Sweet Dreams

serendipitous salvation | peter parker

Summary: After everything he’s been through, Peter finds himself coming back to the one constant in his life: you

Pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of violence, wounds, fighting, etc…

A/n: I don’t know where y’all have been hiding, but I’ve been an Andrew!Spidey whore for a decade now and I’m so happy to see him finally getting the love he deserves! Anyway, I hope this isn’t so bad and that you enjoy :)

It was an accident, a complete and utter accident. But it’s one that no matter how hard he tried to fight, he couldn’t stop it from happening.

Peter Parker never meant to fall in love with you. He never wanted to need another person again, never wanted to put his heart in a position where it could be shattered again.

And yet he did. Because as soon as Peter’s eyes met yours, he fell in love.

He likes to think it wasn’t an instant thing, because when he met you for the first time, you were in high school. He was with Gwen, and she was his everything. But looking back, he knows that’s not the truth. It fills him with guilt to think that even when she was alive, there was a part of him that was in love with you. And he didn’t even realize it.

It took him years to figure it out, even after Gwen was gone. He didn’t want to admit to himself that he had fallen in love with his best friend, especially knowing the danger that knowledge could put you in. Because in the end, it mattered less that you knew of Peter’s love for you, and more that his enemies didn’t.

Holding the heart of Spider Man was, and is a dangerous game to play, whether you knew you were his heart’s keeper or not. And Peter tried his damnedest to keep it from you, with every cell in his body.

Until he couldn’t anymore.

He thinks about that moment with both sorrow and joy, the moment he allowed himself to feel something, allowed himself to tell you how he felt. He didn’t go into it expecting anything from you, only hoping that maybe you felt the same, while in the back of his mind praying that you didn’t. Because that way, you couldn’t get hurt. And yet, you did. You felt the same.

When Gwen died, he was broken, a shell of his former self.

“It’s all my fault. I couldn’t save her.” He had said to you in tears. The night he lost her was the night he realized he couldn’t live without you. It was also the night he realized he needed to push you away, to save you from him…but he couldn’t.

The only person who could bring him out of his grief, was you. And Peter knew that. You let him cry, let him be angry, and allowed him the chance to process everything he was feeling. You gave him all of you, every ounce of life you had, to help him find himself again.

“Because if there’s a breath left in your body, then life is worth living.” You had told him. Peter takes that with him everywhere he goes. When things get tough, that’s what he remembers, repeating it like a mantra.

As the years past and you both got older, Peter’s crime fighting days felt behind him. He continued to wear the suit and do what he could to protect those in need, but it came to a point where he no longer felt he could do all the things he used to. The one thing that remained a constant though, was his nightly patrols.

Each night he’d sling through the city for a few hours, watching as the city slept. And every night when he felt it safe, he’d slip through the window of your apartment unit, landing gracefully in your bedroom.

You’d gotten used to it by now, staying up into the early hours of the morning, the sky still dark and motionless. You’d wait for him each night like clockwork, as if it were a routine you had held for a lifetime. And it felt like it was.

So when you hear the click and slide of your bedroom window, you’re less than surprised. It’s a sound you’ve come to welcome, an indication that Peter has made it home safely.

“Long night?” You question with a tilt of your head.

Peter pulls his mask off, a smile adorning his face as soon as he sees yours. He flashes you his teeth awkwardly, his smile slanted.

You recognize the look of pain immediately, a grimace overtaking his features. Waving your hand, you motion for him to sit on your bed as you pull your first aid kit out of the bedside dresser. He complies rather easily, pulling down his suit to reveal a rather large gash on his chest.

Your eyes widen at the sight. It’s not something you’ve seen in a while, since Peter decided to limit his duties to midnight patrols. But you’re still used to it, from all those nights in your teens and early twenties when he was off fighting the worst of the worst. You were always the one to patch him up. Before Gwen, and after.

You lean down slowly, examining the wound carefully. “What was it this time?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” He starts. But when you give him a disapproving look, he sighs, “Just some guy with a knife.”

“Looks to be more than just some guy with a knife.”

Your words aren’t callous or laced with anger. You’re simply stating a fact. And while woven in your tone is a heck of a lot of concern, Peter can find no judgment. It doesn’t surprise him, you’ve never been one to make him feel judged, but it does make his heart race just a little faster.

“Maybe.” He says, as you begin treating his wound, hissing lightly at the burning sensation the alcohol is causing.

“It’s going to hurt.”

“Mhm.” He nods. “Like hell I imagine.”

You let out a light chuckle at his response. You don’t blame him for trying to find the humour in the situation, you’re sure if you were in his position, you’d do the same.

When you’ve finished, Peter’s breath is short and ragged. He watches wordlessly as you dress his chest with gauze, observing just how delicate you’re being with him.

It’s always been like that though, you taking care of him. You saving him from himself.

“You’re really beautiful you know that?” He breaks the silence.

Your eyes meet his briefly, your bodies facing one another. You quickly realize just how intimate this seems and it makes you collapse in on yourself. You cannot allow yourself to feel this kind of hope. Maybe he feels the same.

“How am I supposed to respond to that?”

This time your tone is far off, almost like you’re trying to detach yourself from reality. And Peter begins to wonder how and why his question could catch you so off guard. You had to know how beautiful you are…

“You don’t have to.” He states, bringing one hand to rest on your cheek. He gently turns your face towards his, allowing his eyes to reach into your soul. As you gaze into them, you find yourself getting lost. They’re like pools of embers, like a warm fire, like home.

“I love you.” He says like it’s not the most important thing he’s ever said to you.

“You can’t-” You pull away from him, letting his hand drop. “Peter, you can’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” He asks so softly, it almost breaks your heart.

Your eyes search his for an answer, desperately trying to figure out what to say next without breaking down. “Peter-“ You can only manage to whisper his name. And it’s never sounded so wrong coming out of your mouth before.

He looks at you again, seeing the tears that are threatening to fall, and he can feel his heart shattering all over again. He’s lost Gwen, and now he’s losing you.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long.” You finally say, your voice hoarse. “I can’t let myself believe you feel the same, because if you don’t…”

Your words trail off as Peter’s hands reach up to cup your face. He hums lightly, a soft smile growing on his face. “There is no universe that exists where I’m not so in love with you, that’d I do anything to make you mine.”

A joyful laugh bubbles from your throat. “I’m already yours.” Your thumb grazes his cheek with a tenderness you’ve never expressed before. “I always have been.”

“Can I kiss you now (Y/n) (L/n)?” He asks, his heart beating in time with yours.

You smile, leaning forward and placing your lips on his. “Now, and whenever you like Peter Parker.” You place your lips on his again, a feeling you’ll never get used to.

Your kiss is one that takes his breath away, one that makes him feel deliriously at peace. And as he kisses you, he remembers your words that became his mantra: you are Peter Parker’s breath, you make his life worth living.

Everyday I feel single as fuck

And everyday I continue to read and increase my expectations

Cuddling with Loki would include:

A post no one asked for but I was sad after the first ep of Loki so...Here you go!

- Loki's cuddles are needy. He's so starved for genuine affection and love that despite initially being guarded and dismissive when you ask, he'll quickly submit

- If you tease him for initially being reluctant and change your mind, he'll get playfully annoyed and pull you toward him, winding his arms around you and not letting you go

- He would be content to stay wrapped up with you for hours (or longer really) doing nothing else

- Plays with your hair, rubs your arms, kisses your head every so often and nuzzles up to you a lot

- No little spoon or big spoon nonsense! He'd lie facing you, staring at you with expectant eyes as you tried not to let yourself get too flustered

- Melts into your touches, literally. He'll draw closer wherever you touch him, following you slightly when you pull away

- Loves when you play with his hair:( Will close his eyes and rest his head in your lap if you let him, smiling slightly at the feeling

- He's more vulnerable when you're like that, often times opening up about things he wouldn't usually, while you listen patiently and reassure him

- He won't stop talking some days, going on about things and often drowning you with honey-coated words about how much he adored you and was grateful for you

- ...Which often makes you laugh, if only because you're embarrassed and he's so direct. He'll grin deviously, always happy to get a smile or laugh out of you

- He'd really adore that time and would be so grateful he had you. Someone spending time with him like that is new to him and he'll never tire of it

- Won't be able to stop smiling the whole time. If you catch him he'll tone it down to a small smirk, but he can't help himself

- If you aren't careful, he'll want cuddles all the time. You'll walk by him while he's sitting somewhere and he'll just take your hand and look at you like 🥺 before gently pulling you toward him

- He's always happy to oblige your (his) need for cuddles and affection, after all :^)

Hi!! i saw your requests were open so, could you write some Peter x Stark!reader, where every time Tony sees them together they are always like making out or smth, so he gets kinda mad, but the one they he finally sees them doing smth really cute and fluffy. Thanks!! Love your writing btw.

he loves you too (peter parker x stark!reader)

word count: 0.5k

warnings: fluff, language, steamy kisses and, touches, tony being an annoying dick, peter being an awkward dork

author's note: haven't written a stark fic in a hot minute haha, love this cliche concept. also going to make this a headcanon because yea and thank you!

peter parker masterlist

you're his kid

and you're just like him

which he hated and loved

but your boy crazy phase

god

it killed him

or shall i say is killing him

because ever since the spider kid decided to join the avengers and stay at the facility

peter parker was the last kid your dad expected you to date

or fuck

he thought you liked the cliche bad boy fuckers

but of course, you proved him wrong

especially when he walked in on you and peter for the first time

a year after peter moved in

you were straddling peter's lap as he sat on your bed

your arms lazily placed on his shoulders as your lips were connected and moving with his

peter's hand dangerously close to your ass

"now, what the actual flying fuck," your dad raised his voice at the both of you

"come on," you groaned and climbed off of peter's lap, standing while turning to your dad

he raised an eyebrow at you and you simply crossed your arms, "well?"

"did you need something?" you retorted, the sass almost giving your poor billionaire father whiplash

peter awkwardly sat behind you flustered, his hands nervously tied together as he avoided your dad's piercing glare

"what is this?"

"what you see."

"unbelievable," he muttered and shook his head at the two of you

"did you need something, dad?" you repeated, pursing your lips at him

"yea, for you to drop your attitude and tell me more about your boyfriends," he scoffed and walked away from your room

"b-boyfriends?" peter stammered

and the cycle of him walking in on you and peter continued

some cases were worse than each other

"peter," you breathed out heavily as he lied you on his bed

he hummed in response and kissed down your neck, his hands carefully roaming your body

"hey arachnid, do you—" your dad then walked in once again for the millionth time, his eyes glued to his phone until he glanced up to see peter's hand down your pants

peter quickly snatched his hand away and stood up abruptly, smiling sheepishly

"for fucks sake," he raised his voice and walked off dramatically

"you're such a drama queen!" you yelled at him

"and you're such a horn dog!" he yelled back

peter stifled a laugh

"you are too!"

he then shut up and glanced at you bashfully

it got pretty annoying because he'd always walk in on you and peter's steamy moments and not the innocent, domestic ones

but finally

after all

he comes home to you and peter dozing off on the couch on the living area floor

you're lying between his legs with your arms wrapping around his body and your head on his chest

you move up and down with each breath of his and find yourself drifting off to sleep to the beat of his heart

tony walks over and gently grasps peter's head, tilting it back

peter hesitantly glances up at him

"kid."

"tony. i mean, m-mr. stark."

"please, take care of her."

"always."

"i'm serious, mr. parker. if you break her heart, i'll break your spine."

"oh."

"joking. of course, i couldn't do that i'd have mr. banner do that."

"o-oh."

"dad, please shut the fuck up," you whisper, slightly awake from the sudden commotion

"just giving him the ol' dad talk."

"yea and i'm trying to sleep."

"seriously though. condoms. use them. i'm too young to be a grandpa," he glares at you two teasingly and walks off

"your dad scares me," peter sighs and holds you closer, kissing the side of your head

"mm, but you're spider-man."

"still."

"he loves you too, you know," you murmur, eyes closed again

"too?"

"yeah, i love you."

"r-really?"

"really."

"i-i love you too."

"i love you more," you snuggle into his embrace, unable to see the teary look in his eye and soft smile upon his face

thanks for reading, let me know what you think!

tagging some mutuals <3 @evermoreholland @ptersmj @celestialholland @heavenlyholland @hollandcrush @dhtomholland @msmarvelsmain @ms-misery @spideyspeaches @alinastarkrovs @peterbenjiparker @peterssweetpea @selfcarecap @asonofpeter

everyone around me is in love! and i have the loneliness of a 12 year old girl

bound by a secret;

c: peter parker x gn!reader;

wc: 0.9k

an: i hate writing on my phone and bc i don't have my laptop rn, enjoy this rushed scenario that it's haunting me since nwh <3

ps: i imagined andrew garfield's spider-man, but you can imagine the one you like the most mwah

"Wait," Peter held your hand as you walked away from him, forcing you to stop in your tracks and stare at him curiously, your steps slowly approaching your boyfriend. "There is something I want to tell you."

his tone was serious, Peter's beautiful eyes running away from you, too scared, too anxious, too nervous to face you.

"Okay.."

your smile quickly faded from your face, your eyes attentively catching every move Peter made.

"its a secret."

your heart began to beat rapidly.

a secret.

you've known Peter forever, your childhoods crossing the streets of your neighborhood playing together and your adolescences gathering in libraries embellished by the tender exchanges of glances you couldn't disguise. years were spent side by side, conversations and games gaining great prominence in your lives, a whole storybook to be filled with the memories you shared.

as such, there were no secrets between you.

or so you thought.

"Okay..."

Peter took a deep breath and grabbed your other hand, trying to borrow a little of your own strength so he could have the courage to verbalize the various words that dazzled his mind.

calm and clearly; Peter just needed to be calm and clearly declaim the speech he had rehearsed so many times in front of the mirror. Peter just needed to be calm. Peter just needed to speak clearly.

"I am Peter Parker."

silence followed Peter's words as you stared at him, confused and somewhat amused.

"I am aware of that."

it was hard to talk without laughing after Peter's confession, your words sounding so fast and jumbled that they took Peter by surprise.

"What?" he looked at you and quickly noticed your smile that was beginning to form. his words replayed in his mind and brought him some lucidity, and embarrassment, making him even more nervous and letting the whole alphabet mix in his mind and run over itself every time he opened his mouth. "No. No! I mean, I am Peter Parker, of course! I am, yes. But what I mean is that I am Peter-man."

"and here i was, thinking you were Peter Pan."

a small laugh escaped your mouth as Peter let out a grunt of frustration followed by a muffled laugh.

he dropped your hands and stared at you seriously, the tension settling once more after a brief moment of relief caused by Peter's nervousness.

silence formed once more and the secret remained untouchable, inaudible, non-existent.

until he opened his mouth once more, this time clearly and calm, formulating the three words he had rehearsed for nights on end.

"I am Spider-man."

Peter's secret fled across the roof of the school, scattering the crucial information across the vast streets of New York, preventing that hero's identity from being known to the wind itself.

Peter's secret was released and told, a huge weight from Peter's shoulders flying at his little words, his back feeling instantly lighter as soon as his confession was heard by you.

but there was no reaction.

Peter was staring at you impatiently while you looked at him as if you were still waiting for something more in his speech. there was no blink or smile, no monosyllables or laughter. you just didn't give anything. Peter Parker has revealed himself to you and you have given him nothing.

"oh, was that it?"

when time seemed to have been consumed by the rudeness with which you dealt with the revelation, your words stabbed Peter's ears, waking a small dramatic flame within him.

"What do you mean 'that's it"?! I just gave you the revelation of the year and you just say that? seriously?!"

Peter's screams were always funny to you, especially when you knew there was drama and outrage behind him and never, ever, hate or anger.

"I just don't think it's such a big revelation when I've known it for months."

"you what?"

a squeak from Peter, a laugh from you, an autumn breeze.

"the fact that you're always late for our dates just minutes after Spider-man saved New York? the fact that you got incredibly strong overnight? the fact that you forgot to hide your suit when I went to your house last month?"

Peter was speechless.

glaring at you in the last rays of the day's sun, Peter didn't know if he should be upset or impressed; your words echoed through Peter's head, making him laugh as reality hit him, his hand once again reaching for yours, while the other held you by the waist.

"so it's no secret?"

"nope, sorry. you know you can't keep secrets from me."

he pulled you to him with care, now his two hands gently holding your waist as you rock your bodies according to a song just dictated by the vast universe witness of your everlasting love.

"not even one?" he brushed his nose against yours, teasing your lips with his as he waited for an answer from you, the smile he possessed being simply mischievous.

"nope."

"what if I tell you I love you? Is that a secret?"

finally, a kiss.

"It's more like a promise."

"a promise?" he brought your foreheads together, the sunset light painting your love on a city canvas in the hopes of preserving the confession of your love for all eternity.

"a promise you will never leave me. or lose me."

Peter smiled and kissed you again, his fingers gently squeezing your waist as he let the autumn breeze take with it all the words spoken at that moment.

for, among you, bound by a secret, there was nothing but a promise made for the first time.

Sansûkh dictionary

So because I’m a huge fan of @determamfidd‘s fic Sansûkh I’ve been trying to keep an accurate record of all the Sindarin, Khuzdul and even Black Speech that has shown up in the fic so far in order to have an easily accessible dictionary on hand at all times. Which is what this is.

Still, do tell me if I’m missing some word and/or phrase because there’s a lot of them and I have no doubt that could happen. Also I am exhausted. This was a lot of work plus emotions from the most recent chapter so I’m just gonna drop dead now, if you don’t mind.

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could you please hc for looking realizing he in love and all those new emotions and silly things, you know just something that makes my heart bound

Loki and falling in love

He doesn’t think it’s love at first but rather just a friendship because that’s how far he lets his relationships be

Then he notices the changes, how his eyes follow you whenever you’re moving around in the same room

Your little touches when you pull him somewhere or just brush a strand of hair out of his face

They lingered more and he finds himself thinking about your soft skin touching his face and hands

His body heating up whenever you hug him or hold his hand in occasions

He then comes to the conclusion that it might just be lust and nothing but how wrong he was

His heart burned for you when you laughed and gave your full attention to others

The bounding of his heartbeat kept loud in his eardrums whenever he made you laugh or smile

The way he finds himself getting lost in your eyes when you speak

The hesitation in his Demeanor just because he scared he’ll melt if he held you close

He notices the tiniest details about you

How your teeth show when you laugh genuinely and you pout when you’re in a bad mood

How your eyes sparkle with wonder whenever he showed you one of his spells

your cute little dance when you get something you wanted for long

He finds himself smiling softly at you, at the most random times

Being close to you feels like a really warm blanket being warped around his body

His name out of your lips makes him feel like time stopped and started In slow motion

His cheeks and ears would turn a light pink and sometimes blueish whenever you complemented him

It takes a lot for Loki to fall in love but when he does.

It a hard fall that leaves a permanent mark in his heart

Your mark

Science Says You Need It [p.p]

Masterlist

Pairing: Peter Parker x Touch Starved!Reader

Warnings: swearing but otherwise pretty clean (weird right)

Request: HEY YOU, can I request a Peter Parker x touch starved best friend. Peter and her are having a movie night at her place and Peters like laying in her lap and he moves so she jokes around about being touch starved to get him back and Peter being the sweet boy he is fixes that problem and it’s all cute, fluffy and junk 🙄💗💗

Synopsis: Peter decides to make sure you receive physical affection when you joke about being touch starved.

a/n: long time no see

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You had never been one for physical affection. Expressing love and appreciation felt more normal through words. From you towards others and vice-versa. This need to deny most to all touching resulted in your yearning for it in the back of your mind.

Your best friend on the other hand was all over physical contact when you spent time together which was often. And never did anything that you were uncomfortable with because he was so soft and loving.

Peter didn’t neglect the thought of how special he must be for you to be okay with how much he would hold your hand when he was nervous or the number of times he wraps his arms around your waist.

He also paid attention to how you denied other cases of touching from others. The pretty boy who couldn’t go a minute without being consumed by his love for you. It made you feel safe and you honestly looked forward to it.

Maybe you’re both in need of someone to make you feel secure. But one of you is little more comfortable talking about it.

“You gonna watch the movie you got to pick or…,” you peered down at the boy laying with his head in your lap whose eyes had been focused on your features for the past twenty minutes.

He sputtered out an incoherent response you felt wasn’t in need of an explanation. Whenever you caught him staring at you, strings of “no I wasn’t” fell from his lips.

“Whatever you say,” you teased, your attention falling back on the bright screen.

When your hands found his hair, he was gone. Completely smitten. Relaxed and content. He likes when you play with his hair if you couldn’t tell.

Duh.

“I’ll be back,” he told you as he got up to put the pizza in the oven that hand just dinged.

“Seriously?” You whined, narrowing your eyes at him when he looked back at you with a worried expression on his face.

“But I thought you wanted pizza?” He questioned, genuine concern in his voice and you couldn’t keep the laugh from escaping your lips.

He frowned as you shook your head at his obliviousness to your sarcasm.

“No, I do,” 


“Okay, you just seemed upset,”

“I was kidding- not like I'm touch starved or anything,” you rolled your eyes and focused on the movie again while Peter contemplated what you said on the way to the kitchen.

You just told him you were joking so he tried not to think much of it. He knew you really only showed affection to him and seemed to enjoy it when he initiated the contact. But you got Peter thinking; what if you are touch starved?

The thought spun around his mind throughout the rest of the night, even when he felt the sleep begin to pull his eyes shut with his head resting on your shoulder.

—

Your best friend had been more touchy over the past few weeks, that’s for sure. You definitely didn’t mind because he was normally was, but now he seemed to be going out of his way.

Out at lunch the other day, he insisted you sit on the same side of the booth. He held your hand in his during the whole time you were there, even while you were trying to eat. When you questioned it he just shrugged and gave you a shy smile.

Peter couldn’t deny this as an excuse to act as more of a couple in public. Others assumed you to be a couple anyway but now it is impossible to convince someone you didn’t have something going on.

How could he not have feelings for you when you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

When you were hanging out in his room a couple of weeks ago, his hands wrapped around your waist while you were on your phone and pulled you close to him. It felt so nice to be held and feel protected.

Overall, Peter dedicated every opportunity possible to show you simple physical attention.

Now you’re back where you started. The two of you had cuddled up on the couch and you grew tired with your head laying on his warm chest.

“Y/n/n?” Peter whispered under you, “You just wanna sleepover?”

He only received a small hum from the body on him and took it as a yes. Carefully, he slid out from under you and picked you up to carry to his room. He gently set you in the bed, pulling blankets over you before placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Night Y/n/n,” he told your sleeping figure, grabbing a pillow and blanket for himself.

He made an okay bed on the couch and shut the tv off. He too was quick to fall asleep once he got comfortable. As usual, images of you played in his mind while he drifted off.

You shifted a few times before realizing you were no longer within the toned arms of Peter Parker. It was a little off-putting but your eyes adjusted and you determined you were in his bed, minus him.

Out of curiosity, you got up and made your way to the hall in the dark. Trying to stumble as little as possible with the help of the city lights beaming in, you got to the living room where Peter’s senses had woken him up about two soft curses falling from your lips ago.

“There you are,” you stated quietly as you approached the couch, “Why are you out here?”

Peter had wondered the same thing himself before he fell asleep. Obviously, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable if you woke up in the middle of the night (even though you would be far from it).

But another reason was probably the not so simple fact that sharing a bed would be a little different than the last time you did it a couple of years ago when you actually were “just friends”.

Lol, you thought. Dumb ass, Peter Parker’s in love with you or some shit.

“I um…I figured you should just have your own space, I guess?” Hey answered quietly and you made out the nervousness across his features.

“You guessed very wrong,” you chuckled as a lazy smile came to your lips and you lifted the blanket from his body.

Without a word, you got back in your original position with your body on top of Peter’s, his heartbeat playing in your ear. His arms instinctively held you close and he silently celebrated you wanted him to hold you.

“Hey, Peter?” You spoke softly in case he was unconscious again.

“Yes?”

“Why are you so touchy with me?”

Shit, you noticed. But how could you not?


“I uh- do you n- not like it?” He asked shyly and loosened his grip on your waist.

“No, don’t get me wrong I like it from you just not other people. I’m just wondering more why you’ve been doing it a lot these past few weeks,” you rested your chin on his sternum and saw his nose scrunch.

“Sorry I just thought- because of what you said- you would want me to do things more often but I’ll stop if-,”

“I said I like it so you can relax but I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you thought back to anything you had told him recently but nothing came to mind.

“Remember, you said that you were touch starved?” He let out a nervous laugh and your eyes widened with realization.

“Oh, I wasn’t really serious about that,”

“You sure?”

"You don’t need to worry, I’m all good,”

“Y/n/n, come on,”

“Okay maybe it was a little true,” you confessed, followed by a deep sigh.

His arms returned to your waist, squeezing a little as you laid your head back on his chest.

“Nothing wrong with liking human contact, science actually says you need it,” he reassured you, running his fingers up and down your spine.

“Still, I don’t need people knowing I want it. Especially since you're the only person I like it from,”

“I’ll take my job very seriously then,”

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