#nick goode 1978 smut

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➪the one where it’s time for nick to sacrifice another resident of shadyside, but calls his old flame instead. (request, altered slightly)

First time writing 1994 Nick <3 (I find both versions fine, btw)

Warnings: Fear Street related topics, mentions of the devil, mentions of death, character death, blood, Tommy Slater has an ax (enough said), rituals, swearing, time jump, flashbacks, descriptions of blood, murder, kissing, Nick isn’t evil

Word Count: 3.5k

1978

Nick nearly tripped over the many large rocks that littered the ground of the woods, the flashlight he gripped tightly doing very little to light his way. He balanced himself quickly before resuming his fast pace. 

  He hadn’t seen you in quite some time and it was slowly driving him insane. He had no idea where you were or if you were okay, and the thought of something terrible happening to you had his hands shaking and his heart racing.

  Why hadn’t he made sure you were somewhere safe before he made the sacrifice?

  He fucked up, he knew that. 

  He wasn’t thinking clearly. 

  He just said the first name that came to mind.

  And worst of all, he couldn’t fucking find you.

-

The cave was dark, even with the many candles he lit. 

  Endless thoughts ran through his head, guilt, worry and fear beginning to take over his body. 

  What if he forgets what to say? What if he picks a bad sacrifice? What if-

  “Thomas Slater,”

  Fuck.

  Well…

  It was done. 

  He hadn’t meant to say Tommy’s name. He actually liked the boy quite a bit and had no intention of picking him to be the sacrifice, but his name just slipped out.

  Before he blew out the candle, he quickly checked to see if it worked. When he saw the newly carved name in the stone, he knew he had succeeded and he had officially carried on the family legacy. 

  “Fuck,” he muttered, blowing out the candle and running up the stairs to find you as fast as he could.

  What did he do?

-

“Y/n!” He called out for what felt like the hundredth time. It had been a while since he saw Kurt take the bus full of kids and drive as far away as he could from the camp. He knew you weren’t on it. “Where the fuck are you?!”

  Man, he fucked up.

  If anything were to happen to you, he knew he would never forgive himself. This was completely and entirely his doing and the amount of blood that was on his hands was endless. 

  He could only hope that your blood wouldn’t join the many campers’.

  Just as he opened his mouth to call out to you again, movement up ahead caught his attention. “Y/n?” In the clearing, leaning against the rather large tree, was you. Your chest was rising and falling quickly, as if you had been running, and your head was bleeding. But you were alive. “Y/n!”

  At the sound of your name, you shot up from the tree, your eyes scanning everywhere in the direction of where the voice came from. Your eyes meet Nick’s and tears involuntarily form in them, a broken smile forming on your lips. “Nick,” you call back as he lets out a relieved sigh, closing his eyes as an attempt to calm himself down.

  You were okay.

  Neither of you saw Tommy creep out from behind the tree, his hands swinging the ax up, until it was too late. Nick opened his eyes just as the ax swung down, his hand letting go of the flashlight. “Y/n!”

  You turned around and your chest was immediately pierced with the ax. Your mouth opened in shock, blood quickly beginning to pool on your tongue. Nick screamed from behind you, but you couldn’t focus on anything as you fell back due to the force of Tommy’s kick he gave to your abdomen, pulling the ax from your chest in the process.

  Nick felt like he couldn’t run fast enough, despite his legs moving the second he saw Tommy. He watched in horror as Tommy raised his arms above his head once more, burying the ax into your chest again, this time even deeper. 

  Your eyes closed as your chest was impaled for the third time, blood pouring from your mouth and staining your lips. 

  Tommy was about to go for his fourth swing when Nick finally reached you, his eyes frantically searching for something to use as a weapon. He reached for a broken branch, not noticing how heavy it actually was as he used both hands to swing it up from its spot on the ground. It makes contact with Tommy’s head and he drops the ax as he stumbles over himself. 

  Nick grabbed it, kicking Tommy’s leg to knock him to the ground before he swung the ax down and into his face. The force of it split the bag, and most likely his head, in half. 

  Tommy stopped moving almost instantly, his body going limp and matching yours. 

  Nick threw the ax a few feet away and was at your side within seconds. His hands cradled your face as if you were the most fragile thing in the world, his eyes looking down at the three ax wounds that scarred your chest. “Y/n,” he said, his thumbs wiping away the blood that smeared your chin. When you didn’t answer him, or even move an inch for that matter, Nick felt his heart drop. “No, Y/n.”

  He moved one hand to your neck, his fingers hopelessly feeling for a heartbeat that wasn’t there. 

  “No, no, not you. Not like this,” he said, his eyes tearing up as he moved his hands to your blood covered chest. He had never done this before, but he needed to act fast before your body shut down completely. “Come on, come back.”

  He applied quick bursts of pressure to your chest, ignoring how your once white tank top was now stained dark red, before he moved his hands to your face. He used one hand to tilt your head up while keeping your mouth open and the other to cover your nose as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, blowing air into your mouth.

  “Come on!” He yelled desperately, resuming the compressions to your chest. Why wasn’t it working? He could feel the adrenaline seeping into him as he leaned back down to blow air into your mouth again. “I’m so sorry. Please. Come back to me.” 

  His hands were shaking as they returned to your chest for the third time, his ability to apply enough pressure faltering as the seconds passed. He felt his hope draining and his hands stopped the compressions as his head leans down to rest his forehead against yours. 

  Just as he gave up, he felt your chest press up against his hands and your mouth opened. You cough, blood spitting out onto Nick’s face as he quickly pulls back. His hands hold onto your face, careful not to move you too much or touch the wound on your head, as raspy breaths escape you. 

  You can’t bring yourself to do anything, let alone wrap your arms around the boy above you like you so desperately wanted to. “You’re okay,” Nick mumbles, leaning down to kiss your forehead before brushing your hair out of your face. He grabs your bloody hand in his and brings it to his chest. “You’re okay.”

-

1994

It was time again.

  What more could he want?

  He lived in a huge house, had the best job in town, and had everyone in Sunnyvale kneeling at his every need. But he didn’t associate with any of them, nor did he involve himself in any relationship. 

  How much power can one bloodline hold?

  He didn’t want to do this anymore, but he was a family man. His father, his father’s father and so on had been continuing this ritual for centuries, how could he ruin it just because he was feeling guilty? 

  His leg bounces uncontrollably, his elbows resting on his knees as his laced hands press against his mouth.

  There was no choice. He had done the sacrifice willingly for the first time back in ‘78. He had to do it.

  Or did he?

  He shot up from his place on the couch, striding over to the nearest phone.

  He dials the familiar number, one he had dialed countless of times over the years, and brings the phone to his ear. His eyes squeeze close as he waits for the call to go through, his breath hitching when a voice answers. 

  “Hello?”

  He froze, his face heating up and his eyes shooting open.  

  The person waits a few seconds and when they hear nothing, Nick once again hears, “Hello?”

  It sounded more impatient this time. 

  “Hi,”

  The person goes silent for a few seconds before speaking again. “Nick…is that you?”

  “Yeah,” he mumbled. “It’s me.”

-

The knocks on the door were hesitant, he could tell.

  Nick opened the door, revealing his summer love. The only girl who ever had a hold on his heart and continued to for nearly two decades.

  He stepped aside, allowing you to enter his house for the first time ever. You stepped into the entryway, fiddling with your fingers as your eyes stayed glued to the floor. 

  You looked even more beautiful than he remembered, but you were 16 years younger at the time. Guilt filled him at the fact that he never went to go see you in person after that night. He didn’t even visit you in the hospital.

  He wanted to, but he felt like he didn’t deserve to see you after what happened. He was to blame for it all and he knew he would feel worse about everything the second he saw you again.

  That was proved by your appearance now.

  Nick didn’t know what to say as you stood a few feet away from each other. “Thanks for coming,” he finally said after standing in the awkward silence for a few more seconds.

  “Of course,” you say back, forcing out a small smile. 

  “It’s good to see you,” Nick says, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck. “It’s been a long time.”

  You nod, looking down at your hands. “I guess we’re both to blame for that,”

  “I guess so,”

  You hadn’t seen Nick since the night he saved your life all those years ago. It had been sixteen full years since you last saw him and the reality of it all had you feeling light headed. He looked good. Very different from the last time you saw him in person, but good nonetheless. Seeing him on your small TV screen didn’t compare to the real thing at all. He was more matured, his features showing how much he had gone through since becoming a cop.

  You talked every once in a while, mainly him calling to check up on you, but he hadn’t called in a few years at this point. You had just assumed that he had grown tired of hearing your life updates and stopped reaching out to you. 

  The tense silence returned as you shifted your weight between your two legs, looking anywhere but at him. 

  Fuck it. 

  “It’s going to happen again,”

  You looked over at him quickly, confusion lacing your features. Shaking your head, you ask, “What is?”

  Nick sighed heavily, looking at the ground. He couldn’t look you in the eyes when he told you all that he’s done. “What happened at Nightwing….” He trailed off. “It’s going to happen again.”

  You shake your head again, confused beyond words at this point. “How do you know that?”

  “Because I’m the one who did it,”

  It went completely silent as Nick finally gathered the strength to look at you.

  You still looked confused, but he could see you slowly start to put the pieces together. “What do you mean you’re the one who did it?” 

  He didn’t answer you. How could he? He had just confessed to being the one responsible for all the deaths that occurred at Nightwing, including yours. Granted, he brought you back, but even that was because of the ritual.

  And somehow, you knew that. “I was hacked into with an ax..” You trailed off, trying to make him meet your eyes. “And you brought me back. How did you bring me back?”

  “With CPR,” Nick answered. It was true, but it was also completely irrational.

  “Don’t lie,” you nearly whisper. “Not to me. How did you bring me back?”

  Nick felt his heart falter slightly at the look you gave him, sighing deeply before he told you, “By sacrificing Tommy’s soul to the devil,”

  That was the quickest way to put it, and the quickest way for you to understand, Nick found out, as he watched your eyes widened before they filled with tears. You stared at him, shock and fear all over your face as you took a step back. “What do you mean by ‘sacrificing Tommy’s soul to the’-...to the..” You couldn’t bring yourself to repeat his words and look away from him. “Who are you?” 

  Even though you mainly asked that question to yourself and not to Nick, he still reached out to you. “It’s me, it’s Nick,” when his hand touched yours, you pulled back quickly, making his heart hurt for a second. “The one who saved your life all those years back.”

  “By sacrificing someone else’s,” your voice was steadily rising and you were surprised at how much you believed his words, despite how crazy they sounded. It made sense, now that you thought of it. There was no way Tommy just snapped and decided to go on a killing spree, and there was no way Nick brought you back when your chest had three massive slashes in it with just CPR.

  “I didn’t want to,” Nick mumbled, giving you the space you clearly needed. “I didn’t mean to say his name, I just panicked. Tommy was a good person and he didn’t deserve what happened to him.”

  You shake your head, your anger dissolving as the sadness crept in. “Why?” You hesitantly asked. “How, why-…how?”

  “I’ll tell you everything,” Nick said. “Just please, don’t leave me right now.”

  Nick saw your conflicted expression before you sighed and followed him into the living room, sitting on the chair across from where he sat on the couch.  

-

Nick told you everything, from start to finish. And what scared him was that you didn’t interrupt him once, nor did you say anything after he was done. You just sat there, your hands covering your mouth and elbows pressed to your knees, matching his position from before. 

  You couldn’t look at him as you took in all the things he had just told you. 

  This had to be a dream right? No, this had to be a nightmare, right?

  How could the guy you fell for when you were a teen be a Satanist? How could you not have seen the signs? 

  Clearing your throat, you try to find the right words to say. “So-” you start but immediately stop. You glance at him before looking over at the fireplace, the orange flames lighting the dark room. You inhale quickly, keeping your chin tucked behind your hands, before you resume what you were going to ask. “What happens if you don’t sacrifice someone?”

   “Sunnyvale will see its first tragedy in over three hundred years,” Nick answered simply. “And they’ll keep coming after that. I’ll lose everything.”

  You hold eye contact with him. “What happens if you die?”

  “The same thing,”

  “Well, then what-” you cut yourself off as you lean back in the chair, your arms falling on the rests at either side of you. “What happens if you end up deciding to sacrifice someone.” You didn’t phrase it like a question, mainly because you already knew the answer and because you wanted to hear him say it again.

  “Shadyside will continue its poverty, have a higher crime rate than normal and it will see another local turn into a ruthless killer,” Nick said everything with a straight face and you wondered how he kept this all to himself for nearly two decades. 

  Your shoulders became less tense as you asked, “What are you going to do?” The only response you got was the sound of the embers cracking as they burned. “Are you going to do the ritual? Sacrifice someone?” 

  He glanced over at you, your grey sweater falling off your shoulder without you realising. He saw the start of one of the three large scars that lined your chest and his heart dropped. He never did get to see what they looked like now, not that he’d want to see visible evidence of what he caused, but he knows you wear them beautifully.

  Nick looked at the ground as he laced his fingers together, draping his arms over his knees. “I wanted you to hear it from me first, before the rumors started,” he said after a few seconds. “That’s why I asked you to come over.”

  Your brows furrowed as you leaned forward. “What rumors?”

  “I’m not going to go through with it,” he said, looking up at you. You leaned back in shock, your brows raising now as you took in what he said. “I can’t do it. I’ve already done enough. I’ve already taken too much. My father, my grandfather…this has gone on long enough.”

  When he is finished, you look him over before slowly standing up. Nick watched your every move as you stepped around the coffee table and sat next to him, close enough so that your knees were touching. “What about the legacy?”

  “Fuck the legacy,” he said instantly. “Fuck the power, fuck the wealth, all of it. It shouldn’t have been mine in the first place. None of this should’ve been mine.” He was referring to the massive living room you were in, equivalent in size of your entire house back in Shadyside. 

  You glance around the room before swallowing your nervousness and take his hand in yours. You could feel his eyes on you as you lace your fingers together, and for a second, you’re brought back to the night under the tree, with Nick’s hand being held tightly by your bloodied one. Slowly, his hand relaxes in yours as you sit in silence. 

  That was the Nick you knew. The one who saved your life and gave you a second chance. 

  “What happens now?” You ask after a few seconds. 

  Nick looks over at you and you hold eye contact, seeing a younger version of himself in his eyes for a split second. “I wait,” he simply said. 

  You tighten your hold on his hand, sitting up a bit straighter. “Then let’s wait,”

-

You and Nick stumbled into the Science and Nature cabin, laughs leaving both your mouths as you try to avoid bumping into the tables and shelves. You stop in the middle of the room and watch as he tucks the keys back in his pocket. “Thanks for bailing me out back there,” you say and fail to hide the smile on your lips. 

  Despite being on different teams, Nick convinced some of the Sunnyvale kids to let him guard you instead of them. The second their backs were turned, he grabbed your hand and ran, taking you with him as he tried to find a hiding place. He ultimately decided on taking you to the science cabin, as he had the keys to lock and unlock the door. You’d be able to hide there until the end of the game.

  “No problem,” Nick answered, looking over at you. “I hate the color war game.”

  “Me too,” you say and tug at the hem of your blue ‘color ‘78 war’ shirt. Glancing over at Nick, you tug the shirt more until it’s over your head and discarded on the floor.  You were left in your white tank top and light blue jean shorts, showing more skin than you were used to, but you couldn’t stand to wear it any longer. “Hope you don’t mind.”

  Nick quickly shook his head, averting his eyes from your form once you looked over at him. “No, not at all,” he mumbled, looking down at the floor. The sound of kids laughing was heard outside the cabin, making both you and Nick look out the window. He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you to sit down behind one of the shelves. “As long as we stay hidden and quiet, they won’t find us.”

  You nodded, trying to ignore the fact that he hadn’t pulled his hand away from yours. 

  “What?” He asked after he caught you staring at him.

  Shaking your head, you move your hand so your fingers are laced with his. Nick only then noticed that he had failed to drop your hand, not that either of you minded, anyway. “Nothing,” you say quietly. “Can I just try something?”

  Nick nodded, his heartbeat picking up slightly when your free hand came up to caress the left side of his face. His eyes closed the second you leaned in and connected your lips, kissing him and unknowingly taking his breath away for a couple of seconds.

  It was a quick kiss, just to test it out. 

  You share a look before his free hand comes up to tuck your hair behind your ear, leaning to down kiss you again, this time for much longer.

-

Time went on until the clock read 12:01 AM.

  Your lips didn’t break away from Nick’s for a second, your hands gripping the hem of his shirt while his caressed the sides of your face.

  The sound of glass breaking outside was heard, followed by the sound of one of Nick’s neighbors screaming. Not even then did you pull away from him. 

  You kissed him for who knows how long as Sunnyvale slowly fell apart just outside of his house. 

  The legacy was shattered, the power the Goode’s held for centuries weakening as the seconds passed, but Nick couldn’t bring himself to care. 

  He should’ve known that his life would end up here. Powerless, hated and blamed but with you. He could live with what happened, just as long as you never left him alone to deal with the baggage that came with being a Goode. 

  As he deepened the kiss, pushing into you slightly, he had a feeling that this was just the beginning. 

-

DISCLAIMER: a lot of this was made up by yours truly :)

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Sweet Serial Killer *ੈ✩‧ Young! Gf! Nick Goode x reader (1)

“𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻

𝓓𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱,

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱! “

Summary: Murders are happening around Camp Nightwing, and you’ll do anything for your best friend Nick.

Warning: mentions of murder & violence, dubious consent, yandere! Nick, possessiveness, obsessive behavior, mentions of pedophilia (NOT by nick), pictures without consent, toxic relationship asf, god complex, male masturbation, oral (m & f recieving), p n v, breeding kink, dumbification, size kink, daddy kink, missionary, riding, the reader is very dependable on Nick, loss of virginity, creampie, marking, squirting, dom! Nick, sub! Reader

Nick isn’t an inherently violent person.

But when he meets you in the summer of ‘76, all of that is thrown out the window.

You’re a camper. And no, you aren’t a child; you’re eighteen years old. Nick is twenty, beginning as his first year as a counselor. At Camp Nightwing, it’s taboo for a counselor and camper to become romantically involved. But Jesus, Nick just can’t help but be so in love when he looks at you. Your cabin is right next to his, and he sees your sweet ass everyday, watches you strut around with him on his off days and have fun. You’ve both grown incredibly close. And if anyone messes with you, they have to deal with him.

And waves of intense rage aren’t new to him. But right now, he has still never been so incredibly angry.

He watches as a camper, some guy named Alex and around your age, torments you; pulls your hair, calls you names, makes fun of your makeup. And it makes his blood boil. You’re so precious, so much of an angel. No one needs to treat you this way. He approaches, quickly breaking it up. On the outside, his demeanor is calm, is safe.

To you, Nick will always be safe.

Alex scurries away quickly when Nick starts murmuring threats through clenched teeth. Tears are running down your face, and Nick brings his arm around your shoulder and guides you to his empty cabin. You bury his face in his neck when you’re both finally alone on his bed. He pulls you away and begins to stroke your tearful face soothingly.

“Shh,” he murmurs. “I know. It’s okay, honey. That fuckin’ asshole..” he looks at you with slight concern for a moment. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

You sniffle, and shake your head. “He p-pulled my hair, a little bit. But I’m fine.”

If Nick had any previous guilt about his plans for tonight, they’re all gone now.

“Okay..” he smiles, a small laugh leaving his lips as he runs his hands over the outer corners of your eyes.

“You ruined your makeup.”

You frown, worried. “Do I look bad?”

“What? No, not at all.” How could you ever think you look bad? “You look.. you look really pretty, y/n.”

“Oh.” your face flushes, and you smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He replies. And then,after that, you lay down on his bed and he reads you your favorite book while you curl up on his left side. It’s one of the things he does to help you feel better, to make you feel even more protected and safe with him.

And then later that night, the first murder at Camp Nightwing takes place.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

The next day the talk is all around camp. Alex, the boy that had harassed you the day before, is dead.

You’re in shock. No one has ever died at the camp before; it’s full of teenagers and kids doing arts and crafts, after all. In a situation like this, they should close down the camp. But the death itself was confirmed to be an accident; he had somehow slipped off of a cliff beside the lake that campers weren’t allowed to approach, and had hit his head on the rocky floor below. A counselor had found him that day, and there were rumors that it was incredibly brutal; his head was completely smashed to pieces.

Some people, however, believe it wasn’t an accident. There were rumors that a few campers saw someone in a black robe and a weird mask that resembled that of a ghost. But those were just rumors, for now.

You shove the thought that Alex deserved what he got down into your gut, and decide to feel bad for him.

“I just don’t get it,” you explain to Nick the next day, in the empty art room. “Why would you even go over there? It’s like, the most dangerous spot.”

Nick shrugs as you refer to Alex, as he knots a new bracelet for the third time that day.

“Dunno,” he replies. “Like I said, he was an idiot.”

His tone and the use of the word ‘was’ makes bile rise in your throat, but you change the topic to the task at hand.

If anyone knows you, you’re just a little… dumb. So, Nick helps you with your crafts in your art activities everyday, always teaches you new things because you’re interested and don’t know how. It’s not just in this field, where you depend on him; he helps you with practically everything, even feeds you from time to time. He knows how to take care of you, how to keep you satisfied and happy.

He watches as you struggle to tie a knot in the bracelet that you’re creating, watches as you slam it down onto the table and make a sound of frustration. He chuckles, amused.

“Having fun?”

“Fuck off, Nick.” You snap . You immediately begin to apologize, not meaning to have sounded so rude.

“Im so sorry!”

“Don’t apologize, y/n. It’s okay, I promise.”

He hates when you feel as if you’ve said something wrong around him. You could never anger him.

“It’s just…” you rub your eyes, careful not to destroy your glittery makeup. “I can’t.. I can’t make the bracelet. It’s not working.”

“That’s okay,” Nick assures. “I can teach you. It’s okay, here-“

His fingers move to grab the strings from you, maneuvering the plastic stand it’s attached to so he can gain better access. He looks down at the instructions.

“Yeah, this knot is complicated,” it’s not, but you don’t need to know that. “All you’re doing wrong is not looping it around. If you just..”

He smiles as he grabs your cherry red nails into his larger set of hands. He brings them down and shows you the proper way to tie the bracelet, and you squeal in victory when you’re finally done. It’s a little jagged along a section, but it isn’t too bad.

“See! I knew you could do it. You’re such a quick learner.” Nick praises. You flush.

“Thank you.”

He watches as you tie the ends. And then, you’re nervously looking towards him.

“I want you to have it.. i-if that’s okay!”

Nick beams, happily snatching the bracelet from your hands and slipping it onto his wrist.

“Thank you, angel. I love it.”

He picks up one of the bracelets he made and insists that you wear it too. He ties the ends for you, and slips it around your wrist. You smile. And then, with ease, he brings his lips down to your wrist and places a kiss to it. The nervous lip bite you give him makes his cock harden in his pants, but he chooses to ignore it for now. You smell so sweet, the perfume on your wrists making his eyes practically roll back. It’s so you, and he can’t get enough of it.

“Do you want to go back to my cabin?”

The words make you stutter, knowing that the cabin is empty and that everyone is away at another camping activity at the lake. But alas, you utter a quick ‘yes’. When you get inside he guides you to sit down at the head of his bed so he can read to you again. But once he gets through a couple paragraphs of The Great Gatsby, you’re already leaning onto his shoulder sleepily.

“Tired?” He asks.

“Mhm.”

“C’mere.”

He grabs one of your arms and slings it over his chest. You sigh happily, shoving your face into his shirt as he moves down to lay flat on the bed.

“Go to sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner.”

“Okay, Nicky. Thank you.”

Oh, how precious.

Your soft snores fill the room as you sleep. Time ticks by, but Nick can’t seem to keep still as much as he wants to. So, gently, he removes himself from underneath you and pulls his blanket over your shoulders as you turn over in your sleep. He watches as your tits seem to practically spill out of your tank top. His breath catches in his throat. It’s not that noticeable because it’s on your lower side, but your nipple has seemed to slip out of the fabric.

The thing he does next is probably incredibly wrong. But who can blame him, with you looking like that?

His hands go down to palm the bulge in his pants. He breathes heavily, lip getting caught in his teeth as he watches your slow moving breath and beautiful face. He brings his hands into his pants and begins to stroke himself with vigor.

He knows it’s incredibly risky. You’re his best friend, and if he gets caught doing this you might not be anymore. But precum spills over his fist and he thrusts into his own palm mercilessly. He starts to imagine scenarios with you in them: taking your tits into his mouth, sucking on those pert little nipples that he loves to see peeking through your shirt. Fucking that tight little pussy he knows you have, while you’re on all fours and your ass is bouncing back against his abs. And then, lastly, watching your little cunt get stretched beyond its boundaries as he impales you, your virgin blood coating his cock and leaving your creamy spend on him. This makes him keen, and then he’s stuffing his fist into his mouth as he cums all over the inside of his briefs. You begin to stir, not quite waking up, but it makes Nick’s mouth water even more at the thought of you catching him. You don’t wake up, however. You’re always such a deep sleeper.

Nick sighs, moving into the bathroom to wash off his hands and then change into a new pair of underwear.

And then, when he’s next to his dress, he catches sight of his camera.

It’s a Polaroid camera, a dark brown that he keeps with him whenever he wants to take picture of the camp’s scenery.

But maybe it can be used for other sights.

He remembers to turn the flash off, and then he snaps a picture of your sleeping form. And then, another. And another. And another. All at different angles, some far away, some so close that it’s a surprise that you don’t hear the click of the device and wake up. When he’s done he gathers up all of the pictures that have been printed and shoves them into his drawer full of shirts, next to another set of pictures. Ones that consist of a boy in water, with his head missing.

He checks on the clock on the wall. It’s dinner time, now.

He goes over and lightly shakes you. It takes a few minutes of this before your eyes finally crack open.

“C’mon, sweets, you gotta wake up,” he murmurs. “It’s time for dinner.”

You blink, wiping the sleep away from your eyes and smearing your makeup in the process again. But when you get up and look in the mirror, you choose not to acknowledge it.

You don’t even notice the anxious look Nick gives you when you ask for some of his clothes and reach into his t-shirt drawer. He’s so thankful that he hid the photos in the very back, because you don’t find them.

He makes a mental note to move them to a place where no one would think to look.

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The next day Tommy Slater teaches you archery.

You’ve see the boy around, not really ever talking, but he’s sweet, with nice hair and a pretty smile. He holds your arms in the right position as he helps you pull back the strings of the bow. When you pull it back, it’s the first time ever that you hit the target. You pull him into a hug, and his hands go down to your waist as he asks if he can buy you a cherry coke from the vending machines.

Nick watches the whole thing with displeasure when you say yes.

No one really notices, but Nick just always seems to be around you, even though there’s a whole other side of camp to be taught. It’s a surprise, really, that the boy can keep his job. If it wasn’t for the extra class he teaches everyday and his father being the sheriff, he’d probably be fired.

Nick really hasn’t had that much of a problem with Tommy before. He’s a nice guy, and they get along well whenever they work together. Hell, Tommy was even his bunkmate for a while before he decided to switch and room with his brother, Will.

But he’s talking to you. And he’s being a little too nice, too touchy to see you as a regular camper or friend.

And Nick can’t have that, can he?

So a week later, after you had started to grow close with the boy, Tommy Slater is found with a noose around his neck. A suicide, of course. It’s incredibly unfortunate for you; you cry about it, not leaving your cabin all day over the death of your new friend when you find out the news.

Of course, Nick is there to comfort you. He doesn’t leave your side, and stays with you for the entirety of the day while you sleep on top of his shirtless, warm body.

He’s such a good friend.

You sigh as you roll yourself out of your bed. You’re exhausted, mentally. Nick had begged you to come to dinner with him, but to no avail after many minutes of struggling. You figure right about now that the best thing to do is your makeup. Something that sounds incredibly stupid, but it helps you relieve a lot of stress. You bring yourself back over to your bed with your makeup bag and begin to apply a full face.

You jump, almost smearing your eyeliner, when Nick opens the door. Although you shouldn’t get excited at a time like this, you smile when you see an ice cream cone in one of his hands.

“Finally getting up?” He teases. You nod.

“I guess so. No use getting hung up, right? We..” you’re trying to seem positive, but the image of Tommy’s body hanging from the ceiling brings bile to your throat. You swallow it down as you apply a layer of blush and grab the ice cream cone from Nick. “Me and Tommy weren’t even that close.”

Nick shrugs, sitting down beside you and resting his head on your shoulder to watch you apply your mascara.

“He’s in a better place now, y/n.” The boy assures.

You nod in agreement, but you’re still a bit upset. You shake the thoughts out of your head and lick at the ice cream cone. Nick watches some it drip down your chin, and he imagines what it would be like to stuff your mouth full.

“So,” He starts. His eyes never leave your mouth. “Are you going on the camping trip tonight?”

Every Saturday, campers go deeper into the woods and camp out. You know Nick enjoys it, but the thought of sleeping in a tent with no air conditioner tonight does not sound like fun.

“Probably not.” You reply.

“That’s okay.” Nick assures. He can tell by the look on your face that you feel bad for ditching him. “On second thought, how about I stay here with you tonight? I know you don’t like to be in the dark alone.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not scared of the dark, I’m scared of what’s in the dark! But also, won’t you get in trouble?”

“Whatever you say, sweetness.” Nick replies. “But I’m staying. I’ll just say I’m sick. ”

“That’s…good. I want you here.” And it’s true, as you utter the words. Nick smiles, and watches as you get up to throw away the ice cream cone (one of your weird quirks that Nick has picked up is that you only like the ice cream itself, and not the cone). When you bend down to drop it into the trash can, your shorts ride up and the soft globes of your ass are exposed. Nick exhales sharply.

You hear him, and turn around to look at him in concern. “Are you okay?”

Nick coughs, eyes averting from you as his cheeks glaze over into a dusty pink. “Yeah! It’s just a little stuffy in here, that’s all.”

“Oh.” You frown. “Do you want to go to your cabin instead? You have a better air conditioner, anyway.” And then your eyes light up. “And you have a radio! We can listen to music tonight!”

Nick chuckles at your excitement. He knows you enjoy music. “Yeah, honey.”

“Yay!”

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It’s not long before almost everyone in camp is away, and you and Nick are alone. Although the trip is optional, very few people decide to stay behind. Will had left, his eyes lingering on you a bit too long as he tells Nick to ‘have fun’. Nick’s eyes had narrowed at his tone, and he had put a possessive grip on you as he guided you to his radio so he could teach you how to use it.

And that night, Nick introduces you to weed.

It’s not something you’re opposed to, you’ve just never got around to it. And when Nick pulls out a small bag of the skunk smelling drug, you’re happy to get high with him.

You giggle as Nick runs his fingers over your legs in a teasing manner. He knows your ticklish behind your knees, and of course he isn’t going to ignore the chance of getting to touch you. His radio plays ‘Fear The Reaper’ in a blaring tone, and the both of your eyes are red rimmed and watery. You move away from his hands and off to bed to explore the things in his room, dazed.

And then you catch sight of his camera.

You pick it up, and feel the plastic device with your fingertips.

“I’ve never seen you with this,” you say. “Is it new?”

Nick lifts his body up off of the bed to look at you.

“No, I’ve had it for a while.” He replies.

“Oh.” and then, your hands begin to flimsily play with the buttons.

Nick grins. “Do you want me to take pictures of you?”

The question catches you off guard, but the look on his face, begging, can’t make you say no.

“If you want.”

“That’s great,” Nick pauses, hesitant. “Can you get on the bed for me?”

“Yes sir.”

You don’t mean to say it, really, but you just want to follow his directions. You think he’s going to be freaked out, but all he does is give you a sweet smile.

“Good girl.”

Your face flushes, and your twiddle your fingers as you begin to climb onto the bed. You move your hair so it rests behind your shoulders, and smile. Nick snaps it, the perfect view of you on your knees for him. You move to another position, sideways, and tilt your head back.

So cute, Nick thinks. And all mine.

By the third or fourth, you’re comfortable enough to not be shy.

“Is this good?” You ask. You’re leaning forward now, on your knees once again. Nick can see your cleavage at this angle, and he thinks you’re the most sexiest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“Perfect.” And then, another pause before he speaks. “You’re so beautiful.”

You blanch, as if that’s the first time he’s ever said it. You look up at him with a look he can’t quite place.

“Do you really think so?”

“I think you’re perfect.”

Dazed and Confused by Led Zepplin is playing on the radio now. The tension in the room grows intensely, in this moment, as Nick utters the words. It’s as if it’s never been experienced before. It has, many times, but usually there was someone or something to interrupt that tension.

So now, all that Nick can think to do is throw the camera onto the bed, move over to you, lean down, and press his lips to yours.

It’s probably a dumb idea, but if it goes the opposite of the way Nick wants then he can just blame it on the mary jane in his system.

But you kiss back. The boy suspects you’ve never been kissed before, because your lips move awkwardly against his. It’s endearing to him, and he moves to press himself closer to you. You moan against him when he begins to climb on top of you. He pulls away, his thighs caging your hips down. He grabs your hands and moves them above your head.

“You’ve never done this before , have you?”

You look away shyly, shaking your head as you do so to signal the word ‘no’. He grabs your face with his strong hands and guides you too gaze at him again.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, y/n. Yes.. or no?”

Your lip gets caught in between your teeth as he looks down at you hungrily.

“No.” You utter softly.

He tuts, bring his hand down to your hip and rubbing the soft skin there.

“So no one’s ever touched you here? Hm?”

You shake your head.

“Poor baby.” His hand moves down further. He’s ghosting his fingers over the crotch of your shorts. You squirm, a small squeak leaving your mouth when he presses on your clit through the fabric. “What about here, baby? Anyone ever played with this little clit before?”

“N-Nick, c’mon-“

“Who? Are you lying to me? Has someone touched you here?” His tone is demanding, now, angry. You look up at him with wide eyes. He’s always been so gentle with you, and his attitude now shock you.

“No..” and then, softly, “no sir. I promise.”

He calms, a small smirk beginning to play on his lips. He rubs, gentle and slow, on your clit. You mewl, hands going up to his hair for leverage as he teases you.

“Such good manners. Being such a good girl.”

His fingers leave you. You whine in protest, beginning to grab his hand and put it back where it was, but he pushes your grip away. He chuckles.

“No, no. You’re going to do something for me first.”

Your face goes red, when he grabs your hand and presses it against his girth.

“You feel that, baby?” He’s taunting, watching as your mouth opens on instinct and your soft wet tongue lolls out. “Feel what you did?”

“Yes. Yes, daddy, I-“

The word that leaves your mouth isn’t intentional, but when it does it has Nick groaning, thrusting his hips up into your hand.

“God, that’s it. You want me to be your daddy, baby? Wanna be my little girl?”

You nod, eagerly, and you begin to move to unbuckle his jeans. He makes a noise of disapproval, though.

“No. Stay right here.”

And then he’s moving off the bed and to the foot of it, beginning to unbuckle his belt. He beckons you over, but stops you when you begin to get off the bed.

“No,” His hand goes down into his pants, and he breathes shakily.

“Crawl.”

Your pussy is practically drenched at this point. A small moan sounds in the back of your throat, and you get on your hands and knees. The look Nick gives you as you move towards him is so dark that you aren’t sure it’s even him anymore. But fuck, he looks so handsome, so beautiful. You can’t help but do what he says.

You’ll do anything for him.

He grabs you by your shoulders and pulls you up on your knees at the edge of the bed. His shirt has ridden up, exposing a sliver of his tanned and toned skin.

“What do you want me to do now, daddy?” The words you’re saying sound so unlike yourself, but it’s like something different has taken over you. All you can think or feel is NickNickNickNickNick. Over and over, your pussy throbbing and spilling wet juices all over the inside of your panties.

“Take your shirt off, sweetheart.”

The demand is one you follow instantly, and when you slip the shirt over your head your nipples are puffy and swollen. He grins, moving down to flick one of your nipples.

“These are so pretty. We should get them pierced, don’t you think?”

The thought of needles going through your tits make you wince. Nick laughs.

“I was just joking, angel.”

“We have to have those nice and ready for our baby, don’t we?”

Your eyes widen, and he laughs again, as if pregnancy is some kind of game.

“Joking, again. God, you’re so gullible, you know that?”

You really don’t think you’d mind carrying his baby, but you don’t mention that right now. Instead, you bring your hands to the bulge in his pants. He groans in surprise, and looks down at you.

“You little minx. Get to work, then. Since you want to be so impatient.”

You hesitate, not really knowing what to do.

“Can you teach me, sir?”

He presses your mouth to his clothed cock, and you gasp at the sudden movement. You drool all over the fabric of his jeans, the confines of the zipper making his incredibly large cock press against the denim.

“Gotta taste it first, don’t you?” He teases. He yanks you away from his dick and pulls your head back so you’ll look up at him.

“Give me a kiss.”

You do, reaching up desperately to kiss him on his soft, sweet lips. He strokes your face, gentle unlike the past few minutes.

“Do you feel safe with me?”

You nod, and he nods his head in understanding at the confirmation.

He begins to unzip his fly. And then, you watch as he pulls out his thick length. You gawk at how pretty and large he is, his tip shining with precum and his balls drawn up tight.

“Do you trust me?”

His voice is rougher now. He strokes his cock, and you ache for it to feel the deep canal of your throat.

“Yes, daddy. You’re the only person in the world I’ll ever trust.”

“Good. You only need me.”

And then he’s rubbing the tip over your lips, and you’re eagerly suckling the soft skin and licking the precum off. He tastes so good, so salty and bitter but so perfectly divine. He growls low in his throat, holding back as much as he can so he doesn’t destroy your perfect little mouth.

“Yeah, just like that. Didn’t even have to tell you where to put that slutty mouth. You think about this a lot, don’t you?”

You nod, as much as you can with your mouth full.

“Run your tongue along the vein.” He directs, watching as you pull off and ask him what to do next. “You see, right there?”

You follow his directions perfectly, following the trail and then moving to kitten lick underneath his head. His eyes roll back, and he shallowly thrusts into your throat. You become desperate, then, and before he realizes what’s happening your downing his whole aching prick in one singular stroke.

“Oh, fuck, you bitch!” He’s loud, and his resolve breaks. He grabs your head with both of his hands and begins to fuck your throat with vigor. You choke, your eyes watering, but you don’t want him to let up. Looking up at him through watery lashes, you see that his had is tilted back and his mouth is open in shock and pleasure.

“I can feel the back of your goddamn throat, Jesus fuck..”

He slows, just a bit, when he sees you struggling to breathe.

“Remember to breathe through your nose, sweetness.”

His advice helps you, and soon you’re relaxed as he uses your throat. Your hands grip his thighs, and on a particularly deep thrust your nose hits the curly black hair at his base. It’s amazing, how much you can take.

Not that Nick has been with many girls, but he’s been with a few. And all of them could hardly take his cock inside their cunt, much less their throat. Nick giggles at the irony, then, sadistically. Of course you can take it. You’re made for him. And he’s your god, a life force that you’re devoted to, that you can’t ever escape.

“Yeah, you’re a pro at this,” Nick says roughly. “ My good little cocksucker.”

That sets you off, and your fingers begin to go down and rub your clit. It doesn’t take long before Nick is pulling you off and pushing you back down on the bed. He grabs you by your thighs and begins to unbuttons your shorts aggressively. When he gets down to your underwear he’s pulling them off with a quickness and shoving them into his back pocket.

You really should be shy right now, but you aren’t. It’s just that way with Nick. You can do anything, show him anything, and you’ll still feel like the most free person to ever exist. He spreads your legs wide, and he doesn’t hesitate to go down and get a taste of you.

He licks a stripe up the expanse of your drenched pussy, makes sure to add a little bit of tongue when he gets to your clit. He thumbs the swollen button, plays with it like it’s a toy. Your back arches, his touch setting flames off on your skin and inside of you.

“Nicky, please..”

Your voice is raw from getting so harshly throat fucked, your eyes droopy and already fucked out from all the foreplay. He says nothing, instead choosing to gather up some of the precum from his cock and use two now lubed fingers to shove inside of you. Your hips soar off the mattress, the sudden stretch burning intensely, but not as much as you would’ve originally thought. You’re so wet that you’re really up for anything, at this point. You flush with embarrassment when you hear your wetness gushing around Nick’s fingers. But he looks pleased, intensely so, and bends down to press a little kiss to your clit.

“Aww, look at that,” he coos. “You’re so wet, aren’t you? Did daddy make you this wet?”

“Yesyesyesyes-“ you practically scream when he rubs your inner walls a certain way, and it makes your legs shake and makes tears stream down your cheeks. “please keep doing that, daddy. Oh my God!

You can feel your orgasm approaching, and it’s embarrassing that you’re cumming this soon. But you’re a virgin, after all. You can’t help it. And so, with a sharp intake of breath and a moan, you cum all over Nick’s fingers. He watches as your juices coat his entire hand and shirt as your legs start to convulse in pleasure. He smiles, satisfied. You just squirted all over him.

“There you go.. just like that. Good girl. Give me all of that, baby.”

When you come down it’s like you’re wiped of energy. Nick notices. His hand goes up to stroke your face.

“You have to give me one more, okay? Just one.”

You shake your head, eyes going closed, but he slaps your cheek lightly to keep you awake.

“Still need fuck you, honey. I want you to be awake when I do it. Want you to remember.”

You bite your lip, hesitant, but then you nod. He smiles, and your heart flutters as you look down at him in between your legs.

“That’s my girl.”

He adjusts your thighs, pulling your spent body towards him. His cock nudges against your entrance. It’s different from what you’ve just experienced, much more intimate and warm. So he guides himself into you, gently. It hurts, and you let out a noise of displeasure. You start to cry again, but out of pain.

“Daddy- c-can’t, ‘s too much..”

“I know you can take it, sweet girl. Don’t you want to make daddy proud?”

You hiccup, tears flowing freely down your cheeks, and you whisper a small, “yes sir.”

He pushes into you for what seems like forever, and when you finally feel his pelvis pressing against your clit you jump from the stimulation. It causes you to clench down on him, and you cry out at the feeling of him losing control and thrusting into your open canal. He groans, lifting himself up with his hands to keep himself still.

“Don’t do that baby, ‘s gonna hurt you. Fuck, you’re so tiny. My cock is splitting you in two.”

Yeah, you wanted to say, like I warned you it would.

But you don’t say that, and soon his cock just feels like a lot of pressure. So when you tell Nick to move, he tries his hardest to be slow. He’s shaking, the fact of being in control of himself a new phenomenon. But when he drags himself out, slow, and then pushes himself back in, you begin to feel different. He hits that special spot again, just right, and your hips move back on him at their own accord.

“Daddy.. please. Fuck me! want it hard…”

The words spill out of your mouth quickly, your brain going haywire. Nick’s hands become bruising in their grip, and he shoves your hands over your head again and begins to pound you vigorously. Your wetness leaves a creamy ring around the base of his cock, and you look absolutely gorgeous, letting him use you.

“Fuckin’ beautiful little girl.. love having this pussy fucked, don’t you? Making daddy so proud..”

You moan loudly, his praises making more wetness drip out of you.

“Love you, daddy, love you so much!”

Nick’s hips stutter at that, and although it should be a very large milestone to cross, it feels perfectly natural, perfectly true to say, and it makes his head spin. His perfect little girl, worshipping him and his cock. You’re a dream come true.

“Holy fuck.. I love you too, sweetheart.” Your heart aches, so deeply. He loves you. Nick, the boy you’ve been completely devoted to and have worshipped the entire summer, loves you.

You can feel his thrusts speeding up, his hands bruising on your skin. ‘M gonna cum, shit-“

He twitches, flooding your sticky walls with his cum. Your hips shake, your pussy milking him dry.

“Love your cum, sir, feels s’good.” You slur. The fact that you’ve gotten riled up and haven’t came again is in the very back of your mind. Nick’s cock, his body, his devoted time and attention to you, is enough to satiate your needs. When he pulls out of you he makes sure to watch his cum drip out of your needy hole, and then rubs your clit in gentle strokes.

“just give me one more, baby. Cum for daddy one more time.”

And who are you to resist? Shaking, your brain turns to mush. Your tummy tightens and then you’re spilling again, watching as Nick looks down at you with adoration.

When you slow, his hands move up to swipe some hair out of your face and tuck it behind your ear. You smile bashfully, watching as he lays down beside you and beckons you over to him once more. It’s peaceful, resting now in the darkness of his room. The radio is still playing, soft just as before. And when you sleep, you dream of sweet nothings.

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And then two days later, you’re being harassed by the camp’s janitor.

His name is Lloyd, and he’s older, much more so. He’s noticed you around, he says. He wants to get to know you more.

You’re uncomfortable by his offer. He’s a grown man, for christ’s sakes! And not an attractive one, at that, so why would you even attempt such a thing with him?

Of course, Nick isn’t too far behind when Lloyd starts spewing harsh words when you reject him. He pulls you behind him protectively, and begins suggesting that he call his father and tell on him. Lloyd instantly backs off, but his narrowed eyes never leave yours as he walks away.

Later that night, there’s a camp bonfire. You smile as you conversate with Nick while a bag of marshmallows between the two of you. You shove one into your mouth as you discuss Carry by Stephen King, and he agrees that it’s one of the best. Your head rests on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around you. Although campers and counselors technically can’t be together, no one around really cares at the moment; they’re all too busy with their own friends to notice. You grab Nick’s hand and suggest that he take you to get more snacks from the cafeteria. He trails behind you, watching your ass bounce in the tiny skirt you’re wearing. It isn’t long before you’re buying a coke and Nick is using every excuse in the book to guide you behind the deserted building and up against the wall.

His lips press gently into your neck in a sloppy, wet kiss. Your coke is forgotten, the soft drink’s bottle sitting on the concrete beside the both of you. You fall into Nick more when he bites down softly on the spot below your ear; he’s only fucked you once, but he knows your body like the back of his hand.

You sigh, your hand grabbing his and discreetly guiding it to that warm spot in between your legs. He huffs out a laugh, watches your face contort into carnal pleasure when he rubs your clit softly.

“Needy, baby?”

“Want you..” you whine, hands gripping his shirt. “Fuck me here. Wan’ everyone to see…”

“Jesus,” he moans, your hand going down to palm his aching shaft. “Only fucked you once and I’ve already turned you into a little cockslut, huh?”

You nod as his thumb brushes over your lips in a playful manner. You bring the digit into your mouth, making sure that it hits the very back of your throat. Nick groans at that, bringing his thumb out and crashing his lips into yours. You taste like cherry coke, and from the past few days of the constant making out you guys have been doing, Nick can infer that this is just how you taste. It’s so perfect, so incredibly sweet and precious. He grabs your arms and turns you around so he can press your body against the wall behind you. His hands undo his belt, and then he’s lifting up your skirt to see your pretty cunt.

“No panties, sweetheart?”

“Just wanted to be ready for you, daddy.”

The way you say it, so giving and dedicated, makes Nick’s cock jump. When he pulls it out he presses it flush against your bare mound and slaps your lips playfully with his tip. You squirm, little pussy red and swollen.

“Love this little pussy so much, baby,” Nick coos. He rubs your clit with his length, and it makes you tremble. “Need you to beg for daddy. C’mon, be a good girl.”

You don’t even hesitate, your voice shaky and desperate. “Please! Need you so bad, daddy. Please fuck me!”

He doesn’t hesitate to shove himself inside you, then. And although the stretch still hurts, it feels better than last time and it makes you mewl as he begins to harshly pound into you. He yanks you back by your hair, your body pressed flush against him, and he uses his other hand to yank your top down and expose your tits to the night air. They scrape against the brick wall, and it the sting makes you clench around him.

“Good little bitch.. such a tight little pussy…”

And then his tone becomes darker, and he begins to put a bruising grip on your hip.

“Tommy could’ve never fucked you like this, y’know.”

The sentence catches you off guard, your body slowing its movements. But only slightly; because as fucked up as it is, Nick still turns you on. You stutter, your eyes rolling back when Nick’s cock grazes your insides perfectly.

“W-What?”

And although it seems like Nick should be ashamed or feel caught saying the thing he just said, he doesn’t. Instead, his fingers reach down to rub you clit, as he chuckles darkly.

“You heard me. That little fucker. You were going to leave me for him, weren’t you?”

Your eyes furrow in confusion, tears beginning to form at the stress of his interrogation and his harsh thrusts. Nick slaps your ass harshly, watching it jiggle and move against him more.

“Answer me!”

“No! No, I only ever wanted you! I- I didn’t-“

“Good.”

His fingers slap your pussy, and then he’s rubbing your clit in harsh circles again. You practically scream, your wetness gushing down his dick.

“Now fucking cum for me.”

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You ignore Nick as he walks you back to his cabin.

You don’t know what else to do. How else are you supposed to react when your best friend slash lover decides to talk about a dead friend in bed?

It should upset you more than it does.

You’re freaked out, a little bit, of course. But the guilt, that pit in your stomach, isn’t as prominent as you thought it would be. And when Nick pulls you into a hug and softly asks, “stay, please?”, you can’t resist him. Will is out, you assume. Probably with a random girl or still at the bonfire.

None of that matters, right now. You turn your head when Nick tries to kiss you. He frowns, hands coming up to your hair.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why’d you say that stuff earlier, Nick?” You ask quietly. Your nervously bounce on the balls of your feet. “That was really mean.”

He sighs, looking regretful as he takes your face into his hands.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know I shouldn’t of said that. I got carried away..“

His lips land on yours, gentle. You’re extremely tired, your limbs weak and your pussy aching from Nick’s harsh fucking. You don’t know how to feel, but the softness of Nick’s lips makes your eyes flutter shut.

“I won’t do it again,” he murmurs, as he pulls away. His thumb goes to wipe away stray mascara that had smeared on your face. “I promise. Just stay with me?”

You know it isn’t right. You know that what he said was messed up, was something you should leave him for. But you don’t. You just nod your head obediently, and join him on his bed. And when you’re trying to sleep and his length rubs up against your thigh, he asks if you want him. You say yes, and It’s true.

And when he brings himself up to your lips, you lick his cock clean, and show him your devotion.

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“The brightest star on darkest night.”

Nine.

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Tw: themes of hinted at ptsd, yelling, survivors guilt, and hallucinations.

Italics other than diary entries represent past memories

October 31st, 1978.

Dear diary, it's Halloween today, yay..

I feel sad for all the families who have lost their children, how they can no longer trick or treat with their kids they way they used to. It's heartbreaking to think about, knowing that there isn't a single thing I could've done to prevent that.

I get told I'm strong for surviving, but in all honesty I wish I had died that night, so I wouldn't be stuck with the constant struggle to get up, the struggle to keep my eyes open when I can see the mangled bodies of all those children. They are trying to recommend shock therapy to me and I honestly don't think it would help.

Nothing can get rid of these images, not the blood, not the pressure it applies to my chest when I hear a long serious of bangs, I can hear an axe chopping wood and I freeze and hyperventilate.

I don't think I'll ever be the same again.

- Maxine.

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"You've seem to be getting better, Maxine." The woman spoke, after her interaction with the last therapist they offered her a new one, seeing as male therapist's seemed to trigger that kind of response.

"It's Halloween.." she looked out the window of the small dingy room, it looked over a parking lot filled with cars, nice ones.

"Yes, it is. Do you like Halloween?"

She furrowed her brows for a moment before speaking, "I've always loved Halloween, the theme of horror had been such a big part of my life, I loved Stephen King books, I loved thrillers.. I loved Halloween."

"But horror now is just a bad memory correct?"

"..yes." Her eyes now narrowed on the woman. "..my boyfriend or well..ex-boyfriend enjoyed things like that too.. it was something we both could agree to, or well upon.." she laughed dryly.

-

"You can't handle this!?" She stared at Nick, her eyes wide with tears brimming the corners of them.

"Yes! I can't! You- you won't get out of bed! You refused to make any progress!"

"...Did you love me? Or was the idea of me that tempting."

"Max- I-" he seemed to stutter.

"Tell me, Nick. Did you love me?" Her voice broke slightly at the end. "Or- or was having a Shadysider girlfriend just a spot on your fucking bingo card?" She hit his shoulder a bit. "Was I just a game to you!?" Her voice kept breaking.

"No- what-"

"Tell me!! Tell me, Nick! Where's the boy I met huh?! Where's he!" She cried. "Where- Where's Mr.wasn't afraid of me! Or wanted to watch a movie every weekend as a hope for me to hold on! Well guess what! I lived! I lived!"

"Max! Please!" He grabbed her forearms holding the sobbing young woman in place. "I'm going to leave now.." she looked up at him through red bleary eyes.

"..please.."

-

"Maxine are you alright? You've seemed to be lost in thought."

"I'm..okay.." she sighed, "is the session over?"

"..yes, it is..I'm writing you a prescription for, Valium."

"Valium? My mother takes that.."

"Oh, uhm. Okay?" She wrote down the prescription and tipped it off the note pad and handed it to her.

"Take this, and I'll see you next, on Friday have a happy Tuesday.."

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Standing in line at the pharmacy her eyes just kinda drifted around the small store. "Next!" The cashier called out, she turned making her way upwards.

"Uhm, pick up? I think..I've never really done this." She handed the girl her prescription paper.

"One moment," she turned handing the paper off to someone in the back.

Maxine stood there awkwardly as the shuffling of bags and pills seemed to fill the air, suddenly more aware of the people coughing and sniffling their colds away.

"Here you go," she handed the small bag off "that'll be 15.40."

"Uhm, alright.." she pulled out some money and handed it to her, and headed off.

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Her eyes drifted over to the Shadyside bookstore, old and dingy.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she decided to head inside, the smell of mothballs and mildew hit her face almost instantly. Yet the store seemed to have this clean look to it, like it was taken care of nicely.

"Didn't you see the sign? We are closing soon so make it fast!" A male voice said from behind a shelf.

"Sorry! I wasn't paying attention to the sign." She looked over at the horror section but turned her eyes towards the romance section instead.

No more horror for her, she knew better. Maxine walked towards the area, old books scattered around, but this one seemed to catch her eyes the most 'Romeo and Juliet.' How sad, she grasped the old book in her hands, the sides of the hard cover seemed to be peeling and bent.

"Romeo and Juliet? A classic." She jumped a little at the voice as she turned her eyes towards the man.

"Hi." She smiled slightly.

"Hi, we close soon." He had such a sweet smile, but had the most unhappy tone.

"It's only.." she looked at her watch. "Two o'clock?"

"..."

"..."

"You gonna but that book or??"

"No need to rush me," she laughed a little. He stared at her expectantly.

“…”

“Aren’t you a tad rude..” she squinted as she looked at his name tag. “Rome.”

“I’m tired.”

“Same here but at-least I wouldn’t drive the customer out.” She rolled her eyes.

“Hey! We don’t get that many customers other than the old guys who think they still sell newspapers in here.” He hummed.

“Like Mr.Jenkins on Potters?”

“Yes! He’s so annoying, he needs to be put in a home..anyways.. book?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m buying.” He seemed relieved and lead her to the front.

“5.40 please.” He placed his hand out with a smile.

“Here,” she handed him the cash.

“Pleasure doing business with you, ms..”

“Maxine.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He winked.

“Weren’t you just trying to throw me out?”

“Is the flirting going to earn me a tip?”

“..No.” she laughed.

“Dammit.”

#angst #oc story #oc stuff #right person not enough time #oc x canon #soulmates #ziggy berman #cindy berman #child death #star crossed lovers #death #eventual smut #fear street 1978 #friends to lovers trope #fear street #nick goode x oc #nick goode #70s horror #horror #idk what tags to use

[bjtch-craft]

About Me!!

Hi, my name is Wyatt and I'm "new" to writing. I put new in heavy-ass questions because I've been writing stories since elementary school but I've been told I'm pretty good at it so do with that what you will! But I am new to writing fanfiction. I've been reading it for years and decided to dip my toes into this genre! This is also a MLM blog so if you are a woman or fem aligned please don't interact with this page thank you! I'm also a POC so some of my stories might have a slight nod to textured hair and brown skin but I'll almost always try to shy away from doing this! But you can always request a certain race. Anyways happy reading!!!

Fandoms I'll write for

Fear Street

Scream 1996-Present

The Quarry

Slasher Characters such as Brahms, Michael, Jason, Etc

Spider-Man (Any universe)

The White Lotus

Halloween 1978-2022

Stranger Things

American Psycho

What I'll Probably Write About

Fluff (Please request this y'all!!)

Smut (Maybe)

Angst (Definitely)

Characters I'll write for

Chad Meeks-Martin

Danny Bracket

Simon Kalivoda

Nick Goode

Quinn Mossbacher

Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

Brahms Heelshire

Jacob Custos

Dylan Levinny

Miles Morales

Pavitr Prabhakar

Peter Parker (Tom, Andrew, and Tobey)

Prince Eric (Live action because he to mf fine)

Corey Cunningham

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Jason Carver

Lucas Sinclair

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Patrick Bateman

Miguel O'Hara

This blog is for a male-targeted audience so if you are fem aligned in any way please stay off this page. Thank you!

#chad meeks x male reader #billy loomis x male reader #prince eric x male reader #stu macher x male reader #jason carver x male reader #pavitr prabhakar x male reader #miles morales x male reader #jacob custos x male reader #simon kalivoda x male reader #Nick Goode x male reader #danny brackett x male reader #Quinn Mossbacher x male reader #brahms heelshire x male reader #Dylan Levinny x male reader #peter parker x male reader #corey cunningham x male reader #Steve Harrington x male reader #jonathan byers x male reader #Lucas Sinclair x male reader #jason voorhees x male reader #michael myers x male reader #lgbtq #Mlm #Gay #patrick bateman x male reader #miguel o'hara x male reader

[maydayblake]

Ok I'm Bored So Send Me Asks, Or Any FF Ideas Cause I Have Nothing To Do...

I Write For :

The Black Phone

Finney Blake

Robin Arellano

Bruce Yamada

Vance Hopper

Billy Showalter

Griffin Stagg ( Platonic Only )

Donna Clarke

Gwen Blake ( Platonic Only )

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Mattheo Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

Theodore Nott

Blaise Zabini

The Walking Dead

Carl Grimes

Enid Rhee

Ron Anderson

Fear Street 1994, 1978, 1666

Simon Kalivoda

Deena Johnson

Kate Schmidt

Josh Johnson

Samantha Miller

Ziggy Berman

Cindy Berman

Thomas Slater

Nick Goode

Sarah Fier

Abigail Berman

Constance Berman

Hannah Miller

Isaac Kalivoda

Fluff *

Angst •

No Smut Cause First Of All, They're All Minors And It's Disgusting No Matter If You Age Them Up

And Yeah 👍👍

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[bisoussoiree]

𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

fear street masterlist

will goode x fem reader

warnings ! smut. unprotected sex. wrap before you tap horny mfs

desc: y/n gets bored, sneaks into will's cabin, and lucky for them their roommates are gone.

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y/n stared up at the ceiling bored out of her mind. her roommate, joan, was either out getting high somewhere, or hooking up with a random dude. maybe even both.

she huffed, throwing her pillow at her window before a little lightbulb went out in her head.

she could sneak out.

she already knew where she'd go, now it's just a matter of not getting caught. she was planning on going to her boyfriend, will's, cabin. but his roommate is kurt, and even though he's loose on sunnyvaler's, he was still a strict rule follower.

surprisingly.

she grabbed her shoes, putting them on before peeking out of her door, seeing joan starting to stumble back to their cabin, clearly high.

and with— kurt?

y/n widened her eyes, running out the back door. realistically, she might get in trouble. since, obviously, kurt knows her and joan share a cabin, and when her gets there with joan, y/n wouldn't be there. but she was hoping the boy was so horny he'd over look it.

she took the opportunity of the woods behind her cabin to sprint to will's, knocking on his door immediately from the cold.

"y/n/n?" will asks, rubbing and squinting his eyes tiredly.

his girlfriend hums in response, sending a light smile and nodding before pushing him out of the way, walking inside.

"it's freezing out there, are you insane?" will jokes, wrapping y/n's shivering figure in his arms.

"you okay?" he rubbed her back, watching her nod,

"i am now. i was really bored, and now cold."

y/n resting her head in will's bare chest, her cheeks heating up when the realization he was shirtless had hit her.

she looked up at him, flushed as she leaned up to kiss him. she smiled when he kissed back.

she felt him pull away, opening her eyes to see his smirk. she watched as he locked the door, picking her up and laying her down on his bed, leaning over her.

he continued their mini-makeout session, groaning when she gripped his hair.

she pushed her hips up, grinding them against will's as they each let out soft moans. they separated as will tugged at her shirt, watching as she removed it, leaving her bare chested as well.

"no bra?" he smirked, breathless.

"y'know i don't wear them to bed."

he removed her shorts, after asking, and rubbed her thighs before pressing a kiss to each one,

"so pretty," he mumbled, making her blush and squirm.

"patience, baby."

he gripped her thighs, pushing them apart as he teased her clit through her underwear. he smirked at her whimpers, pushing his thumb down.

"will, please—" she was caught of by her own moan, as will pushed her underwear aside and swirled his finger around her clit.

he kneeled in front of her, removing his boxers as he watched her.

"you look so pretty under me," he whispered, watching her whine and buck her hips.

he pushed them down, lining himself up with her entrance, looking up at her as she nods, pushing in slowly.

his thrusts were slow at first, not wanting to hurt her, but after many pleas, he gave in.

y/n threw her head back into the pillow, digging her fingers into will's hair as he slammed into her roughly.

"fuck, you feel so good around me, y/n," he groaned, gripping her hips.

she felt as he slammed into her g-spot, causing her eyes to roll back a a loud moan of his name to fall from her lips.

she felt her legs shake as she fell limp, reaching her peak just as will did.

she watched tiredly as will flopped down next to her, looking at her with a smirk, wrapping her in his arms.

#fear street 1978 #thomas slater #kate schmidt #simon kalivoda #will goode #nick goode #deena johnson #fear street smut #fear street x reader #fear street #bookmark

[moon-beam95]

Please Mr. Jailer

Fandom: Fear Street

Pairing: Nick Goode x Reader

SMUT #18+

Had this song playing on loop in my head 😂 A repost as I could not edit my previous post :(

His hand twisted into your hair yanking you off his cock and swearing appreciatively at the line of spit connecting your lips to the the glistening head

You gasped for air, eyes staring unseeingly at the man standing above you.

“You want to go home tonight? Well?” he tugged at your hair.

“Yes”

“Yes, what.” he growled.

“Yes, Sheriff.”

“Well you're going to have to work a damn sight harder then.”

He pulled you up and slammed you against the cell bars, you moaned at the feeling of the cold bars against your heated flesh. You wiggled your rear at him desperate for his cock, for his touch, for anything he would give to you.

He groaned seeing you spread out in front of him, cum coating your thighs. One hand dug into your hips, sure to leave bruises the next day, while the other grasped his cock trailing it through your slick lips before sinking deep in one thrust.

Your moans echoed in the enclosed area. All but weeping as he fucked into you, giving you no time to adjust to him.

You scrambled for purchase, hand tightening around the bars, face pressed obscenely between them.

He slapped your ass as he thrusted watching appreciatively as your cheek turned red, loving the way you clenched around him with each slap.

“Please” you begged repeatedly, needing more as you rapidly reached your climax.

He molded his body to the back of yours. The Sheriff badge scraping against your flesh, mouthing at your neck before biting down marking you as his.

“Just think baby girl, anyone could walk in and see you, skirt hiked up, tits swinging free,” he reached round to palm one for emphasis, twisting a nipple and smirking at the resulting gasp. “Begging for my cock. See the way you just take and take. Tell me what would people say when seeing a respectable community leader acting like a common whore.”

You whimper, eyes closing at the image, hips jerking at his filthy words and some deep part of you wanting them to see this depraved coupling to know that he’s had you that you are his.

“ Please” you begged again, “need you, need, please.”

He smirked, straightening up before pulling you with him, one hand reaching to wrap around your throat engaging you in a filthy kiss, and the other trailing down your body to reach your clit.

His thrust sped up, your moans swallowed by him, and his fingers rubbed at your engorged clit in fast circles.

You broke away from him, mouth open in a soundless shout, as your orgasm crashed over you, cunt pulsing.

“Fuck” he swore such a good girl, he gave one final thrust sheathing himself inside you as you milked his cock. You gave a whimper at the feeling of his cum filling you.

Other than your combined pants silence reigned as he slowly pulled his cock from you, tucking himself away watching as you bent over pulling your panties up and your skirt down.

He stepped forwards helping you with the buttons of your shirt and you reciprocated by straightening his tie.

A small smirk tugged at your lips, “well Sheriff? Did I earn my freedom for today?”

He laughed “most definitely.”

A voice called out “Goode? You back there?”

It was Officer Kapinski, back from his lunch break.

“Yeah,“ he called out, as if he hadn’t just fucked you at his place of work. "Just a minute.”

You stepped away, opening the cell door heels echoing on the floor as you walked out to the main office, the Sheriff at your heels

.

“Ah hey y/n”

You smiled at him “Kapinski, I was just on my way home, see you.”

A hand reaches out pulling grasping your arm you turn and Sheriff Goode leans in to peck at your lips “see you at home Mrs Goode”

“Sure thing…Sheriff” she replied teasingly.

END ~

Despite all his faults I’m loving Sheriff Goode, and you know what they say if you want something doing right do it yourself. Or rather if there isn’t any Smut for him write your own. 😂

A relatively rough draft, I will most likely add to it later or write another fic.

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[over-active-imagination]

You're New (Nick Goode x Fem!Reader)

(Gif is @samblackblog, who's writing I am obsessed with)

Synopsis: A young teacher catches the eye of Sheriff Goode. She is everything he needs in a perfect wife, but isn't as easy to control. What will our heart throb of a Sheriff do to capture her heart?

Warnings: Female characteristics, implied Dark!Nick, manipulation, Implied murder, bakesales, eventual smut, slight!breeding kink (if you squint really hard at the end), Nick needing control, sexism.

A/N: I am in love with Ashley Zukerman at the moment and no I will not apologize for it. I also haven't written fan fiction in a hot minute so forgive me if this is a little rough! I have no idea what my plans are for this story so for right now lets say it will just be a 3 part series. Okay wish me luck :) Enjoy the shit show! Please feel free to leave feedback...I need it hahahahahaha.

Masterlist

Part 1 || Part 2

The sun beamed down on the open air market that was being held on one of the town lines between Sunnyvale and Shadeyside. It was some sort of community plan to help bring the two towns together. Either way Y/n was happy to be outside rather then cooped up in her office grading papers. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood no matter which town they inhabited, a very rare occurrence. As she moved from stall to stall the young teacher appeared to have caught the attention of the Young Sheriff Nick Goode.

He was enraptured by how easily to made her way around the set up, smiling kindly at every person she passed. Pausing to make conversation with the young teens who only seemed to beam when her eyes landed on them. Goode had heard things, just mutterings about the new woman who moved to Sunnyvale but purposefully choose to work at Shadyside High. Did she not know how dangerous it was, how often Shadysiders resorted to violence. A beautiful creature like her deserved more than that. More than becoming a calamity of the town, of Sarah Fier's Curse.

Unaware of the Sheriff's gaze. Y/n smiled she approached Deena and her little group. Most of which milled around a stand with a messily painted sign. Josh, on of her brighter students sat looking cheerful while the rest looked as though they wanted to be anywhere other than place that they have found themselves.

"Wow, this is amazing everyone. I'm sure you will make lots of money for those new band uniforms you need" Y/n praises cheerfully looking over the array of pies, cakes and jams the group had managed to put together.

"Miss, you really don't need to pity us." Kate huffs and twirls her hair around her finger.

"I am not pitying any of you, These pies all look wonderful" The teacher smiles genuinely making Josh perk up more.

"Sam made the apple pies, even put the detailing of the witches hat see!!" Josh shows the her with much enthusiasm that causes the girl to laugh. The melodic sound hitting Nicks ears and he works up the courage to move a little closer.

"That is an amazing skill, I could never achieve something so detailed" Y/n cooed and Sam blushes.

"Thank you miss I spent four nights trying to get them just right" Sam starts only to be cut off by Deena who's eyes snapped up to the presence of the towns Sheriff.

"We haven't done anything wrong" Deena snaps and Y/N turns her head, her eyes catching Nick's.

"I'm not here to give any of you trouble." He laughs awkwardly, a bit annoyed his first impression to the perfect woman was being tainted. "I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about with these treats. Susana Jones won't stop raving about them" He lies watching each Shadyside child roll their eyes.

"Deena that is no way to speak to people" The teachers sweet voice says and Nick can't help the smile that crosses his lips at her words. Look at how easily she was falling into the roll of the perfect wife. Defending him against those who doubt him.

"Exactly right, I appreciate the support Miss.." He trails off waiting for Y/n to fill in the missing information. His hands on his hips, thumbs looped into his belt trying to keep composure.

"I wouldn't call it support considering you and your deputies constantly arrest and detain the youth of shadyside for simply walking down the street." Y/n's gaze hardening avoiding his question. His face shifts to shock as the children stifle giggles. Realizing she has in fact the man had been rendered speechless Y/n turned back to the children.

"I will see you all Monday morning. Remember you four have an essay on Dickens due by class" Y/n says to Sam, Kate, Deena and Simon and they all groan. She laughs softly and picking up the pie and walking away.

Nick frowns watching her before ignoring the children and following after, opening his mouth about to say something when she beats him to it.

"You know they would trust you more if you actually treated them like human beings " This catches him off guard.

"What are you? of course I treat them like-"

"You don't. You may smile and say the right words. Promise you are on their side while looking handsome in the uniform but your posture is always the same. Arms crossed, or hands resting against your belt, inching closer to your gun as you speak with them." She stops to look up at him "It would put any one on edge being treated like a monster by the one person who is sworn to protect them"

"You think I'm handsome?" Goode smiles charmingly at her trying to deflect the conversation to something that favoured him more. He didn't like that she wasn't worshiping him the way the other women do. "I don't think I caught your name back there" He tries again.

"God you're thick" Y/n rolls her eyes, quickly turning on her heels moving a little faster the before. Causing his strides to get longer in order to keep up with her.

"Hey.. hey!" He gently grabs her arm trying to keep his temper in check. He needed her to like him, he needed a perfect little wife for the next election and she was so sweet and pretty.  "I'm sorry. Look I'll try and make more of an effort, perhaps you can help me?"

The young teacher lets him stop her, the skirt of her dress swaying with the motion as she looks up at him. Attempting to find any evidence that he was mocking her, or lying just to save face in public, but she couldn't find any. Sheriff Nick Goode seemed to genuinely want to repair his relationship with the Shadysiders. Perhaps she was being naive in trusting that maybe this was all a challenge of miscommunication. The he was as his name suggested, Nick Goode was a good man who just didn't understand how to help his community.

"You really want to improve your relationship with Shadyside and the children of it?" she asks again and he nods

"I do" Nick says trying his best to keep this ruse up. He could care less about the kids he just wanted her.

"Good, then I will see you at the School's job open house" She smirks and walks away without another word.

As the week wore on the more Nick Goode attempted to insert himself in her life. Everywhere she turned there he was, at the grocery store, the corner store, the gas station, the red-light just outside of Shadyside. It was like she couldn't shake this shadow. Perhaps if he actually spoke to her it wouldn't be as unnerving to just catch glimpses of him. It was starting to mess with her head, which unknowingly to her was his whole plan.

By the time the Job Open house arrived she was practically on edge waiting for him to appear around some corner. If he had the ability to stalk her all around town he surely would show up to the one thing she had invited him too. Bouncing on the balls of her feet she startles when someone gently lays a hand on her back. Looking up she makes eye contact with one of her fellow teachers.

"Oh...Mr Fier sorry, I didn't see you there" She says shyly and plays with her fingers.

"Its okay...Are you alright? You seem distracted today" The history teacher asks her and Y/n laughs a bit.

"No no..just um trying to make sure everyone is ready for the fair, that there isn't any more vendors coming" The younger teacher says causing the older to chuckle.

"I have the list Miss Y/l/n I believe everyone is here" He gently ushers her inside and she nods. Unable to explain how her spirits dropped when she decided he just wasn't going to come. She had not noticed that Nick had been there the whole time, parked just up the road smirking when he sees her move away dejected. He didn't like that the old man had his hands on her but that could be dealt with later.

He waits a few moments before driving up the the school and parking. Making his way into the gym making a point to ignore Y/n again. Moving around the room speaking with some Shadysider businesses keeping in mind what she had said about his body posture.

Slowly he made his way to stand next to her leaning in and whispering into her ear causing the poor girl to jump a bit.

"Did you miss me Y/n?" He hums in her ear and she turns into him.

"Oh..Sheriff" The girl bites her lip looking up at him shyly "Im surprised to see you here...and that you know my name"

"You did invite me and you seem to be the talk of the town" He teases and backs up watching her softly.

"Yes...well" She starts and then sighs thinking better of the side remark she was about to make "I am happy you came"

Nick chuckles at her admission and nods. Spending the rest of the event standing with her. Nodding at the children awkwardly and trying his best to not seem as annoyed as he felt. Soon the fair came to an end and the Teacher was happy to see Nick trying at least, even if it wasn't great. It was a start.

As everyone shuffled out of the gym both The officer and the teacher said goodbye. Nick couldn't help but to picture this happening at every event or party, only with his arm wrapped around her hip and a baby in her belly. All these thoughts where making Nick antsy to get her alone. But he knew better than to act on it now, he needed to get her to depend on him and him alone.

The only way to do that was to create a situation in which she would need rescuing and he knew just how to do it.

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[depressedgothgrl]

The girl at the diner- chapter one.

The beginning.

a story where a girl who works in a shadyside diner meets the sheriff, and he just keeps popping up. warnings: smut, violence, cursing.

you were out on a friday night, working a night shift down in a diner. in one of the most shitty towns in ohio, shadyside. you’ve been working multiple jobs to be able to pay for utilities, raising your sisters and brother by yourself. your mom is a drunk and your father was too much of a junkie to stay with his family. he comes around but he’s never actually “been around”. sighing, you get from behind the counter to pick up dirty dishes from the booths. the closer you get the louder the people seem. putting a fake smile on, you approach one of your tables.

“hey! was everything okay? you ready for a check?” you beamed with the biggest smile. the group of kids start looking at each other before nodding. you raise your eyebrow in confusion and suspicion. “yes ma’am, we’re ready for the check” one of the boys replied with a fat smirk spread on his face. shaking the suspicion off, you nod and go to get the check. when you put it in the table, one of the guys go to the bathroom while another says he’ll wait outside. the door opens, making the bell ring while a police officer walks in, going to the counter seat. you go to greet them, a bullshit smile going ear to ear. they smile to me, “the usual please”

you scoff while laughing silently a little, “and what would that be?” they look at me like i’m a bit crazy, then looks me up and down. “you’re not angelina..” raising my eyebrow at him i respond with the most annoyance visible, “i look like angelina to you?” he shrugs while i see one of the boys from the table take a run for it. “hey!! hey!! you didnt pay!” you yell at the boy running out the door. huffing you take a run for it, hopping over the counter running after him. it was a good chase for a couple blocks before getting him, tackling him down to the ground. “i believe you owe me 60 fucking dollars! plus tip!” you shout at the boy. “okay! okay! okay. i’ll pay.” said the boy, he looked more annoyed than scared. he got a 100 dollar bill from his pant pocket and shoves me off, before running somewhere. you could tell it was one of those fuckhead sunnyvaler boys. no shadysider carries that much as pocket change. you roll my eyes, scoffing before walking back to the diner.

ring ring

the sound of the door opening and closing was all that was heard from the diner. johnny, your boss, looks at you, opening his mouth to talk to you about leaving a dinner rush. you raise your hand to him, walking to the register. “not! another word. yell at me later.” you huff, putting the bill in the slot. the officer, still waiting at the counter, without his “usual”, he laughs before covering it up with a cough. you look up to him with the biggest resting bitch face in history. you shut the register, walking over to him. he sat there with a smirk, hands together, waiting for you to speak. you roll your eyes, “what’s this usual angelina knows of?” growled with annoyance, only making his smirk grow wider. “two coffee’s and a box of donuts.” was all he said back. you go to grab a mug before he says “oh.. to go, please.” you turn around, you were more than annoyed now. he smiles widely, while you roll your eyes, groaning while getting his order together. you get a box, grabbing the tongs before shouting, “a dozen donuts right?” the officer says a yes, while you work on putting the donuts in the box. you place the coffee’s and box in front of him.

“so what made you work here” the cop contended, before looking you in the eyes. your annoyed face switched to a slightly sad one. “my family. we need it.” was all you admitted to the man, getting ready to go to another customer. he nodded before putting the amount owed on the counter plus some extra. you look at the amount placed, before looking up at him. “i didnt even tell you how much you needed to pay.” you stated, making eye contact with him. he smirked, walking out the door. “like i said, it’s my usual.” and that was the last thing you heard from the man before he disappeared into his car and into the streets. you go to grab the money realizing there was a note. you grab it unfolding it to its normal state. you read the words written across the paper, “hope you enjoy the tip, runner.” with his number on the very bottom. you scoff, putting the note in your pocket. you put the tip in the pocket before getting back to work.

time skip

nearly done with your shift, your name is called from the back of the diner. “what johnny, im countin’ tips!” you reach the managers office, johnny holding the phone to you. your heart drops. nobody calls you this late at night unless its your mother. hesitating, you grab the phone. “[l/n] here, who’s callin’?” you shakily murmured into the phone. “hello, this is sheriff goode from the police department. i believe your sister is sitting in a cell with some friends, they were out late trashing a abandoned church. i tried to call her parents, but they didnt answer. you’re the other emergency contact, but you didn’t answer the phone, so she said to call your job.” the other person on the line confidently stated. you inhale from your nose, irritation running through your veins. “let me guess? she needs picked up from the station from a legal guardian?” you comment, rolling your eyes intensely into the back of your head. “you guess correctly, ma’am. but guessing from what she said, you’d be the only one available?” apparently sheriff goode says. “yeah give me a couple of minutes i’ll be there as soon as i can.” was all you said before slamming the phone, hanging it up.

you go to your locker, grabbing your stuff before clocking out. “sorry johnny, fiona got in trouble. i gotta pick her up, the place is basically closed, so ill see you tomorrow.” you expressed to my boss while going out the door. you get in your car, starting the engine the second you placed your purse down. and with that you speeded to the office. once you arrived you grab your purse and run towards the doors of the police station. you went to the desk, told them you were there to speak with the sheriff and they told me to sit & wait. nothing but one thing was swimming around in your mind while you sat there waiting.

im gonna fucking kill you fiona.

#sarah fier #nick goode #fear street 1978 #ziggy berman #fear street x reader #nick goode x reader #nick goode smut #fear street 1994

[tearsfortheyouth]

AFTER HOURS — Nick Goode x reader

Summary:

after making the unwise choice of driving under the influence, you are pulled over by an officer, who brings you back down to the local police station — where you meet infamous Sheriff Goode

warnings: DUB-CON, smut, abuse of authority, cursing, rough sex, slight manipulation

You were going to absolutely flip your shit.

You were terrified, your skin slightly damp with a cold sweat as you shifted uncomfortably in the backseat of the police cruiser that had pulled you over merely ten minutes ago, a single uncontrollable tear escaping your eyes.

You wanted to blame your emotional state on the alcohol that soared through your veins, eating away at your brain and resulting in blurred and delayed reactions, but truth was, you knew it was just you.

With a DUI, your dream college was out of the question. Bye bye, Berkeley.

You had just turned eighteen a month back, and had decided to take a gap year before the college life was thrust upon you. In your teenager years, you were known as the “good girl” — the one who had never had a sip of alcohol, smoked a cigarette, or even kissed a boy. Most of those years were spent studying for tests, upcoming exams, etc. Having strict parents was hard as a child, and they forced their devoted feelings of college onto you, inevitably drowning you with college applications, deadlines, and study papers.

It was hard, but you had survived. You graduated top of your class, became valedictorian, and even gave a speech on graduation day — you were finally able to catch a breath.

When you decided you wanted to take a gap year and take some time to actually find out who you were, your parents obviously didn’t agree, and in mere weeks, you were moved out and gone, deciding to instead room with a small group of your girl friends. It was fun, and you finally lived the life you had missed during high school.

A few hours ago, yoy found yourself at your friends house, Ryan, a boy you had met at a small party your friend had invited you to. He was persistent on hanging out with you, and reluctantly, you had agreed, ultimately deciding to go over and get to know him.

When a few hours — and a few drinks — passed by, and he had attempted to force himself upon you, you had gotten up and left, ignoring the blurry ends of your vision as you climbed into your car.

That was obviously a mistake, and now, you waited silently in the backseat of the car as Officer Kapinski drove towards the Shadyside Police Station, the empty streets covered in a thick blanket of November darkness. It was almost most likely close to one in the morning, you decided, your eyes trailing along the sides of the road empty mindlessly, your heart fluttering with nerves when he finally pulled up the the small building, a single car parked in front.

You perked up in your place, tensing as the bigger man climbed out of the car, quiet grunts escaping him as he grasped the door handle. When he opened it, you slowly climbed out, practically shaking with fear.

Your dreams were gone, just like that.

Would your parents hate you? They would surely be disappointed. You could practically see the scowl on your mother’s cold face, while your father stared down on you with disappointing eyes.

You would be the family’s first fuck-up.

The officer lightly gripped your elbow, the metal handcuffs rubbing against your wrists. He pulled open the door as he tried to stifle a bored yawn, pushing your smaller frame through the entrance.

It was dark, a single flickering white light clinging to the ceiling with a sickening glow, the blinking making you feel nauseous.

You were a drunken mess, and yet you felt stone cold sober.

“Down here,” he ordered, yanking the girl harshly towards the back of the office, where another lamp stood dimly in a small office, and you were able to make out a faint silhouette of a man.

“Goode, I got one for you,” Kapinski muttered duly, pushing you into the cramped office, your eyes wet with shame. They trailed on the floor, refusing to look into the gaze of the man who sat at the desk.

You knew exactly who it was, judging by the feeling of a harsh gaze on you, immediate goosebump rising on your skin.

“Caught her driving under the influence on my way home — glad I did, she could have killed someone.”

“Thank you, Kapinski,” a smooth voice replied, his gaze flickering back to the man beside you. “You can go home, I’ll deal with it before I head out myself.”

Kapinski sighed happily, forcibly grabbing at your hands. Confusion set in across your features, but you were immediately put to rest when he uses the small key in his hands to unlock your cuffs, and you thankfully rubbed at the tender flesh, light marks from the metal rings circling your wrists in red welts.

“See you tomorrow, Nick.”

“Goodnight.”

Silence filled the atmosphere, and you shifted uncomfortably in your place, staring at your hands as they rubbed at the irritated area on your wrists.

After a second of quiet, Nick sighed slightly, his hands reaching to set down a stack of papers. “Driving under the influence is a serious offense, Y’know?” He asked, his tone somewhat teasing. He sounded like a father scolding a child for eating to much candy, and you suddenly felt even more shameful, your head spinning with alcohol. You hated that you were such a light weight.

“Colleges don’t exactly like to see that sort of stuff on their applicants’ files, Miss (Y/L/N)”

Fuck, you silently cursed, a sudden irritation creeping up on you. Of course the sheriff knew your family — how could you forget? You could vaguely remember your father retelling stories of their time at Camp Nightwing, always taking some time to brag of his friendship with the sheriff of their precious little town. Nick Goode had sat through enough conversations with your father, and he knew of your parents’ overbearing dreams of you attending UC Berkeley all the way in California. It was a long ways away from Sunnyvale, but they wanted it, so you did your best to make that happen.

Just for it all to go down the drain.

Nick stood from his spot, the chair creaking when he weight was lifted from it, his heavy footsteps slowly rounding the small desk that sat in the center of the room.

“It’s going to take a lot of paper work, and we will need to schedule a court hearing as well. Of course, we will need to notify the college admissions board and make some changes to your student records.” He sighed again, and it almost sounded disappointing.

You kept your gaze down, your glossy eyes wet with uncontrollable tears as you listened to him describe the fact that your life at college is over, and that you will never be able to get into a good college with a DUI on your records.

“Unless,” he trailed off, folding his arms and leaning back against the table, his eyes stuck on you. “Maybe, we can come to an…agreement.”

This caught your attention, and you tensed slightly, lifting your gaze to stare at him. His blue eyes were stuck on you, an eyebrow raised as he stated at you with an indescribable expression, his eyes shinny.

“What?” You asked quietly, your lips parting with confusion and bewilderment.

He couldn’t mean —

“With me being the sheriff of Sunnyvale, I could easily make this… disappear.” He continued, beginning to make his way over to you. Instinctively, you took a step backwards… and then another, and another, until your back hit the wall and he was right in front of you, his eyes trailing down your face. “You get to go to college, and I get something in return.”

Your eyes searched his, looking for any indication that this was all done sick joke.

The sheriff of Sunnyvale? Nick Goode could have any one he pleased — what was he doing here trying to seduce a drunk eighteen year old girl?

”Nick—“

“Sheriff.”

“Sheriff,” you corrected yourself, ignoring his glare as you attempted to softly push him away. He wouldn’t budge, so you tried to reason with him. “No — I don’t think this is very professional, and I just —“

“I mean, I guess I could always call your parents and tell them myself…” He said softly, beginning to take a step back from you.

“No!” You yelled, your hand grabbing at his white collared shirt, yanking him back towards you. “No, please don’t.”

He raised his brows curiously, waiting for you to say something. He wouldn’t take no for an answer — Nick Goode always got anything he wanted.

After a minute of conflicted thinking and waves of nausea, you finally agreed, your hands shaky as you gave into him.

And then his lips were suddenly on yours.

His body crushed against yours, your back smacking against the wall harshly as his hands found your waist, his finger kneeling into the area tightly. His lips were hard, yours melting against his like putty as he forced his tongue in, biting at your bottom lips greedily.

An uncontrolled moan fell from your mouth, and he chuckled darkly against your mouth before breaking the kiss, his lips making their way down your exposed throat.

As much as you tried to fight the pleasure, you could feel it creeping into the depths of your mind, consuming your intoxicated brain in endless waves.

Before you could realize what you were doing, you felt your hands at the button of his shirt, your fingers scrambling to unbutton them and expose him.

“Not so fast,” he muttered against your skin, a hand reaching down to grip both of yours, moving them upwards to pin them above your head. “I’m in charge here.”

You bit your lip to stifle a moan when his other hand found itself at your sensitive area, his fingers kneeling the area through your clothing. Your body ached, your knees slowly beginning to buckle beneath you as he continued to work the area through the fabric of your clothes.

You fell against him, a moan escaping you. Before you knew it, he had pushed you over to the table that sat in the middle of the room, your body falling back against the papers that lay scattered among the table.

He quickly tugged at your jean shorts, yanking them down your legs in a matter of seconds, before he reached to rip off your blouse, discarding it onto the floor.

You may practically bare on the table, clad only in a pair of lacy sage green underwear, and a matching bra.

He took in the site of you, his hands instantly reaching to rub against your smooth stomach, dipping with each curve of your body. His usually neat hair now sat a mess atop his head, a dark lock of hair falling just over his eyes as he moved to grip your panties, yanking them off your body.

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and your legs shifted to hide yourself, embarrassment spreading across your face. He seemed to not like that, though, and he grabbed your legs, spreading them slightly to slide beneath them, his strong arms holding them apart. “I don’t think so, honey,” he warned, pushing them even wider. “Don’t move unless I say.”

You nodded breathlessly as he slipped his hand back down to your sex, his fingers expertly circling the sensitive little bud at your core.

Your eyes fell closed, a breathless moan leaving your lips as he continued to tease the area, and you jolted slightly when he slipped a single finger inside of you. You felt yourself clench around his finger, and his eyes seemed to light up at that.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” He asked, his finger continuing to move inside of her, his thumb tracing circles on her clit.

You nodded quickly, your hand gripping the side of the table as you sucked in a harsh breath, another finger slipping inside.

“Good,” he replied simply, a dark smile tugging at his lips as he watched you writhe beneath him, his fingers doing wonders to you.

Wordlessly, he gripped the lace bra in his free hand, yanking the front latch open. Your breasts spilled out, your rose bud nipples already hard with lust.

Oh, you really wanted him.

“You like that?” He asked you before slipping another finger in, stretching you out with his fingers. You cried out in pleasure, jolting with each pump of his fingers, his hands seeming to reach all the places you never could when you had master bated in the past on your own.

Hell, after this, you would never be able to be fully satisfied on your own.

“I want to hear you,” he ordered, his fingers soaked in your wetness, and he picked up the pace. His fingers smashed into you, his thumb working quickly over your aching clit.

“Oh, god, yes!” You cried, your hips bucking upwards to meet his hand, your toes curling as you felt yourself climb a familiar wave of pleasure — but this time, it was much bigger.

“Come on, baby —“ Nick urged, and with a loud cry of complete and absolute bliss, you felt yourself reach your high, the wave crashing down upon you and rolling off you.

However, Nick didn’t give you any time to recover. Watching you like that had turned him on so much, and he couldn’t wait much longer.

Pulling his fingers out of you, he quickly reached to undo his own pants, letting the material drop at his feet. He kicked them away, yanking his shirt above his head before throwing it behind him, his slick covered hand reaching into his boxers to pull his hard cock out of his boxers, a small groan leaving his lips as he began to stroke himself.

You could feel yourself becoming increasingly nervous as you watched him. After all, you had only ever used fingers on yourself. No toys, no men, nothing. And let’s get this one thing straight: Nick Goode was huge. How could that thing fit inside of you?!

He could sense your nerves, but he quickly put them to rest when he began to slowly rub himself along your slick entrance, quiet moans escaping you as he teased you. “Just hold still and it won’t hurt,” Nick whispered harshly, his eyes falling closed when he slowly began to insert himself into you.

When he was about halfway, you could feel an ache beginning to form in your lower belly, your toes curling uncontrollably as you struggled to adjust around his size. He could feel you clenching around him, your tight pussy devouring his length completely as he finally slid all the way in, a hiss of pleasure falling from his lips. “Fuck,” he cursed, his hand resting on your waist as he gave you a second to adjust.

If he waited any longer, he’d end up cumming right then and there.

Slowly, he dragged himself out of you, tears filling your eyes with each movement.

Nothing had ever felt so awful, and yet so amazing at the same time.

As you slowly began to become accustomed to his dick, he began to pick up his pace, his hand gripping the table as he fucked you.

His head leaned back, his hips snapping against yours as you both moaned in a bittersweet symphony, music to each others ears. He loved to hear you cry his name, knowing he was doing this to you.

“Nick-!” You cried as he thrusted into you, the table squeaking with each movement of his hips. Though the ache in your stomach never seemed to cease, your walls had finally adjusted to his size, and you know happily took him completely, your hips lifting from the table to meet his.

“You like that, don’t you?” He demanded, staring down at you as you moaned. He gripped both sides of your hips, lifting them up to move to a new angle, allowing him to move deeper inside of you. “You like when I just fucking use you? You want me to break your fucking fragile little body?”

“Yes!” You groaned, the skid a of skin meeting skin echoing throughout the room.

You couldn’t get enough — he surrounded you, blocking your senses completely. You could smell nothing but him, his cologne filling your nose. You could see nothing but him hovering above you, a moaning mess as he fucked you harshly on his desk table, papers scattered across the table and thrown into the floor.

His hand was suddenly on your throat, squeezing your windpipe in a strong hold. That only seemed to add to the pleasure, though, and you could feel the familiar wave of your climax begin to build, the pressure in your lower belly becoming stronger with each hard thrust.

“Oh, fuck!” You cried, his thrusts becoming sloppier every second. He was close, and he could feel it beginning to creep up on him.

“Say my name,” he ordered, using his free hand to rub at your clit relentlessly, your body squirming beneath his. “Say my fucking name.”

“Nick!” You moaned, and as black spots began to form in your vision, your legs began to jolt with each thrust, your high nearing. “Nick! Oh fuck—!” You struggled to say.

The wave of pleasure crashed down upon you, your body shaking as you reached your limit, tears filling your eyes. He continued to thrust into you, his hips ramming into yours. “Jesus… Christ!” He cursed, feeling his dick begin to twitch inside of you.

Quickly, he pulled himself out of you, using his hand to finish himself on your stomach. Warm white spurts of cum shot out onto your lower belly as he moaned, his head tilted back to release a loud groan. “Fuck!” He hissed, rubbing the end of his length against your flesh.

Out of breath, Nick pulled away, tucking himself back into his black boxers as he reached for his jeans. Slowly, you sat up from the table, your body aching as you swung your numb legs over.

When he finished pulling his clothes on, he moved to help you off the table, his hand wrapped securely around your waist. You mumbled a thank you, reaching down for your shorts.

You felt like you would collapse at any point. You could still feel your legs shaking, the aftermath of your orgasm still jolting through your fingertips.

While you finished getting dressed, Nick turned to grab a piece of paper, taking out a pen and beginning to scribble something onto it.

“Tomorrow morning,” he began, folding the paper and handing it to you. “Take this to the towing company. They’ll hand your car right over to you.” You took the paper gratefully, stuffing it into her pockets.

“I’ll call you a cab.”

He did so, calling a cab to come pick you up from the police station and take you back home.

“All charges of a possible DUI will be dropped and completely forgotten about,” Nick said, finishing writing his statement on the paper, describing your arrest as “accidental” and “wrong”.

When the taxi finally arrived, Nick walked you out, his hand pressed against the small of your back as he lead he out of the building and towards the cab.

“Hey,” he called for your attention, and you turned to look at him, bruises and marks of hickeys ghosting across your neck. He smirked slightly at the look on your face — you looked completely star-stuck and stuck on cloud-nine. He handed her another paper, this time containing his phone number and address.

“Stop by or give me a call sometime and maybe we can do this again,” he said, sending her one last wink before saying goodbye, making his way back into the building to close up for the night, leaving you completely and utterly speechless.

#fear street 1978 #fear street 1666 #fear street trilogy #fear street #nick Goode #fear street part 1: 1994 #fear street part 3: 1666 #fear street part 2: 1978 #Ashley Zuckerman #smut #nick Goode x reader

[afro-hispwriter]

CINDY BERMAN X FEM READER SMUT

Fear street 1978

Summery- Cindy Berman never thought she would be interested in girls but when she notices you everything changes

Let’s pretend that witch stuff never happens

Warnings- language, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, scissoring, cheating?, the ending is very unnecessarily long

Italics are the reader's thoughts

-

"Hey Y/n, don't go lookin at my girlfriend you dyke." Some guy from Sunnyvale says as he wraps his arm around the girl. You roll yours eyes at them and turned back to your drawing.

Being a lesbian in this time was most definitely frowned upon. Especially with a whole bunch of snotty, hateful teenagers in one spot with just as horrible adults.

"Assholes, why cant they just go on with their day and go fuck somewhere." Says Ziggy as she plops right next to you. You slammed the drawing book closed and she looked at you weirdly.

"Aren't you and whats his face messing around?" You tease her. Ziggy rolled her eyes.

"His name is Nick." She says and looked out to see everyone doing their own thing until her eyes fell on her sister, Cindy Berman. Cindy was glaring at her sister and you. "I think my sister has a thing for you." You scoff before looking up at Cindy who immediately look at the ground and walked away quickly.

"Ya right, your sister has been fooling around with that Tom guy, I caught them making out and groping each other once, it was disgusting." You say with a slight angry tone and rolled your eyes at the flash back. Ziggy looked at you and smirked.

"You sound jealous."

"Im not jealous."

"Sure y/n, sure."

Ziggy stood up and walked away leaving you sitting there. You opened the book again and admired it. A picture of Cindy Berman smiling in the cafeteria.

-

You ate the disgusting sandwiches with clearly some expired fruit when a blur of pink shorts passed in front of you. You looked up and saw Cindy smiling at you.

"Uh hey Cindy." You say and amile awkwardly and she chuckled.

"Hey Y/n, I need your help." She says and you nod.

"Shoot."

"Um, they asked me to clean the cafeteria with Alice and Arnie and I was wondering if you wanted to help me?" She asks and you cock your head to the side a little.

"Shouldn't your boyfriend be the one to help you with this?" You ask but she shook her head.

"Uh no, Tommy and me aren't going so well." She says and you sit up straight, quite happy at the news.

Hell ya some time with her with nobody else around, besides Alice and Arnie but they are probably going to be having sex the whole time.

"Sure ok, ill be here." She smiled and grabbed your hand making your body warm up and butterflies fly in your stomach.

"Ok after dinner tonight ok, thank you." She says and runs off, probably to go do some other good deed for this stupid camp.

"Was my sister just over here?" Ziggy asks behind you and you nodded.

"Ya she was asking me to stay tonight after dinner to help her clean this place."

"Whoah you hate cleaning, and all of a sudden she-."

"Ok Ziggy i just want to spend time with her, get to know her." You said and stood up taking your tray with you.

-

You walked to the cafeteria doors and Cindy immediately burst through.

"Y/n glad you could make it, um if you could help me scrub the kitchen and um Alice and Arnie can you both make sure the polls are rid of gum and under the tables." Cindy gives out orders to you all and you immediately start getting nervous.

In the kitchen... alone with the girl you like... what could go wrong?

Cindy had all the cleaning supplies in the kitchen already and she handed you a sponge.

"You bossy you know that right." You say and she huffs.

"A lot of people say that, its true I guess, I just like to feel like i have some control especially with having Ziggy as a sister, she thinks she can get away with everything." She says and starts preparing the mixture if soap and water.

"Oh yes she does." You say and smile at her.

"Oh you would know that since you two are what dating or...?" She asks and you shake your head

"No no just friends, besides I already have my eyes set on someone." You say and dip the sponge in the water and ring it out. Cindy huffs again and dipped her sponge in.

"Who might that be?" She asks nicely even though she's eating jealousy right now. She never thought she would be interested in girls, its frowned upon but when she saw you should couldn't stop thinking about you.

"Not sure i want to say."

"Oh come on, who's the lucky girl to have your eyes on her." She says and winks.

"Not sure she would be lucky." You mumbled.

"Well i know i would be, if you looked at me the way you look at all these girls." She blushed and you looked away feeling your body heat up again.

-

It was quiet between the two of you. You cleaned the kitchen top to bottom, sneaking glances at Cindy as well. You just finished scrubbing the sink when you started hearing loud moans and groans. You and Cindy looked at eachother in shock before bursting out laughing.

"Of course they would go at it, they always are." You say and she nods.

"Its everyday practically."

Your laughter calmed down and looked at her before blurting out a question.

"Have you ever had sex before?" Cindy looked at you with her blue eyes before shaking her head.

"No im waiting, Tommy wants to but not me."

"Oh good for you."

"Ya i guess, have you, ya know?" You laugh and shake your head.

"Well not with a guy." Cindy looked like she wanted to ask a question but looked like she couldn't find the words. You dropped your sponge and leaned on the steel counter to look at her directly.

"Ask Cindy."

"Uh ok, how did you know you liked girls? Like truly liked them." You smiled awkwardly before sighing.

"Lots of girl on girl porn that i bought and watched once my parents went to sleep, and um back at home I made out with a girl and more, who wasn't hateful."

"Wow I've only done one of those things, and im really confused, so part of the reason i brought you here is one i wanted to get to know you better and two i wanted to know if you could help me figure myself out." She played with her hands out of nervousness and you were froze.

She wants me to help her, how? Like kiss her or something... please let it be kissing her, or more.

Cindy noticed you weren't saying anything and immediately started shaking her hands and head.

"But only if you want i don't want to make you uncomfortable asking you this." You shook your head as well.

"No its okay, i just need to know if you really want me to help you."

It was clear you both were nervous, but you swallowed it down and took a few step forward to stand in front of her. Cindy stood up straight and her eyes widened.

"Im going to kiss you, ok?" Cindy nodded and licked her lips. "Okay." You smiled and grabbed her hand and another hand gripped her waist softly. You pulled her in making her gasp. You leaned your head in slowly and so did she. Your lips touched and it deepened.

Her hands went up to your back and pushed into her body hard and you pulled away making her whimper.

"Calm down Cindy." You try to catch your breath when she kisses you again.

"I want more." She breathes out and you looked at her face for any sign that she was joking.

She wasn't.

"Cindy what about Tommy your basically already cheating on him." You say but she smiled and shakes her head.

"I like you and i want to be with you."

Your heart was beating quickly, this was something you wanted but you didn't want a sweet girl like Cindy to get hated on like you.

"I like you too but Cindy i don't want you to get the things said about me said to you."

"It wont matter as long as im with you."

You grabbed her face softly and kissed her. You started pushing her into the counter, leaning over her. Your hands went under her shirt caressing her soft skin and she broke the kiss to kiss down your neck. You moaned when she started sucking softly on your skin.

"Y-you sure you haven't done this before." You say and pull back to take your shirt off. Cindy slowly pulled her shirt off before shying away.

"Don't do that baby your gorgeous." You tell her and started playing with her bra straps. "Can you take your bra off." She nodded and slides the straps off her shoulder and took it off. Her boobs fell perfectly and your mouth dried at the sight.

You wrapped you hands around her waist again and kissed down her neck. You then wrapped your lips around her bud making Cindy gasp at the sensation.

"Oh god that feels s-so good." She moaned out and grabbed your hair. You fondled with her other boob before switching. Cindy wouldn't stop moaning but you didn't care, they were so sweet.

"Want to finish getting underdressed?" You ask her pulling away and she nods quickly, immediately taking of her shoes, socks and shorts leaving her in her panties. You were in the same condition and you smirked.

You grabbed your clothes and spread them everywhere on the ground for later. You knelled down in front of Cindy and grabbed her leg and placed it over your shoulder. You kissed her thighs and one of your hands went to her covered pussy. You dragged you finger across making her jerk and you chuckled.

"Your so wet right now." You say and push her panties to the side and you licked up her slit making her shudder a moan. "And taste so good." With your index finger you teased her entrance making her hips buck up and she groaned in frustration.

"No teasing." She says. "Just push it in, I'll be fine." You licked her pussy and with one hand you started rub her clit as you pushed in a finger. "Oh god."

Your other hand made it way down your body into your panties and you felt around.

"Im so wet baby, thats what your doing to me." Cindy started to push her hips down on you finger and you pulled away but left your finger slowly thrusting inside of her.

"Calm down, you so eager." You say a kiss her lower stomach.

"Stop talking and fucking continue." She demands but a thought runs through your head and pull your finger out of her making her hips buck up to your face at the loss.

"Oh the good girl just cussed, who knew i was the one to get you to do that." You laugh and Cindy glares at you before grabbing your head and pushing it against her pussy. You open you mouth and start devouring her, Cindys grip on your head never faltered as she slowly started falling apart.

"Ke-eep going, i-think i-im going to c-cum." She breathes out and started thrusting her hips back and fourth. You hummed and the vibrations sent her over the edge. Her body jerked and you looked up to her face as she was riding out her high. You licked her up more making her push your head away.

"How do you feel?" You ask her and placed her leg on the ground and her legs wobbled to sit dow.

"I want to treat you now, and don't complain." She says and your eyes widen slightly in question.

"Okay." You say and move to lay down on your back on the clothes. Cindy crawled in between your legs and laid down on her stomach. She seemed unsure of what she was doing so you raised yourself onto your elbows to look at her.

"Hey just lick, slowly maybe suck some and if you want use your-." You immediately flopped down as your felt her tongue lick and flatten on your pussy. Your hands weaved themselves into her hair tugging softly everytime she hit a good spot. "Y-our really g-good at this." Your breathed out just before she started softly sucking. She pulled away and licked her lips

"I watched you." She says and goes right back down. You hips were moving up and down slowly and your breathing picked up. Your stomach tightened and Cindy must have caught on that you were reaching your high because she started teasing you with a finger. Your thighs shook as your orgasam took over.

As you relaxed Cindy maneuvered her self to lay her head on your chest and her body to the side of yours.

"Hey can we... can we, do the thing where the two girl join eachother uh, down there, only if your not to tired." She says and kisses your neck. You immediately sit up and crawl over her, she bends her knees but you shake your head.

"Relax, let me do all the work." You say and grab her right leg and swing it over your hips and push on her left to tell her to straighten it out. You positioned yourself over her and slowly started grinding on her. Cindy tried to gain more friction but as your clits passed along eachother she let you. You started moving your hips back and fourth harder and faster.

The room was filled with your pants and moans. Cindy looked beautiful under you, her hair was splayed out on the floor and her moans were so pretty.

"You look so pretty under me." You say and grab her boob and pinch her buds making her whimper.

You were getting closer to the end. Cindy started moving her hips to match with you and she came. You felt her throbbing and your shut your eyes tightly as your high took over you once again. You opened your eyes and looked at Cindy in her bliss. You smashed you lips against hers and untangled your legs.

"How was it?" You asked and went to your side to look at her.

"Im breaking up with Tommy and im going to be with you." She says and lifted her head to peck your lips. You grabbed your clothes and grabbed Cindys and handed it to her.

"Thanks." She mumbled and slid her bra and shirt on. Once you were dressed there wad some awkwardness in the air. You grab her hand and break the silence.

"I think i should do this properly, Cindy Berman will you be my girlfriend?" You ask.

She has to say yes, i mean i just had a sex with her.

"Yes, yes I'll be your girlfriend." She says and you smile, bring your hands up to her face and kissed her.

"Ill break up with Tommy the second i see him tomorrow." You nod happily.

Ya fuck you Tom

She put her hands on your hips and you licked her lips and she opened her mouth slightly enough to shove your tongue in your mouth.

You made out for a few minutes pulling away everytime you needed air when you heard some laughing.

"Cindy, didn't know you liked girls now." Says a feminine voice behind you. You pull away to see Alice and Arnie smirking and sharing a cigarette.

"What are you two doing?" You ask and they laugh.

"We were going to go but we heard some moans, and find you two lip locking." Says Arnie.

"Don't say shit please." Says Cindy and they look at her in shock.

"Oh she's cussing too." They tease, and you both roll your eyes. "Ok we wont but you cant ask us to do anything else for you Berman." Says Alice and Cindy huffs.

"Fine, but if you get in trouble don't go looking for me for help." You laughed behind Cindy and the other two glared at you.

"Such a badass."

A/n- i hope you like it:)) spacing may be a little weird i wrote this on wattpad

#Cindy berman x fem reader #fear street part 2: 1978 #smut #x female reader #cindy berman #cindy berman x reader #cindy berman smut

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Goode’s Prosperity - Part 10

Series Masterlist

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

I made up Nick’s middle name, btw. 

This is the last chapter of this series :’)

Part Ten <3 | Previous Part

December 1st, 1985

3:43 PM

Tossing your set of keys onto the table near the door, you shrug off your coat and hang it up before stepping into the living room.

  Nick was lying on the couch, phone in hand as he listened to the other person on the line. He wore his uniform, the last few buttons of his shirt being left undone. You drop your work bag onto the ground beside the couch before you crawl on top of him, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around his middle. 

  He laughs and shakes his head, pressing a kiss to the top of your head while he draped his arm over your form. “Oh, no,” he told the person. “Y/n just got home.”

  “Ah, Y/n,” the other person said, his voice muffled. “And when will I get to meet my future sister in law?” 

  It was clear who he was talking to now. 

  Will.

  Your brows furrow when you hear his voice again. He sounded so familiar, yet you never met him. Still, you could’ve sworn that you’d heard his voice before, but couldn’t remember when. 

  Shaking it off, you listen to the steady beat of Nick’s heart as he answers his brother. “At the wedding,”

  You smile at that.

  “I gotta go to work,” he said. “We’ll talk later.”

  The brothers say goodbye before Nick leaned back and placed the phone back on the receiver that was sitting on the side table. 

  He wraps his other arm around you and presses you tighter against him. “How was your day?”

  “Long,” you answer, playing with the buttons on his shirt. “What do you work til?”

  “One,”

  You groaned. “I am not waiting up for you,”

  He laughed and shook his head, leaning forward and connecting your lips, effectively making you forget everything you were going to say. “I gotta go,” he mumbled once he pulled away. 

  “I might wait up for you,”

  He smiled and shook his head. “You don’t have to,” he said as you got off him. “You look tired.”

  Sitting beside him, you grab the collar of his shirt with both hands. “You look sexy,” you say, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his jaw, cheek, then lips. You tugged him slightly, making his body press into yours.

  “Do you want me to be late?” He asked in between kisses. His hands went to your waist, where they gripped tightly.

  “Oh, come on, future police chief,” you murmur against his lips, your fingers slowly undoing the buttons of his blue shirt. “Showing up late one time is acceptable.”

  At this point, his shirt was fully unbuttoned, exposing his sculpted chest to you. “You’re such a bad influence on me,” he teased, leaning in to press kisses along your neck. 

  “I can’t help it,” you mumble. “Those training days did you well.”

  He shook his head, a smirk on his lips. Sliding his shirt off his shoulders, you pull him down so he is hovering over you. His lips were back on yours and you trail your hands down to his pants, unbuttoning them. Your hand pressed against his member, making him inhale sharply.

  Pulling away from your mouth, he ducked his head in the space between your neck and shoulder, his lips pressing random kisses to your skin. Your hand slipped past the band of his boxers and gripped his length. You slowly began to stroke him, hearing the low groans that left his lips at your touch.

  Your hand sped up as he brought his mouth back to yours. The kiss was messy, loud and desperate. The movement of your hand was only fueled by his needy whimpers that left his lips. While he loved to tease you about how desperate you get, he was no better. In fact, he was probably worse. Every time he touched you, he acted as if it would be the last time he ever would. 

  It was sweet and hot all at the same time.

  Your thumb grazed the tip of him, making his hips shudder and his teeth sink into his bottom lip. He groaned loudly, sending heat waves down your body until they reached your core. Bringing his face close to yours, you press your mouth to his jaw and hum. “You’re so hot,” you say, voice muffled. 

  Nick muttered something under his breath, words that you couldn’t quite make out, before a strangled moan left his lips. You lean down and suck a deep purple mark on his chest, your tongue running over it afterwards. 

  You tug on his length again, making his hips jolt forward and buck into your hand. Continuing to suck random marks on his skin, you create a fast pace with your hand, your thumb pressing against his tip every time you move your hand upwards. 

  His sounds were music to your ears and more than enough to satisfy you. You weren’t planning on getting yourself off this time around, so you were more than pleased to just make him feel good.

  “W-wait,” he stuttered, his forehead pressing against yours. “What about…what about you?” 

  His breathless voice turned you on to no end, but you didn’t want him to be too late for work, so you’d hold back your want for him for now. 

  His words urged you to continue, letting you know that he was close.

  The thought of him not wanting to finish without you had your heart racing.

  You shake your head, your nose brushing against his. “Mmhm,” you murmur, kissing him again. “I want you to come for me.”

  Nick groaned at your words. You weren’t normally the one to talk dirty during intimate moments. He was, so to hear the rare words leave your mouth had him dangerously close. 

  He never could last long with you, something he considered both a curse and a blessing. 

  You trail your kisses up his face, sucking on the skin below his ear. It was his weak spot, as you discovered many months ago, so it was no surprise when he moaned at the way your teeth tugged on his skin. His hands grip your waist tighter, his mouth right next to your ear as he lets out whimpers.

  “I love you,” you say into his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek afterwards. His entire body shielded you, and you knew you would never get enough of the size difference. 

  Nick moaned at your words, kissing your lips quickly. “I love you,” he mumbled. “Fuck, I love you.”

  You grin up at him, your hand slowing once you see the way his stomach muscles flexed and tensed, signaling his release. Seconds later, he lets out a final moan as he reaches his high. Your hand stops as heavy breaths leave his lips, his forehead resting on yours.

  Pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, you sit up, making him move off you. “You should get going,” you say, standing up and heading towards your shared room. “You’re going to be late.”

  Nick glares at you as he watches you disappear into the room at the end of the hall, shaking his head with a small grin on his face.

-

5:56 PM

Stepping out of the bathroom and into your room, you toss the towel you used to dry your hair into the basket near the door.

  Upon leaving your room, you’re met with the double doors across from yours. Nick’s training room. You had never seen it, and never been in it, as he told you many times to stay out of it. 

  Jokingly, you push down on the handle, expecting to be met with resistance. You were surprised when the handle turned downwards and you stepped back as the door opened an inch or two. 

  You shouldn’t.

  But would it hurt?

  Maybe there’s useful information in there. Maybe, one day, someone breaks in and you have to know where a gun is to defend yourself. 

  It was clear that you were pulling out excuses from thin air. This is Sunnyvale. Nothing bad ever happens here, let alone home invasions. And you don’t even know how to load a gun, let alone fire one.

  Your fingers press against the door, making it open a bit wider, before pushing it open completely. By the window was a desk and chair, and the right wall was covered by bookcases that reached the ceiling. On the left side were shelves that held gun cases. A lot of them. Ammo boxes were next to each case, as well as knives.

  What stood out the most, though, was the mounted goat head that was placed above the window. Since when was Nick into taxidermy?

  Before you could get too far into the room, the phone going off cuts through the silence. You jump slightly before you turn around and close the door.

  You sit on the couch, picking up the phone and being met with Emma’s voice. “Hey. Can we talk for a bit?”

  Emma had been depressed since she lost her older brother, something you had a lot of experience with. You hadn’t seen her much, not willingly, of course. You had wanted to get through the loss of Beth and John by grieving with her, but she became so closed off to the point where she barely leaves the house now.

  “Of course,” you answer, completely forgetting about the unlocked training room down the hall. 

-

December 2nd, 1985

7:30 PM

It was your day off, as it was Nick’s, and since it was too cold to do anything outside, so you were lying on the couch with your back pressed to Nick’s front.

  It’s A Wonderful Life was playing on the TV, a film you’ve seen many times now. It was something you only watch during the month of December, as it was a holiday movie, and seeing as Nick had never seen it, you thought that this would be a great time to watch it with him.

  The pair of you had your eyes fixed on the screen, Nick’s fingers running up and down your arm as he watched the black and white film. 

  You had never felt more at peace than you did right now. If this is what you would be met with for the rest of your life, then you were more than okay with it. Nick is the love of your life, you were sure of it. You had never been this happy since the loss of your brother, nor have you ever felt this loved in your entire life. 

  Tugging on the blanket that was covering the two of you, your eyes caught sight of the ring on your finger. It reflected off the table lamp that was placed beside the couch, making a beam of light shine off the gem. 

  You smiled and grabbed Nick’s left hand in yours, comparing the sizes while also imagining a band on his finger. “Nick?” You asked, your fingers playing with his. 

  He hummed from behind you, his eyes not leaving the screen. You felt bad that you were taking his attention away from the movie, but things like this just couldn’t wait.

  “I’ve been thinking,” you trail off. “I want to get married.”

  Nick laughed at that. “Well, that’s good, seeing as that’s usually what the next step is after getting engaged,”

  You shake your head. “I want to get married now,”

  You felt Nick’s heartbeat quicken at your words. “Now?”

  “Well…maybe not now,” you murmur. “But soon, like, maybe-”

  “Tomorrow,” he cut you off, making your fingers drop his hand. 

  “What?”

  “Tomorrow,”

  You felt weird not having this conversation face to face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to fully turn around, instead you just turned your head, seeing him already looking down at you. “Really?”

  “If you want to,” he said, his voice serious. “I think we’ve waited long enough.”

  You laugh and shake your head. It had been less than a month since you got engaged, so his words weren’t really accurate, but you found yourself agreeing anyway. “Okay,” you nod, matching his grin. “Tomorrow.”

-

December 3rd, 1985

9:23 AM

While getting married today seemed like a great idea yesterday, to say you weren’t freaking out would be an understatement. 

  You were looking at yourself in the mirror of the dress shop, your eyes mesmerised at the sight. The dress was a solid white that reached your feet, with lace sleeves that went all the way down to your wrists. The collar was also lace and the skirt had a few layers of see through fabric that only showed the white of the base. 

  It was perfect. 

   And Emma, who was sitting beside you, seemed to agree as she gave you a teary smile. A smile you hadn’t seen from her in months. 

  That’s how you knew you found the one. 

  Despite Nick’s distaste for them, he agreed to have the wedding in the church of Sunnyvale. You weren’t very religious yourself, but it was the exterior of the Church that made you want to get married there.

  During the first month of dating Nick and visiting Sunnyvale for the first time, your eyes were instantly drawn to the building. The white paneling with the blue shutters that framed the stained glass windows made your whole body ache with want to see what it looked like inside.

  That’s where Nick was now, presumably with the guests. It was a very last minute occasion, something your parents weren’t too thrilled about, but supported nonetheless. 

  It was scheduled to start at eleven in the morning, and your heart pounded loudly when your eyes caught sight of the clock that hung on the wall in the shop. 

  9:49 AM

  “Oh, my God,” you say and step off the platform that was in front of the mirror. Emma shot up from her chair, a confused look on her face. “We got to go.”

  She looked at the clock as well before quickly pushing you back into the changing room.

  When you finally made it to the church, you were let inside through the side door that allowed you to go into the basement to get ready. It was down there where you were wrapped in a hug by your mother and father, before you were told to get ready. 

  Your hair was braided at each side and pinned back into a bun full of curls, leaving your neck exposed so the necklace Tommy gave you was on full display. Your left wrist wore the gold necklace Nick gave you for your birthday.

  All that was left was the veil, which your mom clipped in your hair, just above the bun. After another hug, she left to go sit in her seat. Your father handed you your bouquet, a mix of white roses with light pink peonies. 

  Emma grabbed her bouquet, a simple mix of roses and tulips, as well as another one that held the same flowers. It was for Beth. You knew that she would’ve been beside you today and put aside her hatred for your soon to be husband. It felt wrong to not include her. 

  You nod at Emma before she leads both you and your father back up the stairs. She walked through the church doors, leaving you to stand nervously with your dad by your side. “Are you ready for this?” He asked, hooking his arm through yours. 

  “Yes,” you answer without hesitation. 

  “Then let’s go,” he said before leaning over and kissing your forehead. “I am so proud of you.”

  You gave him a teary smile before he opened the doors and guided you inside. 

  If you thought the exterior was stunning, then you have no words for the beauty of the interior. It was breathtaking and stunning and everything you could’ve possibly imagined it being. The room was covered in flower displays, as were the benches. They were lined with strips of roses and peonies, a white ribbon hung just below them.

  At the back of the church was a massive stained glass window that allowed the light from the sun to flood the room and make it seem as bright as it was outside. 

  But, the one thing that had your eyes tearing up the most was the man who stood at the top of the altar, the officiant behind him. He looked so good in the black tux, his hair neatly brushed and his face freshly shaved. He looked damn near edible.

  Emma stood across from him, and two men stood beside him, one you recognized as James, and the other was, you could only assume, his brother. 

  Will looked so familiar, despite this being the first time you’ve ever seen him. Where had you seen him before?

  You tried to shake off the uneasy feeling, blaming it on your nerves, and walked down the aisle that was covered in flower petals. Before you knew it, your dad was kissing your forehead again and handing you off to Nick, who took your hands in his after you gave your bouquet to Emma. As you looked up and into his brown eyes, your suspicious thoughts of Will slipped from your mind and all you were left with was the overwhelming feeling of love.

  “We are gathered here today to witness the love between my dear friend, Nicholas Anthony Goode and Y/n Y/m/n Slater,” Nick rolled his eyes at his full name being said, something you laughed quietly about as your grip on his hands tightened. “I have seen, first hand, how much this young man adores this woman, and it has been a true blessing to be chosen as the one who will ensure that these two will spend the rest of their lives together, as well as to witness what a kind and good hearted man he has become.”

  The officiant, Phil McBride, was a friend of Nick’s dad, so he really had seen Nick grow and become the man he is today. 

  “If I am not mistaken, I do believe that the bride and groom have prepared their own vows,” Phil said, looking over at Nick with a smile. “Go ahead, son.”

  Nick’s eyes flickered between your own and your lips, the faint scar that found home on your lip staring back at him. He pushed down the anger that instantly started rising at the sight of it. “I didn’t believe in love growing up. I had witnessed my parents’ love many times as a kid, but never felt like I deserved to experience something like what they had. I didn’t think it was even possible. I’m glad I proved myself wrong with that one, and I’m glad that you proved to me that love really does exist,” if you weren’t crying before, you definitely were now. “In other words, you changed me for the better, changed my outlook on just about everything in the world. You make everything seem so beautiful and special and I can no longer be surprised by it, as that’s just the kind of person you are. You had your own battles going on when I met you, and you were still one of the most inviting and kind hearted people I had ever met. You’re beautiful beyond words, too kind and genuine for your own good, and one of the best people this world will ever know.  Even if you can be a bad influence sometimes.”

  Your face heats up and you look back at Emma, who gave you a sly smirk before you turned back around to face Nick.

  “I promise you that I will stay by your side until you’ve grown tired of me, and even after that. I love you and I will continue to love you for the rest of our lives,” he finishes just as a tear slipped from your eye. “Forever.”

  “Isn’t long enough when I’m with you,” you continued where he left off. “There will never be enough time in the world that will be long enough. You brought me out of a dark place, one where I refused to let anyone in, and with one conversation with you, and a scheduled second meeting, you broke down the walls I built within seconds. You cared for me even when you hardly knew me and you showed me that everything will be okay. You were so open to everything I loved and so welcoming when meeting my friends. I know that my brother would have loved you and been proud of how my life turned out since you’ve been in it. We met just under a year ago, and we’re still young, but for me, this couldn’t have come fast enough. You have succeeded past any and all expectations I could’ve ever had for a life partner. I love you, and I always will. Forever.”

  Phil looked away quickly as he discreetly wiped a tear. “If anyone wishes to object to this pairing, speak now or forever hold your peace,” when no one stood up or spoke, he continued. “Nick, repeat after me. I, Nick Goode.”

  Nick grinned at you, his own eyes holding tears, which was a rare sight for him. “I, Nick Goode,” he repeated. “Take you, Y/n Slater, to be my wife, my partner, and my one true love. I promise to cherish you today, tomorrow and forever. To be faithful, to hold you, and love you until death do us part.”

  You refrained from reaching up to wipe away your tears as you repeated his words. “I, Y/n Slater. Take you, Nick Goode, to be my husband, my other half, and my person. I promise to be by your side and always be faithful, through all the ups and downs. I promise to love you and support you until death do us part.”

  Once you were done, Phil handed Nick the band that would soon be yours. “Do you, Nick Goode, take Y/n Slater to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

  “I do,” he slides the silver band onto your finger.

  “And do you, Y/n Slater, take Nick Goode to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

  You take his silver ring that matched yours and slide it on his finger. You both had agreed that gold was too old fashioned. “I do,”

  “Then by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” Phil said, closing his book and putting it down. “You may now kiss your bride.”

  As soon as the words left his mouth, Nick’s hands were on either side of your face and his lips were connected to yours. This kiss was unlike any other the two of you have shared. It was your first kiss as a married couple, your first kiss while officially being Mrs. Goode.

  Your arms wrap around his middle as he presses himself closer to you, lips pressed to yours still in a bruising kiss. You hardly comprehend the sound of claps and cheers when you pull away, your hand slipping into his.

  Together, you make your way back up the aisle, this time with your husband’s hand in yours.

-

5:57 PM

The reception, as well as the after party went by in a blur. 

  The whole time, your body ached for Nick, understandably. And you knew he felt the same way. He had his hand on you the entire rest of the day, whether that be on your back, your arm or your thigh, he refused to be away from you for more than a minute. 

  And the things he whispered to you during your first dance? Oh boy.

  You had to refrain from pouncing on him right then and there.

  But you are home now.

  The door to your shared room was pushed open roughly, the pair of you stumbling in with your arms wrapped around one another. Your lips were connected messily, a mix of teeth and tongue as he slid his jacket off and let it fall to the floor before he pushed you backwards and towards the bed. 

  Before you could hit the comforter, Nick’s hand slid up your back and unzipped your dress. While you slipped it off, Nick’s hands made work on his button up. He ended up ripping off the last few buttons due to his impatience, and before you knew it, his hands were back on you, his thumbs pressing against your cheekbones as he connected your lips once again. 

  Freed from your dress, you take the opportunity to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. Nick caught you easily, his hands gripping your thighs as he stepped forward.

  Your back hit the bed seconds later, your legs staying locked around your husband’s waist as he slowly grinded his hips against yours. Your mouth breaks away from his as a moan escapes you and sounds out in the quiet room. 

  Nick’s lips moved to your neck and he sucked a dark mark on your skin as one of his hands slipped behind you and unhooked your bra. He dragged the straps of the white fabric down your arms and let it fall to the floor beside the bed. 

  Almost instantly, his lips were on your chest. He sucked another mark on the soft skin of your breast before he trailed his kisses down your abdomen, pausing just above your matching white underwear. He removed them with ease, adding them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.  

  Without warning, his tongue licked a stripe up your folds before his lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves. Your eyes closed at the contact, your left hand reaching down to grab his right one. Intertwining your fingers, your other hand slid down to tug on his dark hair. Your fingers threaded through the strands, placing your palm flat against the top of his head before tugging again.

  He groaned at the tugs you gave him, the sound sending waves to your core and making you shudder slightly. His teeth nipped your clit, a smirk on his lips when your hips jolted forward. 

  His tongue slid back down your folds before slipping inside you and moving expertly against your walls. You whimpered at the feeling, your toes curling as your thighs pressed against the sides of his head. His left hand wrapped around your thigh and you caught a glimpse of his wedding band. The sight, mixed with the feeling of his tongue, set butterflies loose all over your body and your back arched slightly off the bed. 

  Your hand that was holding his reached down further to grip his jaw, making his eyes meet yours, lust filled in the brown orbs.

  Nick gave your folds one last lick before he pulled away. “How did I get so lucky,” he pressed a kiss to your hip. “To have the prettiest wife, prettiest woman, all to myself?” His hand grabbed yours, pulling it from its place on his jaw and pinning it beside your head as he hovered over you once again.

  “I think we both know that I’m the lucky one,” you mumbled and tilted your head up to kiss him again, both yours and his free hands fumbling around with the button of his pants. You push them down just enough for him to be able to free himself, his hard length brushing against your lower lips. 

  Your hand slips from his and grips the side of his neck, connecting your lips again when he pushes himself inside you. Moaning at the stretch, your head falls back against the bed, your free hand gripping the soft fabric of the comforter and twisting it between your fingers.

  He sets a slow pace at first, letting you adjust to his size. Secretly, he also had to adjust to your tightness. No matter how many times you’ve done this, you remain as tight as the first time. The only difference was that Nick knew every inch of you now and knew exactly how to get you to surrender yourself completely to him.

  Your hand slides up his face to tug on his hair, successfully making it messy. Your rings reflected off the fading sunlight that creeped in through the window, making a lazy smile form on your lips. “Can you believe that just a few hours ago we got married?”

  Nick lifted his head from its place on your shoulder, eyeing the rings as well, a boyish grin on his face. “Not all all,” he replied, his hand gripping your thigh and wrapping it tighter around his waist. 

  “Now I’m officially off limits,” you joke, a breathy moan escaping you afterwards. 

  Nick gave you a look, and you knew his protective, yet slightly possessive side was coming out. Just what you wanted. 

  You wanted him to call you his, despite you being his in every single way now, as he was yours. He was your first real boyfriend, your first love, your first time, and quickly became the first person you ran to when you needed someone to shield you from the rest of the world.

  Kind of like how his body was shielding the entirety of yours right now. His broad shoulders covered any view of you if someone were to walk in, and the thought sent a jolt of excitement through you. 

  Nick gave a rough thrust, making the small, barely there smirk fall from your lips. “You were off limits from the second I first saw you,”

  God, was this side of him hot. It never failed to make you feel wanted, desired, even, in every way. 

  His lips pressed a surprisingly sweet kiss to your lips before he leaned his head back down towards your shoulder. “But you already knew that,” he murmured against your skin. “Didn’t you?”

  When he began to pick up the pace, you found yourself struggling to find words, let alone form any.

  You knew it would add fuel to the burning fire that was steadily growing inside of him since you gave him the image of you with someone else. You also knew that he would begin to go harder and become rougher with you. 

  And what’s a wedding night without rough sex?

  A boring one.

  Letting out a hum at his question, your head falls to the side and your eyes close briefly.

  Briefly, because as soon as the sound left your mouth, his hand was on your chin and he was turning your head to face him again. “Answer the question, pretty girl,” he muttered, his mouth brushing against your but not taking the final step and kissing you. You whined at that, completely turned on at the state you put him in, but he just tightened his hold on you. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

  When you didn’t answer again, Nick stopped his movement of his hips, his hand falling from your chin to press against the space beside your head as he lifted himself off you slightly. “No! No no no, please,” you say, too messed up to care at this point about how desperate you sounded. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling his body back down so it is pressed tight against yours. “I’m yours, baby, all yours. No one else’s.”

  Nick grinned against your mouth at your words, pressing a kiss to it as he resumed his movements, swallowing the sigh of relief that escaped you at the return of friction.

  He hummed against your lips, his hand moving down to hold your hip tightly. “Fuck, you take me so well,” his voice was borderline breathless, a sound you felt yourself clench at involuntarily. He groaned, moving his head to your neck, sucking a deep mark on your skin. “Never getting over this. Never letting you go.”

  “Please don’t,” you whimpered as his thrusts went from slow and soft to quick and rough. “Don’t ever. Don’t you dare.”

  Nick laughed at your words, which faded into a strangled moan as you clenched around him once more. 

  “Let me ride you,” you murmured against the skin just below his ear, sending chills down Nick’s entire body.

  He pulled away slightly, his hand pressing against your lower back as he moved up the bed, turning his body so his back was pressed against the pillows, rather than your previous sideways position on the middle of the bed. 

  You lifted yourself so your legs were on either side of him, your knees digging into the sheets beside his hips. Placing your hands on his face, you slowly moved your hips, lifting up just slightly before dropping back down onto him. 

  In this position, you could see him in all his glory. You could see the faces he tried to hide from you, the ones where his brows are furrowed and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth. 

  What a sight it was. 

  Your hands turned his head to the side, making him groan at the tight grip you had on his hair, and kiss along the underside of his jaw, making your way towards his neck. 

  If you asked yourself at the beginning of this year, where do you see yourself in a year’s time? This would’ve definitely not been the answer. 

  You probably would’ve said something along the lines of; working and looking for a job position in which you could use the knowledge you learned from school and really make a future for yourself. 

  You definitely wouldn’t have said; fucking your husband on your shared bed in the apartment you lived together in, right in the middle of Sunny-fucking-vale.

  It’s crazy how one person, one guy, changed your entire plans for your future with a simple meeting in a little café. 

  “I feel you,” you mutter in his ear, grabbing his wrist and placing his hand on your lower stomach. Nick’s mouth opened as he watched the bulge that formed against your skin every time you sunk back down on him.

  “Fuck,”

  His other hand held onto your waist, helping guide your movements. 

  You press his hand harder against you, to the point where he could feel the girth of his member as it entered you. He was so mesmerised at the sight that your next words caught him completely off guard, “I want you to fuck me until I’m carrying your baby,”

  You said it so nonchalantly, yet so seriously that his eyes shot up to meet yours, a moan getting caught in his throat. 

  There was no way you just said that, right? I mean, sure, Nick has definitely thought about you carrying his kid, and the image of your round belly was more than enough to drive him insane, but you had never talked about kids. 

  This was definitely not the first time you fucked without protection, so there was always a chance, but this was completely new.

  And fuck if it didn’t nearly make him come at the thought.

  “Yeah?” He asked, his hand sliding up from your hip and inching towards your neck. Ever since your attack, Nick has damn near refused to touch your neck during intimate times. It was a common thing he did before, and the absence of his hand wrapped around your throat was missed quite a lot. 

  But it had been nearly half a year, and you refused to let some pricks from Sunnyvale take away the things you, and Nick, found pleasure in. 

  You hum, taking his wrist again and moving his hand so it was pressed against your neck. At his hesitant expression, you rolled your hips onto his. “Please,” you whimpered.

  At that, Nick’s finger wrapped around your throat, nearly encasing it entirely because of how much bigger he was. 

  The feeling made your eyes roll back, your hips twitching as you picked up the pace of your bounces. Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you felt a knot begin to form in your stomach. 

  Nick moved his hand that was pressed against your lower abdomen, placing it back on your hip as he roughly fucked up into you, a broken moan fleeing from your mouth.

  Desperate cries escaped you as you met his thrusts, your legs and thighs beginning to burn with overexertion. 

  That didn’t stop you as you chased your high while also trying to bring Nick to his. Knowing what his secret weakness was, you move your hands up to tug on his hair, the sharp pull making him let out a loud groan. 

  “I need you to,” you whispered, unable to form proper sentences. “Please. Please, baby, I need you. Please.”

  Nick seemed to understand you and he pressed his lips to yours, making every cry and moan sound muffled as he gave another hard thrust, the intensity making the pressure become too much. 

  You fall limp around him as your high crashes through you, your legs shaking as Nick continues to gently slide up into you. Only seconds pass before he, too, reaches his climax, his warmth spreading inside you and making you feel completely full. 

  Wrapping his arms around you, his fingers calmly run through your now messy hair, the bun it was tied in completely unraveled, leaving just your braids pinned back.

  You let out heavy breaths, your chest pressing against his with every inhale. Your fingers softly scratched the base of his neck, flattening down the short hairs you previously messed up. 

  “I can’t believe we’re married,” you mumbled, lifting your head from his shoulder and looking into his eyes. “I love you so much.”

  Before he could respond, you kissed him, shutting him up without him even getting a chance to say anything. 

  His hands caressed the sides of your face as he pulled away, his forehead on yours, keeping eye contact with you. “I love you,” he said back, brushing his nose against yours. “Wife.”

-

December 4th, 1985

3:23 AM

Maybe having Nick’s hand wrapped around your throat was a bit much too soon.

  It had been weeks since your last nightmare of your attack, so you were extremely shaken up when you found yourself cornered behind the Shadyside hospital. 

  “Please, stop,” you whimpered as the leader of the three stepped forward. 

  “Shadyside scum,” he muttered, the voice making your ears perk up and eyes widen. “You don’t deserve to be like us.”

  Ignoring his words, you squinted at him through the darkness. “Will?”

  Will froze for a second, his face void of any emotion. Before long, he was back in your face, his hand wrapped tightly around your throat and nearly cutting off your air supply. 

  It was then when you woke up, your body sitting upright as your fingers gripped the sheets. 

  The movement woke Nick up, and he was sitting next to you within seconds. “Hey,” he said quietly. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

  Tears filled your eyes as you looked at him. They spilled over once he placed his hand on your thigh. “I know who attacked me,” you say so quickly you weren’t sure if he even understood you.

  He clearly did as he tense up. It was a sensitive topic for the both of you as he still blamed himself for the whole situation. He clenched his jaw as he exhaled through his nose. “Who?”

  “Nick,” you sobbed, facing him as tears rolled down your face. Right then and there he knew something was seriously wrong. Before he even had a chance to figure out what it was, you spoke again, and nothing could have prepared him for your answer. “It was your brother.”

  Nick looked at you, his face expressionless as he processed your words. 

  No fucking way.

  How could he have not known? Will had been upfront about his dislike for his brother’s choice of lover ever since the start. How could he have been so blind?

  He didn’t have to ask you if you were sure, or if it was someone who looked like his brother, your current state was proof enough. 

  His mind went back to all those months ago, when Will asked him about your work schedule and what hours you work. He planned it for weeks at that point. His own brother betrayed him in the worst way possible. His own family. His own blood. 

  Slowly, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pressing your body into his as you cried silently. He pressed the side of his head to yours, allowing you to cry onto his shoulder. His gaze was forward, eyes on the picture of him and Will from their childhood that sat on the TV stand. 

  What you couldn’t see was the deadly look in his eyes, or the way his blood pumped with anger, hatred and betrayal. 

  And what you didn’t feel was the way he got up from the bed once you were asleep again, his hands numbly reaching for his jean jacket that was thrown on the chair in the corner. 

  He left the apartment seconds later, his focus solely on finding his brother and finally getting the closure he’s wanted for months now.

-

11:56 AM

You called into work today and asked them for the day off so you could ‘adjust to married life’. It was a total lie, and you felt worse when Anne gave you a whole week off. 

  The nightmare, as well as the realization that it was Will, your now brother in law, who was the one who attacked you sent you into a spiral of emotions. How it took you so long to realize, you have no idea. There were so many times where you could’ve given more attention and thought to, but you doubted yourself. Maybe in fear that Nick wouldn’t believe you. But somehow, you knew it was Will all along, you just couldn’t remember.

  It made it feel like it happened yesterday - made you feel unsafe once again. 

  You sat on Nick’s side of the bed, your back pressed against the pillow and phone in hand. Your eyes were lazily fixated on the screen of the TV, watching blankly as the weatherman announced there would be a storm coming soon. 

  “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the wedding,” Eve says from the other line. “I would’ve done anything to be there, but management is on my ass right now.”

  Humming, you take your eyes off the screen. “No worries,” you replied. “It was pretty quick, anyway.”

  “Ooh,” Eve said, making you roll your eyes. “It was a busy day, I take it.”

  Grinning, you shake your head. “You’re the worst,” you joke, looking back at the screen just as an emergency broadcast came on. Nick and Kapinski were standing at what appeared to be the train tracks that separated the two towns. Kapinski looked sad, while Nick looked emotionless. “Hey, I’ll call you back.”

  Eve said a quick goodbye before you hung up and placed the phone on Nick’s nightstand, watching as the reporter came into view. “We are here with officers Kapinski and Goode, where we just learned of the gruesome murder that took place here early this morning,” the man said, stepping closer to Nick. “Officer Goode, can you tell me anything that happened?”

  Kapinski moved the microphone from in front of Nick’s face. “The body was identified as Will Goode, my partner here’s brother,” he answered. “Show a little respect, yeah?”

  Your ears rang at the mention of his name and you sat up straight. “I am so sorry for your loss,” the reporter said in a voice that gave away his true feelings. “Is there anything else you can tell us and those at home watching? Were you two close, you and your brother?”

  Nick looked directly at the camera as the microphone awaited to catch his answer. Keeping his eyes locked on the camera, and locked on yours, all he said were two words that had your blood running cold. “Not anymore,”

  You stand up from the bed and turn off the TV, heavy breaths leaving you.

  There was no way, right?

  Nick couldn’t have, right? Sure, it was awfully convenient that Will was announced dead a mere hours after Nick found out it was him who put his hands on you, but he was with you all night. You weren’t that heavy of a sleeper, so he couldn’t have slipped out and killed his brother without you knowing, right? 

  You didn’t know anymore.

  Looking at the picture of the brothers, you felt hot tears stream down your face. Your hand lifted and covered your mouth as sobs left your lips, the sound of them being muffled. 

  You ran to the phone and put in a number you dialed many times, but not recently. It rang for only a second before a voice came through. 

  “Sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service at this time,”

  “Beth,” you whimpered, covering your mouth again as you sunk down to your knees and leaned back against the side of the bed. You repeated her name as you cradled the phone, your body rocking back and forth as you cried. 

  You had no idea how long you were like that for.

  You don’t even remember getting up and leaving the phone on the floor, the dial tone ringing quietly throughout the room. 

  Somehow, you found yourself outside Nick’s training room, your hand ghosting over the handle. When you tried to turn it, it stayed in place. He remembered to lock it this time, you guessed.

  Without thinking, you grab a nearby plant with a hard pot and slam it on the handle. It broke the pot, sending the plant itself, dirt, and porcelain falling to the ground beneath you. The door handle dropped to the floor seconds later. 

  You open the door and step into the room, your heart feeling like it was about to beat out of your chest. 

  Looking around, you make your way to the gun rack and search. For what? You didn’t know. But something felt seriously wrong and your gut was screaming at you to confirm your thoughts. 

  Finding nothing, you move onto the bookcase and browse through the hundreds of books, sending some of them tumbling to the ground during your rushed search.

  Lastly, you moved onto the desk. Opening all the drawers, you find a small box in the bottom one. You held the box in your hands, more tears slipping from your eyes as your fingers numbly tried to open it.

  When that didn’t work, you stand up from your knelt position and walk around to the front of the desk, your back now turned to the door. You slam the box against the edge of the desk a few times, hearing it pop open due to the force. 

  You were scared to open it, but this would confirm that Nick is not a killer and he was innocent and still the man who owned your heart. 

  Placing the box on the desk, you slowly open it and gasp slightly.

  The first thing you saw was Will’s drivers license, something he probably should’ve had on him when he died. It was smeared in a red liquid, and you nearly gagged at the realization of what it was.

  Next was a folded piece of paper, and you read the words quietly. 

  Official Training License for Michael C. Jones.

  Mike. Your mind went back to the time when Nick told you that no one had seen him for months. Why didn’t you clue in? It was right in front of you. 

  Moving that aside, your fingers wrap around a bracelet and almost instantly you know it belonged to Beth.

  Letting out a choked sob, you bring the bracelet up to your heart and hold it there for a few seconds before you put it down next to the license, your eyes widening when you pick up the third item. It was a piece of yellow fabric, and you immediately recognized it as a piece from Tommy’s Grafton Notch Maine shirt. It was partly stained brown, and you knew it was dried blood. Blood that was seven years old.

  You drop it onto the desk with a cry as you hold the last item in your hand. Your face scrunched up in a pained expression as you looked at the polaroid. It was of your thirteen year old self. You and Tommy were leaning against the Camp Nightwing sign, his arm thrown around your shoulders as you both wore large grins. 

  You remember taking it. It was the day your parents dropped him off at the camp, and he wanted a picture of the two of you to put in his cabin. All these years, you had no idea what happened to this picture. You asked the police to look for it, but they never found it. It was your last picture with your brother. 

  “No,” you whimpered, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth as you continued to look at the picture. Your eyes flickered between your rings and the photo, realization quickly forming in your head.

  The entire time, nearly a year now, Nick knew exactly who you were, who your brother was, what your backstory was.

  It was all a lie.

  Emma lost her brother, and lost herself along the way. She was now a broken version of herself because of him.

  And Beth… Beth.

  How convenient it was that the girl he had been fighting with for the entirety of your relationship died in a brutal way, and he was the one to announce it to the world.  

  You felt sick, an unrelenting need to empty your stomach starting to become too much to resist. 

  Before you could cry out in regret and agony, the sound of a voice made you jump. “I told you to not go in here,” his voice sounded so emotionless, you found yourself scared to turn around and face him.

  But you did, and when your eyes met his, his face void of any emotion, the picture slipped from your fingers. He stood in the doorway, boot covered feet standing in the mess of dirt and porcelain, and you wondered briefly how you didn’t hear him come in. 

  You didn’t have time to think as he slowly stepped forward and towards you, a glint in his eyes that you had seen him give other people, mainly Beth, plenty of times, but never directed towards you. 

  It was a deadly look, and your heart fell to the floor when he closed the distance completely, his hands reaching upwards and straight for your neck.

THE END.

Happy Birthday to me <3:))

GUYS it’s finished ! I had this entire thing planned out from start to finish since September 2022 and to see it all come together is so fulfilling. I hope you all loved this series as I LOVED writing it. Thank you all so so much for the support. It truly means the world. xx

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Older! Nick Goode making you sit on his cock when one of his officers is in his office <3 his cock filling you up so much that you can feel him in your stomach, while he sits and discusses a meeting. The man doesn’t ask any questions about why you’re there. Nick is his boss, after all. But every so often, he’ll notice a look on your face as if you’re uncomfortable. But you cover it up with a smile, and when he finally leaves Nick pick you by the front of your thighs and sets you down on the ground so he can bend you over his desk <<3

“See? I told you it’d be easy. You’re such a good little girl, doing exactly as you’re told. My precious baby.” He coos, as he shoves his tie into your mouth. He brings his cock back inside your tight cunt. He begins to fuck you mercilessly, moving his hand to hold your head down onto the desk. You drool around the piece of fabric in your mouth, and he groans at the feeling of your warmth around him.

You can barely speak, can only make little ‘uh, uh, uh” sounds, as he pounds you into the wooden desk.

“Daddy loves his little girls tight little pussy. She’s so good for him, isn’t she?” He praises, as he reaches down to slap your clit harshly. You cry out, hands struggling to stay anywhere. As an alternative Nick brings both of his hands off your head and down to hold your wrists and pull them back. You’re lifted off the desk, your nipples barely grazing the table as his hips smack into yours at a rapid pace. You know he’s getting close, can tell by the way his sounds increase and his thrusts begin to become sloppy. And then he’s filling you up with his warm cum, eyes rolling back in pleasure at feeling of his orgasm. He pulls out, teasingly rubbing your clit with the tip of his girthy length. You whine, having yet to reach your high the entire day. But all Nick does is sit there, holding his cock against your swollen button.

“Work for it, honey.” His voice is shaky, and you know that the overstimulation from his first orgasm is still making him incredibly sensitive.

But that’s how he likes it; he loves the burn, the desperate mess and friction.

So when you bring his aching prick to rest in between your outer lips and begin humping him with desperation, it’s all it takes for the man to squirt even more thick ropes of cum onto your body with a growl of your name.

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[https-maxine-stuff]

“The brightest star on the darkest night.”

Four.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

July 12th, 1978

"You got hit with a ball!?" She was laughing at the bruise on his face. He glared at her.

"Yeah, I got hit with a fucking ball." He hissed, the ice pack pressed to his face.

"Oh- this is funny- how?" She giggled.

"I don't wanna say."

"Were you distracted, Nick?" She flicked his shoulder.

"..yes.."

"By possibly what- was it, Joan?" She teased.

"No! Oh my god." He covered his face with his free hand.

"Then possibly what?"

"You!" Her eyes widened.

"Me!?"

"Yes you! I'm sorry that you looking like a mom was kinda hot."

"Damn,, mommy issues much?" She teased.

"Oh my god."

"I didn't think you thought I was hot." She sat down next to him her arm draped over his shoulder. His face redden as he looked away. "Aw Nicky,, don't get shy on me now." She hummed.

"Stop,," he whined.

"Never thought I'd see a Goode get all shy on a Shadysider." She purred.

He turned his head towards her. "I hate you."

"No, you think I'm hot." She giggled. "A stone fox, hopefully."

"Oh my god." He cringed.

"Not god," she smiled, she stood back up. "But I will go be hot again, or something." She thought for a moment as she turned to leave, his grabbed her arm his face extremely red.

"Stay?" Her face seemed to soften.

"Okay,"

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July 15th, 1978

"Happy Sunday, campers!" Cindy's voice boomed as she spoke. "Today we are doing kayaking so get your butts to that lake!" She grinned.

"Hey, wanna sneak away?" Nicks voice was soft. Max turned to him and nodded, he grabbed her hand and began to slowly lead her away from the large crowd.

"Where are we going?" She laughed.

"Just- just a little spot."

"I better not get a tick from anything."

"Oh I hope not, uh but it's a cute thing or something like that." He led her towards a clearing in the woods, a blanket on the ground with a few books.

"Nick,, is this a date?" She smiled softly at him.

"Yeah,, I think."

"You think? Oh my god." She playfully hit his arm. He smiled warmly as the two sat down on the blanket. "A- are these horror books? Did you bring your whole collection out here?" She gasped.

"What! No, well some of them are horror,, I'm not a monster some are just..romance ones."

"You like romance?"

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"A little." She chuckled.

"I'd consider myself a romantic guy!" He scowled.

"Oh,, he can look mad.." she teased.

"I- I swear you don't like me." She rolled her eyes and cupped his face.

"Nick, I really like you.. like a lot more than I thought I'd like a Sunnyvaler." His eyes softened on this vulnerableness she was showing him. "You- you're sweet, and thoughtful.. you take into consideration my feelings and that's honestly so refreshing."

"You didn't have too many good boyfriends huh?"

"No, not a single one." She giggled.

"Max,," she looked at him.

"Yeah?" She smiled.

"I look at you and my world seems to stop." Her entire face seemed to redden immediately.

"Th- Oh my-" she covered her face.

"I got you all flustered, huh?" He smiled warmly.

"Oh- You you- shush." She hit his arm lightly, he scooted closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You look adorable," he cooed pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"I hate you,"

"Oh no, you love me.. you liar." He grinned.

"You- fuck." She laughed.

"I supposedly can do that very well." He hummed.

"Oh my god, shut up." She closed her eyes and cringed.

"Wanna make me?"

"If I punch you, am I a bad date?" She smiled at him.

"Oh incredibly, I have too beautiful of a face." He pressed another kiss to her shoulder.

"Yeah,, yeah.."

ੈ✩‧₊˚

They walked back towards the camp, the date items in their hands as they smiled brightly.

"So, what will we be doing in your cabin."

"Watch a movie,, I stole the tv." She whispered. "Maybe cuddle,"

"I like that, nice date option,, guess what I brought."

"I swear to god if it's a horror movie I'll hit you." She rolled her eyes.

"I.."

"It's a horror movie?"

"Yeah."

"..."

"..."

"Which one?"

"The omen." Her mouth dropped open.

"I heard that movie was terrifying! Oh I could kiss you."

"Oh I get a kiss now?" He got closer, she placed her hand in-front of his face.

"Soon,"

-

They entered her cabin as he left the date items on the couch.

She looked at the tv adjusting the antennas, she sat back down as the static on the tv quieted. "You got the movie?"

"Yup," he slid the vhs into the holder and got nice and close up with her. "You ready to get scared?"

"Absolutely." She smiled proudly.

-

"That was..." her mouth hung open.

"I know right, you were terrified."

"Yeah! It was all the right amount of scary, thank you..Nick.." she kissed his cheek, a big red blush began to form on his face.

"N- No problem." He smiled lightly.

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[starry-moonshine]

Fear Street MASTERLIST

Fear Street: 1994 characters

Deena Johnson

First Time | smut, fluff (WIP)

Fear Street: 1978 characters

Cindy Berman

The Berman Crush (featuring Ziggy Berman) - angst, smut (WIP)

Perfect | Smut

Tommy Slater

{coming soon!} Love Story | smut, angst, fluff

Teenage Nick Goode

After Party Confessions | fluff, slight angst (WIP)

Fear Street: 1666 characters

Constance Berman

Late Night Kisses | Fluff

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[lesbianlotties]

Journeys end in lovers meeting - Sam/Deena - Fear Street x Bly Manor AU

Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: Fear Street Trilogy (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Samantha "Sam" Fraser/Deena Johnson Characters: Samantha "Sam" Fraser (Fear Street), Deena Johnson, Kate Schmidt (Fear Street), Simon Kalivoda, Josh Johnson (Fear Street), Constance (Fear Street Part 3: 1666), Christine "Ziggy" Berman, Nick Goode (Fear Street), Alice (Fear Street Part 2: 1978), Sarah Fier (Fear Street), Hannah Miller (Fear Street), Solomon Goode (Fear Street) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, The Haunting of Bly Manor AU, Not Canon Compliant, Haunted Houses, Ghosts, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Canon Lesbian Relationship, First Meetings, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Au Pair Sam, Gardener Deena, Housekeeper Kate, Cook Simon, Josh and Constance as troubled kids, Ziggy and Nick in an unhealthy relationship, minor Cindy/Alice, Martin cameos, special appearances of all the Shadyside killers as ghosts, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, The Rest Is Confetti Summary:

The year is 1994. Samantha Fraser recently moved to Shadyside, and she desperately needs a job that will help her leave her troubled past behind. She starts working as au pair at Shadyside Manor, where she is not the only one tortured by ghosts. Grief, regrets, guilt, innocent victims, and an ancient curse. At the center of all of it... love.

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