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gratelove · 5 months

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You Didn’t Tell Me

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: 18+, sexual intercourse, oral, sweet Peter, rough, fluff

You’re Peter’s best friend and he has seemed distant recently. You try to confront him about it and it turns into an argument. You go to his house to make up, and find him coming home as Spider-Man. This leads to reader and Peter getting steamy.

“Hey Pete, I was thinking we could hang out after school? You could come over and we can maybe have a movie night?” You ask your best friend, Peter Parker. You are both walking through the crowded halls on the way to your next class.

“I can’t tonight.” Is all he says. He won’t make eye contact with you and as you watch him, he licks his lips nervously, running a hand through his soft, brown hair. You’re walking so close to each other that your shoulders bump every once in a while. You can smell a faint scent of cologne. The cologne he always wears that you love so much.

“Why not?” You stare at him, stopping in your tracks. You can feel yourself starting to get frustrated, but you try to keep your cool. Peter has been dodging you for the last few weeks. You used to hang out every day after school. Whether it was studying, watching movies, or just talking for hours. He’s the only person that you could genuinely talk to forever about nothing in particular. All you know is that you miss your best friend.

“Because I’m… Im busy. I promised May we’d go out to eat.” You both move out of the center of the busy hallways and you lean against a locker, raising your eyebrow at his statement.

“Really?” You know that’s a lie and now your blood starts to boil.

“Yes, really.” Peter says, still continuing to avoid eye contact.

“May texted me this morning. She asked me if we were hanging out tonight. She said she’s worried because she hasn’t seen me over there in weeks. Why are you lying to me Peter?” Your fingers tighten around the school books in your hand.

“Look, Y/N, I’m sorry. I just can’t tonight.” Peter turns his back to you and continues down the hall.

“Why won’t you tell me? We tell each other everything!” You catch up to him, walking fast, trying to keep up with him.

“I really can’t do this, Y/N. Please just leave it alone.”

“No! If I did something wrong, I’m sorry. If you don’t want to be my friend, just say so! Don’t just ignore me and pretend I don’t exist!” Peter turns in front of you, stopping all movement.

“I just don’t have time for you!” Peter yells. A couple people walking by stare as they go. You are filled with embarrassment as you see others eyes on you. “Im sorry, Y/N. I just can’t do this right n-“

“It’s fine.” Tears pool in your eyes and you take a deep breath. You push past him, hitting him with your shoulder. You wipe the tear falling down your cheek and head to your next class.

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You’ve had all day to think about the argument you had with Peter and decide that you should go talk to him. There is obviously something going on, and you’ve always told each other everything, so this must be serious. Instead of pushing him away, or getting mad at him, you should just be there for him as his friend. You decided that you are going to go straight to his house to talk to him and apologize for pressuring him to talk.

Once you arrive, you knock on the door and May answers. She smiles and give you a big hug.

“Hey sweetheart! I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” You smile and step inside, as May closes the front door.

“Hey May, is he here?” You ask, looking at the stairs that lead to Peter’s room.

“No, but you’re more than welcome to wait for him. Did you want anything to eat?”

“No, thank you. I’m just going to do some homework in his room.” You head up the wood stairs, a couple of them squeak as you go up. You get to his room to see clothes thrown on the floor and paper scattered on his desk. This is unusual for him. He usually keeps his room clean and tidy. You pull out your laptop and starting writing an essay for class. You do this for what feels like hours.

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Several hours later, you have finished your paper, and are just scrolling through your phone. It’s dark outside and you look at the time. It’s almost 11:00 at night.

Suddenly, you hear the bedroom window being pulled open. Your heart starts to race and grab the first thing your hand touches, which is a clock, and you prepare to throw it at an intruder. You soon realize the mystery person crawling through the window is Peter… in a Spider-Man suit? Is he?

“Peter?” He quickly turns around as you drop the clock to the floor in shock. Your eyes widen. “Your-your Spider… You’re Spider-Man?” He pushes a small spider emblem on the center of his chest and the skin tight suit starts to fall from his chiseled shoulders.

“No no no. I’m not. No I’m not.” Peter says frantically. He’s left in just a pair of boxers as he stands there with a horrified look on his face. Sure that your expression matches, you sit on the edge of his bed.

“How is that possible? How are you… I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” You shake your head and Peter walks over to you, sitting next to you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just wanted you to be safe. I was afraid if you knew, that you would be in danger. I was also told not to tell anyone. I’m really sorry, Y/N.” He puts a hand on your thigh and you feel tingles shoot through your body.

“I was so scared that you didn’t want to be my friend.” You put your hand over his and he smiles.

“I honestly couldn’t live without you. I was only willing to if it meant you were going to be safe. I’d do anything to make sure that happens. I wanted to tell you more than anything, but I was scared.” Your stomach flutters at his words as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You lean into his hand and smile. You have always had a small crush on Peter. One that you would never tell him about because you wouldn’t want to lose him or ruin your friendship. Right now, those feelings are stronger than ever. “You know, I honestly didn’t think I’d ever say this, but… oh god.” Peter pauses and takes a deep breath.

“Hey, you can tell me anything.”

“You say that, but you have no idea what I’m going to say. Y/N, I’ve loved you for the longest time.” You are taken back at Peter’s confession. You never once thought you’d hear those words. You never thought your feelings would ever be reciprocated.

“I- Peter-“

“I shouldn’t have said anything.” Pete puts his head in hide hands. “Spider-Man gives me a stupid sense of confidence.” He shakes his head and you giggle. You pull at his wrists so that the beautiful brunette boy is forced to look at you. His face is bright red in embarrassment. You grab both sides of his cheeks and kiss him. You feel his hands wrap around your waist and slightly squeeze. You pull away and look into his sweet brown eyes. A large smiles spreads across his face. “I’ve been thinking about doing that for too many years.” You both giggle and you feel his warm breath across your cheeks.

“Then do it again.” He stares at you for a moment, and then your lips are connected again. You tug lightly at his curls as he deepens the kiss. His hands run down your neck until they find them hem of your shirt. He lips trail down your cheek, then your jaw line, until they find the crook of your neck. His fingers play with the fabric, and you lift your back up slightly, giving him the cue to pull your shirt off. Peter stares at your chest. Your breasts pool slightly over your pink, floral bra from holding yourself up on your elbows.

“Do you want to?” He asks, continuing to stare at you in awe. His voice is shaky as he asks. You can tell he is nervous. You know he is a virgin.

“Do you want to? This’ll be your first time. Are you sure this is what you want?” You ask and watch his expression. He face turns red with embarrassment and you giggle. “It’s okay if you’re nervous. I just want to make sure that this is what you want.”

“It is what I want. I want you so badly, Y/N. I’ve wanted you for years.” You grab the back of Peter’s neck and connect your lips together. He moans into the kiss. You stop kissing and shove your hand against his chest.

“Roll over.” You smile and he follows your instructions. You are now straddling him. You go for his neck and start sucking at the skin, hopefully leaving bruises. Peter moans underneath you and you can feel yourself start to get wet. You run your fingers over his abs and slowly make your way down his abdomen with your mouth. Your lips connecting with his warm skin until you reach the top of his thin, black boxers. He’s bulging out of the thin fabric, and you run your hand over his hard cock. Your fingers play with the hem as you kiss his penis through the cloth. “Pull your boxers down.” Peter does as you instruct, and soon he is laid before you, naked. His length rests against his stomach. You take him in your hand, wrapping your mouth around his tip. You slowly swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip. You watch as Peter’s eye roll to the back of his head, and he throws his head back against the pillow, letting out a soft moan. He is large and you know you won’t be able to fit his whole cock in your mouth without choking. You let your saliva run down his member and use your hand to start jerking him off. While your hand is rubbing his length, you use your tongue to run circles around his tip.

“Oh fuck, Y/N.” Peter pants. His legs are tensing underneath you, and you feel precum leak onto your tongue. “Y/N, that feels amazing.” You pick up your pace, moving you hand faster, up and down his shaft. His moans start to get louder. “Oh, I’m going to cum.” Just as Peter says that you pull your mouth off of him, leaving him confused and so close to orgasm.

“Condom?” You ask and Peter frantically pulls open the bedside table drawer. He pulls out a small purple package and peels it open. You watch as he fumbles with the rubber in his fingers, eventually grabbing it from him. You line the opening up with his cock and slide it down, making sure to apply pressure. He gives you a small moan and a smile pulls at your lips. You unclamp your bra, exposing your breasts. You stand up and unbutton your jeans, pulling them down with your panties. Peter is staring at you. You climb on top of him, kissing him hard. “I’ve thought about you inside me so many times. I’ve fingered myself to the thought of you fucking me, Parker.” You grab both of his hands and put them on your breasts. You line him up with your entrance and slowly lower yourself onto him. His large member stretches you. Your rest your forehead on Peter’s, and you both let out a moan.

“You feel so tight, Y/N.” Peter groans. His hands find your hips and he squeezes them tight as he lifts you up and down. Your hands grab the headboard and you pick up your pace. You bounce up and down on his hard cock, both of you moaning in sync. Peter takes one of your breasts in his mouth and swirls his tongue around your nipple. Biting it slightly, you thrown your head back, moaning loudly.

“Fuck Peter, you cock feels so good.” In two seconds you are flipped onto your back, Peter now on top of you.

“Can I go harder?” Peter asks and you nod your head. His hands grip at your hips even tighter than before. Peter’s pace picks up compared to when you were on top. His cocks is pounding into you, and you put your hand over your mouth, muffling the screams that try to erupt so May doesn’t hear.

“Fuck, Peter! Oh my god!” You scream through your hand. You see sweat drip down his chest and flow between the shape of his abs. Pieces of brown curls stick and bounce off his glistening forehead. His brown eyes watch as yours are thrown back with the feeling of him pounding you into the mattress. “Im gonna cum.” You grab the back of his neck, wrapping your legs around him, and yank at his hair.

“Me too baby.” He moans and just as you both release you hear a crack and you both drop. You yelp and look around to see one of the bed’s legs snapped. Peter and you lock eyes and then burst into laughter.

“I’ve never been fucked like that before.” Peter chuckles.

“I’m still figuring out how to control my new strength.”

“I think you have it pretty under control.” He raises an eyebrow and kisses you softly.

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lustfulslxt · 5 months

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Okay could I request a Matt X Chris’s bsf! Reader. Like Chris knows his bestie has it BAD for his brother and he tries to set them up

Divulgence- Matt Sturniolo

warnings : idk, corny dad jokes that i legit died laughing over lmaoo

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“What did the blanket say as it fell off the bed?” Chris asks, hardly able to hold in his giggles. “Oh sheet!”

Matt and I simultaneously burst into laughter, dramatically falling into one another as we struggle to catch our breaths. Chris starts rolling on the floor, his screams sounding throughout the house as he flails his limbs.

“What do you call a man with a rubber toe?” Matt asks, a goofy grin spread over his lips. “Roberto.”

I can’t help but repeatedly hit the couch as my laughter starts up again, completely amused at their corny jokes. Chris is back up for just a second, grabbing onto Matt’s shoulders before falling back to the ground, his face bright red due to the amount of laughter constricting his breath. After a few more minutes of silly giggles, both boys look at me expectantly.

I pause, thinking for a second, before I start snickering to myself. “What happens when you slap Dwayne Johnson on the butt? You hit rock bottom.”

Once again, the three of us are doubling over, unable to contain the joyous sounds coming from our mouths. Tears streaming down our faces, all of us feeling hot with the excessive laughter.

“Wait! Wait!” Matt shouts, attempting to catch his breath before continuing, “Why should you never fight a dinosaur?”

Me and Chris share a look with smiles on our faces, anticipating the punchline.

“Because you’ll get jurasskicked!” Matt exclaims, his voice booming as he starts howling.

Chris and I lose it, our screams echoing around the living room. My body shakes with giggles pouring out of me, left and right. I fall onto Matt’s lap, my head landing on his thighs, slowly calming down. I haven’t laughed this hard in a while, my breath is still erratic. His hands find their way into my hair, brushing it out of my face and wiping the tears from my cheeks. I make eye contact with Chris, who smirks at me as my face flushes pink.

Matt’s left arms falls over my side, his right hand still running through my hair, sending shivers down my body. Chris watches us, his smirk growing wider before sending me a quick wink, causing my cheeks to burn brighter. I turn my head to look up at Matt and realize he’s already looking at me. After he notices he’s been caught staring at me, he awkwardly looks away, a faint blush fanning his face.

“Hey, Y/N. Follow me real quick, I’ve got something to show you.” Chris calls out, beckoning me to follow him as he walks off in the direction of his room.

I give Matt a smile, patting his leg, standing up from him and following Chris. Upon walking into his room, he shuts the door and turns to me with a devilish grin on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, a small smile on my lips as I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“When are you going to tell him?” He asks.

My smile fades, a frown taking its place. “Why are you so insistent on me telling him?”

“Because you’re completely head over heels for him.” Chris points out

“That’s beside the point.” I mutter, dismissively.

“Y/N, I love you. You’re my best friend, but be so fucking for real.” He stares at me, his face giving off that he’s fed up.

“What?!” I exclaim, falling back on his bed.

“If you don’t tell him, I will.” He crosses his arms.

I shoot back up, immediately glaring at him, “You wouldn’t!”

He gives me a look and makes a move for his door, prompting me to sprint over to him, jumping on his back.

“Christoper Owen, stop it right now!” I shout, attempting and failing to get him to stop.

He ignores me, walking out of his room and up the stairs, me still on his back. He rounds the corner, entering the kitchen and heading straight for the living room that Matt still resides in.

“Seriously, kid. Knock it the fuck off.” I groan, hitting his back, though it was no use as he’s intent on getting me to spill my feelings for his brother.

Hearing my voice, Matt turns his head and widens his eyes at us, not expecting to see me yanking back on Chris, despite my futile attempts to do literally anything. Chris shakes me off his back, effortlessly, then turns to Matt.

“Follow me real quick, I want to show you something.” Chris says to him, just as he did to me five minutes ago.

I roll my eyes, “Chris, I swear to God.”

He holds his hand out to me, silently telling me to shut up, before waving his hand to Matt, ushering him back in the direction of his room. Matt, obviously confused, obliges anyways and heads downstairs with Chris in suit.

I sit back on the couch, anxiety building in my stomach, my nerves shot. I can’t help the slight tremble in my hands and the bouncing of my foot as I think of the worst.

Chris is my best friend, we’ve been friends for four years, and I’ve probably been in love with Matt for half that time. I never planned on telling him, as I was sure my feelings weren’t reciprocated. I cherished Matt and I’s friendship, and I didn’t want to jeopardize the dynamic. Sure, I, so badly, wanted to be with him and it hurt knowing that everything between us would only ever be platonic, but I’d rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.

Matt has always been so great to me. He’s so kind and loving, incredibly thoughtful, and we just click. I couldn’t help but fall for him and his pretty face, and I feel like an idiot for it. I can’t wrap my head around why I would let myself fall for him when it’s not necessarily the best of circumstances.

I don’t think Chris would intentionally fuck things up between us, but me not knowing what was being said between the two made me feel sick to my stomach. I‘ve always been an anxious person, but especially at times like this. My nerves are racked, and I can’t help the pit of anxiety and anticipation brewing in my stomach.

Before I can continue to dwell on my thoughts, Matt rounds the corner and makes his way to the couch opposite of me. He doesn’t say a word and doesn’t even spare me a glance. With a frown, I look back to the direction he came from, waiting for Chris to emerge, but he doesn’t. It hits me very clearly, as I now realize that Chris divulged my secret with him.

I can’t help the downward turn of my lips, my frown becoming more prominent. I can practically see the new awkwardness and tension that will be riddled throughout our friendship, making things slowly fall apart. I let out a loud breath, closing my eyes, and sighing as I throw my head back against the back of the couch. It feels like there’s a new weight on my shoulder, and I have no idea how to release it.

Suddenly, the seat next to me dips and I can feel a warm presence beside me. I don’t have to open my eyes to know that it’s Matt, I know his cologne like it’s oxygen. I slowly turn my head towards his direction, then open my eyes, immediately coming face to face with him. He stares at me for a moment, and I can’t read his facial expression, so I get a little nervous.

“Um.” He begins, pausing for a moment, before continuing, “Would you, maybe, want to go out? Like on a date? With me? Like not right now, but sometime? Whenever. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. It doesn’t have to be weird or anything, we can forget this ever happened. Like it’s totally okay, honest. Please say something, so I don’t keep rambling like an idiot.”

I can’t help the soft giggles that left my mouth, amused by his stammering. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

His eyes widen and his mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape, “Like a date date?”

My smile grows, “Yes, Matt, a date date.”

“Wow. Nice.” He smiles back, letting out a breath. “I can’t lie, I was a bit worried you’d say no. Actually, a lot worried. Chris had to convince me to even say anything.”

“Is that what that was about?” I question, furrowing my eyebrows as I motion downstairs to Chris’ room.

He nods, “Yeah, he was basically telling me I need to stop being a pussy and just tell you how I feel.”

“Hmm. He led me to believe he was telling you about my feelings for you. I was straight up dying in here, like ready to throw up everything I’ve digested in the last 24 hours.” I admit.

He lets out a chuckle and scoots closer, placing his arm around me on the back of the couch. “So, how about you tell me about your feelings for me.”

A loud laugh escapes my mouth as I push his face away, him laughing in return as I say, “Maybe on this date you speak of.”

“Fair enough.” He shrugs, pulling me back into him.

He leans his head on my shoulder for a moment before turning it to look at me. When I turn my head in his direction, I notice our faces are only inches apart, causing me to slightly gasp. I can see his eyes flicker from mine to my lips and back, I knew what he wanted.

“Would you be upset if I asked to kiss you?” He whispers, his warm breath fanning my face.

My tongue runs over my lips, subconsciously wetting them as I shake my head from side to side, watching him watch my every move. He slowly inches closer, before his soft pink lips meet mine for the first time. It was a gentle kiss, only lasting a few seconds, before he pulled away to look at me. After taking in my reaction, he comes back in, pressing his mouth to mine. This one, being slower and longer, more passionate. After a minute, I pull back with a smile on my face as I took a deep breath.

“Give me like two minutes, and I’ll be right back.” I state, before taking off towards Chris’ room.

I quickly make my way down the stairs, and swiftly enter his room. Noticing he’s chilling on his bed, I run over to him and engulf him in a big hug. He’s surprised, but returns it nevertheless.

“You good?” He asks in a chuckle.

“Yes. I just wanna say you’re a great best friend and I love you so much. Thanks for keeping my secret, and I’m sorry I doubted you for a moment. And thanks for talking some sense into this kid.”

“Of course, I’d do anything for you.” He smiles, rubbing my back. “Now go back up there and spend some much deserved time with him. Love you, kid.”

With a giggle, I run back upstairs, leaving Chris to continue playing games on his phone. Once I make it in the kitchen, I stop for a moment and stare at Matt. He’s so pretty, I truly love everything about him. His eyes meet mine, a smile instantly pulling to his face. He nods his head at me, beckoning me to come join him once again. So I do.

“Hi.” I smile brightly at him, laying down on the sofa with my head in his lap, like earlier in the night.

“Hi.” He smiles back at me, running his hand through my hair as his other arm goes around me, pulling me closer into him.

“So, about that date.” I say, bringing my lips into my mouth to keep myself from cheesing embarrassingly hard.

The laugh he lets out ruins my attempt, as I can’t help but stare in awe at him. He’s truly everything, and I can’t be more happy that I get to indulge in that now.

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a/n : ugh here you go! sorry i feel like this request was forever ago. it is a bit rushed, but only bc i had it all damn near finished and it didn’t save, so i lost basically the whole thing. i’ll do better next time, enjoy. send in reqs! xx

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lovelettersforthedamned · 3 months

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https://www.tiktok.com/@iamsmexi/video/7253633823198498090

trying to convince frat!peter that you arent drunk when you very much are -🎀

Miss. Mind Reader

--genre: sfw, fluff!!!!

--pairing: frat!peter parker x f!reader

--word count: 0.8k

--warnings: mentions of alcohol, reader is drunk, mention of sexual activities (does not happen), reader is silly and drunk and wants to prove peter wrong (but fails).

oh frat!peter, how i've missed you...

--gif credits: @juliaroleplays

Your head was swirling, but not in the way that makes you want to throw up, not yet at least. The bass of the music bumps throughout your body, making you sway messily to the beat. With your drink in his hand, Peter carries a casual conversation with a few of his brothers. He’s not really listening, he nods carelessly as he pretends to listen. His real focus is on you. He knows that you’re able to take care of yourself in this state, that’s not what he’s thinking about. Peter’s mesmerized by the sight of you, dancing, carefree, and definitely drunk.

It’s the moment that you trip over your own feet when he decides to excuse himself from the group. A couple of ‘excuse me’s and some weaving around the crowd later, he finally makes his way right behind you. You are too distracted to notice Peter’s presence until you feel a hand slide around your waist, making you jump. “Hey! Why is your–,” your anger fizzles out as soon as you see whose hand is around you.

Peter lowers his head to your ear, speaking loud enough to make sure you heard him, “You ready to head out, bug?”

“Yeah, just give me a second,” you yell back, unaware of your volume, “I wanna get one more drink before we leave!”

“Yeah, no. You’re already plastered, babe. One more drink and you’re going to be face down on the front lawn in an hour, I guarantee it.”

Peter doesn’t even give you time to respond before he holds your hand and guides you out of the crowded room. He almost makes it out of the house before another one of his brothers calls out from the stairs, “Hey Pete! You coming back later?”

He pulls you into his side, keeping you stable as you’ve begun to rock back and forth, “I need to make sure she’s alright, so I’m going to stay the night. I’ll see you at class tomorrow.” Peter opens the door with a thumbs up from his brother on the stairs he leads you outside.

The cool night air hits you and causes a chill to run up your arms, making you nuzzle into Peter’s side. You’re still walking funny, but you’re trying to hide it to the best of your capabilities. You think you’re doing a good job, but as Peter looks down at you, he can’t help but laugh. “Are you feeling alright, bug?”

You clear your throat and fix your posture before you respond, “I’m fine Peter. Why do you ask?” You’ve stopped leaning into him, your posture is stuck straight as you toddle towards your apartment. “I’m not drunk if that’s what you’re asking,” your voice is almost robotic as you talk. If Peter wasn’t sure that you were drunk already, that last sentence really tied it all together.

You two slowly but surely make your way up the stairs of your building, Peter mostly behind you with a hand on your back to ensure you don’t fall backward. As soon as you reach your door, Peter sticks his hand in his pocket to grab your keys. Since the beginning of your relationship, Peter has always held your stuff for you, especially when you’re planning on drinking.

As Peter was about to put the key into the lock, you smack them out of his hand, “If I was drunk, would I be able to do that?”

Peter, standing there completely dumbfounded at what you just did, responds, “Do what?”

You’re in a fighting position, your hands curled into fists as you slur your words, “I was able to sense what your next move was. My mind knows exactly what is going to happen, baby. I’m psychic!”

“Mhm, okay miss. mind reader,” he bends down to pick up the keys off of the floor, “what’s going to happen when we walk through the door?”

You think for a second as Peter twists the key, waiting for your response to fully open the door. He looks at you with a smirk, awaiting your answer. You smirk as you finally find it, wrapping your arms around his torso, “So should I undress right now, or should you?”

“Yeah okay,” he kisses the crown of your head as he pushes open the door, “I was planning on going straight to bed, bug, but you’ll get me next time.”

And just like that, his response flies over your head as you’re smushed against his hold, his touch suddenly becoming extremely comfortable. As you stumble into your apartment, Peter knows that you’ve officially reached the point of intoxication to where you’re extremely sleepy.

The rest of the night is slow. You’re already tucked in bed with a pair of pajama pants and one of Peter’s shirts when he starts taking off your makeup, a glass of water, and Advil on the dresser next to you when you’re completely out. It’s nearly two in the morning when Peter slips into bed beside you. He’s not going to class tomorrow.

--author's note: FRAT!PETER IS SO BACK!!!! also, writing him comes so easy and i love him so much. another hit from 🎀 anon!!!! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support me and your fav writers! my asks/inbox is open for requests, or if you just wanna chat!! ok, ily bye<33333

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somekindofpoet · 1 year

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Skin Deep IV

Summary: Our favorite psychopaths are back with a plan to get the Sheriff off their tails

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: +18 NSFW, GF!Reader, GF!Tara, violence, smut.

A/N: I forgot how fun it is to write unhinged Tara. Enjoy you gremlins! Also, sorry if my proof reading sucks on this one, I have a date to get ready for tonight!

Part I Part II Part III Part V

Tara is in handcuffs. She’s snarling at the officer with his hands on her shoulders, spitting mad, and struggling with the intensity of a 200 pound linebacker. You can’t move. Your feet are too heavy, your tongue is glued to the roof of your mouth, and your arms are locked at your side.

Your heart begins to race. Your robe rustles in the wind, the mask over your face makes it hard to breathe. You squeeze the handle of the knife in your hand. They can’t see you. You’re standing in the middle of the road. You feel the ground beneath you cracking, opening up around you. You lock eyes with Tara. She can see you.

You shoot up in your bed, gasping for air, soaked in sweat. The sheets and your pillow are cold, damp. Your heart pounds in your chest as your shaking hands run over your face. This is the third night in a row you’ve had this dream.

You take a deep, unsteady breath and roll out of bed. You peel off your wet clothes and pull on a fresh tank top, and sweats. Your hands are beginning to slow their trembling as you tie your shoelaces. The clock on your nightstand reads 1:37 AM.

The house is so quiet it makes your ears ring, making tiptoeing through the hall and down the stairs monumentally difficult. When you slip out the front door, the night air is cool, damp from a rainstorm in the early hours. Your car rumbles to a start, and you freeze, eyeing the second-floor window where your parents are sleeping. The light doesn’t come on, so you put it in drive and let it roll down the driveway, waiting to hit the gas until you’ve slowly rolled down the street.

Tara’s bedroom light is on when you park on the street in front of her house. You sit in the car for a minute, wondering if she’s awake or if she fell asleep with the light on. Her driveway is empty, so you know she’s home alone. You climb out of the car and crane your neck up to look in her window again, and you can see her shadow cross behind the curtains. What she’s doing up is a mystery to you, but you’re glad she is. You want to seek comfort in her. She’s always so sure about everything, so confident in her decisions. It’s just the kind of influence you need after three straight nights of nightmares.

Her front door is unlocked. You let yourself in and turn the lock behind you. She may not worry about someone stumbling in, but you are constantly vigilant. You step out of your shoes and creep up the stairs, avoiding the one you know creaks. The carpet makes it easier than your house to sneak down the hall and peek into her cracked door.

Quiet music is playing from a record player in the corner. Tara is cross-legged on the bed, bobbing her head, a sketchbook in her lap, and a pile of colored pencils splayed out around her. Seeing her like this makes you feel better already. Right now, she’s not a serial killer, a psychopath, or a monster. She’s just Tara Carpenter.

You take stock of how the thought makes you feel. It’s like champagne in your veins, warm and cool at the same time, fizzing in your belly. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you might actually be in love with her.

The idea makes the champagne feeling explode, and you’re not sure you like it.

You push the door open and step into the room, waiting for her to jump or bare her teeth in surprise. Instead, she smiles down at her book, not looking up at you, and continues her drawing.

“Hello, y/n.”

You falter, frowning in defeat, “You heard me coming?”

She shrugs and finally looks up at you, pieces of her hair falling into her face.

“Bad dreams?”

“How did you-“

“I’ve been having them too. Well, I assume they’re similar dreams,” she pauses to scratch the tip of her nose with the back of the colored pencil, “come sit and tell me your woes.”

You trudge over and flop on your back next to her, sending the pencils bouncing around the blankets. She swats your leg with the one in her hand, the wood cracking across your thigh with a sting that makes you hiss.

“What’s that for?!” You whine, sitting up to rub your leg.

“If you lose one of my pencils, I will stab you with one,” she tells you, pointing the red pencil between your eyes.

You open your mouth to argue, but she narrows her eyes, and you think better of it, snapping your jaw shut. She smiles, nods once, and turns back to her book. You sigh, gather the pencils around you, and delicately set them between your knees before laying back on her pillow.

“I keep dreaming about you getting arrested.”

She tilts her head, turning one ear toward you. It’s her way of telling you she’s listening without actually facing you.

“I’m always standing in the street, watching it happen, and I can’t do anything about it. It’s like I’m a ghost that only you can see.”

She places her pencil in the spine of her notebook and closes it, setting it aside to turn toward you. Her hand rests over the exact spot she’d hit you, the warmth radiating from her seeping through your sweats.

“Hm. Do you feel relieved? In your dream?” She asks, her eyes soft.

You shake your head no, “I feel angry. Helpless.”

Her lips quirk up at the sides, she seems pleased with your answer. Her hand runs up your leg a few inches.

“I keep seeing us walk out my front door. There are spotlights on us and news crews. Everyone is screaming and wants our autographs. It’s disgusting.” Her face contorts, emphasizing the distaste she has for the idea.

You snort, the image so clear in your head it’s comical. It makes her smile down at you. She scoots up the bed and lays her head on your shoulder, her hand resting on your stomach.

“I would rather die than be in handcuffs, y/n. In fact, if we ever do get caught, I will make sure they kill me.”

“What about me?”

“They’ll kill you too. Or I will.”

You hum in thought, your fingers trailing down her arm. It’s not a terrible idea. A cyanide pill between the teeth of your lover. You find it all very romantic.

“You couldn’t kill me,” you murmur into her hair.

She stiffens, then rolls on top of you with another pencil in her hand. She sits up on your hips, leaving the sharpened edge pressing into the hollow of your throat. You grin like the Cheshire Cat, and she frowns down at you.

“Why are you smiling like that? You look like an idiot.”

“Well, I’ve got you where I want you don’t I?” You say, glancing down at her hips, your hands over her thighs.

Her glare pulls into an unwilling smile. She tries to fight it, but you can see every detail on her face; you have her memorized by now. She makes a show of grinding into you, gasping lightly, and dropping down to leave a soft kiss on your lips.

You’re sure you’re getting lucky until she rolls off of you and begins collecting her pencils. You jut your bottom lip out in a pout and sit up on your elbows, watching her gather her art supplies and leave them on her desk. She glances over and waves you off, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

“Don’t pout, I’m on my period.”

“So?”

She purses her lips and levels you with an impatient glare, “So, I’m tired and don’t feel like cleaning up a mess. Take your pants off, though, I hate it when you sleep in sweats.”

You huff but do as you’re told, stripping down to your boxers and pulling back her sheets. You’re already over it by the time she crawls into bed next to you, tucking herself into your chest. She falls asleep almost instantly, and before you realize it, your breathing evens out, and for a few blessed hours, your sleep is dreamless.

——

You wake to an empty bed. The pale pink pillow beside you is cold, the sheets pulled back. You roll onto your back, listening for signs of life.

A quiet, distant shuffling catches your attention and the smell of coffee. You close your eyes and stretch with a smile. She’s making you breakfast.

You forgo your sweats and pad down the hall in your underwear, eager to gulp down a mug of coffee and convince Tara to shower with you after. You freeze in your tracks at the top of the stairs when the doorbell rings. Curious, you wait, ears pricked as Tara answers the door.

When it opens, you hear the chatter of a radio, and you can feel the tension in Tara’s voice when she says, “Good morning, Sheriff. What brings you by?”

You can hear the smile plastered to her lips, can practically see her bubbly persona washing over the Sheriff. You decide to linger out of sight until you know why she’s there.

“Tara,” Sheriff Hicks replies, her voice is thick with grief. It has been since Wes was murdered. Since you killed him. “Are you home alone?”

“My girlfriend is upstairs,” Tara chirps, loud enough for you to hear clearly.

“Ah, that’s actually who I want to talk to you about. Do you have a moment?”

“Oh, actually Sheriff, I-“

You choose this moment to noisily make your way downstairs, stretching and yawning, interrupting their conversation. You scratch your head as you reach the landing and shoot the Sheriff a lopsided smile.

“Morning Sheriff,” you wrap your arms around Tara’s waist and rest your chin on the top of her head, “you want some coffee?”

She watches you wrap yourself around Tara with visible disdain. Though you’d never actually been in trouble with the law, there was an unspoken agreement you would be eventually. She and the previous Sheriff had always made it clear they were wary of you. It had never been a problem before, but now, with your guilt and your nightmares, seeing her at Tara’s doorstep fills you with dread.

She shakes her head and steps back out the door, pulling her notepad from her hip pocket.

“No coffee, thank you. But if you don’t mind, where were you the night Mikayla was killed?”

You frown, release Tara and step in front of her, “Ma’am, I already spoke to your deputies about this.”

She squints, nods, “I just want to double-check.”

You can feel Tara’s fingers on your wrist, lightly brushing your skin. She wants you to stay cool, not lose your temper. It works, to your shock.

“I was at a party. My friends can confirm that. Then I went home, where my parents saw me.”

Sheriff Hicks clicks her pen and nods slowly, eyeing her notes, “It’s difficult to corroborate your alibi, seeing as one of your friends was also killed.”

You clench your jaw, your irritation rising, “Don’t bother with tact, Sheriff. I just lost a close friend. No big deal.”

Tara slips herself under your arm, wraps her arm around your waist. Reminding you to breathe.

The way the Sheriff is staring at you feels like a Western standoff. She wants to pin you for this; it’s apparent. She gulps, blinks away tears that spring up in her eyes.

“I lost my son. So you’ll have to forgive me if I’m a little overzealous in finding the person responsible.”

Tara reaches her hand out to rest lightly on the Sheriff’s forearm, her eyes brimming with tears, “He was my friend, Judy. I want justice for him too.”

Sheriff Hicks swallows hard and softens. She sighs, drops her notepad back into her pocket with the pen. She squeezes the bridge of her nose and nods again.

“Thank you for your time. Please don’t hesitate to contact me with any information, okay?”

You both nod solemnly and watch her walk back to her patrol car. The simmering in your veins makes it hard to stay still, even with Tara under your arm.

She closes the door and pulls you into the kitchen, where you slump onto a stool at the island. A cup of coffee is slid under your nose, and a kiss is pressed to your cheek, and you feel lighter.

“We have to kill her,” you growl over your coffee mug, but it comes out like more of a whine.

Tara leans on the island and smirks, “We will, baby, just not yet.”

“Who’s next?”

“I believe it’s your turn to choose.”

“Chad.”

“No.”

You scoff, lean back on the stool, “You said it’s my turn!”

The smile she gives you feels like one reserved for a child, “First, no. Because he would break your neck. And two, I actually enjoy his company.”

You grit your teeth, “That’s why I want to kill him.”

She chuckles and leaves the island to finish cooking breakfast. Your eyes track her every move, the sway of her hips, how she stands on her tiptoes at the stove, the delicate flick of her wrist when she flips a pancake.

“If you killed everyone who flirted with me, you’d have an impossibly long list.” She says over her shoulder.

You shrug, pouting into your coffee mug, and mumble, “Sounds like a win in my book.”

“No, we need someone unrelated. Lead the Sheriff off our trail,” she turns and points at you with the spatula, “Actually, we should find someone to pin this all on. Send the police sniffing after them instead.”

You raise an eyebrow at her, your bad mood dissipating as quickly as it formed, “You’re diabolical, Tara Carpenter.”

She grins, “I have an idea, but I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

——

Tara is right; you hate her plan. For some reason, giving credit for your hard work to some stranger irritates you to no end. Obviously, you don’t want to rot in prison or see Tara die to avoid it. But finding some loser on Reddit to pass the blame (credit) over to feels like letting the lazy football star cheat off your test while you fail.

“This dude is a fucking dweeb Tara. He’s all talk.”

You’re standing behind her at the computer, looking at a photo of Tara’s sister and her boyfriend. She pulls up his Reddit profile and scrolls through his posts on the Stab thread.

“He doesn’t need to be a killer baby. He just needs to sound like one. And this guy is unhinged.”

“He’s an idiot.”

“He’s perfect.”

——

Holding the Bowie knife without the Ghostface robe and mask feels foreign. It feels heavier, more consequential. Knowing you’re going to sink the blade into your girlfriend makes it feel like a double-edged sword in your hands.

Tara’s bedroom feels too small, the air too thick. You drop the knife on her bed and shake your head.

“What if we just say they broke in and we got away? I don’t get why we have to do this,” you groan and sit on the edge of the bed.

Tara’s nostrils flare in irritation, the glint in her eye telling you she’s losing patience with you.

“I told you already, no one would believe we didn’t even get a scratch if Ghostface attacked us.”

She pushes your knees apart and rests her hands on your shoulders, her eyes steely and cold. Seeing her in this state, the cool calculated certainty on her face makes your stomach flip. It always reminds you of the night at Mikayla’s, dangerous and erotic.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you grumble, not meeting her eyes.

She wraps her fingers around your throat and squeezes, dipping her head down, “I can make you want to hurt me.”

You look up at her in defiance, your jaw clenched. She’s right, in a way. But stabbing her is not the kind of hurt you want to inflict on her. Her grip around your throat tightens, making your breath whistle through your nose. She smirks, and you decide stabbing her can wait.

You stand and scoop her up, her legs wrapping around your waist and her hands leaving your throat to loop around the back of your neck. You’re playing into her hand, you’re aware of it, but you don’t care. Plus, you have a surprise for her today.

You drop her on her bed and are satisfied at her surprise. She frowns up at you as you leave her, heading for the backpack you left in the kitchen. She follows you wordlessly, curious about your intent. You glance back and note the knife hanging loosely in her fingers. She leaves it on the counter when you unzip your bag and stands on her toes, trying to see what you’re doing.

You don’t miss the excitement that flashes through her when you pull the harness out, the dildo already strapped to it. You let it hang off your finger, dangle it in front of her.

Her eyebrow raises, a dangerous smirk on her lips, “And just what do you think you’re going to do with that?”

You tilt your head, “Don’t you want to find out?”

Her eyes grow dark, and she steps toward you. She takes the strap from you and sets it next to the knife, pulls you into her roughly. You smile down at her, appreciating the way her lips part as her tongue wets them. She pulls you down and kisses you, frantic and excited, her teeth nipping at your lip, her tongue quickly chasing them. From an outside perspective, it probably looks more like a fight than what it actually is.

Your clothes are gone in a hurry, dishes left on the counter clattering to the floor in your haste. When she shoves you shirtless into the living room, you knock over a lamp, and she drags you down onto the rug, the strap-on tossed at your side. Your pants and underwear are ripped from your legs, hers following after. Furniture and decor have become casualties in the midst of the power struggle, which suits your case. By the time you’re done here, it really will appear as if someone broke in. Especially if Tara keeps it up.

She thinks she’s in control when the harness is around your waist. You cinch it tight and allow her to take the lead.

“I want you right now. Hurry up,” she growls, her eyes wild.

You slow your fingers, hold her gaze. Her chest rises and falls quickly, her breathing erratic. When she tries to pull you in, you shake your head no, and hold out an arm to stop her. She seethes, her impatience rolling off her like heat waves.

“On your knees,” you tell her, your voice level and calm.

An internal struggle begins, her eyes searching your face for an answer to a question she’s unsure of. Does she trust you enough?

You wait, unmoving, until she complies. When she does, the pure satisfaction that envelops you is inebriating. You pull her back into your hips, and she gasps as the dildo presses into her leg.

“How are you going to explain rug burn, y/n,” she says, watching you over her shoulder, “Did I grovel and beg Ghostface not to kill me?”

You can’t help the fury that washes over you at the thought of her on her knees for someone else. You push the tip inside her, reveling in her barely contained groan. Slowly, you sink all the way into her, reach for her throat, and pull her up into your chest. You bite her shoulder, squeezing her throat.

“I’ll tell the Sheriff I fucked you on your knees, and that you begged me not to stop.”

With that, you release her throat and push her down to her elbows, your hands sliding down her back until they reach her hips and grip hard enough to leave bruises. You pull back and push into her, the uninhibited moans that leave her throat sending a chill down your spine. Every thrust of your hips sends her rocking forward, her elbows and knees reddening as the carpet rubs her skin raw.

She pushes up onto her hands after a few minutes, and you lean over to kiss the skin between her shoulder blades. You only half feel bad for the rug burn; the other half of you eats it up. The wet sound of skin on skin fills the room, mingling with her voice as she cries out your name. It’s gratifying, having her like this. Out of control and whining, pushing back into you, her hands shifting across the carpet. You don’t stop until she’s trembling, her arms shaking under her weight. You slow your hips, gently coax her down and pull out of her.

She shivers and tucks her leg to roll onto her back, pulling you down to meet her. Her hand slides between your bodies and lines the dildo back up, slipping it in as you drop your weight down on her. You kiss her slowly, building your rhythm back up slowly.

Her hands pull you down by your hips, and you smile into her mouth. She turns her head, encouraging you to dive into her neck, and you oblige her.

“You know how I feel about teasing,” she sighs, her lips brushing your ear.

The idea to string her along is there, but you know deep down hearing her cum is better than teasing her.

“You’re a brat,” you whisper in her ear and push yourself onto your hands to give yourself room to pick up your pace.

She grins at you, even has the gall to wink, “Fuck it out of me then.”

And you do. You fully realize it defeats the purpose of you give her what she wants, but who wouldn’t? You can’t deny her, and she knows it. So you fuck her until her body tremors, her eyes roll back, and her nails rake down your back. You kiss her chin when you pull out of her and admire the shiver that starts in her shoulders and ends in her toes. Sitting back between her legs, you unbuckle the harness and slide it off, tossing it to the side.

She sits up and crawls into your lap, straddling your thighs.

“Are you ready for the fun part?”

“Don’t pull a Billy and actually kill me,” you say, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She shakes her head, her eyes softening, “You were right. I couldn’t kill you.”

——

The police show up twenty minutes after Tara calls them, screaming and crying. Her sweater is coated in blood, most of it her own, some of it yours. Getting stabbed fucking sucked. Bleeding out wasn’t as bad.

You slip in and out of consciousness when the paramedics arrive, fussing over the wounds on your side. Tara refuses to leave you, leaning over you as they try to patch both of you up. You hear snippets of the frantic conversation with the Sheriff, who had done this, how big were they, what did they smell like. Tara asks her to call Sam and tell her to return to Woodsboro. The plan the two of you have orchestrated working out perfectly.

When you’re loaded into the back of the ambulance, Tara is at your side.

“Your parents are going to meet us at the hospital. You’re okay, we’re okay.”

Once again, you marvel at how amazing of an actress she is. You think maybe it’s her calling. You try to tell her, but your eyes are rolling shut, and the drugs they’re pumping into your veins are dragging you under. The last thing you see is her wicked smile and a wink as her lips press into your forehead.

#skin deep #tara carpenter x fem!reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader

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Video game || Peter Parker

Summary: Peter is your best friend, you go to his house after an argument with your parents. However he’s playing video games so you decided to sit in his lap. He realises your sad and turns off the game to comfort you.

Today just wasn’t the day, school was tough as it is and now your shouting back at your parents. You don’t really know what caused the fight between them, they always find ways to argue with each other. All you was trying to do is defuse the fight between them both.

Being the only child really sucks when they argue as you are always in the middle of it trying to calm them down. The most annoying thing is, is that after an argument the next day they acted like nothing happened. They would be cuddling on the sofa acting happy and not the toxic couple they was the night before. And this really made you mad.

Now your mum is shouting at you telling you not to get involved even though she’s the one that had called you down to interfere with it. You was just sitting in your bedroom catching up with your homework when she shouted, “Y/N COME DOWN!” That’s when you came running down the stairs.

You knew what was going to happen, in the end you would be the bad person to trying to find peace. You didn’t think arguments nor violence was the way to sort problems or issues.

“I don’t care y/n, you told me the other day you thought the same!” Your mum shouted trying to get you on her side when really you wasn’t on any. She lied, you never thought the same as her, you didn’t say anything. She just wanted you and her to gang up on your dad.

“Don’t try turn my daughter against me you bitch” Your dad shouted in your mums face as you stood between them, scared if anything happened. You were pleading them to stop, tears falling down your cheeks. That’s when your mum tried to slap your dad in the face but ended up hitting you. It has happened many times, this time it hurting really bad.

“ouch! I SAID STOP! LOOK IM THE ONE GETTING HURT NOW! JUST FUCKING SHUT UP!” You scream a sob, walking pass them to get your shoes on. You really had enough, your tired and just wanted sleep. Now you couldn’t.

“Where are you going? y/n i’m sorry” Your mum grabbed your arm trying to stop you from walking out the door.

You just shrugged her off, grabbing your keys and phone slamming the door behind you. Ignoring her shouts and calls for you to come back. It was dark outside and chilly. Queens wasn’t very safe to be travelling outside at this time of the night, however you didn’t really care. You just needed to see one person and one person only……Peter.

…………………………….

You arrived at his apartment fifteen minutes later, May letting you in straight away. You smiled at her before slowly walking into Peters room, his door being open a tiny bit. There sat your best friend of four years with his headset on and a controller in his hands. His fingers aggressively pressing the buttons.

You shut his door quietly the sound making his head turn to the door. He quickly took his head set off resting it on the back of his neck, the controller in his lap. “Oh hey love, I didn’t know you was coming” He said with a small smile.

“Yeah, c-can I stay over?” You asked sitting on the edge of the bed where his chair was leaning against.

“Yeah of course, everything okay? Wait Ned!” He asked.

“Everything’s good” You lie smiling.

“Okay well i’m gonna play one more game then we can do something” He said turning around to play again with ned.

One game turned into two games and two games turned into more. Not that you minded, but you did want to feel physical touch right now. You needed Peters arms around you to tell you everything will be okay. Instead he’s shouting on the headset to Ned.

“Get him! SHOOT HIM!” He shouted as an idea popped into your head. You didn’t want him to stop playing as that’s what he wanted to do…so you stood up, throwing your phone on his bed.

Walking over to him slowly, seeing his eyes stay on the screen. “What the f-Y/n what are you- No Ned!” You moved his arms so you can sit on his lap in the chair. Your legs either side of them through the arms of the chairs and your arms wrapping around the back of his neck. Your head was now snuggled into his neck, taking in his sent.

“You okay, love?” He wrapped his arms around you still holding his controller in his hands. You just nodded into his neck not wanting to speak. At first he didn’t really think much about it, until he felt wetness in the crook of his neck. That’s when he turned off his game, taking the head set off and placing it with his controller on the side.

Peter then slowly stood up holding the back of your thighs, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you. He pushed his chair back into the desk, walking over to his bed sitting down.

“Hey, hey sweetheart. What’s the matter?” He tries to lift your head up but you just keep forcing it back down. “Look at me y/n/n” He said, your head slowly lift eyes locking together. You wiped your eyes with your hands, looking at him with a fake smile.

“I’m fine, really.” You tell him again wanting to just stay in the position you was just in.

He rubbed both your arms feeling the goosebumps on your skin. “Your cold. Let me give you something to wear, i’ll get you a hoodie and bottoms” He smiles taking you off his lap.

Once you had gotten changed, Peter walked back into the room with some snacks for you both to eat. He dimmed the lights sitting next to you on his bed, wrapping his arm around you.

“M-My parents were arguing again, I tried to stop it. They got me involved and m-my mum went to hit my dad but she slapped me in the face instead a-as I was in between them. T-They never stop” You sob next to him as he pulls you closer to his body.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here y/n. Don’t worry. I’m so sorry that you have to go through that. Remember your always welcome to stay here” He told you and you always will be.

“I’m sorry I always come here when I have problems” You sniffle.

“Don’t apologise. I’m always gonna be here to comfort you….Now let’s watch StarWars” He smiles placing a kiss on your head.

You love Peter, he’s always there through stuff like this. Your just so lucky to have him in your life.

#fluff #peter parker #peter parker fluff #tom holland peter parker #mcu peter parker #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #videogames #imagines #ned #spiderman #aunt may #yn #oneshot #tom holland

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𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (3)

Billy the Kid x b!woc reader

Being the pastor's daughter meant you had to always be on your best behavior, never stepping off the right path, walking the straight & narrow path, and her eyes towards heaven. That was until a certain outlaw rode into your life, and taught you sometimes it okay to have a taste of hell with a little bit of heaven.

AN: readers last name is Bennett.

Word count: 1.1k

Here's the link to Part 1 & Part 2

(GIF above made by felixscatton

divider made by saradika

If the devil was Billy, you had to be Job, because he was putting you through hell and back. You finally had a day off from work and farm chores, and he just so happened to knock on the door, wanting a “study session”. “Honey, your friend is here!” Your mother called. You came downstairs, confused, “I’m not expecting company.” You said and then saw which “friend” was at the door: Billy. “Good afternoon Ms. Bennett.” He said, taking his hat off. “And a good afternoon to you as well, Billy. She’ll be out in a minute.” Your mother smiled.

You went to grab your shawl, but your brother Michael, draped it over his head. “Oh, Billy! Kiss me under the shining sun until my face is as blue as your eyes!” He teased, falling dramatically on your bed. “If you don’t shut up.” You shushed, grabbing at the shawl. “Let me ride away with you into the sunset! I love you so much!” He yelled, holding it over your head. John came in, and looked between the two of you, “Are you two done?” He asked, taking the shawl from Mike. “Our sister has a little crush, Johnny, she’s in love, can’t you see?” He said, spinning around him.

You then saw a glint of mischief in John’s eyes. “I hate you both.” You said as you took the shawl back and draped it around your shoulders. You walked down the stairs and gave your mother a kiss on the cheek before you walked out of the house. “Shall we, little Bennett?” He said, following you as you began to walk to the church. “Come on, Billy, I’d rather get this over with.” You said, looking behind you. He smiled, “Don’t mind me, I’m just admiring the view.” He said, looking at your bottom and then back to your eyes.

“You’re only looking at me.” You said, turning back to the church. “I know.” He replied. The rest of the walk was in complete silence until you got into the building. “Well, what did you want to touch on today?” You asked, opening the Bible before looking up at him. “Well since you asked-.” “I meant touching on the word, asshole.” You interrupted, knowing what he was going to say. “Did the pastor’s dove just curse, what would your father say?” Billy teased. “What would he say if he heard what you said,” You replied, “I think you’d have the worst of his rage, not me.” “Billy only chuckled with a grin on his face, “Well, you may be right.”

You chuckled in response, “I know I’m right.” He then sat beside you, “I actually know what I want to talk about for this session.” You looked up and held the page you were on down with your thumb. “Well then, what’s the subject?” You asked. “For today, lady Bennett, temptation.”

You could’ve killed him. You wanted to choke him, but given his attitude, he’d probably like it. His eyes were full of mischief and he had a grin to match it. “Didn’t know the word was even in your vocabulary.” You said in an annoyed tone. “There’s a lot of words in my mind, honey, especially for you.” Billy said, running his hand over your shoulder, making you shy away from him. “I have some for you too.” You responded. “Really?” he asked, his voice suddenly getting deeper as his hand skimmed over yours. “Yeah, the term asshole is in there somewhere.” You snapped, hitting the back of his hand with the Bible.

He only chuckled, letting his hand fall back, “You’re so fun to mess with, little Bennett.” He then looked deep into your eyes before speaking again. “I didn’t follow you here to learn about the Bible today.” He said, moving closer to you. “Then what did you come here for?” You asked, a nervous tone almost peeking through your voice. “You know, you act like you’re so innocent, but I see you, little dove.” Billy chuckled. “You could’ve had the lesson in your own home, but here you are, in the church, alone with me at last.”

You sat completely still, starting to recognize your actions. And you couldn’t deny your thoughts about him, pure and impure. He then took the Bible out of your hands and held it in his. Your heart was starting to beat faster, the feeling of his hands touching yours making your soul soar. “I don’t know if I’m overstepping your boundaries, but I have a feeling you this as much as I do.” He said, getting closer to you, leaning closer to you.

His hand then scaled up your arm and held your cheek in his hand. Billy’s thumb ran over your cheek a couple of times before his eyes drifted to your lips, and then to your necklace, the one holding your purity band. “I know you wanna be so pure, but even the saints had their sins, honey.” Billy whispered, his face inching closer to you. “Why deprive yourself of something you want and wants you in return?” He asked.

You couldn’t find an answer, the urge to argue now gone. His hand felt so warm against your cheek, putting you in his trance. The offer was in front of you, now all you had to do was take it. Billy was staying still, giving you a chance to turn him down, tell him off, curse him out, and leave. He was probably waiting on it from the look in his eyes. They were going in between your eyes and your face before locking in with your stare. In response, your eyes fell to his lips before looking into his eyes, your mind made up.

Your brothers got to do what they pleased, it was your turn.

One moment your shawl fell down your arms, the next your lips met Billy’s for a kiss. His hand brought your face to his and yours found the back of his head as your eyes closed. The rush of the moment along with the setting of the place made it more thrilling to you. Here you were, your father’s “perfect daughter” giving her first kiss to a criminal. His hand left your chin and found your waist, pulling you in closer by your hip. Your fingers began to run through his hair, making Billy let out a low groan in response.

One of his hands found the back of your neck as your lips moved against each others, and then grabbed onto your necklace. Billy pulled on it, forcing your head forward and a short gasp from your mouth. You finally pulled back for air, cracking your eyes open. You looked at his amused expression and a smile found its way upon your face, “Holy shit.” Billy let out a short laugh and threw his head back, “Well, temptation ain’t so bad after all, is it darling?” He asked, you shaking your head “no” in response.

He then tilted your head towards him and kissed your forehead. “You’re mine now, Bennett,” Billy whispered, “ ‘can’t wait to show ya what you’ve been missing.”

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samantha-rae-velcher · 10 months

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Oh my god I legit love ur writing 😭

I was wondering if you could do a mickey x female

She's hanging out with Mandy,and Terry ends up coming home,mistaking the reader for someone else and pistol whipping her,and after she's busy putting on makeup in her hoyfriends room (mickey) and he walks in,seeing her,and won't stop asking who it was until she tells him,and then the "he's fucking dead" and Also the "you ever touch my wife again (not actually wife,but he was hoping) ill fucking kill you"

"My Wife."

Mickey Milkovich x Fem reader

Requested by: @youngcreatorlady

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Y/n gets pistol whipped, Mickey being Mickey.

A/n: If you don't like the Warnings please don't read. Anyone who has something to say about Mickey being straight in this story will be blocked 😁

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"Hey, Mandy!? Girl! You home?" Y/n yelled as she trudged through the livingroom.

"Yeah! I'm just taking a piss, one sec!"

Y/n shrugged and began looking around, a grimace forming on her face when she realized what a filth pit it was.

"What a fuckin dump." She whispered.

Just as Mandy was coming out of the bathroom, the front door swung open. Terry, Mick's dad nearly knocking into her.

"What the fuck!?" He yelped, obviously startled.

Terry suddenly pulled out his pistol and smacked her twice in the head with it, causing Y/n to fall to the floor with her ears ringing.

"Dad! Stop! That's Y/n!"

Terry was about to swing again, but when he heard Mandy's words and dropped his gun to the floor. The man stepped back in shock, he covered his mouth as he saw blood run from Y/n's ear.

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Terry and Mandy had taken Y/n to the hospital, thankfully she wouldn't lose her hearing, the bruise was gonna be the worst part as well as the pain.

Y/n was in her room, standing in front of her mirror, attempting to cover the large bruise on the side of her face. A good portion of the bruise was covered by her hair, but it expanded partially onto her forehead and over her eye.

"Hey, Y/n!" Mickey's voice and clomping boots came from down stairs. "Y/n, baby. Where are you?"

She quickly started to stack her makeup palettes, and threw her bag in the drawer of her vanity. Mick's footsteps were right outside her door, Y/n locked eyes with herself in the mirror, the make-up didn't do shit to cover the bruise.

"Hey." He repeated as he entered her room, closing the door behind him. "I was gonna go down to the alibi, wanna-"

There was silence for a second, Y/n knew he had seen her face. His hand fell to her shoulder, gripping it gently as he turned her to him.

"What the fuck happened?" Mick's voice was stern. He gently grazed his thumb over her darkened skin, making her flinch.

"Who did this to you?"

Y/n didn't answer, she just dropped her gaze to the floor.

"Y/n, who?"

"Baby, it was an accident. He didn't mean to do it, Terry just-" She cupped her hand over her mouth, Y/n couldn't believe she just said his name.

"Terry? My father Terry?" He asked.

"Mick he-"

Mickey didn't let her finish, he was out her front door in a matter of seconds. He bolted down the street and busted into his place, grabbing Terry off the couch, slamming him into the wall and holding a gun up to his head.

"What the fuck did you do to her!?" Mick yelled.

"Calm down you son of a bitch! I didn't do shit-"

Mick's gun came down and smacked him in the side of the head, right where he hit Y/n.

"Is that what you did to her!? Huh!?"

"Mickey! What the fuck!?" Mandy yelled, plowing into the livingroom.

"Listen here you old fuck." Mick was right up in Terry's ear. "You ever touch My Wife again, I'll fuckin kill you."

With that he smacked him one more time and left the house.

Y/n stood in her kitchen, arms crossed and heart racing. "Did he kill terry?" She wondered.

The door was thrown open and Mickey came thundering over to her, Y/n was surprised when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Did you ki-"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah...I'm alright."

THE END ❤️

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #requested #mickey milkovich x fem reader #mickey milkovich x reader #mickey milkovich x ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #mickey milkovich x y/n #mickey milkovich x you

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danikamariewrites · 10 months

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Hi! I would love sone nestaxf!reader where the reader gets injured or something and nesta goes out of her mind🥹 Love some angst and fluff 💅🏻

Injured

Nesta x f!Reader

A/n: hi anon! Thank you for requesting I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy it❤️

Warnings: Angst, mentions of injuries, and angry Nesta

Nesta had been out all day with the Valkyries training in the woods. It was good for them, they were able to hone their senses and adapt to an unpredictable environment rather than sticking to the training room at the House of Wind. Nesta had closed her mental shields so she was able to fully focus, so when returning to Velaris that afternoon she felt her sister tapping repeatedly on her mind.

“What,” She snaps at Feyre. “Finally, I've been trying to get to you all day!” Nesta rolls her eyes hoping Feyre can sense her annoyance. “I’ve been busy, what’s wrong?” Feyre takes a deep breath, not ready for her sister's wrath. “Y/n was training with me, Az, and Cass this morning. She’s ok,” Feyre added hurriedly, “but there was a little accident when she and Cass were sparring.”

Nesta stopped in the middle of the street going completely still, shutting Feyre out. Minutes later Nesta stormed up the stairs leading to Rhysands office, kicking the door open. Cassian was sitting on the couch against the wall, his leg bouncing up and down giving away his nervousness. Feyre was sitting with him rubbing his back. Rhys and Azriel standing, ready to restrain Nesta just in case.

Nesta pushed past the two to stand in front of Cassian, hands curling into fists to keep from smacking the shit out of Cassian for putting you in harm. “Before I go and speak to her, you have one chance to tell me what happened.”

Cassian let out a quick nervous breath, “We were sparring and she went one way and I went the other, then I misstepped and I tripped her by accident. She fell and her face hit the floor and she hurt her wrist.” Nestas eyes went wide as he finished. Anger flashed in her face, “Nes I’m so sorry I never meant to hurt her, ever.” She turns away from him and stomps out to go find you.

She heads straight to your shared bedroom, hoping you’d be resting after being injured. She opens the door letting out a sigh of relief as she sees you in bed reading. You look at her and smile, “Nes, you’re back! How was training?” She clocked the scrape and bruise that adorned your cheek. How could Feyre make it seem like this was nothing? It was huge!

She rushed over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed noticing the wrap around your wrist as well. She gently cradles your wrist in her calloused hands. “Nesta look at me,” slowly she meets your eyes. Her cold demeanor falters and you give her a sad look. “I’m ok love. Madja came and checked me and said I’m ok.” She runs her fingers gently over your cheek.

“I'm so, so sorry that I didn’t come home sooner.” Nesta looks at you like her whole world is about to fall apart. Afraid you’ll leave her because she feels guilty she wasn’t there to protect you. “It’s ok, besides you're here now.” She finally smiles at you. Your optimism is something she has always admired about you.

Nesta kisses you softly, “Is there anything I can get you? Are you comfortable?” You lean into your girlfriend, wrapping your arms around her waist. “Will you stay in bed with me?” Nesta strokes your hair gently so as not to cause you any more pain. “Of course I will my love.”

#acotar fanfiction #acotar #acotar reader fic #acosf #acotar reader imagine #Nesta #nesta archeron #Nesta x reader #Nesta x you #nesta fluff #Nesta angst

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hrts4eddieee · 1 year

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Party favours / Eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: you and your best friend Eddie attend a party and things happen as feelings run high.

warnings: friends to lovers , smut! Slight degradation , oral (male receiving) confession , penetration (p in v )

Word count: 2,398

Friday night

“Please Eddie it will be fun” you say as you fix your eyeliner in eddie’s bathroom “no y/n I don’t want to go to a party especially since it’s Jason carvers” you hear eddie say from the bathroom door , you turn to face him seeing him leaning against the door Frame arms folded infront of his chest , his hair falling perfectly

Damn he looks good

You roll your eyes pushing away your thoughts of your best friend and walk up to him “please it’s the end of year party we have to go please for me” you beg he lets out an annoyed but soft huff “you know I can’t say no to you , give me 5 minutes and we will go” he says annoyed you pull him into a hug “yay thank you Eddie your the best” you whisper into his ear , Eddie swears his heart skips a beat…or two, you pull away with a huge smile on your face making Eddie’s heart melt he smiles back and heads down the trailer to get ready.

I am seriously going to a fucking party right now , I hate partys but as soon as I saw y/n begging me she was practically on her knees for me , with her pretty short black tight dress and her dark smudged makeup that makes her look so metal , I knew I couldn’t say no so here I am driving me and y/n to Jason’s mansion

“Jesus it’s huge” I say looking at Jason’s house as we are getting out a of the van I hear y/n chuckle as she stands next to me “yep…but I like small run down trailers better” she says hitting my back gently I smile at her, she has always excepted me , even though I’m the freak and not the richest person like these stuck up pricks , she doesn’t care and i love that about her, I feel her grab my hand pulling me out of my silent love confession “lets party” she says raising her eyebrows pulling me to the front door , I can hear the shitty pop music playing loudly , people in every space of the house and leading up the stairs

god this was a bad idea

“hay eddie I’m gonna go find my friend but I’ll be straight back I promise” y/n yells into my ear I hardly hear her over the music but I nod “I’ll get us drinks” i yell back as she wonders off she gives me two big thumbs up before disappearing into the crowd , I push past people trying to get to the drink table , looking around I see people practically fucking on tables and walls , I roll my eyes but grab two red cups and go to fill one with beer until I feel a hand on my shoulder I flinch and turn around

Jason

“Hay freak I don’t think you were invited, what are you doing here” he spits in my face I roll my eyes Pushing the cup I had just filled out to him it hits his chest “lighten up Jason , don’t get your kickers in a twist over little ol’ me” I say he growls and slaps the cup out of my hand it spilling on the floor “who invited you” he said moving closer his voice getting rougher “I’m here with y/n you know y/n she’s kinda short got long hair , black dress on” I say sarcastically he laughs and pushes me back “well since it’s y/n I best lay off” flashback to junior year when y/n beat Jasons ass after she heard him picking on some kid , “but I don’t wanna see your face for the rest of the night freak” he says before walking off leaving me having to refill my cup.

You push past people trying to find eddie again but it’s no use Your just going around in circles and you can’t find him, You have alredy had 3 cups of alcohol with your friends and it’s definitely going to your head , You start to panic not being able to find him, You stand still trying to slow down your breathing and stop the room from spinning , it half works , You turn around and there he is sitting on a couch his legs spread beer in one hand as the other pulls at the rips in his jeans his head is down long hair moving as he bops his head to the song playing loudly, You sigh in relief and make your way over to him still pushing though crowds of people , you gently tap his knee causing him to jump “woah sorry it’s just me” You reassure him “oh hay I thought you left me here” eddie slurs out with a chuckle “sorry I ran into Chrissy and you know how she likes to talk” You say slumping down on the couch next to him “ah that’s a’right sweetheart” he says watching you , you look down at your feet “what is going on In that pretty little head y/n” he asks gently leaning down to try meet your eyes , you sigh and lean your head on his shoulder

I wanna kiss you

“What” You hear eddie say you look up confused Eddie’s eyes are wide and his cheeks are flushed “shit did I say that out loud” you ask and eddie nods slowly “fuck it must be the alcohol getting to me” you joke embarrassed as You bury your head into your hands in complete embarrassment , eddie sighs and pulls you into his lap making my squeal with a giggle “you sure it’s just the alcohol” he asks you , your eyes subconsciously flicker from his big brown eyes to his pink lips “no….no it’s not I really do want to kiss you” You say just above a whisper as You pull him into your lips his hands immediately flying to your hips your own draping around his neck grabbing his hair making him groan into kiss…you could kiss him forever if he let you , you never want to stop but you also need air, you pull away “shit” he whispers with a chuckle you smile while biting your bottom lip “your so pretty y/n” Eddie whispers your eyes widen you nearly don’t hear him over the loud pop music “what” you ask confused…

does he really think I’m pretty

“Goddamn it your beautiful y/n” he repeats looking into your eyes you feel your cheeks heating up , you lean harder into his lap he lets out a broken sigh “do you wanna see if there is a free room around here” you ask him nervously he pulls you away from him and sits you next to him on the couch

Oh shit

You look away in embarrassment “shit I’m sorry I don’t know why I said that” you quickly let out you feel Eddie’s ringed callused hands on your face “y/n look at me” he says you slowly turn your head and lift your eyes to look his big brown ones he smiles at you “i would love that…more then anything actually but we don’t have to, don’t feel like you owe it to me it’s ok” he says softly you can tell he means it he’d never lie to you, you lean into his hand on your cheek “Eddie I want to” you mutter against his palm “are you sure” he asks stoking your cheek you giggle standing up off the couch and pull his hand pulling him up to stand with you “we should go to the van” you whisper “i doubt there’s gonna be a free room” you joke he laughs “yeah your probably right” he says and you smile pulling him along with you though the crowds of people and pushing the font door opening , you stumble down the front steps a little Eddie catches you in his arms “woah there y/n no need to fall for me” he says with a chuckle you laugh into his chest “oh Jesus Christ nearly just broke my fucking face” you say though laughs eddie shakes his head with a smile “you ok” he asks you look up at him “yeah yeah but I really just want you right now eddie” you say starting to feel your wetness in your underwear

Holy shit she is like a fucking goddess I could just die

Eddie thinks as he leads you to his car “just down here” he says you look at him “I’ll race ya come on” you say starting to run to his van in the distance “oh come here ya little rascal” Eddie yells staring to run behind you, you giggle loudly as he makes his way closer to you , grabbing your waist and slamming you against the door of his van “beat ya” he whispers as you both pant heavily , you shake you head and slam your mouth onto Eddie’s , you both groan into it , kissing you is the best feeling he has ever felt he swears it

“Come to the back yeah” you say Eddie nods “definitely yes fuck yes” he says pulling the door open “after you ma’lady” eddie says extending an arm out for you to climb in “thank you” you say climbing in Eddie following behind , you push away beer cans and other random shit you see a porn magazine picking it and raising your eyebrows “really Eddie” you say with a giggle Eddie pushes it out of your hand “what it’s not my fault there’s one in there that looks like you” edddie says with a smirk you blush pulling him by the shirt to your lips again moaning against his , you pull Eddie away from you and lay him on the floor straddling him “god eddie” you say as you feel his hard on against your clothed crotch you lean down kissing from his forehead to his neck he groans “shit” he mutters under his breath as you find his sweet spot “can I take this off” you ask Eddie pulling at the hem of his shirt he nods “yes please” he says you smirk and lift his shirt off you stare at his chest before leaving a trail of kisses down his slight belly getting closer to his waistband you fiddle with his belt but eddie pulls your head up to look at him “hay hay y/n you don’t have to do that” he says you shake your head now fully undoing his belt “I want to Eddie is that ok” you ask he smiles “fuck y/n your going to kill me”

you smile before pulling his jeans down his legs he tries to kick them off but they get stuck you both laugh , you finally get Eddie’s jeans off before you slide back up and giving his lips a quick kiss before kissing his dick though his boxers he lets out a broken whimper you chuckle against him and pull his boxers down his length springing free his red tip slapping his stomach your eyes widen Eddie sees this and chuckles “you ok there sweetheart” he teases you roll your eyes “it’s bigger then i thought” you say leaving a couple of kitten kisses on his tip “you’ve imagined this?” Eddie asks, you roll your eyes “shut up asshole” you say with a chuckle against his shaft Eddie’s hips twitches up into you and he lets out a broken whine “Jesus y/n don’t fucking do that” he says looking down at you, you smile and immediately taking him down your throat not wanting to waste anytime eddie moans loudly above you at the sensation of you gagging around his cock his moans turn into a teasing like chuckle “somebody’s egure , you like having your throat full of my cock” he says grabbing you hair and shoving you down until your gagging again “yeah you like it like that y/n look at me look at me with those beautiful eyes baby” eddie says tapping your cheek with his fingertips you look up at eddie “oh there you go look at you nice and pretty aren’t you” he says running his fingers over your scalp gently you nod around his cock he feels like he is in heaven but…there’s only one place he wants to cum tonight “fuck y/n-y/n I stop y/n stop stop” eddie says rushed you immediately pull off of him and look at him in worry “shit did I do somthing wrong” you ask urgently, thinking you have done something eddie smiles at you lifting his pointer under your chin and thumb on it rubbing the spit that has dripped down wiping it off your chin , “ no no baby you didn’t do anything wrong at all your fucking amazing , I just i don’t want to cum in your mouth and if you- if you keep doing that i won’t last long y/n” he says with a chuckle , you giggle with a shrug “so was it ok?” You ask insecure since it was your first time he nods “fucking amzing y/n you are you are just somthing else aren’t you , kiss me yeah” he says and you immediately lean down to kiss him

, the kiss is urgent and fast both feeling the need for each other growing incredibly fast Eddie’s hands drag down your body “shit your a tease aren’t ya y/n wearing this tight dress in front of me” Eddie sighs against your lips “you should take it off then” you whisper back his eyes widen “are you sure baby” he asks you nod “I want this eddie I want you please” that’s all he needs before he is grabbing the end of your dress and pulling it up your stomach and over your head throwing it into the front seat of the van he looks to you in your lacy pink bra and matching panties “shitttt” he drags out his hands flying to your tits “look at these pretty tits y/n goddamn” he says neading them in his hands , you let out a chocked moan as he rubs his hands over your harden nipples “ozzy you are stunning aren’t you sweetheart”

I never finished this sooooo use your imagination cause I’m lazy 😚 have a great day/night xx

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie my beloved #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington #stranger things imagine #celebrities #fiction #joe keery #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut

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peapodslvr · 11 months

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WITH YOU // RAFE CAMERON \\

WARNING: intentional lowercase, smut, jealousy.

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there was a party hosted at the cameron’s house, and i was super bored.

“hey.” topper comes up to me, throwing an arm around me.

“hey top.” i give a small smile and continue looking at the people dancing. rafe and i had gotten into an argument and so we weren’t talking at the moment.

“is everything alright?” he asks, looking sincere.

“yeah, yeah.” i look down. “look, i’m by your side. if you need anyone to talk to, i’m right here.” he brings me closer and i take a breath.

“thanks.” i lean my head into the crook of his neck.

“anytime.” he looks down at me and smiles.

i look up at him, he made me feel heard. i guess the eye contact meant something to him.

i look back down and he immediately takes my chin and lifts my face up, kissing me.

a couple seconds later our lips disconnected. realization finally hit me. “we can’t do this.” i step away. “what, why?” topper steps closer.

“i’m with rafe. topper, i’m sorry.” i look away and my eyes meet with rafe, who’s just standing there with his jaw dropped and watery eyes.

“rafe..” i gasp, my heart dropping.

“fuck this.” he walks towards topper and pushes him. “how could you?!? i thought you were my best friend.” he punches topper, making him fall straight to the ground.

“rafe, no!” i scream pulling him away.

“and you.. i did everything for you, i loved you” his voice quieting, and cracking. rafe was hurt, and i was the reason. guilt washed over me.

“rafe.. please, can we talk privately.” i beg.

“no use. i’m done.” the tears in his eyes were more visible and he walks away.

everyone was staring.

“sorry top.” i help him up. “i’m the one who kissed you.” he holds his nose that was bleeding.

“i’ll be back.” i tell him, and start running after rafe.

i walk up the stairs and stand in front of rafe’s door. i take a deep breath before opening the door.

“rafe, i’m sorry.” i see him laying down on his bed staring at the ceiling.

“i don’t want to speak to you.” he bluntly says.

“well deal with it cause i’m gonna speak to you, you don’t have to say shit.” i lay down next to him.

“look, i didn’t know he was gonna kiss me.” i tell him.

“well you kissed him back, it’s not like you immediately pulled away.” rafe scoffs.

“it took me a second to even realize what was going on.” i argue and sit up.

“you know i saw the entire thing, you two looked like a fucking couple before you even kissed.” he rolls his eyes.

“well you were pissed at me for a stupid reason, topper actually cared about it.” i raise my voice.

“oh sure! topper ‘actually cared’ he just wanted to get in your pants.” he raises his voice and sits up.

“are you jealous rafe? i was telling topper that me and him aren’t gonna be a thing.” i stand up.

“of course i’m gonna be jealous when my girl is kissing my best friend! you’re mine not his.” he comes close to me, our faces inches apart.

our breathing both got heavy as we both stared angrily into each other’s eyes.

“i’m yours?” i step closer and roll my eyes, “you don’t own me rafe.” i sass.

“well i’m yours,” he tells me, “and you’re mine.” he huffs.

he puts a hand on my waist and i gasp.

all he did was love me and i betrayed him.

“rafe..” i calm down and look into his eyes. “i fucked up. i’m sorry, i love you.” i apologize.

“yeah?” he asks for reassurance, the tears slowly filling his eyes again.

“yes. it’s you i want, it’s you i’m with.” i place a hand on his chest.

i wipe the tears staring to fall down his cheeks and he leans his head down.

i connect our foreheads and he confesses.

“i love you too” and pulls me closer.

he kisses me and i don’t hesitate to kiss back.

our lips were in sync and i felt pure happiness that he had forgiven me.

i put my hand on his face pulling him closer, we pull apart and look at each other. i smile at him and he smiles back immediately pulling me in for another kiss.

his hands travel down to my ass and he lightly squeezes it. i giggle and he takes my legs, picks me up and brings me to the wall.

he keeps me up with one arm and unbuckles his pants with the other.

watching him do so gave me complete lust.

he slowly starts to take my shorts and underwear off.

“rafe hurry.” i tell him and he laughs, and takes them off.

“anything for you babe.” his voice, raspy.

he pulls out and enters me.

i moan as he starts to come in and out of me.

my arms around his neck, my hands lead to his hair and i pull on it as he pounds into me.

it was sensational, make up sex was rare but oh so worth it.

he groans and starts putting his hard dick in more and more.

my head falls back as i scream his name.

he then picks me up again and brings me to the bed, he takes his shirt off, and i do the same, kicks his pants off and crawls on top of me.

he keeps himself up with one arm right next to my head. his muscles were flexing and his hands were veiny and seductive all by itself.

he sticks one finger into me and swirls it around, he brings his head into the crook of my neck and i felt his breath tickling my neck.

“oh baby, you’re so wet.” he tells me.

“and it’s all your fault.” i whisper.

my legs were bended and spreaded and his leg was right in between it.

he brings another finger into me and starts going deeper, hitting my core.

my back arches and my hands fall down his muscular back, making marks with my nails.

he starts kissing around my neck looking for my soft spot. he finds it and starts sucking, creating a hickey.

he keeps fingering more, until i cum.

the moans escaping my lips.

rafe then takes his fingers out of me and puts my liquid’s in his mouth.

“you taste so good.” he starts giving me sloppy kisses.

i then quickly move him and now i’m above him and he’s under me.

i head down to the lower part of his body, tracing his v line with my fingers and kissing around it.

“fuck, stop teasing me.” rafe groans.

i look up at him and we now are making eye contact as i kiss his tip.

he leans his head back and i give a small giggle.

i cup my hands around his large figure and start rubbing. he chokes out, “oh fuck.” and so i ask him, “do you like that?” i rub more. “yeah.” his breathing quickens and i place him around my mouth.

i start slowly bobbing my head and he pushes my head down more, his cock in the back of my throat.

i didn’t have a gag reflex and that turned him on more.

he keeps his hand on the back of my head and so i up the pace.

he hummed in pure pleasure til i quickened the pace even more, shocking him to the point where he could barley breath.

he rolls his eyes to the back of his head and takes his hand off my head. he puts both arms behind his head and moans.

he cums and i lick around, cleaning him up.

“how ‘bout that?” i smirk and wipe his cum off my mouth then take my hair out of my face.

he leaves a pleased expression on his face and i lie down next to him.

we cuddle for a few minutes before getting ready and heading back to the party.

when we step out we see sarah standing outside of rafe’s room with a disturbed look on her face.

“how long were you outside my room..?” he asks her.

“longer than i wanted.” she responds, “rose and dad wanted to speak to you, and they sent me to get you.” she slowly tip toes backwards and rafe and i exchange a look.

#rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #obx fic #outer banks #drew starkey #drew starkey fic #smut #jj maybank #pope heyward #topper thornton #john b routledge #sarah cameron #kiara carrera #cleo obx

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kmgkmg · 9 months

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BACK TO US - 09. SUDDEN COLD SHOULDER

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Joshua stares at your last text for a while, unable to understand your defensive reaction to his words. It was the truth, you chose love over friendship. After looking at your text for a couple minutes, he concludes that you were done with the conversation. But your response thoroughly threw him for a loop. Even after trying to fall asleep for nearly half an hour, with several tosses and turns, Joshua’s wide awake. He threw on his hoodie and slid into his sneakers before leaving his cabin.

Your cabin was only two minutes, if that, away from his. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest at any moment. Not to mention, his ears were burning up from the nervousness towards the approaching confrontation with you. Regardless, they say it’s best to rip off a bandage all at once rather than slowly. Joshua was ready to pull off a nearly decades old bandage tonight. He brings his balled fist to the cabin’s door and knocks on it, waiting for your response.

Although it’s nearly pitch black out, you’re able to discern Joshua’s face due to the moonlight. You stand in the doorway, making it clear to him that you had no plans to invite him in.

You break the silence first, “So, I abandoned you? How do you figure that?”

Joshua furrows his eyebrows in disbelief, “Jeonghan.”

“My ex? What about him?” You’re taken aback from the mention of someone that hasn’t crossed your mind in years.

“He visited my house as your messenger like a week before graduation. Basically, he went off about how you only hung out with me because you thought I was pitiful and that I wouldn’t have anyone else. But since Jeonghan and you were going away to the same university, you wanted a fresh start with him. You decided that your fresh start didn’t include me. So, I listened to him and stayed out of your life.”

“I never would have said that. And I sure as hell didn’t send him to deliver the news to you. You thought listening to Jeonghan versus coming to me was the best move to make?” You run your hands through your hair out of frustration, “God, Joshua. I dated Jeonghan for a couple months, but he was never anything serious to me!” You end with a raised voice.

“Sorry for failing to think straight when I was in love with you!” He shouts back, oblivious to the words he spurted out.

Your face softens as you doubt your ears, “What?”

His eyes widened in realization, “I thought it was obvious back then, but I guess not. I loved you, Y/N.” With a much quieter tone he confesses more, “The distance was probably good for me, but being back for the summer is driving me crazy. I can’t stop thinking about you, especially when we’re around each other so much.”

Taking a deep breath, you took in each of his words as they hit you like a truck.

“I need time,” Rubbing your temples you continue, “time to process what you said. But I swear, I never wanted to lose you.”

He nods in understanding, “I get that. And I’m sorry that I never came to you, I was just too naive to say anything back then.”

You shake your hand to refuse his apology, “No, I know. Your cautiousness around others was always something I envied.”

“Well, please don’t overthink it.” He replies, smiling slightly as he walks down the stairs of your cabin.

“Yeah…” You reply, more as a whisper to yourself.

With Joshua gone, you close the wooden door before going back to your bed and sitting in silence. Head in hands, your stress increased by the second, beyond confused at something that could’ve been resolved so easily. You’re so engrossed in your own thoughts that Soonyoung and Chan’s presence in your cabin goes completely undetected. Chan’s slight tap on your shoulder accompanied by him calling your name finally brings you back to reality.

“We have leftovers, Y/N.” He holds up a few containers full of food.

You mindlessly grab the food and place them next to you on the bed, your body going in autopilot mode. “Thanks guys, I’ll eat these tomorrow for breakfast.”

Soonyoung takes the food off the bed, “These will go bad if they’re not refrigerated. Me and Chan will go to the kitchen and put them in the fridge, okay?”

“Okay.” You mutter, still incapable of focusing.

Chan and Soonyoung both leave your cabin, confused at your behavior but leaving it as tiredness.

a/n: definitely unintentional, but i've somehow included 9/13 members thus far! although jeonghan being reader's ex was planned out long before other members' inclusions...the title of this part will make more sense when the next part is posted 🚶

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stilesstilinskiwifey · 1 year

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Falling in love with Derek Hale

(This takes place in season 1 the day after Scott and Stiles were in the woods)

Derek Hale x FEM! Stilinski reader

Summary: You’re Stiles sister which he is protective of. When he and Scott drag you in the woods to look for scotts inhaler you meet a beautiful green-eyed man who takes an interest in you

Warnings: None

(BTW!!! I will not be using Y/n! Her name will be layla!)

Third POV:

Layla was getting ready for her first day back at school after summer vacation.

As she put her shoes on, she heard stiles groan while going to the bathroom to get ready.

She rolled her eyes as he cursed to himself about the woods or something.

Of course, she knew he snuck out. He’s not very quiet when trying to leave the house.

Layla heard the toilet flush, and stiles come out of the bathroom. He knocked on her door.

“Lay? You in there?” She heard him ask

“Yeah just getting ready” She replied to him

“Okay! tell me when you’re done, I’ll be waiting for you downstairs” He yelled while running down the stairs not waiting for a response

Layla was finished putting everything in her bag and went downstairs.

She was downstairs she grabbed an apple and bit into it

She walked out the door and walked up to stiles jeep and got inside.

“You ready or did you forget something” She asked him

“I didn’t forget anything” he said with confidence

He checked his pockets and his face fell

“Shit! I forgot my phone” He said jumping and running out of the car and went back inside the house.

Layla laughed to herself

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When stiles pulled into the school parking lot layla looked around looking for a certain strawberry Blonde. When she couldn’t find her, she texted her asking where she was

Lydia replied faster than she ever has before.

She had replied that she stopped by the store to get something to drink and was on her way now

When stiles parked, Layla jumped out the car and ran to the front of the school

When she saw scott there she ran to him checking his face and making sure he was okay.

“Lay-Layla! what the hell are you doing?” Scott asked confused as hell wondering why she was so worried

“I heard you on the phone with stiles yesterday! You were bitten by something and didn’t go to the hospital! You bloody idiot!” She said smacking him over his head as stiles came their way

She was about to hit him again when stiles grabbed her hand to stop me

“Enough with hitting the poor boy. he looks like a poor puppy” Stiles told her

Layla looked at scott and felt bad for hitting him

“I’m sorry scotty” She mumbled

“It’s fine, I would hit me too if I was in your position” He laughed

She started to smile and laughed too

Stiles looked at them and went back to talking about what bit scott

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it was a wolf” Scott said

Layla blocked what they were saying and got lost in her thoughts

She snapped out of it when she felt someone pull her

She looked at who it was and saw it was lydia

“Finally” She muttered

“Hey! I was thirsty and needed something before school” Lydia said smiling

Layla laughed as stiles said something about lydia

When lydia ignored stiles. layla laughed harder and stuck out her middle finger

He stuck it back at her with a straight face

“Why do you hang out with them?” Lydia asked her

“Because you decided to leave me alone with them” Layla replied back

Lydia ignored that comment and waved layla goodbye as they didn’t have first period together

Layla had math while lydia had science

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Layla waited outside for Scott and stiles to show up while listening to music in stiles jeep.

Layla stole his keys when he wasn’t looking so he’s probably freaking out looking for them

Bobbing her head to the music the door suddenly opened and when she looked at the person, she saw a very angry stiles standing there

“Really Layla?! I was panicking and you had them the whole time!” He yelled

“Sorry Bro, you know I’m just better at taking things and people not noticing” she replied

“Yeah, Yeah. Get out the drivers side and go to the back, you’re coming with me and Scott to look for his inhaler” he said

“No I’m not” she replied fast not wanting to go to the woods

“Well I’m your ride home, so it’s either come with us or you’re hitchhiking home” he said with a sweet smile, his words anything but.

“Fine” she said rolling her eyes and hopping out of the car, going to the back

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Scott, Stiles and Layla were walking in the woods searching for Scott’s inhaler

They all stopped at a spot where Scott said he saw the body

“You sure it was here” Layla asked

“Yes, I remember it like it was yesterday, oh wait IT WAS!” He said and screamed the last part

“Damn sorry” she said putting her hands up defensively

While they were searching for his inhaler, Layla was spacing in and out of her own world when she suddenly felt eyes on her

She turned around and saw a man just standing there

A very handsome man

She hit both Scott and stiles to get their attention which worked

As the man said something about this place being private property, Layla was too busy checking him out

And it seems that Derek was also checking her out

They both stopped looking at each other when stiles stood in front of her, blocking her view from Derek

He turned to her and looked at her with a serious face

“Too young” he reminded with a straight face while Scott talked to the green eyed man saying how sorry he was and they were just looking for something

They turned to leave, not before the green eyes man threw something at Scott.

They walked away after but Layla stopped and panicked

“I lost my phone” she said panicking

“It’s probably in the jeep” stiles said

“No! I had it on me over there, I’m going to check” she said about to walk away

“I’ll go with you” stiles said

“No it’s fine. Just go, I’ll be there in a minute” she said walking away after stiles agreed.

Walking back she went where they saw the green eyed man and searched the on the ground for her phone

She kept searching till she saw shoes right in front of her

She slowly looked up and saw the stranger from before

He was holding her phone!

“I think you dropped this” he said as he looked at her with a look that would make a girl fall in love so fast

He held out his hand for her to grab so he could help her up which she accepted

“Thank you” she mumbled shyly as she grabbed her phone

He gave her a nod

“I’m Derek. Derek hale” he said sticking his hand out again

She wondered why his name sounded so familiar

Then it clicked

Derek hale, his family are the ones that burned to death 6 years ago

“Layla…. Layla stilinski” she said shaking his hand

“Pretty name” he said with a side almost smile

“Thanks” she said sheepishly

“I should get going, and so should you” he said letting go of her hand after realizing he was still holding it

“Yeah you’re Right. See you around Derek” she said turning to walk away

“See you, Layla” he said walking away

When she got back to the jeep, stiles was asking her what was wrong and why she looked so shocked

She replied just saying that she was still shocked about the whole body situation which stiles believed and let it go.

Layla smiled and looked out the window think about Derek

Not knowing Derek was also thinking about her.

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This is bad!!! I know but I’m not good at writing 😭 sorry! And nobody’s probably gonna read anyways so! But if you do! I hope you enjoyed

#derekhale #teenwolf #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #derek hale x you #derek hale imagine #derek hale x oc #fem reader

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thegettingbyp2 · 2 years

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I'm Here

Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: You get caught by Vecna walking home, luckily Steve wanted to make sure you got home safely

Buy me a coffee :)

‘Steve, I’m going to be fine!’ I exclaimed as I grabbed my coat from the back of his chair and made my way down the stairs towards the front door, hearing Steve’s feet thudding down after me.

‘(Y/N), you know what’s out there! Just stay the night, or let me walk you home, I don’t want you on your own in the dark!’

‘You know that if you walked me home, you wouldn’t leave until you’d walked me right up to my front door and then my parents would kill you, I’m already dead because of being late,’ I laughed, which just caused Steve to frown, ‘look, wait by the phone and as soon as I get home, I’ll ring you okay?’ I asked, putting my hand on his cheek.

‘Fine, just hurry home, please just go straight home.’ Steve replied, clearly not liking the plan but not seeing a way around it.

‘I will. I love you,’ I said, pressing a kiss to his lips as I slipped out the front door.

I was always a bit on edge walking on my own around Hawkins, knowing what’s out there and Vecna was just the newest on a long list of monsters we’ve faced, although part of me is a lot more scared of Vecna than anything else. Feeling a shudder ripple up my spine, I started to walk a bit faster, heading towards my house just like I’d promised Steve.

However, I stopped in my tracks as soon as I heard four chimes of a grandfather clock and suddenly everything went dark. The next thing I knew, I was surrounded by the remains of Creel House as Vecna slowly made his way towards me.

‘(Y/N), I’ve been waiting for you,’ he said as I felt vines wrap themselves around my wrists and ankles and haul me up against the house’s front door, ‘getting you out of the picture will make it so much easier to get to Eleven,’ he said, knowing that El attached herself to me after I helped where when we first met years ago.

‘Please,’ I whimpered, a sob cracking through my chest as his claws got closer to my face.

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Steve’s POV

I knew I wouldn’t be able to just sit by and wait for (Y/N) to ring when she got home so I threw my shoes on and followed her outside, staying far enough back that she wouldn’t see me and get mad but close enough I’d be able to make sure she was alright.

I frowned when I saw her stop in the middle of the road and my heart turned to ice in my chest when I saw her rise up from the ground. I ran over to her and panic flooded my body when I saw her eyes glossed over. I fumbled with the pockets of my jacket to reach my Walkman and my copy of the tape of Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac, her favourite song. With shaking hands, I put the tape in its place and pressed play, music filling the street.

‘C’mon (Y/N),’ I murmured under my breath, praying I wasn’t too late.

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I closed my eyes, hoping my death would be painless, a tear falling from the corner of my eye before I faintly heard Go Your Own Way playing from somewhere. My eyes opened and I saw a frown on Vecnas face as I began to feel stronger and managed to tear myself away from the vines, running towards the music.

As I was running, I saw a hole open up in front of me and memories started to fill my head, making me push myself to run faster; the first date I went on with Steve when we rented Back to the Future from Family Video because he didn’t understand how I hadn’t seen it; the first kiss I shared with Steve after the battle at Starcourt; holding Will in my arms when we finally managed to rescue him from the Upside Down. In the midst of all my memories, I heard Steve’s voice, clear as day: C’mon (Y/N).

That was the final push I needed to speed up and throw myself at the hole, instantly feeling cold air around me as I fell back down to the ground, Steve’s arms catching me before I hit the road.

I felt Steve’s legs give out as we both crashed to the floor, before his hands came up to my face to make me look at him.

‘(Y/N) are you okay? I know I said I wouldn’t walk you home but I couldn’t just hang around and wait so I followed you and I saw you stop and I thought I was too late, I thought I’d lost you,’ Steve cried out, holding me against him tighter.

I gripped onto the sleeve of his jacket, shaking as I tried to calm down, ‘how did you get the music, if it wasn’t for you I’d have died,’ as I spoke I felt Steve tighten his grip on me again, his heartbeat racing against my cheek before he slowly pulled away to look at me, never letting go of me.

‘I always make sure I have my Walkman with copes of our favourite song in case this happens.’ He slowly put his hand in his jacket pocket and pulled out two tapes, Go Your Own Way and Separate Ways. ‘(Y/N) I can’t lose you, I’d lose my mind, you mean everything to me.’

As he was talking, tears started pouring from his eyes, my hands automatically coming up to wipe them away, trying to soothe him, ‘Steve, it’s okay. You did it, you saved me, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.’

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine

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wildbornsiren · 1 year

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Bradley and Bob going to visit Bob’s family and it’s just so cute because they’re so welcoming and Bradley chokes up because it feels like home

Fe. Fe. FE. A brilliant explosion of color lined the road, the fall foliage on display everywhere he looked. Bradley glanced over at Bob, who was humming along with the song on the radio as he drove. One hand on the wheel, the other holding Bradley’s. Thumb smoothing over the back of his hand. It was still all so new, despite being together for nearly a year now, and when Bob asked him to come home to meet the family, Bradley panicked. Bob had put up with it all. The silence, the nerves, the eight million questions when Bradley decided that yes, he would go home with Bob to Tennessee. “You alright?”

The soft question startled Bradley out of his thoughts. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. It’s gorgeous out there.” “It’s gorgeous in here too.” Bob grins, and Bradley’s heart skips a beat. He squeezes Bob’s hand gently. “Last chance to back out,” Bob says softly, turning down a dirt road. “I’m ready.” The drive widens slightly, winding along. Immense pastures spread out as far as he can see, the sunset setting everything ablaze in shades of oranges and reds. There’s a slight dip in the road, Bob taking a hard right, the crunch of gravel giving way to concrete. The drive ends in a loop with a sprawling ranch house. Bob pulls up next to another truck. There’s a blonde woman, a child on her hip talking to man who has an identical child on his hip while two more race around the truck. “My sister Ellie, and that’s her husband Jeff.” Bob says softly. “The twins are in a Dr. Seuss stage and only answer to Thing One and Thing Two. The boy with the cowboy hat is Jensen, and the little girl is Aubrey.” “We like Jeff?” “We like Jeff.” Bob repeats. “Margret is on the porch, and her boyfriend is probably in the house.” There’s a blonde woman standing on the porch, laughing as three dogs escape out the front chased by two more children, a teenager following lazily after them. “The two little kids belong to my cousin.” Bob says, “They’re staying with momma while Rhett’s working the circuit. The teenager is Charlie, he’s Margret’s.” Bob startles when there’s a thump to his window, turning to see a third woman with her face pressed against the glass comically. “That’s Cassie.” Bob says as Bradley laughs, seeing the slow realization in her eyes that Bob isn’t alone in the cab of the truck. “You ready?” “Absolutely not.” Bradley says with a soft laugh, but he’s got his hand on the door release. His feet hit the ground, and there’s a moment of quiet. He can feel all eyes on him, taking his measure. And then Bob gets out of the truck. He slams the door closed, walking over to Bradley taking his hand. “Behave, all of you.” There’s another moment of silence, broken by a thunderous crash, or the call of a very large bird of prey, Bradley’s not sure. The two kids who had been running around the other truck turn and barrel straight into Bob, taking him down while the dogs, and two other younger children join in. “Ellie,” the woman with a toddler on her hip, offers her hand. They shake, and he grins. “Hold this,” She hands Bradley the toddler. “Robert Floyd you didn’t tell me you were bringing your boyfriend?” Ellie takes a foot to her knee and she joins the dog pile as Cassie knocks into her. There’s a whole lot of wrestling and yelling and hysterical giggles. “Are you Thing One, or Thing Two?” Bradley asks the blond toddler who blinks brilliant blue eyes at him. The kid holds up two fingers, before there’s a tiny hand slapping against his mustache. “Pleased to meet you Thing Two.” Bradley murmurs and is rewarded with happy laughter. “It’s safer inside.” Jeff tips his head toward the house, Margret was moving down the stairs zeroed in on the mass of bodies rolling around in the dirt. They head up to the house, Bradley’s stomach rumbling when he smells something delicious coming from the kitchen. “Welcome to the chaos.” Jeff says with a smile. “Go find Nanna, tell her Uncle Bobby and his boyfriend are here.” He sets one twin down, and takes the other from Bradley. It’s warm and noisy, there’s toys strewn about, shoes piled up in the entry way. A television is playing cartoons, there’s music coming from the kitchen. Bradley feels his shoulders drop, the last bit of nerves evaporating from his belly. He hadn’t felt like this in years, and it was something that he had missed deep down in his cells. Home. The door bangs open behind them, bringing with it a gust of chilly autumn air. Bob’s draped on his back, Bradley supporting his weight, feeling himself blush when a soft kiss is pressed to his cheek. “Come on, let’s introduce you to Momma.”

#shelly answers #mail time!#shelly on writing #Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw/Robert 'Bob' Floyd #Floydshaw #delicate universe #Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw #shelly writes #drabbles #hc

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