make it as good as i can,” he promised, leaning down until he was eye level with his cock. “i promise, baby.”

deke smiled softly, stroking at his hair as he exhaled deeply, closing his eyes and pressing gently kisses to deke's length.

he knew walter’s lips were soft from their last encounter– but now, they felt ten times softer. he was taking his sweet time, teasingly dragging his plump lips down his shaft and occasionally darting his tongue out to lick at him. it was a mesmerizing sight– just how focused he was on deke's pleasure.

“h-heh,” deke chuckled breathily, looking down at walter in a daze. “you're good with your mouth, aren't you?” he mused, watching as walter’s face flushed ever so slightly as he flattened his tongue against his heated flesh.

a deep groan left deke’s throat, his hips stuttering up against the older man’s hot tongue desperately. walter hummed, satisfied with himself as he dragged his slick tongue up his shaft and let it circle around his leaking tip.

deke resisted the urge to thrust up against walter. he felt like he would disturb him if he did– and he wanted his mouth and tongue as focused on him as possible. the older man glanced up at deke, his eyes lidded and dazed as he lapped up his warm precum, purring as he finally sank down onto his length almost effortlessly.

“o-oh god,” deke gasped, clutching at the couch cushion desperately as wet warmth surrounded his cock, making his body flush from head to toe. every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, buzzing around inside of him like bees. he felt dizzy as walter began to bob his head up and down, sucking him off with vigor and ease. he was almost mad for it– his pace steady but still so desperate at the same time.

“w-walter– i’m not gonna last,” deke warned, tugging weakly at the older man's soft locks.

a hum of acknowledgment. deke whimpered at the vibrations around his cock, his hips stuttering up into the warmth of the other man’s mouth as he tried to hold back his rapidly approaching orgasm.

it was so, so much all at once, but also not enough at the same time. his body was buzzing, and he felt like the only things in the world were him, walter, and his hot mouth. it was so overwhelming– so so overwhelming, and yet he felt calm as he tugged at the other man’s hair.

deke cried out as he pushed himself over the edge, his orgasm coming wave after wave as he spasmed and shook, spilling into walter’s throat.

walter swallowed around him expertly, taking in every last drop of deke’s sweet release. he pulled off with a lewd pop, still lazily licking at deke's cock.

“a-ah— wait,” deke whimpered, shying away from the other man's mouth, still sensitive from his orgasm. “n-need to breathe,”

walter pulled away, leaning up to kiss deke tenderly. the younger whined meekly as he tasted himself on the other man’s lips, making his spent cock twitch back to life. walter glanced down at his hardening cock, smirking against his lips and humming as he pulled away.

“you're real eager for it, aren't you?” he asks gently, his tone teasing as he runs a finger up his thigh lightly. deke's muscles twitch under the slight touch, making his length twitch once again. his hands move from walter’s hair down to his biceps, squeezing as he lets his mouth fall open, hot breaths puffing from between his soft lips.

“n-need,” he pants, his eyes lidded heavily as he pressed his hips up into nothing, desperately searching for some sort of relief. “need you…inside of me,”

walter kissed at his jaw softly, pulling his slender hips down to meet his clothed erection. deke whimpered softly, his face heating up as he felt just how long and thick the other man's cock was, pressing hotly against the back of his thigh. walter hummed, nipping at his jaw lazily.

“you'll get me,” he coos, warm fingers trailing down the pale, sensitive skin of deke’s inner thigh, ghosting down his shaft, past his balls and finally teasing the pink skin of his rim. the boy cried out– embarrassed and aroused as walter traced circles into the previously untouched skin.

wordlessly, the man's fingers left his rim and found their way to deke’s lips, pressing in gently. deke hummed, whiny and high pitched as he began to suckle at walter’s fingers, coating them in saliva.

deke swirled his tongue around the digits carefully, letting his eyes flutter shut. walter hummed to himself, pressing his fingers against the boy’s tongue and making him gag softly. he was lost in the motions– so much so that he didn't register the gentle breaths grazing against his virgin hole.

without warning, walter’s tongue flattened against deke's entrance, licking a hot, tingling stripe along his rim. deke gasped, jerking away from walter’s fingers in shock at the sensation, his legs tensing up around the man’s head.

“w-walter!”

the man just looked up at deke and winked, beginning to work his tongue over his tight ring of muscles at a steady pace. deke whimpered pitifully, his eyes squeezed shut as he adjusted to the feeling of being licked in such a forbidden area. the feeling was foreign and odd, but he found himself selfishly wanting more and more of it.

he experimentally ground his hips down, rolling against the man’s hot tongue. the sensation made his whole body shudder– and he did it again. walter purred, grabbing deke’s hips and guiding his gentle movements against his tongue, his eyes watching and gauging his reactions.

tentatively, walter pressed his tongue forward, pressing against deke's rim. deke gasped sharply at the intrusion of the other man’s tongue, but he welcomed it– doing his best to relax.

a low, throaty moan escaped from deke as walter began fucking him with his tongue, dragging it over his virgin walls and curling it, searching for his sweet spot diligently. he used his thumbs to spread deke further open, making it easier for his tongue to slide in and out of the boy as he plunged it deep into him and curled the appendage, finally grazing over deke’s spot.

“f-fuck!” the boy yelled, his cock twitching and leaking heavily against his stomach as the tip of walter’s tongue teased at the tender spot, making his vision blur with white hot pleasure. shakily, the boy tugged walter away from his rim, gasping and panting shakily as he stared down at him with wide, lustful eyes and red cheeks.

“fuck me, before i do it myself,” he said lowly, his voice hoarse from all of the moaning and crying out he had done. walter licked his lips, undoing his belt and exposing his cock to the cool air of the room.

he was big, and deke felt a little lightheaded as the man shuffled up, pressing his blunt tip to deke's now prepped entrance. he swallowed hard, trying to hide his nerves from the other man. walter knew, somehow– and moved to lace their fingers together as he leaned down to claim deke’s lips once more.

“relax for me, okay?” he muttered lowly, lips grazing against the shell of his ear as he canted his hips forward, letting deke feel the slight pressure. “i’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

deke gasped sharply as walter began to sink into him, stretching him out much more than his tongue did. tears sprang to his eyes at the sting, threatening to fall down his red cheeks as walter let him adjust.

it was a lot– so much more than when walter sucked him off or ground against him. this feeling was burning him from the inside out, making his whole body feel damp and uncomfortably warm. walter was staring down as him with loving eyes, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as he sat within him.

“more,” deke begged weakly, his legs flopped open as he tiredly pressed his hips down, allowing walter to shift within him and bury deeper into his walls. deke sobbed out harshly, his toes curling against the couch cushions as walter sank into him fully, his tip nestled deep within him, pressing against spots he didn't know he had.

deke's breath came in short pants, his thighs trembling at the new sensation of walter. they sat there for a few moments, letting the younger man’s walls slowly nudge apart to accommodate him.

“whenever you're ready for me baby,” walter muttered, voice slightly strained. “just let me know-”

he cut himself off with a choked moan as deke experimentally rolled his hips, his whole body shuddering deeply at the friction within him. his glassy eyes traveled up to meet walter’s, giving him a swift nod of approval.

walter pulled out until nothing but his tip was left inside of him, and pressed back in firmly. deke sobbed out, stars flying behind his eyelids as he tightened around him. walter repeated the motion– in, out, in, out, until he fell into a steady rhythm.

“oh my god,” deke gapsed, his back arching up instinctively as walter fucked into him, making the muscles in his stomach tighten up every time he sank back in.

the room fell silent, the only noises being their heavy panting and the sound of skin on skin. the boy was a mess, whining and whimpering quietly as he desperately clutched at the cushions, trying to ground himself somehow as his body spasmed and arched on its own.

“p-please,” was all that left his lips– his brain fried. he didn't even know what he was begging for, but he was too fucked out to care one bit. “please, walter–”

“i got you,” he muttered, trailing down and gently sinking his teeth into the soft skin of his neck, marking him for anyone to see. pleasure shot through deke like lightning, tears falling from his eyes and onto his red cheeks, shaking as walter kissed them away. the boy’s mouth fell open, another broken plea just making it past his lips before he felt his body tense up, stars blooming across his vision as he came hard over his chest and stomach.

his orgasm was intense, making his body jerk with the aftershocks as walter continued fucking into him, making deke moan in an unending whine.

the man's large hands came to rest on the small of his back, rubbing soothing circles into the warm skin as deke grapsed for something to hold onto. his mind was struggling to stay focused, drifting off as walter fucked into him quickly, making his spent cock spasm weakly against his filthy stomach. the older man leaned down, pressing kisses against the shell of his ear and whispering to him hotly.

“that's it– you did so so good,” he gasps, thrusts becoming sloppy and frantic as he approached his own orgasm. “took me so good, baby. gonna fill you up and make you mine,” he practically growled, teeth sinking into the skin of deke’s ear as he slammed into him, cumming deep inside of him.

deke sobbed brokenly, relieved at the loss of friction, and shuddering at the feeling of walter spilling inside of him. his breath hitched and he gently pressed his face into walter’s hair, mumbling tiredly to the other man as he finally caught his breath.

“i love you.”

walter exhaled breathily, pressing a loving kiss to deke’s lips as he pulled himself free. deke had never felt more complete– more wanted than he did at this moment, with walter. he pressed into the kiss, humming softly as he pulled away. walter pulled him close, pressing his face into his neck and closing his eyes.

“i love you too.”

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Bring Them Home (Sergeant Hunter x Reader)

Notes: SPOILERS FOR SEASON THREE EPISODE TWO: PATHS UNKNOWN. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE SEASON THREE PREMIERE. Children, angsty Hunter Edit: STUPID TUNGLR POSTED THIS WHEN I MEANT TO SAVE IT SO PSA-- If you read this before 10pm EST on Feb 27, this one-shot is officially completed so please reread it again and enjoy it in its full glory.

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It had been months since you'd seen Hunter, so of course you and Phee were there when the Marauder touched down in the Archium. Wrecker waved to you both as the ramp lowered, beckoning to someone inside the ship.

Hunter said they were bringing someone with them, but you didn't expect the cadets-- the children --to look so bewildered when they stepped off the ship.

"They're so young," Shep said softly, and you wondered how round and baby-faced they must have been when they left Kamino, the only home they'd ever known.

The three cadets lingered on the steps of the ramp, looking around in earnest while Wrecker waited patiently.

"It smells like Kamino," the tallest said as you approached.

"Mox, did you see the ocean? D'you think they'll let us go swimming?"

"You can do whatever you want here!" Wrecker laughed encouragingly. He gave you his classic thump on the shoulders, and you smiled. It was the happiest you'd seen him since they lost Tech and Omega.

"Hi," You introduced yourself to the cadets, "What're your names?"

"I'm Deke. This is Mox, and that's Stak." The shortest of them stepped forward, while his brothers watched you warily.

"And I'm Phee Genoa, liberator of ancient wonders," Phee smiled warmly at them all.

"Welcome to Pabu," Shep said, "I'm the mayor here. We have a warm bed and fresh food for all of you."

"Thanks," Mox, the tallest, said softly. His arms were crossed over his chest, and Stak's hands fidgeted at his side.

"Wrecker, why don't you and Phee show them the island? I reckon they're as hungry as you."

Wrecker chuckled softly and nodded towards the ship, catching your drift. He beckoned for the kids to follow him. They seemed to trust a clone more than other humans, but that was understandable.

"Have you boys ever heard of Skara Nol?" you heard Phee asking them.

"What's that?" Deke asked.

"It's a big mountain, filled with lots of puzzles!" Wrecker said, waving his arms to demonstrate.

At that point, you'd stepped aboard. The warmth of the sun dissipated as you were enveloped in the Marauder's dim lighting. Hunter sat at the navicomputer to your right, half asleep and blanketed by a hazy blue glow.

"Those boys aren't the only ones who could use a home-cooked meal, you know." You said, putting more weight into your steps so he wouldn't be surprised by your approach.

"I assume you've brought some, then?" He said.

You rolled your eyes and took the canteen of gumbo from your bag.

"Only when you step away from the computer. It won't do you any good to spill it all over Tech's equipment now."

Hunter sighed, and set another diagnostic to run through the files.

"We've got another lead," He said, turning away from the computer. Your heart fluttered at the note of hope in his voice.

"The Intel from the Durands was too old, the kids were all that's left of that lab, but we scraped some data from one of the data banks. We think it could tell us where Hemlock took Omega."

You handed him the spoon, and Hunter tried to eat politely, but it soon gave way to his hunger as he shoveled spoonfuls into his mouth without waiting to chew.

"Careful, you'll make yourself sick," You warned him, "You've been eating too many rations. I'll have to send you off with some real food this time."

Hunter looked up at you, and you used your thumb to wipe some sauce from his chin, but you couldn't quite meet his eyes.

"You could always come with us. How's your leg doing?"

The only reason you hadn't gone with Hunter and Wrecker when they set out to find Omega was because your femur was broken in the same railcar crash that took Tech. Phee had promised to look out for you and keep you from getting too bored while they scoured the galaxy. Despite your protests, you knew that in your injured state, you couldn't be much help at all.

So you made yourself useful in Pabu. You sewed clothes to replace those lost in the tsunami, you looked after children while their parents rebuilt, you made your family's old gumbo recipe for those who were too tired to cook at the end of the day.

Those like Hunter.

"What about the kids? Deke, Mox and...Stak?"

Hunter nodded, "Shep said there were some families on Pabu who could take care of them for now, he even offered to take two of them into his own house."

"Oh," You said softly, "That's kind of him."

Setting the empty canteen to the side, Hunter squeezed one of your hands as it hung at your side.

"Everything alright, cyare?"

"Oh!" After so long without him, you forgot how well he knew you.

"I just...I was hoping we could take them in, take care of them."

Hunter's eyes softened, and finally stood. "I'll admit I thought about it myself, but..."

"Not while Omega's still captured," You finished for him, dropping his hand and folding your arms.

Hunter's thumb brushed against your cheek, begging for you to look at him.

"You remember that night on Ord Mantell, right?" He asked.

You pouted, bottom lip jutting out, "We spent a lot of nights on Ord Mantell." Too many, to be precise.

"You know the one I'm talking about," He cupped your face in both hands, and you looked up at the dark circles beneath his eyes.

And you did know the night he mentioned. It was a full moon, so you could actually see the moon high above all the neons and smoke from the city. Hunter had made you a promise then and there, and you made one to him too. Nothing like marriage, but something like it.

Biting your lip, you reached up to run your thumb over his crows' feet. His eyes closed, blissfully relaxed beneath your touch. You knew how much he needed to find her. He could never forgive himself if anything happened to you, to Wrecker, or any of the cadets they'd just saved.

"I meant what I said that night," He whispered, eyes glistening as his forehead rested against yours, "We'll have our own family some day, something Kamino and the Empire won't ever be able to take from us. We just have to wait a bit longer."

You sniffled just a bit, and buried your face in his chest. You wrapped your arms around his torso, and when he wrapped his arms around you he leaned more of his body weight on you than he usually did. He felt frail, delicate even, like too much pressure in one place would snap him in half.

Hunter needed you, and you needed him.

"I'm coming with you," You whispered. He sighed with relief.

"Let's bring her home."

#tbb spoilers #lizart writes #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 3 #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #hunter x reader #hunter x you #sergeant hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader

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huntershoe · 2 months

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Back To You (Part Two)

Hunter x Jedi!Reader

Spoilers for tbb season 3 if you haven't watched it yet :}

Summary: You enjoyed your evening with your unusual family after months of being apart. Leading you and Hunter to enjoy your night after months. :)

T/W: mention of scars and describsion of them, hurt/comfort, fluff, Smut, sweet sweet love making, unprotected sex, oral (f/m receiving), fingering, breeding kink, PiV, minors DNI!

A/N: Don't let the beginning fool you, this starts with lots of fluff and ends in pure smut. :)

Word count: 3.8k

Part one

After the sun had already settled and thousands of stars took its place you and the batch stayed in your seats, talking about everything and remembering the old times. Omega eventually invited Lyana over to play and after some time even Deke, Stak and Mox joined, shyly introducing themselves.

They turned out to be the sweetest boys, offering to help tidy the table and help Omega and Lyana as they tried to teach Batcher some new tricks.

It's been a long time since you and the batch felt so at peace. A long time since you got to just sit back down, relax and watch the kids play, knowing that your family is safe and well.

Hours had gone by as you watched the kids come up with new tricks. Cheering every time Batcher successfully did a new trick. At this point everything felt perfect, everyone was in a happy mood, spotting wide grins and barking laughs left and right. At one point, Hunter managed to grab your stool, pulling your closer to him and sneaking his arm around your shoulders.

Kissing your temple, Hunter whispered sweet promises through the whole evening, bathing in your natural perfume.

Only after most of the city around them went quiet did Hunter tell the kids to quiet down and start preparing for bed. Omega managed to convince Hunter to let Lyana sleep over and since the other three young clone cadets were already staying in the same house as the batch, they transformed Omegas room into one giant cove.

At the end all that could be heard were quiet giggles, coming through the window from her room as the adults enjoyed some peace and quiet.

Of course it didn't stayed like that for long since Hunter's hands became increasingly more wandering, exploring your body with light touches, remembering the small curves and lines. Crosshair with his keen sight noticed his brothers wandering hands and couldn't help himself but to tease a little, making Wrecker and Echo join on in, resulting in Hunter groaning and standing up, gently grabbing your hand and pulling you after him.

More amused than annoyed by the teasing you just giggled and waved the boys goodbye as Hunter led you further away and toward the beach.

"Where exactly are you taking me verd?" You ask curiously and adding his nickname. That small nickname made him stop in his tracks for a moment, looking back at you with a smirk as he turned fully back towards you and pulled you into him, making you gasp at his sudden movement.

"Somewhere without prying eyes, where I don't have to listen to my vode teasing." His voice sounded even lower then usual, more smoky and laced with desire as his hands snaked around your waist and lower. A wide smirk was plastered on his lips as his eyes jumped up and down from your eyes to your mouth. His answer made your head fall back in laughter and your hands sneaked up his chest. When you finally looked back at him your breath caught in your throat when his eyes locked with yours. The moon shone down on him, making his eyes sparkle in a beautiful gray tone as the smile lines around his eyes deepened. You couldn't resist but to grin as you stared back at him. "What?" You asked amused as he kept on staring and not saying anything.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered dreamily, lifting one of his hands up, cupping your cheek and you gladly leaned in and closed your eyes. But as his fingers brushed across your new scars, your brows dipped down and you felt tears threatening to spill. "I was...beautiful." Shame overwhelmed you, making you avert your eyes away from his. "Now I'm full of scars, looking more like a rancor than a human." You addressed the truth, or at least what you thought was the real truth.

"Don't." Hunter interrupted you again, shaking his head as he moved his other hand up to your cheek, forcing you to look at him. "Don't ever say that." He ordered, looking at you seriously. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, the most amazing, beautiful, talented and caring woman in the galaxy. You have gone through so much and you deserve only the best things in your life." Hunter told you, determined to make you see the actual truth. "The scars on your body only show just how strong you are...I only wish you could see yourself as I do." He kissed away the tears rolling down your cheeks as you gripped onto him.

Your body went completely soft and you leaned on Hunter, melting into his embrace as his hands moved to envelope your frame and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. One of your biggest worries was that now that you look like that Hunter wouldn't want you anymore. You knew that just thinking like that was stupid because if you really love someone then their appearance shouldn't matter. But fear sneaked into your mind, making you unsure and scared of loosing the man you love.

"I'm sorry..." You quietly whispered, still hiding your face in his neck and you felt Hunter's hands pull you even closer to him.

"You have nothing to be sorry for cyare." Hunter brought his hand up to your head, gently stroking your hair as he kissed your temple.

You took one last breath, collecting the courage to look at him again. As you did so, you were met with nothing but love in his eyes, that soft sparkle dancing in his eyes as he looked at you. Hunter gave you a small smile and brushed off the remaining tears away from your eyes.

"You're stuck with me for the rest of your life mesh'la."

He said teasingly but the tone of his voice showed just how serious he was being.

You let out a small chuckle and he moved his hand back to your neck, pushing your head forward and leaning it against his own into a keldabe kiss.

Both you and Hunter took a moment to enjoy each other's presence, just breathing in and out, sharing the air between you.

Soon, Hunter couldn't wait any longer, too enthralled with you, he leaned further in, pressing his lips against yours.

The moment his lips met yours, your body instantly relaxed, almost like all previous worries washed away with just one kiss. You pushed your hands up and into his hair, tangling your fingers into his curly locks.

Starving for your touch, Hunter groaned in your mouth, deepening the kiss. His tongue was invading, determined to conquer your mouth as your own danced around his.

Your lips moved around each other, like two pieces of puzzle, made to compliment the other. You kissed until your own lungs began burning with need of oxygen and you pulled away, gasping for air as your eyes found his gold ones instantly.

A small smile appeared on your lips. "What would I do without you?" Hunter's own lips mirrored yours after your question.

His smile grew into a wide grin and he moved, leaving one hand around your shoulders and leaving the other one at his side as he pulled you with him again, leading you both down towards the beach. "C'mon I wanna show you something." Hunter murmured into your ear as you two moved closer to the lagoon.

It was few days away from the moon being full but it was hard to notice the difference as the moon shined so bright, illuminating the path and everything else around. The slow rhythmic waves created a calming ambience as you made it to the sand. Hunter stopped you and moved in front of you, kneeling. Your brows shot up in confusion when he grabbed your foot and slowly took off your shoe, followed by your sock.

"What are you do--oh." Realization crossed your face when he took off your other shoe, pulling the sock with it. The sand was still radiating some heat from the sun, making it perfect to walk across.

Grinning, Hunter stood up and took off his own shoes, storing them beside yours. He took your hand again, pressing a kiss to you cheek before pulling you towards the sea.

The sand felt amazing, making you feel free as you held onto your lover's hand. Your feet hit the sea and a soft smile appeared on your face.

Hunter once again let go of your hand and gently grabbed you by the hips. "I want you to know, you...mean everything to me." He grasped, looking you directly into your eyes before gently kissing you again.

You responded immediately, returning the kiss and grabbing onto his shoulders, smiling into the kiss.

You felt his hands move lower, reaching your ass and squeezing it hungrily, making you gasp into the kiss as he chuckled. "Hunter...you are the reason I fought to stay alive." You shared, cupping his cheek.

You stayed in his arms for a moment longer before a wicked grin sneaked onto your lips and you jumped away from him, crouching down and cupping the water before swinging your arms and splashing your man.

Hunter gasp loudly, looking at your surprised before a dangerous glint showed in his eyes and he smirked, repeating your actions and splashing you back.

The water hit you, instantly wetting you all over and you squealed before running away. Hunter barked a laugh before chasing after you.

You ran, occasionally splashing behind you, hearing Hunter gasp again and then you would feel him splashing you back. The chase continued for a couple of minutes and by the end, you were both soaking wet. Hunter was steadily nearing you and in one swift moment he grabbed you, swaying you off your feet and you squealed, grabbing onto his forearms around your waist.

His chest rumbled as he laughed, squeezing you close to him before slowly putting you down and turning you around in his arms.

"Fancy a midnight swim?" He suggested, raising his brows.

"Everything to get me naked I see." You teased, sneaking your hands around his slim waist.

"Everything." He confirmed before moving his hands to the hem of your shirt, silently asking for a permission.

You slowly nodded, letting him take your shirt off carefully, leaving you in your bra. He made and effort to throw your shirt at the nearest rock. Hunter slowly lowered his hands, letting them travel down your sides and to your pants, slowly pulling them off, along with your panties. You helped him take them off by lifting your legs, one by one. Grabbing onto his shoulder for some balance.

He did the same by throwing them on the close by rock.

Hunter stayed crouching in front of you, moving closer and kissing your knee. Your cheeks flushed when he continued up towards the inside of your thigh and repeating the same thing on your other leg. He peppered open-mouthed kisses all across the inside of your thighs, coming closer to your cunt. Hunter brought your knee over his shoulder, opening you for him.

You watched, your pupils dilating with lust the closer he got to where you needed him the most.

Finally his lips found your folds, licking stipe after stripe with his tongue across and letting out the most guttering groan at the taste of you. Hunter looked possessed, almost like that the taste of you awoken something in him, he began lapping on your juices. Your eyes fluttered closed and you let your head fall back as a loud moan escaped your lips.

Your hand moved up to his hair and you tugged on his locks, making him groan just as he started sucking on your clit. The vibrations made your whole body shake and your eyes roll back.

His lips move lower and his tongue begins to prodd on your entrance, slowly pushing in as his nose brushes against your sensitive clit. He slowly begins pumping his tongue as deep as he can, taking in your juices and inhaling your sweet scent. You let out a long sigh and began rolling your hips against his face, slowly approaching your high.

Your movement made him groan deeply and you looked back down at him. You met his blown out eyes, dark with desire, hunger almost radiating off of him as he keeps on pumping his tongue into you. Hunters hungry moves made you clench around him, whimpering when he grabbed your ass, squeezing it as he pulled you closer to him. You heard him growl as he moved back up to suck on your clit again and gently biting it, making your body break in half.

Gasping, you felt yourself coming closer to the edge when Hunter sneaked one of his hands in front and up to your entrance, slowly pushing in two of his fingers. He began pumping his fingers, slowly, sensually and hitting that perfect spot every time and before you could even realize, you fell over the edge, your body shaking with pleasure as small gasps and moans escaped your lips along with his name.

But Hunter didn't stop, dragging out your high for as long as possible before you couldn't take it anymore. "Hunter please, I-I can't anymore." You gasped out and he finally stopped, pulling his fingers out and lapping at your juices that began spilling out of you. You felt like you were just about to tip over him, but he stood up just in the right moment, carefully holding you with one hand while the other one which was just inside you came up to your mouth.

"Open." Hunter ordered, pressing his fingers to your lips.

You did so, willing to do everything he wanted.

"See how good you taste mesh'la." He murmured as his fingers entered you mouth and you tasted yourself, that sweet and sour taste that made you moan around his finger as he slowly pulled them out, strings of saliva still connected to your lips.

"Good girl." He praised before pressing his lips to yours and making you taste yourself again.

You couldn't wait any longer and so you began undressing him, your hands working swiftly as you pulled his vest off, throwing it over to the same rock. Exposing the curve of his ribs and his chest and making your hands wander in a feather like touch across his pecs and stomach muscles. Hunters breath hitched and he looked down at you with hunger as your hands moved lower and lower down to his belt.

You fumbled with his belt, trying to untie it as fast as you could, leaning on the tip of your toes and kissing him again. Hunter grabbed your cheeks, smashing his face against yours, your knees buckled as his belt finally came undone under your fingertips. You tugged his pants off, exposing his lower belly. You pulled back from the kiss, panting as you looked down, watching how your fingers stroked his happy trail and how the muscles flexed under your fingertips. Hunter let out a desperate whine, looking at you, pleading to hurry up.

You grinned at him, slowly kneeling and kissing down his chest as you pull his pants lower. As soon as his pants touched the ground, Hunter lifted his legs one after another, stepping out of them. Grabbing them, you start kissing up his thighs, repeating his gesture, feeling his whole body shiver and his knees buckle as your lips came closer to his weeping hard cock. You chuckle, watching him try to restrain himself and his hands clench into fists at his side.

Finally taking pity on him, you kissed the tip of his cock. The sound he let out was downright sinful, accompanied with his eyes rolling back and his lips wide open. Wanting to see and hear more of that from him you flattened your tongue against his hard-on, licking up from the base to the tip. You felt him twitch against your lips and you finally took him in your mouth, tasting the salty precum.

Hunter let out another long groan and his hands shot to your head, knotting into your hair, not pushing, just leading. Sliding him deeper in, you kept your eyes on his as you relaxed your throat and hollowed your cheeks, you went in as deep as you could, before the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and tears pooled at the corners of your eyes. Hunter slowly pulled you off of him, watching how your lips popped around his dick, he stared completely enchanted as you gasped, a string of your saliva mixed with his precum connecting your lips and his tip.

You gasped, looking up at him through you lashes as you once again licked him from the base to his tip before pulling him back into your mouth. Hunter let out a string of curses when you started bobbing your head, gently clenching your teeth around him, feeling every ridge and vein. Taking him as deep as you can again, before you backed off, panting and stroking his begging cock.

You stroked his curved hard-on using both of your hands, rotating your wrists before you moved one hand down to his balls, playing with them.

Seeing his lower abdominal muscles flex, you knew he was close so you hurried up your pace, jerking him off and making him produce the most beautiful sounds a man can make. Hunter couldn't help himself but to thrust his hips needily, nearing his high. You saw his knees buckle and took him in your mouth again, this time however, Hunter couldn't help himself and he fisted your hair, pulling on it and began desperately thrusting his hips as he let out a long groan. You had to grab onto his thighs for some balance as he pushed as deep as he could, making your eyes water and you choke as his cock twitched in your mouth once, twice before you felt a hot stream of his cum run down your throat.

His legs were shaking as he slowly pulled you off of him and you had to swallow before you could take a long breath, looking up at his fucked out face.

You slowly stood up, your legs wobbly from kneeling so he helped you, taking his pants from you as you passed them to him and he threw them on top of the rest of your clothes.

Both you and Hunter were still panting heavily when Hunter pulled you in for a hungry kiss. Your tongues danced with each other and your hands absentmindedly moved back towards your bra, unclipping it and taking it off, throwing it away.

Letting out groaning sigh, Hunter moved his hands down to you ass cheeks, grabbing the greedily. He gently spanked your ass, signaling you to jump and you did, locking your ankles around his waist and your hands around his neck. "What a sight you are." Hunter mumbled against your lips as he began walking into the sea.

"I can say the same for you ner meshurok." You nodded, your lips brushing against his.

The further Hunter walked into the sea, higher the water came, pooling around you and making you press yourself closer to him as the water felt refreshing. Kneading your ass cheeks, Hunter slowly lowered both of you in the sea while kissing every scar down your neck. Letting out a sigh, you moved your head back, giving him more access as he continued loving attack lower down, giving attention to every scar he found and making his way towards your breasts. Finally pulling your sensitive bud into his mouth, he sucked and played with it, rolling his tongue around.

You sneaked your hand into his hair, playing with his locks as he moved his attention to your other nipple while his hands kept on kneading your ass and making you roll your hips against his. That made your clit stroke against his cock, making you both groan.

"Hunter please." You whimpered, begging for his cock and he let go of your nipple making a popping sound as he moved back up to your throat, pressing his lips directly under your jaw. He sneaked one of his hands between the two of you and grabbed his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

You let out a high sigh as Hunter began slowly impaling you on his cock, stretching you out in the most delicious way. Groaning your name against your neck he slowly pushed you lower until he bottomed out.

"Mesh'la." Hunter groaned again, squeezing his eyes shut as you moved your head and kissed him.

He hungrily returned the kiss, pulling you closer as he slowly began rolling his hips up into you, letting you feel every vein. Loving the way his thrusts made you feel, you began rolling your hips with him, gasping when the new movement made him hit that sacred spot with every thrust.

Your eyes rolled back and the air left your lungs as Hunter increased the tempo of his thrusts, making you hop up and down as he growled, grabbing onto you more desperately. He began pounding up into you, mercilessly as his own breathing changed into labored panting.

Before you know it your cunt began squeezing down on him and you saw stars as your eyes rolled back again. All you could hear was Hunters desperate whines and his thrusts became sloppier as he neared his high. A moment later Hunter moved his head, biting down on your shoulder as he came, stilling inside you as he filled you up with his cum.

It took you a good minute of panting before Hunter raised his head to look at you. You leaned your head forward, looking at him, only to be met with his eyes full of love and adoration. You gave him the softest smile and moved your hand to his cheek, cupping it as you returned the loving gaze.

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ner Hunter." You whispered, expressing your every feeling into the words and tracing your finger across his lips.

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ner mesh'la." Responded, pressing his lips against yours into a loving kiss.

You felt him twirl you both around, spinning in circles as he slowly lifted you up and pulled his cock out, making you whimper at the empty feeling.

"I'm never letting you go again." Hunter sighed and leaned his forehead on yours into another Keldabe kiss.

"And if something ever happens..." You began, gently stroking his hair.

"I promise you, I will always come back to you."

Translations:

Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ~ {Mandalorian way of saying "I love you"]

Verd ~ Soldier

Cyare ~ Beloved one, loved one, darling

Mesh'la ~ Beautiful

Ner Meshurok ~ my jewel

A/N: Let me know what you think and if I missed anything <3

#clone troopers #star wars #fluff #omega tbb #the bad batch #sergeant hunter #tbb hunter fluff #tbb hunter x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #Hunter bad batch smut #tbb hunter smut

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thebisexualdogdad · 1 year

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Can we get some hcs of how deke and inhuman!reader’s (yes daisys bro) relationship would go? From start to telling may and daisy and the subsequent threats? To fitzsommons reactions? And of course just how deke is in a romance?

Although we all know he’s attracted to partners wjo can kill him

Deke Shaw x GN!reader

● Deke is the walking personification of the "well mark me down as scared and horny" meme

● he saw you use your powers to take out a dozen bad guys at once and was like take me to bed immediately

● at first you and Deke were just hooking up so why did anyone else need to know?

● but then Mack noticed you and Deke seemed to have gotten… close and confronted you about it

● "it's purely physical Mack nothing more"

● "Is it that way because Deke is from the future and you're afraid you might have to say goodbye to him one day?"

● "damn Mack when did you get so deep? And how did you even figure out we were together?"

● "Please Y/N have you seen the way Deke gets major heart eyes whenever you're in the room?"

● maybe there was some truth to what Mack said so you talked to Deke about it and finally admitted you wanted more from this friends with benefits thing you had going on and he felt the same way

● you decided it was best to keep your relationship a secret while you figured everything out

● but then you got hurt on a mission and in a panic state Deke called you 'baby' in front of your sister Daisy and May who raised you

● they didn't say anything in the moment because you were literally bleeding out but once you were stable again the interrogation began

● Daisy "so Y/N would you like to explain why Deke called you baby back there?"

● "uh… no"

● May "Y/N you're not leaving this bed anytime soon so you might as well tell us the truth"

● "Okay so maybe Deke and I are dating"

● Daisy was excited about your relationship, May on the other hand was apprehensive

● of course she wants you to be happy but getting involved with your best friends grandson from the future was bound to come with lots of roadblocks

● which is how Jemma and Leo found out about you and Deke

● May went to them and was like this is something we need to talk about immediately

● Jemma and Leo don't really see the problem and were confused as to why May would be against it

● "because eventually Deke will have to go back to his own time period, he can't stay in the past and Y/N can't go to the future without potentially messing up the timeline they are only going to get thier hearts broken"

● "Okay now we see the problem"

● it takes almost a month for their concerns to be brought up because every time they try to they see you two being sweet and couply and they back out

● Daisy "you know one of you are going to have to talk to them eventually"

● Jemma "but Deke was making Y/N pancakes with a smiley face out of whip cream it was so cute I didn't want to bring down the mood!"

● May is the one who finally confronts you and Deke

● "I want you to be happy Y/N but you and Deke are from two different times and-"

● "mom it's okay, we talked about that months ago"

● Jemma "you did?"

● Deke "yeah, we know there's a chance we can't be together forever but isnt it better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all or whatever the saying is?"

● "and if along the way we figure out how to stay in the same time period without damaging the timeline then even better"

● Daisy "wow you guys are being really mature about this whole thing"

● Deke "I know right but also watching Y/N use his powers was always so hot there's no way I could have resisted this ass forever," he says giving your butt a smack

● Leo "well this nice moment is officially ruined"

#agents of shield imagine #deke shaw imagine #deke shaw x reader #x gender neutral reader #headcanons

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upat4amwiththemoon · 10 months

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hiii! i just finished watching agents of shield season 5 and was wondering if you can write a daisy johnson x fem!reader based on the scene in season 5 when deke was going to confess his crush on daisy. so basically daisy and R (who's also on coulson's team) have been dating for a while but the team doesn't know yet, and when deke is about to tell daisy abt his crush on her, she casually mentions her gf. idk why i thought it would be hilarious 😭 also i hope it's not too confusing 😭

Lemons

Summary: When you’re in the past, don’t leave lemons on your crush’s bed.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader, platonic Deke Shaw x Daisy Johnson x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 771

a/n: 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

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Deke walks towards Daisy’s room, hoping to find her there, so he could tell her he left the lemons on her bed. He doesn’t want her to think someone else, like Mack, was the one who has feelings for her.

Stopping in front of her room’s doorway, he knocks on the side. Daisy lifts her head up to look at him. He glances to see that the lemons are still on her bed, but his gaze moves to the big bag on the floor. “What’s in the bag?”

“My mom.”

“Oh.” That wasn’t what he expected, but he supposes these kind of things are normal in the SHIELD team. He walks into the room, “I heard about your little dust up, I just wanted to make sure you’re all right.”

“I’ve been better. It’s like the universe keeps reminding me I should never have come back from the future,” she pauses, turning to look at her bed, “also, some creep put a bunch of lemons on my bed, as some weird sort of prank.”

Deke scoffs, glamcing at the lemons and Daisy. “Sounds like classic Fitz.” He lets out an airy and strained laugh. Curses flow through his mind, he should’ve known giving lemons wasn’t a custom in the past. “Look, I- um, I feel like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. I, on the other hand, I lived in a lighthouse my entire life, only to time travel into the past and still spend every single day of my life inside the freaking lighthouse. So..it’s like, even without Kasius gone, this place just has this leash that keeps pulling me back in.”

“Well, I’m glad you stuck around, even if it’s a little crazy.” She gives him a small smile before looking down at her hands.

The smile makes Deke feel all nervous and bubbly inside. Despite the setback with the lemons, he decides to gather his courage. “Well, maybe it’s not that crazy.” He chuckles quietly. “I-I’ve been wanting to tell you something since we’ve gotten, you know,” he moves to sit next to Daisy on the couch, “I don’t want to say closer, but-“

Daisy scoffs, interrupting him. “You really don’t. Everyone who gets close to me ends up dying.”

“Me too.” Deke says almost enthusiastically, as if that was a good thing. “And that’s why I feel like we have so much in common.”

“My mom.” Daisy mumbles.

“I-I know, and-“ he tries to continue, but Daisy isn’t listening anymore.

“Lincoln.”

“Who’s Lincoln?”

“Uh, Lincoln Campbell. He..he was the first inhuman that I became close with. Fought at our side, and he- he died. He died for me, really.” She sighs, looking at the floor, the memories seeping into her mind. “Right when we were getting going, or, you know, getting good.”

“It sounds like you were really in love with this guy.”

“I was.” She smiles, now other memories invading her thoughts. Deke opens her mouth to confess, but Daisy beats her to it, “luckily I met Y/N.”

“Y/N?” He frowns. “Like, you’re lucky she’s your friend?”

“No,” Daisy laughs, “she’s my girlfriend.”

“As in..you’re dating?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“What?” She raises her brows, fully turning to look at him now.

His eyes widen. “Nothing! I just didn’t know the two of you are dating.” He explains quickly, hoping she can’t see the heartbreak on his face.

“You’re actually the first one to know.”

Deke actually starts smiling. It’s a good feeling to be the one to find out something before anyone else, also, he is relieved the others didn’t send him on a fool’s errand while knowing Daisy isn’t even single. “Well, that’s nice.”

The moment gets interrupted by Y/N walking into the room, “Dais, I heard about the f-“ she stops on her track once she notices Deke sitting there. “Oh, sorry to interrupt. I’ll leave you to it.”

“Deke knows.” Daisy states with a smile, offering her hand for Y/N, so she’d come sit with them.

“Wonderful.” She mumbles. “Does Deke know how to keep his big mouth shut?”

He raises his hands and nods. “Deke does know how to keep his big mouth shut.” He would never tell her, but Y/N actually scares him a little bit, in a cool way. He thinks she is cool. Which he would also never tell her.

Daisy laughs, kissing Y/N. Deke looks away at that, feeling a ting of pain at the affection, but he’ll get over it. So, he stays in the room, talking with the pair. Because he thinks this’ll be a great trio.

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stinkysam · 7 months

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Deke Shaw - Patience is a man's best virtue.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : "How about Deke and the reader getting closer in Season 5 after they all return to modern time, mostly because the reader is patient with him unlike the rest and entertains all his questions about Earth understanding of his circumstances :) And somewhere along the way Deke develops feelings lol" - @intrepid-captain

Reader : male (you/yours)

It took him some time to realize his feelings for you, for someone so in tune with his feelings and emotions, he didn't see it coming, at all. You won him over slowly.

He didn't think he'd move on from Daisy. She had it all. Beauty, personality, strength… maybe except patience.

You, on the other hand, seemed full of it. Not that you didn't have the rest as well but patience was really what struck him down in the long run. And doing things for the long run is what he prefers.

You would answer his questions about food, music, movies without judging him for not knowing about it.

"Hey, man can you do me a favor ?"

"Hit me."

"What the hell is this ?" He says, shoving a can of chicken pot pie into your hands.

"The- it's- it's supposed to be a pie, but the companies sell it that way so you can eat the filling or shove it in… in a crust ?"

Deke blinks at you, mouth open as he grabs back the can.

"So it's not soup ?"

"Depends on what a soup is to you."

He stares at you and tilts his head in a way that means to not make it harder for him. You snort and continue. "Nope. Pie. Chicken pie. Maybe we have some frozen crust laying around ?" You say, but you know he's not listening by the end of your sentence.

Or you hear a knock at 3am on your door. You think about ignoring it but it sounded urgent so you get up, your blanket wrapped around you and you open your door to see Deke, also wrapped in his blanket, somewhat panicked.

"Hey, [Name], huh… about what you told me today about gun rights. Awesome. Love it. But like… everyone, everyone ?" He says quietly.

"As long as you're 18 or 21, yeah."

"Yeah, yeah but like…" He looks at you, eyes wide as he waves his hands. "Everyone ?"

You sigh and open your door, inviting him in.

You ended the night with the both of you sitting on your bed, wrapped in blankets and talking about gun rights and the American government.

Since you were one of the few SHIELD agents not wanted, you could often go outside and buy snacks for the team during the occasional quiet times. And Deke would always come with you.

It's like he could smell it in the air when you were about to step outside.

"Why are you following me ?"

"Coulson asked you to pick tonight's dinner, right ?" He asked, smiling.

"Yeah. You want to come ?" As if you needed to ask.

You looked over your shoulder, watching Deke follow you, quickening his pace to be next to you. You already knew what was coming next.

"Yeah ! Duh, obviously." To then add more shyly… "Can I ?"

"Go grab the bags and let's go."

"Right away, sir." And with these words, Deke darted away with a smile, only to come back a few minutes later with them. "Come on, let's go, I'm waiting !"

"Yeah, yeah." You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile as you walked outside with him by your side.

You entered your car and gave Deke your phone, he was already navigating it like it was his. He quickly opened spotify and put some music on. He liked it, your playlist allowing him to discover artists like Racoon Tour, Sleep Token, Ado, Jhariah, or even musicals such as Something Rotten!, Beetlejuice, The Newsies or Rent.

You walked next to him in the store because you knew if you left him alone, you'd end up buying way more than planned.

"Do you really do the lemon thing here ?" He suddenly asks.

"The what ?"

He shakes his head, debating whether he should explain it once more or not.

"You know, saving tokens to buy some lemons and putting them on your… crush's bed so they know someone's into them ?" He says quietly, afraid someone might overhear something potentially ridiculous.

You stare at him and frown with a smile.

"No. But we have anonymous love letters ?"

"What ?" He says, almost offended. "But Coulson and Mack told me…" He grimaces. "These liars."

"Yeah, no. We don't do that here." You say as you pat his back and he huffs, clearly upset.

Then it hit you.

"Oh so that was you ? I heard whispers saying Daisy found a bunch of lemons on her bed." You looked at him and a blush began to crept on his cheeks.

"Yeah- no- that's… yeah… that was me." He admitted, defeated.

"Aw, that's cute. Bit weird out of context but cute. That explains all the lemons in the pantry." You said, patting his back once more, this time more gently.

He stared at you, surprised. He expected you to laugh at him and mock him but instead you found it… cute ? He smiled, sheepish.

"Yeah… I guess…"

After buying all that was necessary you'd make a stop at a bar to get a drink. Or a snack.

"I don't understand."

"What." You ask, bringing your beverage to your lips, taking a sip.

"Beer. It tastes so bad. I lived all my life thinking it was the drink. You know ? You forget your problems because it's so good." He looked at you, expecting an answer. "Why does it taste so bad ?"

"I don't know. Alcohol ?" You shrugged with a grimace.

"But I love Zima."

"That you do." You say with a light chuckle.

"What ?"

"Just remembering your first day here where you ended up drunk and in jail."

"Hey, not cool, man, plus I wasn't drunk."

"Right." You laughed gently, taking another sip of your drink. He smiled at you as he did the same.

Sometimes, during the most boring days you'd stop in town and let him buy what he wanted. Or more accurately, you'd buy him something, whatever that caught his eyes.

Sometimes it'd be maps and postal cards of random places, newspapers, magazines, VHS, DVDs, vinyls… or pastries. They'd all end up preciously stacked in his room, except the food.

It's moments like these that made his heart flutter. Your patience and kindness. He didn't think he'd move on from Daisy, nor did he think he'd be happy about it.

It's as he stares at you for longer than usual as you work on the computers, talking with the others that he realizes his feelings. Yeah, he's got it bad.

#male reader #m!reader #deke shaw #deke shaw imagine #deke shaw x male reader #agents of shield #agents of shield imagine #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#agents of shield x male reader

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redroses07 · 2 months

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𝔻𝕖𝕜𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕨 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔!

#deke shaw x reader #deke shaw #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#aos #agents of shield fanfiction #agents of shield #deke aos

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starboybutler · 1 year

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Swing Down, Sweet Chariot Ch. 1 | Deke Rivers X Walter Hale

THIS STORY IS 18+. MINORS DNI.

(ch. 2 here.)

summary: walter hale spots a young talent at a bar one night, and decides to offer him a job.

word count: 5184

tws: alcohol consumption, age difference, smut, frottage, blowjobs

notes: i posted this on ao3 a while ago, and recently uploaded the second chapter, so i'm posting it here as well. this is one of my longer stories, so i hope you all enjoy 🫶🏽

︶꒦ ꒷ ✦ ꒷ ꒦︶

girls were nothing but trouble.

walter learned that the hard way. he always had girls all over him, whining and begging him for something, and it was starting to get old. sure, dealing with women was his job, in a sense, but they could have had a little dignity when they came up to him.

of course, it wasn't just women. walter hated anyone whiny. it was annoying and unbecoming. he doesn't know how he managed to get stuck with the whiniest people on the planet wherever he went, but they always seemed to just follow him. after that whole fiasco with the murder of that old pharmacist, he decided to quit his job for a bit, and just relax on his own.

that mainly consisted of going to bars, listening to whatever act they were presenting that night, drinking until he was a little bit tipsy, and going to a hotel to sleep it off. sometimes he found himself a women to sleep with- just for the hell of it.

if he was being completely honest, he didn't feel anything for women anymore. with the whole incident that had just happened, he’d been staying away from any type of serious relationship. he never liked to get serious with anyone anyway, as he found it to be too burdening to his psyche.

but he still slept with the women, mostly out of obligation. he didn't want to turn them down and get spit on and called a fairy, so he indulged them. he would crawl into bed with them, lick them between the legs, let them get him off, and be on his way. it was a tiring cycle, but it didn't bother him none.

the bar he had chosen was a little more crowded than the others, and they were all watching the stage intently, waiting for the performances to finish so they could get to the main act.

walter would watch the performances, but he wouldn't make much noise. he enjoyed the background noise, and sometimes the music had a nice beat to it, but he never found himself hyped up. probably because he never drank to the point where he got fully drunk.

the second to last act left the stage, and a short, stout old man hobbled up to the microphone stand to announce the next act.

it was just one kid, from some midwestern town. his name was deke rivers, the crowd cheered as the old man made his way off stage, and the young man stepped into the spotlights.

he was certainly different from all the other acts. everyone else was either a small country band, a jokester, some showgirls, or god know what. but this kid, it was just him and his guitar.

his outfit was nice too. jeans and a jean jacket, accompanied by a blue button up underneath. his hair was black and longer than most men would consider having it, and his eyes were blue like the ocean.

walter found himself facing the stage fully, his eyes unable to leave the boy.

the boy greeted the crowd, and began strumming his guitar mindlessly, before setting it aside. the crowd cheered, and the boy began to dance in a way that walter had never seen before.

his legs were moving this way and that, his hips jerking to the music as he bounced up and down entrancingly. a few strands of stray hair fell down onto his forehead, swaying as he danced. it was hypnotic, almost.

walter had worked in show business for some time- and he had never seen anything like this. sure, girls could wiggle and shake all they wanted, but that was choreographed- in sync. the way this boy was dancing was natural, not planned at all. it was unique, and walter was loving every second.

he didn't know if it was the showman in him, or if he was just actually enjoying it to enjoy it. but either way, the boy had him in a trance. the music was catching his ear as well, the beat lively and the lyrics catchy.

‘So baby, time's a wasting

A lot of kisses I ain't been tasting

I don't know about you but I'm gonna get my share

Oh got a lot o' living to do’

the crowd began to clap along, bopping their heads to the music and cheering as the boy’s energy only seemed to grow. he jumped from the stage, into the a clearing in the middle of the crowd, and spun and snapped and wiggled like he would never do it again.

the crowd watched him with glee, some ladies having to be held back from jumping on him. walter was fascinated at how he had this effect on so many people- women and men alike. he was different, so energetic and happy, he was living in the moment and no one could stop him.

‘A whole lot o' loving to do

Come on baby, to make a party takes two

Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do

A whole lot o' loving to do

And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you

And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you’

the song came to and end and the crowd erupted as the boy went back on stage and bowed his way out, escaping backstage.

as he disappeared behind the curtain, walter felt a twinge of disappointment. that show was the first thing to get his attention in a long, long time- and now that it was over, he was left with all of his feelings again.

he needed to see that boy again.

he stood up and made his way towards the backstage area, taking a drag of his cigar. he reached the entrance to the backstage area and looked the bouncer in the eye.

“let me back, i wanna talk to that deke rivers kid,” he said simply, flicking away some of the ashes from the tip of his cigar.

“a lot of people do.” the bouncer said, rolling his shoulders. “i can't let you back, i’m sorry.”

“it’s on business,” walter said, placing his cigar back in his mouth. “i’m a showman. i run a little thing here and there, i wanna recruit the kid.”

“sir-”

“do i need to show you my card or somethin’?” walter sighed, getting annoyed. the bouncer was beginning to get nervous, and he finally moved out of the way, giving walter access to the back.

“j-just go in.”

“about time.” he muttered, turning the corner.

the backstage area was fairly small, and it didn't take him long to find the room he was looking for. the writing on the sign was messy, but walter could make it out well enough.

walter knocked on the door, tucking a hand in his pocket and waiting for the boy to answer the door. there was rustling, and then the door opened slowly.

there stood the boy from the stage, except this time his jean jacket was gone, and his button up was halfway unbuttoned. the boy’s eyes looked up at walter curiously, blinking.

“oh, hello,” he said, his southern drawl heavy. his eyes were as blue as ever, his skin glistening with sweat. a thought zipped through walter’s brain, but he pushed it away quickly as he straightened his posture.

“i saw your performance,” he started, smiling crookedly. “it was real captivating, and i normally hate bar performances.” he admits, reaching his hand out. “i’m walter. walter hale.”

deke reaches out and takes his hand a bit warily, his eyes slightly confused as he returns walter’s firm handshake. “i’m deke. rivers.”

“i know,” walter hums, releasing deke’s hand. “i know you're probably confused, but i’m here for a good reason, i promise,” walter chuckles.

“and what's that?”

“i think you're real talented,” the older man says simply, taking his cigar between his fingers. “very talented. you don't deserve to be performin’ at a bar.”

“oh, well,” deke says, shrugging his shoulders. “i don't mind it. crowd loves me all the same. at least people wanna watch me, you know?”

walter finds himself smiling at the young man’s attitude. he was obviously fine with not having much, and walter could see the appeal in living like that. sometimes too much could lead to too many problems.

“that's fair,” walter hummed, flicking out his cigar. “but don't you at least wanna perform at a nicer bar?”

deke thought about it for a second, and licked his lips. “this one is kinda run down, ain’t it?” deke chuckled, looking around.

walter laughed, placing his cigar back in his mouth. “well, ‘run down’ is being a little nice,” he hums, smirking softly.

deke chuckles, licking his lips and leaning against the doorframe. “so, if i agree to do business with you, what will you do exactly?”

“well,” walter hums, adjusting his suit jacket. “i’ve ran a show before, it's not too hard to secure a show at a bar with a higher reputation.” he explains. “i’m a little well known, so i could easily get you some nice gigs,”

“well known, huh?” deke hums, smiling slightly. “if that's true, what makes you interested in little ol’ me?”

walter hummed. truth is, he didn't particularly know, but it was something about this boy that attracted him. his charisma, his energy- something. he just knew he couldn't let his boy slip from his grasp, and never see him again. he wanted to keep him close.

“somethin’ about your performance,” walter started, running a hand along his thigh. “it entranced me. i dunno if it was the way you were movin’, or the way your voice rang out,” he sighed, recalling the performance in his mind. “but it was completely different.”

deke was staring at walter with large eyes, his expression unreadable as walter finished his little rant and looked back down at him. walter spoke again.

“so, i just wanna take this opportunity before anyone else,” walter hums. “what do you say?”

the young man swallowed, his eyes drifting away from walter as he scratched at the back of his neck and chuckled shyly.

“w-well shucks, mister hale,” he chuckled, eyes fixed on the wall behind the other man. “i don't think i’ve ever been complimented like that before,”

a blush rose on the boys cheeks, and walter felt a fond smile rise on his lips.

“jeez, kid,” walter teased, waving a hand. “save all that for the girls you bring to your room at night.” he muttered. he couldn't deny that the boy was cute when he blushed, but that's not why he was here.

deke laughed, running a hand through his greasy hair. “you're right.” he sighs, before jerking a thumb back towards his dressing room. “wanna talk over a drink? i got a couch in here,”

walter shrugged, entering the boy’s dressing room and sitting on the small couch. deke closed the door and walked over to his vanity, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, obviously complimentary from the bar.

deke handed walter a glass, and he took it gracefully, smiling as the boy poured the whiskey into his glass. he swished the small glass around and took a drink, humming at the burn. deke poured himself a bit as well, looking at the glass a bit hesitantly.

walter saw the look on his face and raised an eyebrow. “do you drink at all?”

deke shrugged, swirling the whiskey around. “uhm, not much. i’m a lightweight.” he admits, placing down the bottle. “i can get a little…embarrassing when i’m drunk.”

walter chuckles, taking another sip. “that's why it's important to know your limit.” he says, setting down his glass. “when i go to a bar, i only drink about four glasses so i get tipsy, but not drunk.”

“you an embarrassing drunk too?” deke asks.

walter snorts, crossing one of his legs over the other. “that's one word for it.”

the boy huffs out a chuckle and sits next to him, setting his glass down on the small table as well. he places his hands on his knees, rubbing at the fabric of his jeans nervously.

“you really thought my performance was that good?” he asks meekly, a smile on his lips.

“absolutely.” walter says, looking at deke. “never seen anything like that before,” he says, smiling softly. “where’d you learn to move like that?”

deke chuckles, looking away again as a soft blush rose on his cheeks. “well, y’know…just things i saw growin’ up.”

walter leans forward, curiously. “like…”

deke sighs, his head falling back. he looks at deke from the side of his eye, smiling meekly. “strippers,”

another thought ran through walter’s brain, but this time, let it linger a little longer. a dirty, dirty thought. he shook it away and blinked at the boy, a bit surprised.

“that's certainly…interesting.”

“yeah,” he huffs, laughing slightly. “it's a long story, y’know.” he mutters, reaching for his glass of whiskey. he took a rather large drink, obviously embarrassed by his confession. deke’s face immediately twisted up at the taste, coughing at the burn in his throat.

walter chuckled as he scrambled for a water, drinking it hurriedly in an attempt to soothe the burn.

“never had whiskey?” walter asked in a teasing tone.

“no,” deke admits, rubbing at his chest. “just beer.”

“well, that whiskey might hit you a little hard,” he warns, drinking the rest of his with ease. he was worried a bit inwardly, as that made his sixth glass of the night, and he was already feeling a little tipsy.

deke waved him off, settling back onto the couch. “i’ll be fine.” he reassures, adjusting his shirt. “now, if i’m gonna work for you, how much am i gonna be workin’?”

“the days you work are completely up to you,” walter says, leaning back. “you choose your off days.”

“okay,” deke hummed, nodding. “i like that,”

walter hummed. “why, you got a special girl at home?” he asks, leaning onto his hand.

“oh, me?” deke asks, shaking his head. “no sir, i live alone in a little cabin. i don't have a girl.”

“really?” walter hums, surprised. “well, that's one less thing for me to worry about.”

“what about you?” deke asks.

“what about me?” walter shoots back.

“do you have a girl, mister hale?”

“me?” walter chuckles, waving his hand in the air. “oh, no. all girls do is cause me trouble. they tire me out.” he huffs, recalling the incident that caused him to quit. “i don't like em.”

deke blinks, but just nods and sits back in his seat. “yeah, i get that,” he says, crossing his legs. “so, what about pay?”

“okay, this is where things get lengthy,” walter chuckles, pulling out a piece of paper and pen from his suit pocket. “it all depends on what you're willing to work, you see.”

deke nods as walter begins to explains all of the numbers and liabilities for the road- as well as instruments, gas, clothes, etc…and deke nods along.

while he talks, deke drinks another glass or two of whiskey, which gets walter a little concerned- but he didn't say anything. deke may be younger than him, but he isn't his father.

a little while in, deke starts getting a little restless, the alcohol obviously taking effect, and he begins asking little questions here and there- but as time goes on, they get more and more off topic. he's asking about walter’s childhood, what he likes to do in his spare time, what his favorite bar to go to is, if he’s ever been married-

then the big question comes up.

“have you ever taken someone’s virginity?”

walter drops his pen, blinking at deke dumbly at the question. he feels his face get hot, and he prays that he isn't blushing.

“what?”

“you know,” deke hums, shrugging. “you're an older man, you've lived longer than i have.” he explains, gesturing vaguely as he continues. “i just wanna know if… you’ve ever-”

“ruined anyone?”

deke blushes at that, looking away. “sounds harsh when you say it like that.”

“well, ‘s what it is.” he says bluntly, twisting the pen in his fingers. “the answer is no. i haven't, by the way,”

deke hums, his expression slightly disappointed as he turns his eyes back to the paper. “oh, okay,”

walter sets his jaw, closing his eyes. “why did you ask?”

deke swallows hard, looking away and rubbing at the back of his head. “i was uh, hopin’ you could help me with somethin’.” he muttered, his voice slightly slurred.

“like what,” walter asked lowly, licking his lips absentmindedly, staring as the boy looked up at him with large eyes. something unreadable flashed in them, and it made walter’s chest fill with an odd sensation.

“i…” he starts, biting his lip and swallowing hard. “i don't…wanna be a virgin anymore,” he says, his lips parted. “i wanna be a man,”

walter’s cigar fell from his mouth, and he was thankful that it went out a while ago, or he would have set them both on fire. he looked at the boy incredulously.

“what?”

“i-”

“no, don't repeat it,” walter said, holding his hand up. “you're- you're drunk.”

“not that drunk!” he whines, crawling towards walter, his voice needy. “i-i want-”

“no, you don't,” walter says firmly. he felt for deke, he truly did. it wasn't too long ago when he was in the boy’s shoes- except he was a teen and desperate to lose his virginity just to prove that he wasn't a loser like everyone said he was.

he ended up losing his virginity to some dickhead on the football team behind the bleachers of their homecoming game. he hated himself afterwards. he didn't want deke to make that same mistake here, with him.

“make a better choice, deke,” walter said, his voice low. “don't do this just to prove yourself to anyone.”

deke pressed his lips into a flat line, going dead silent as walter began to stand.

“i’ll come back tomorrow night, when you're sober.” he hums, tucking the paper into his pocket. “okay?”

the boy didn't answer. walter cocked his head to the side, and took a closer look at deke, only to realize that the boys eyes were shiny with unshed tears.

“ah, shit,” walter cursed, sitting back down. “don't…don’t cry, kid,” he sighs, rubbing at his temples. “i just don't want you to make a mistake, like i did.”

deke sniffles, pawing at his eyes as walter speaks. he looks so small, so pathetic compared to the boy dancing and singing on stage earlier. deke swallowed hard and spoke, his eyes still glassy.

“i just…i’m tired of being alone.” he sighs shakily, tears gathering in his lashes. “i’ve been alone all my life,” he hiccups, pulling his knees to his chest. “i don't have no one, and i just thought…i dunno, if i wasn't a virgin, i’d feel a little less alone,”

walter sets his jaw, running a hand through his hair and sighing. his reasoning was obviously wrong, but walter felt himself sympathizing with deke again. he understood where he was coming from.

against his better judgment, he gently took deke’s hand into his own.

“i think you're real pretty, kid,” walrer admits, looking into his eyes. “i think you have a whole life ahead of you, but you can't just go around hopin’ people will take your virginity.”

“i know,” he mutters.

“i came back here because i think you're special. i didn't wanna risk never seeing you again,” he says, looking deke in the eyes. “i want you around me. got that?”

deke looks up at him and nods, his eyes big and glassy. walter smiles softly, and they find themselves just staring at one another, lost.

walter can't help but feel a wave of possessiveness wash over him. he didn't want anyone else to hurt deke, or to put any other kind of ideas in his head. he was obviously fragile- and vulnerable, and the thought of someone trying to take advantage of him made him angry.

“i should-” walter spoke, but was cut off as deke leaned up to kiss him eagerly.

the boy's lips were soft and pillowy. walter was practically frozen in shock as the boy pulled him closer, licking into his mouth feverishly.

walter groaned softly, but pushed deke away, panting as a string of saliva connected them at the lip. walter felt his dick twitch in his pants, and he cursed himself out for feeling this way towards the boy.

his eyes trailed over deke, and his cock only responded more. deke was panting softly, his face pink and eyes lidded. his hair was messy, strands over his eyes as he looked up at walter needily. a prominent bulge was showing in his jeans.

fuck.

walter huffed and pulled deke into his lap, pulling him into another heated kiss. he had lost his composure, that one taste of deke frying his brain. the boy tasted sweet, in a way he had never experienced before.

deke was panting against the older man’s lips, and for that moment walter felt as if it was only them in the world. just them and the warmth of their bodies slotted against one another.

he hadn't felt like this in a long time.

with a soft groan, walter’s hands found their way to deke’s slim hips, pulling him down until their erections made contact. a sweet shudder came from the younger man at the pressure, and walter suddenly had the need to hear every noise that deke knew how to make.

boring him down, walter began to guide the younger man’s hips, grinding him against the older man’s erection. he could feel deke’s cock twitching with each movement, and his little gasps were so sweet. his head fell into the crook of walter’s neck, making his skin flush at the contact.

“please,” deke begged, his voice high pitched and breathy- such an extreme contrast to the strong, expressive voice he had heard on stage not so long ago. it was dizzying to think about. he was making deke like this. desperate, needy, a wreck.

“please, mister hale,” deke gasped, his voice cutting through walter’s thoughts as he gripped onto his jacket, leaning back from the crook in his neck. “fuck me,”

those words were almost enough to push walter over the edge right there. he stilled the boy’s hips, looking into his eyes, clouded with arousal and dazed from the alcohol. if walter had half a mind, he would give in to the boy's request- to his desire to see just how many noises he could make- but he knew better.

“no,” walter exhaled, his voice slightly breathy from the friction. “not now, not while you're drunk.” he mutters, moving to guide deke’s hips against his again. “just this. cum just like this,”

deke whined needily, his head falling forward as he felt walter rub against him through the fabric of his jeans. the boy’s thighs tightened up at his sides, and he was whimpering so sweetly that it made walter’s head spin. the older man dug his fingers into deke’s hips harder, huffing as he sped up.

deke cried out, his back stiffening as walter ground against him at a quicker pace, unrelenting and overwhelming in such a good way. a dark spot was forming on his jeans, over the tip of his cock, from all of the precum he was leaking.

“just imagine you're riding me,” walter purred, his eyes heavily lidded as he watched deke sob and tremble.

“p-please–!” deke cried out, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks. “i-i need– i–” he whimpered, his body beginning to tremble softly as he imagined it- walter’s cock buried deep inside of him as he moved his hips and fucked himself on it.

“not now baby,” walter said breathily, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “just cum for me now and you’ll get it later, i promise,” he breathes, pressing his hips into deke’s faster.

deke sobbed raggedly and went stiff, his whole body trembling from head to toe as he came hard in his jeans. he was gripping on to walter’s jacket tightly, trying to muffle his cries into his neck.

walter wasn't far behind, cumming with a stifled groan. he loosened his grip on deke’s hips, panting softly as he came down from his high.

it was silent and still for a minute. neither of them moved from their position, collapsed onto one another, until deke started weakly rolling his hips again.

walter hissed from the overstimulation, his hands flying to the boy’s hips again, but not stopping him.

“what–”

“again,” deke gasped, his voice breathy and needy as he looked up at walter. “i wanna cum again,”

jesus christ.

walter hissed and sat up, pushing deke off of his lap and back into the couch. the boy immediately went to apologize, but walter held up a hand to hush him.

“hush, i’m just-”

walter huffs lowly, running a hand through his hair and sinking between deke’s legs, undoing his belt slowly and unzipping his pants.

the boy gasped softly as his half hard cock hit the cold air, cum still smeared on the tip from his previous orgasm. he was surprisingly big, equally long and thick with a pink head. walter hummed lowly, leaning forward and licking up the creamy white fluid, inwardly groaning at how the boy tasted. deke gasped softly, his cock slowly working its way to attention.

“mister hale–” he whined, his hips twitching upwards as walter continued to lick his tip clean, purring at the sweet taste. walter felt himself getting hard again, just from the thought of what he was doing. deke had never been touched before, and here he was- giving him his first taste of pleasure and what it meant to fall apart. it was maddening.

everything about deke was pure. his skin, the way he tasted against his tongue, the agonizingly sweet noises he made. walter didn't want to take it away from him completely– not tonight.

slowly, walter began to take the pink head of deke’s cock into his mouth, tongue still lapping at the tip gently. the boy is writhing against the leather couch, his flush spreading down his chest as walter’s hot mouth envelops him, swallowing him with ease.

the older man suckled at the boy's length as he laved his tongue at the underside, his hand grabbing the base to steady his cock as he began to bob his head slowly. the noises escaping deke’s throat were sweet and agonizingly sinful, but walter couldn't find it in him to care one bit. the younger man tasted so sweet, unlike anything he had ever had the pleasure to taste before. he never wanted to forget this.

“mmh– fuck…” deke sobbed, pressing his face into the crook of his arm as his breathing sped up, his hips twitching up into walter’s mouth. the older man welcomed his thrusts, taking his hips into his hands and guiding his thrusts as deke more or less began to fuck his face shyly.

a shy hand found walter’s hair as deke’s thrusts became sloppier, the tip of his cock touching the back of his throat with each pump of his hips. walter hummed lowly around the younger man, swallowing around him and swirling his tongue around his length eagerly.

“m–mister hale–” deke sobs, his hand tightening in walter’s hair as he thrusts up sloppily. “i–i’m gonna–”

walter seized the boy's hips, guiding his hips needily, filled with hunger. he needed to taste deke– he needed to feel his release in his throat. the boy whimpered sweetly, his breath hitching as he gripped walter’s hair, his back arching as he came hard into the older man’s throat, making walter purr lowly. he tasted hot and sweet and perfect; and walter never wanted to forget the taste.

deke let out a small whimper as walter kept suckling at his length, cleaning his cock and pulling off with a lewd ‘pop’.

walter wiped at his lips, humming lowly and looking over deke’s figure. he was panting heavily, his face red and shiny with sweat as he looked at walter with lidded eyes.

“mister–”

“c’mere,” walter exhaled, reaching out and pulling deke into his arms, grabbing a few napkins from the coffee table in front of them. he bunched them

up and gently wiped at deke's cock, swabbing away the mixture of spit and cum that stained his length.

walter felt his release from earlier seeping through his boxers, but it wasn't through his pants yet. he still tucked some of the napkins into his pants and cleaned himself lazily before tossing them to the side. he didn't need to do it perfectly right now. he could shower at his place.

he tucked deke back into his pants, and the silence hung over them once more, nothing but their heavy breathing and the faint rustle of clothes filling the room. he could feel deke’s eyes on him, and that only made his face feel hotter with shame, as he could still taste him on the back of his tongue.

maybe this was a mistake.

walter stood, straightening his suit jacket and rolling shoulders. “i’ll uh, come back tomorrow.” he said simply, his voice still a bit breathy as he spoke. “you’ll be performing here again, right?”

deke gave a small nod, and walter gave a strained smile.

“alright, i’ll be back here tomorrow night, when you're sober,” he says, heading for the door and not daring to turn around. he knows what he did in there was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. he didn't want to make deke feel bad for what happened, but he just couldn't bring himself to say anything else.

he didn't even know if he had it in him to come back tomorrow night. he didn't know if he had it in him to stay away. the boy gave him so many emotions at once– things he hasn't felt in years, and to be feeling them now that his heart has laid cold and dormant for years was almost agonizing.

he pulled another cigar from his suit pocket, lighting it and taking a deep drag as he stepped onto the street, his head hung low as he exhaled the smoke. he wanted to see deke again, but he didn't know if he could face him again, no matter how much he couldn't bare the thought of not seeing him again.

he stared up at the moon, sighing deeply. he had always managed to fuck things up, even early on in life. this seemed to be no different.

he pulled the cigar from his lips and flicked the embers away, smacking his lips faintly. he could still taste deke on his tongue– sweet and hot and pure– perfect.

what he would give to taste him again.

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