#(I'm so easily amused by simple things 😭)

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

Bel and Vanilla decided to kiss telepathically

Vanilla: Hey, Bel, that was really fucking weird what happened just now

Bel: Haha yeah

[weneeya]

Hello!! I don't know if you like that idea, but would you make haikyuu boys with the tiktok trend “a boy who's jacked and kind”? I thought this would fit so many of them (iwa, ushijima, bokuto… SO MANY 😭)

jacked and kind m.list | rules

pairing. haikyuu x reader

characters. iwaizumi, ushijima, bokuto, kuroo

note. OMG YOUR BRAIN?? you're a genius i love this idea sm ofc i'm gonna do it!! hope you'll enjoy it, don't hesitate to do requests guys <3

⎯ Iwaizumi Hajime

You were laying on the couch of your living room, scrolling on your phone through the different trends on TikTok right now. You were a bit bored, until you noticed your boyfriend, Iwaizumi, entering the room. He sat next to you, completely silent, and you decided that it was time to have some fun.  You began to scroll through the videos of the “jacked and kind” trend where guys put their girls on a shoulder. Yes, you secretly hoped that Iwaizumi would do this with you, but you also knew he would never say yes if you asked him to do the video with you. You needed to be more tricky. 

After a few videos with the same sound, your boyfriend glanced at your phone. When he noticed the video playing on your screen, a light frown appeared on his face, putting his own phone to the side. He was interested ; good for you. 

“What are you looking at?” he asked, leaning closer to you to have a better look at the screen. You looked at him, and explained the trend to him. He shrugged his shoulders, not convinced even a little.  “Doesn’t seem so hard, why is he struggling so much?” Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow, glancing at you. Great, it was exactly what you wanted.  “You think you wouldn’t struggle?” you asked him, and you noticed the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He stood up from the couch and motioned you to do the same. He was never saying no to a challenge.  “Let me just…” You put your phone in a good position so it would be able to capture the scene perfectly. You walked back to him, turning around to face the camera. He put his hands on your waist, and in a silent agreement, he picked you up like you weighed nothing. He put you on his shoulder, and you stayed there for a moment before he put you back on the floor.  You cut the video, putting it in your drafts. No one other than you needed to see how strong your boyfriend was. His flexed arms were only for you. You turned around to look at him, andIwaizumi had his arms crossed and a grin playing on his lips.  “See? Wasn’t so hard.” He really was a proud idiot, and it made you roll your eyes with an amused smile. You could not deny it though ; it really seemed to be a piece of cake for him. 

⎯ Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima was a dense man, the type who does not understand simple things because it simply did not make sense to him. And those trends? They were far from anything he could understand easily. You tried a few times, but your boyfriend did not seem to get it. But this time, it had to be different, because you really wanted him to do this one. Jacked and kind? It was perfect for him, he could not escape it.  He was busy with a book, laying on the bed, when he heard you enter the room. He almost immediately looked up from his book to meet your eyes. He slowly raised an eyebrow when he noticed how excited you seemed to be. Ushijima put his book to the side, sitting back up on the bed and waiting for you to begin your explanations.  “Can you just follow me, please? I want to try something!” You told him, and as he was not the type to complain, he just stood up and walked behind you as you led him to the living room.  Your phone was already in its place, ready to keep in memory the moment forever. You stood up in front of your boyfriend, back facing him, and led his hands to your waist. You glanced at him from above your shoulder, and you saw the loss on his face.  “I need you to pick me up, and put me on your shoulder. You think you can do that?” You asked, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he still did not understand what you were trying to do. Yet, it disappeared quickly and he nodded at your words.  In no time, you were sitting on Ushijima’s shoulder who was holding you there like you were nothing more than a feather to him. He looked at you, almost like it did not ask him for any effort.  “You can put me down now,” you told him, and he did as you say, your feet gently meeting the ground again. You cut the video, looking at it for a moment. He was so adorable with his lost face, but his arms were sending mixed feelings in your stomach.  You walked back to him, leaving a soft kiss against his cheek. You thanked him with a smile, and Ushijima did not need more than this. He did not understand a single thing but if you were satisfied and happy, he could not ask for better.

⎯ Bokuto Koutarou

“I want to do this!” said Bokuto when he saw the video playing on your phone, looking at it from above your shoulder. He had his arms wrapped around you, keeping your back pressed against his chest. He even held you a bit tighter before of how excited he was at the idea of showing off how he could pick you up so easily.  You could not deny anything to this boy when he was so happy. Well, you could never deny him, but especially not when he was like this. You put your phone on record mode, placing it a bit far so it could capture your two figures better.  Bokuto stood up behind you, putting his hands on your waist, already ready to pick you up. He glanced at you to ask if you were too, and your small nod was everything he needed. He pulled you in the air, and the second after you were sitting on his shoulder while he held you there. He was so proud of himself, you could tell by the large smile on his lips.  He laughed a bit, before he began to do small spins with you on his shoulder, showing off how strong he was. It made you chuckle seeing how excited he was, before he put you back down on the floor. You moved away from him to turn off the camera, and he was impatiently waiting behind you to see the video.  “Was I good? I was, right?” He asked, and you swore he looked like a cute puppy who wanted to hear how much of a good boy he was. You looked back at him with a smile, nodding softly.  “The best.” You replied, and you could not say anything else because he picked you up once again to carry you around the room, all happy and overexcited. Bokuto really loved to have you in his arms, there was no doubt about this.

⎯ Kuroo Tetsurou

“I am jacked and kind!” Kuroo was walking right behind you as you shook your head. You glanced at him from above your shoulder, raising an eyebrow. You eyed him from head to toe, before you shrugged your shoulders.  “Maybe jacked, but not so kind,” you teased, and he took an offended face, resting a hand against his chest. You both knew it was nothing serious, only a playful banter as always.  “Rude.” He told you, before he shifted to be in front of you, stopping you in your steps to the kitchen. There was no way he would let you run away from this so easily. He was going to show how jacked and kind he could be if he wanted to.  “Take the video, let the world see how great your boyfriend is.” Kuroo flexed his arms while you were putting your phone in place to capture the moment. You rolled your eyes at his words before you walked back to him.  “Talk less, show more.” You told him with a grin, before a light gasp left your lips. He had suddenly picked you up to put on his shoulder without a warning. A smirk appeared on his lips, and he looked up at you with an eyebrow raised suggestively. Your only answer was a roll of your eyes, crossing your arms.  He chuckled a bit before he slowly put you down, but not to the floor. He carried you in bridal style, so you would be forced to look at him this time. “Not kind, uh?” This bastard, you loved him so much. You pushed his shoulder slightly before he put you down, all giggling because of how proud he was of himself.  You turned off the video, keeping it to yourself. There was no way you would let anyone else see how he made you react when he was like this. He would be too happy to see the reactions of the people on the Internet.

thank you sm <3

[eyesfullofsttars]

could you write something about ellie stealing abby's clothes? 😭🙏 ever since I've started shipping ellabs this has been my fav headcanon

☆ she says i’m pretty, wearing her clothes. . .

sypnosis: ellie steals one of abby's sweaters, and from then on, it becomes a frequent habit that abigail allows to happen without refusing at all but instead, giving in to sharing her closet...

notes: i'm so dumb!!! when i finished writing this, i realized how i completely misunderstood what this request was about, oh god please anon let me know if this is okay or if i should write something else that obviously relates to what you asked!!! i'm so sorry 😭

In the beginning, it was something simple and unintentional. Ellie woke up one frosty morning, missing the comforting warmth of Abby's embrace. Shivering slightly, she reached for one of Abby's oversized sweatshirts, pulling it over her head. The fabric was soft and carried the familiar scent of pine that always made Ellie feel at home.

Yawning and stretching, she finally rose from the bed, her breath visible in the chilly air. She brushed her teeth and tried to tame her short, unruly hair. Descending the stairs, she made her way to the kitchen, where she hoped a steaming mug of hot chocolate would provide the warmth she craved.

Just then, Abby returned from her early morning workout. Her face lit up with a smile as she saw Ellie, and she walked over, planting a gentle kiss on Ellie's cheek. "Good morning," she said, her breath slightly labored from her run.

"Is that my sweatshirt? Are you wearing my sweatshirt?" Abby asked, her blue eyes narrowing playfully as she scrutinized Ellie from head to toe, inspecting the fabric with amused disbelief.

Ellie shrugged, taking a sip from her mug, the warmth spreading through her hands. "Is it? I just grabbed the first thing I saw..."

Abby couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking her head slowly. If Ellie didn’t mind wearing her clothes, she wouldn’t make a fuss.

And from that moment on, it became a cherished habit. Abby stopped commenting, her lips curling into a small smile every time she saw Ellie enveloped in one of her garments. The scent of pine, the oversized fit, and the deep navy hues all became a comforting part of their daily routine.

That cold morning when Ellie had worn Abby’s clothes without a second thought opened up a new tradition. Abigail started sharing her jackets to keep Ellie warm, carefully arranging their clothes in the middle of the closet so they could both easily reach them. She even began buying clothes with both of their tastes in mind.

Despite Abby’s clothes being designed for her muscular frame, they fit Ellie comfortably. Ellie rolled up the sleeves for better mobility and cinched the waist with a belt to keep the pants from slipping. The hems of the pants often dragged on the floor, frayed from being stepped on by Ellie’s worn-out Converse.

Williams had no intention of stopping. Abigail had given her free rein, making it clear that this wasn’t a bother but a gesture of love. Why would she stop? Abby's clothes always felt cozier, a warm refuge with a scent that made Ellie feel safe, and the colors brought out the green in Ellie’s eyes.

Additionally, Abby began wearing Ellie’s jewelry as a form of exchange. If Ellie wore her clothes, then Abby would wear Ellie’s jewelry, adorning her fingers with rings and her neck with silver necklaces. This silent agreement became a ritual, with Ellie leaving her jewelry on Abby’s nightstand each night before bed...

(However, neither of them could escape Lev's silent, questioning glances. Every time he noticed Ellie wearing Abby’s favorite blue sweater, or Abby sporting Ellie’s star-shaped ring on her annular finger like a wedding band, Lev would analyze them suspiciously, silently waiting for an explanation. Yet, more often than not, he settled with Abby’s nervous laughter)

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Hello! Can i request a fem! Rover with a (Gender Neutral) Reader that is an expert in multiple martial arts and is a genius at planning and everything but is a bit clueless when it comes to love and have a hard time expressing it correctly?

Ooh, wuwa requests! Sure thing, anon!

Rover and Reader, And the Case of the Awkward Love.

(Warning: Might be OOC!)

This can also be read as Male!Rover in case you don't want to read it as Female!Rover.

Rover Got it Lucky, That Reader Fellow is a treat...Except not in a romantic sense, seeing as you struggle a little to really show how much you love Rover.

Literally, I think Rover would find it both amusing and a bit concerning. You, the Reader, who is both a Martial Arts Master and a Genius in Strategy, with the most god-like time management even Huaxu Academy is scratching their heads over...is losing in the Game of War.

You can beat anyone in chess, beat any Tacet Discord to utter non-existent pulp...and the love warfare, it seems, was your greatest weakness (so far). Luckily, the Rover is here to help!

"Hey, it's okay." The Rover smiles at you warmly, a hand on your shoulder. The way Rover's presence is both calming and gentle is always nice and welcoming. "There's no rush."

Such simple words, yet the undertone intention is clear: Be you.

Safe to say, Rover won your heart very easily. It's only a matter of time, of course, before you master the Art of Love...and shower this wandering rover with all the attention and affection only you can provide!

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: I am so sorry for being so inactive! I had a lot of IRL tasks in my hands that required my full attention, and I couldn't squeeze enough time to even finish simple requests 😭 I PROMISE, I'M SLOWLY COMING OUT OF MY GRAVE A LITTLE—OR, AT LEAST, I'LL TRY SOBBING.

Safe to say, I am trying to catch up with the requests still chilling in my drafts/inbox. I'll be back with the writing grind (hopefully)!

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[wcnderlnds]

“Ghost stories? Don’t mind if I do.” - Tate

BLESS, ANON. I love me some Tate (i cant write him for shit but 😭) so here you go. halloween / fall drabbles with prompts from here. feel free to request any <3

Sat in the circle with all your friends, you swished around the cup in your hand, the cool liquid inside almost spilling out over the edge. The last place you wanted to be was in your own basement telling stupid ghost stories on Halloween but alas everyone had heard the stories of the infamous murder house (which you were now unfortunate enough to live in) and thought it'd be the perfect place to make fun of ghosts and ghouls. You, however, weren't amused. Taunting the supernatural never ended well for anyone. Had Buzzfeed Unsolved taught these people nothing? All you wanted was to spend some time with you boyfriend. Tate was supposed to have been taking you out tonight but plans had changed last minute -- on your end, not his. Tate hadn't taken it well at all taking it as a slight against him, like you were rejecting him. That wasn't the case. For goodness sake, you were crazy about the doe eyed, blonde haired boy. You'd even invited him to come hang with you and your friends but he had disappeared instead.

A heavy sigh passed your lips, your gaze focused on your drink. It wasn't until you felt a familiar arm drape around your shoulder and a body squeezing in to sit beside you. When you looked up you came face to face with a smiling Tate. How was it he could go from being in the foulest mood to being the happiest guy on the planet? Where the hell did he even come from anyway?

"We tellin' ghost stories? Don't mind if I do. Got some real killer ones for you." Tate grinned wickedly, regaling all the tales of the apparent ghosts that lived in the house. He was met with 'oohs' and a couple of 'shut up's. You leaned back on your hands, taking a big swig of your drink -- Tate had told you all these before so you didn't need to listen to them again.

Eventually, the whole 'telling ghost stories' thing got old, your friends deciding to head back up to the party upstairs. Once they were gone, you turned to Tate, a brow raised in question. "Thought you were mad at me."

"I could never be mad at you," he looked mildly offeneded you'd even think such a thing. Hadn't all he ever done was show you how much he loved you?" I was upset. I thought you were trying to get rid of me. That you were ditching me to hang out with those people. They're all assholes, by the way," Tate said. It didn't shock you. He had never been fond of any of your friends whenever you talked about them. His hand gently rested on your thigh giving it a light squeeze. "I just wanted to spend time with you and only you, babe." She frowned. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just... find it hard to say no to them."

His fingers played with the hem of your shirt, the fabric soft against his skin. Fingertips danced across the bare skin of your side sending shivers down your spine. It was ridiculous how easily you turned to putty in his hands by just a simple touch. "I know. They don't care about you like I do. Nobody ever will." Tate nuzzled his face into your neck, pressing light kisses against your soft skin. Little did you know the extremes he'd eventually go to to prove that to you.

[mousymaven]

SWEET {CHAPTER ONE}

Ellie x reader(NOTES: modern au, fem presenting au, She/her pronouns used, parties, crushes, spying, and slight mention of hypoglycemia(ever so slightly)- yes i'm projecting- this is gonna be some slow burn shit babes, cat, breakups, sorta fast-paced but it’s the first chapter so cut me some slack babes 💀🪻)

this is my first ever fic on this tag so please be nice 😭💗

(first day of school)

The 12th grade was a shitty year to move schools. Three years of building friend ships, learning class routes, and most importantly getting teachers to like you all destroyed with the simple words “you’re mom got a promotion y/n! We’re moving to Wyoming!”

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The first time y/n saw her, Ellie was peacefully unaware of the fact that she was being spied on at all. It was a Sunday and she was killing time in the school computer lab after her band practice. No one else was supposed to be there, y/n had just moved into town with her parents, and the snobby principal was giving them an “all-out tour of their perfect establishment”

It was near the end of summer break, and the kind of humid that makes you feel sticky and uncomfortable. Ellie was wearing a tank top that could easily be mistaken for a sports bar, black skinny jeans, and her crusty dusty black Converse that she had refused to get rid of despite the hole on the inside of the shoe, and constant harassment from Dina about how embarrassing it was to walk next to her wearing “world war ll shoes”.

Y/n hadn't meant to spy on her at all in fairness. She’d gotten bored of the forced “Ooooo and ahhhs” of her parents and wandered around. By the time it had hit her how long she had been standing there, y/n had looked like a complete stalker. Her nose just barely brushed the door, manicured hand gripping the door frame as if it was super glued.

She finally snapped out of it when the brown-haired girl turned slightly in her swivel chair,  briefly facing the entrance. Y/n booked it away from the door, back pressed against the lockers at the other end of the hall leaving her slightly winded, a metallic taste in her mouth as she tried to calm her heavy breathing. After about 5 minutes of silence from all around and the occasional sound of ticking from the multiple classroom clocks, y/n sped back around in an effort to look for her parents. She hadn’t meant to react so hastily, but if she was seen by the stranger that would be one conversation she’d regret having to awkwardly explain.

“Ah, there she is! Y/n y/l/n! I see you’ve taken you’re own tour!” The principal laughed to himself slightly, amused by his own idea of humor “That wraps it up for today! We’ve emailed you your classes and a full map of the school. Make sure to be here first thing Monday morning at 8:30 just in case we need to be going over a few more things”

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It was the first day of school, and y/n was secretly hoping to see the random girl she’d accidentally spied on again.

The brown-haired girl, with really pretty freckles and a nice aura. She wanted to be friends with her. Y/n was good at making friends too, usually, if you didn’t count that one time in the 10th grade when a girl physically sped-walked away from Y/n’s enthusiastic approach to speak with her.

“Phone? Check, backpack? Check, lunch? Check..” y/n trailed off mumbling to herself in hopes that she hadn’t forgotten anything as she made her way downstairs.

“Breakfast? Nope don’t see a check there” Y/n’s father smiled while pushing a small plate with strawberries, toast, and a few slices of apple on it. “Dad I’m fine I’ll eat at lunch we’ve been over this before” the time read 8:15 “I’ve got like 15 minutes to get to school, I don’t have time today- but I appreciate it ” y/n’s father grimaced, the girl almost never ate breakfast, but still complained about the headaches, occasionally vomiting, and weakness when she’d come home after a long day. “ at least take a banana or muffin will you? Just for on the way?” He tried to bargain with her for his own peace of mind, and it worked. “ will it make you happy?” Y/n questioned and he smiled “fine”

Y/n stuffed a muffin in her bag and shouted a “Bye! Love you” before stepping out.

…

Lunch break was the only time of day that Ellie had usually enjoyed besides her journal rants that could span from 12am to 3am occasionally. Not much else really did it for her. The promise of hanging out with friends while occasionally stuffing food in her face was promising.

“Have you heard about the new girl yet?” Dina asked, shoving her backpack into jesses arms as per usual, not that he wanted to but to be higher up on Dina’s  “good boyfriend scale” he endured carrying her heavy ass bag every break for the past 2 years. “ we have a new student?” Ellie mumbled, eyes locked on her phone. “ do you live under a rock or something? It’s all that everyone’s been talking about! We live in the middle of butt fuck nowhere we don’t exactly get a new student everyday els” Dina cursed how out of the loop Ellie was. Despite being somewhat socially relevant, and being in band as well as a few other clubs Ellie was almost always never paying attention to things she deemed ‘boring people matters.’

“I sit behind her in French, she seems pretty neat to be honest- really cool backpack actually, it has a bunch of pins and shit on it” Jesse finally piped up as they sat down outside under one of the many trees outside. “ what neater than me?” Dina joked, raising her eyebrow at him.

Jesse playful pushed her and they started their usual lunchtime banter while Ellie drifted off from the conversation slightly. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in conversing today but rather that she’d stayed up till 4 in the morning arguing with Cat on Snapchat again. They’d gotten into a really messy breakup back in May- given that it was now September Ellie thought that Cat would be over her usual bullshit of posting photos with other girls and tagging Ellie just to try and spark something outta her. It never did affect Ellie at all, not emotionally at least- however being tagged a shit load of times by someone who was clearly trying to egg her got old after a while. Her calm text of “Can you please cut it out” ended up spurring an argument which resulted in a final block from Ellie, something she’d wish she had done sooner but couldn’t due to how close they used to be.

As Ellie's mind drifted back to the present, she realized that her friends had stopped talking and were now staring at her expectantly. "Sorry, what were you guys saying?" she asked, trying to shake off the remnants of her late-night argument. Her friends exchanged a knowing look before continuing their conversation. “ we’re going to a party tonight- you in?” Jesse asked, wrapping an arm around Dina “Uh maybe who’s, house?” “Owen’s- it’s some shitting first-day thing- but there’s gonna be alcohol and weed so ya know”

Ellie knew Joel wouldn’t exactly be exactly enthusiastic about Ellie attending a party on a school night, but it had been months since she’d gone to one and the thought of letting loose was enticing. “I’ll think about it ” “WOO THE THREE MUSKETEERS BACK AT IT” Dina yelled excitedly. Since the breakup with Cat Ellie hadn’t budged on her willingness to join Jesse or Dina to any group events, especially parties. “If you don’t stop with those goofy ass nicknames I’m gonna beat your ass someday and I said MAYBE” Ellie joked, getting Dina’s foot shoved at her side, Jesse watching as they pushed each other around on the grass. After a few minutes, they eventually calmed down and Ellie piped up “Okay fine I’ll come- but you better bring your stash just in case Owen has those shitty ass white boy rolls” pointing a finger at Jesse.

For Ellie usually everything after lunch was a bit of a blur. This semester however she had genuinely enjoyed the classes she’d gotten[math, science, English, and lastly advanced art history ] it was nice but made her day seem more dreadful and lengthy. Each class was roughly an hour and a half give or take, however now that Ellie knew that she was going to be attending a party and getting high it seemed like her classes spanned 5.

1:50 shined brightly on her deformed iPhone, the realization hitting that she was already 10 minutes late.                                                                                       “Well look who decided to grace us with her presence, Williams take a seat beside y/l/n” Miss.Blight announced loudly, the whole class's attention looking towards Ellie. “Fuck me” she mumbled under her breath, walking to her seat, barely taking notice of the person sitting beside her. “Excuse you?” “Nothing” she huffed out. Ellie knew she got lucky when she ended up getting English again. One of her favorite subjects, however, she’d only truly enjoyed it previously due to the teacher being one of those ditzy teachers who paid more attention to texting their boyfriend than being a real teacher. This gave Ellie a lot of room for creative freedom while writing, not to mention the fact that she was sure the teacher would most likely give her an A no matter what she wrote.

It really wasn’t until Ellie had actually gathered her barring and gotten out her Chromebook that she’d noticed the girl beside her wearing something that if she wasn’t new would easily get her sent home for “being too comfortable showing any kind of skin no matter the body type or size”. Ellie couldn't help but admire the girl’s confidence to wear her outfit without seeming to care. Ellie also noticed how pretty she was, Jesse had said she was neat but never mentioned anything about the new girl being hot. She knew she shouldn’t try to start anything given her past attempts at talking to girls failing terribly, it felt like a part of her had lost the spark since cat, instead, she decided to focus on her own work. Listening to the teacher regurgitate the same bullshit about nouns she’d heard in the first grade.

“Hi, um sorry I’m y/n.. not to bug you but I can’t seem to think of another word for ‘lovely’ and Google wasn’t much help- do you know any words perhaps similar...IT'S COOL IF YOU DON'T AND I APPRECIATE THE-” y/n trailed off slightly. Y/n could definitely think of multiple words that could replace ‘Lovely’ but knew that this was the most casual window of opportunity to talk to the brunette without coming off as “too much” some would say. “Sweet? And I’m guessing you’ve gathered I’m Ellie” She cut the other girl off slightly, trying her best not to sound awkward. “Gosh, why didn’t I think of that, thank you! I really like your necklace by the way”

"Thank you, I appreciate it," Ellie replied with the best smile she could muster. "It was a gift from an old friend, she gave it to me on my birthday a few years ago." Y/n smiled back, feeling a little more confident about their conversation. "That's really sweet," she said, using the word Ellie had suggested earlier. "I wish I had something so cool." "Yeah, she was pretty amazing," Ellie agreed. "Anyway, how’s your first day been so far- besides this grumpy hag” Y/n laughed a bit, she’d also noticed how shitty the English teacher seemed to be from her constant low muttering about how much she hated high school kids and teaching. “It’s been okay I guess, I mean I haven’t really talked to very many people. There’s this one guy in my history class that asked how I was doing but that’s about all. The school is pretty nice though”

The brunette nodded “Yeah a lot of people here just sorta stick to themselves or their friends, but the school itself is okay I guess” Ellie didn’t know what took her over but she felt somewhat obligated to ask her next question. “Ya know there’s this like super lame guy, Owen. He’s throwing some party tonight for back to school- ya think I’ll see you there?”

Y/n choked, she’d never been to a party- and definitely never asked by someone of Ellie’s nature. “Uh I don’t know I’ve never really been to one and” “Oh no problem you can always hang with me and my friends- not to mention I’m sure there’s gonna be a lot of people so I’m sure you won’t really have to worry too much about anyone caring ”Ellie spoke abruptly, sounding rushed. “Okay then yeah I’ll see you there…here’s my number just text me the address” y/n mumbled, pulling Ellie’s Chromebook closer towards herself so she could type her phone number onto the Google doc.

Then the bell rang.

E.W: YOU DIDNR SAY SHE WAS HOT? AND SMWLLED NICE WTF?

J: huh?

D: me when miss.felps💀

E.W: THW BEW GIRL RHE NEW MF SHES OML BRO

J: perhaps try speaking English jackass <3

D: nobody appreciates my jokes anymore :(

E.W: bro the new girl- she’s cool- like seemed cool- she sits beside me in fuckin English bro

J:  I’m guessing you invited her to Owens party then lmfao

D: SIMP BEHAVIOUR

E.W: maybe- and both of you have no god damn room to talk abt simp behaviour 😐

E.W:

As the day went on, Ellie felt a growing sense of excitement mixed with nerves. She hadn't been to a party in months, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to let go of her hermit lifestyle just yet, but as she and her friends piled into Jesse's rusty car, and headed to the party, she laid back, finally letting the feeling of excitement hit her. “what is with you fuckers and having the most old and disturbing shit” Dina spoke loudly, already tipsy from a bottle of wine that Jesse had stolen from his parent's liquor cabinet. She was referring to Jesse’s car and Ellie’s shoes, both of which had looked like they’d been through hell and back. “The car is not ‘old’ it’s vintage” Jesse argued, the car was passed down to him and despite his work on it the car didn’t look much better. “ can both of you shut up- and get off my ass about the shoes all the bitches love ‘em,” Ellie said with a smirk, knowing damn well that she needed to throw them out someday.                        

As they arrived at the party, Ellie's nerves started to get the best of her again. She hadn't been around so many people in a long time, and she wasn't sure how to act, but as she stepped out of the car and saw the bright lights as well as the deafening thumping music, she felt a surge of excitement return. “Woooo let’s go bitches” Dina jumped out of the car and ran for the front door, Jesse huffing behind her. “Idiots” Ellie mumbled to herself.

“Uh hey..”

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This part is so fast-paced and I wanna kms oml- I know it’s bad but I swear the other parts will be better but I really needed to get the fuckin ball rolling for the next few chapters babes 😭 someone lemme know if I should make a tag list- low key hate this but I’m so proud of myself for finally finishing and writing something so Wooo Wooo🧁

Everyone stay safe, be kind, and have a lovely day!! ((ε(*´･ω･)っ†*ﾟ¨ﾟﾟ･*:..☆

[celiastjamesoscar]

😭 Grace now you have put me into an impossible situation! For your sake I truly hope he won't include you into his slides but for my own selfish reason and twisted amusement I'm silently praying that he'll sneak in a picture of you... I'm so sorry but the senior trip one was so hilarious and adorable that I'm sure other ones will be just as awesome!

YES MY DARLING GIRL, YOU DID SO WELL!! The format change doesn't even matter, you finished the paper quickly and BEFORE THE DEADLINE!!! WELL DONE HONEY!

WHAT?? STINKY 😭 OH no, poor baby boy. Is he doing okay overall? How's he handling it? EXCUSE ME YOUR MOTHER DID WHAT?? THAT'S A CRIMINAL OFFENSE, PUNISHABLE BY DEATH!! Don't worry Grace, I will come and snatch you up for a tattoo tour!

Duh. Obviously recording was the better choice. That's not even a question. I'm sure your brother would have done the same thing to you. I would have died laughing, just the mental image is cracking me up!

A Japanese steakhouse?? Omg that sound mouth watering!! Tell me more please! Well... I'm not saying that you can easily be distracted/love procrastinating buuut I kinda had a feeling that you wouldn't devote your whole day to studying like you said...that's why 🤨 was included. BUT 5 QUESTIONS OUT OF 50 IS A START!! 45 MORE TO GO! YOU GOT THIS. I BELIEVE IN YOU!! Though you definitely could get 10 out of 50 if it weren't for Call of Duty 🫢 (joking, taking care of yourself and relaxing is important too!)

Here's some more Sam/Mel videos I found

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeRmnYo6/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeRLAaFh/

Girl I cannot have you praying on my down fall in Jon’s class 😭 thankfully, he didn’t put any pictures of me in the slides, but we did talk about vision today. I wear glasses most of time, so he asked me if I was near or farsighted, then he proceeded to call me ‘four eyes.’ Like bro, WE BOTH WEAR GLASSES?!? That senior trip picture haunts my dreams, but I hope it will be the one that gets put in, just for your sake

THANK YOU SO MUCH MY LOVE!!! I’m such a procrastinator when it comes to writing for school, but then it doesn’t even take me an hour to finish

Stinky is a MESS!! We’ve had him a little over 3 years, but the only real problem he’s had from it, was when the cut on his paw wouldn’t heal. Other than that, he seems perfectly fine. He was a random stray that quite literally appeared in our backyard one day, so we don’t know how long he’s had it for. Hell, we don’t even know how old he is 😭 but don’t worry about him, that little trouble maker is laying in bed right next to me, snoring his head off. IT HONESTLY IS A CRIME!!! I want another one so bad, but she’s just like “no 🤨.” A tattoo tour sounds amazing right now too!!

When in doubt, record! That’s something I have always lived by. My poor brother was like 6 years old getting jumped by a rooster, that somehow knocked him down too. That boy was going through hell and all I did was smile and say “you’re doing good, sweetie!”

Japanese steakhouses are so amazing!! I highly recommend going to one. We just ate a simple dine-in, but you chose to do hibachi, which is where you get to sit at this grill and have the chef cook it in front of you. It’s pretty cool, but it’s a lot more expensive than a dine-in. You know me so well, it’s kind of unsettling miss ma’am. But in a good way! If it makes you feel better, I’m going to my chemistry tutor tomorrow so we can go over an exam

Don’t ask me the color of anything in that first pic of Mel, I couldn’t tell you

I seriously need to buckle down and watch her other roles 😻

[selfcarecap]

Faking It [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: Peter’s right arm is bigger than his left arm because he jerks off too much. MJ makes fun of him because of it. You defend Peter and somehow end up in a fake relationship with him to save him some embarrassment.

(can’t believe i’ve never written fake dating (to real dating/lovers obviously) and the first time i’m writing it it’s this version of it adhbfaldjaekj💀)

if the summary didn’t make that clear, this is crack wuskshs (but i had fun writing it). cool mutuals (so.. all mutuals) do not perceive this. strangers, you’re free to read <3 ahskshs

also MJ is very focussed on making fun of Peter but it’s just teasing and she has no ulterior motives whatsoever jadjabdh

warnings: this is the last time I'm warning you, this is not a very serious fic, smut (it turned out so short?😭), lmk if I forgot something

word count: 5k omg no wonder it took so long 😭

thank you @simplyparker for helping me proofread ily🥰🥰🥰 all mistakes are of course my own <3

You try to shush Ned and MJ as they giggle, giddily pointing at Peter like two little school kids, “Look, you can even see it on his forearm.”

You watch as Peter approaches the table you’re sitting at, getting in a break between college classes. He looks innocent and he’s oblivious to the absolute bashing he’s about to experience; you almost feel bad for him, knowing how easily he feels embarrassed.

He notices MJ and Ned talking about him as he takes the seat next to you, eyebrows raised, “Do I have something on my shirt? Did I spill something?”

“I’m sure spilling has something to do with it,” Ned mumbles, making MJ laugh while Peter looks down at himself, looking for a stain.

“What?” He asks as he doesn’t find anything unusual about himself.

“Leave him alone, guys,” you plead, rolling your eyes at your best friends.

“No but you can see it perfectly. Peter’s the prime example of it,” MJ argues.

“Can someone please tell me what you’re talking about?” Peter asks, looking between all of you.

MJ and Ned giggle one more time and then Ned’s the one to say it, “Your right arm is bigger than your left one. It’s more muscular.”

“It is?” Peter lifts his arms in front of himself, “What does that mean?”

“Don’t say it—” you try one last time before Ned interrupts you.

“That you jerk off a lot.”

You feel Peter freeze next to you, his eyes going wide as he starts stuttering, “Um...uh.”

The other two laugh their heads off while you throw a shy smile in Peter’s direction, not looking him in the eyes because it’s like you can feel his embarrassment floating through the air, over to you.

“Okay, guys. Now we know Peter masturbates, just like every other person on this planet,” you try. You love Peter, and while it’s all just a bit of fun that even he will be able to laugh about in a few weeks, the discomfort he feels right now is nearly painful to witness.

You couldn’t look at him if you tried, you don’t need to watch to know how red he is, most likely sweating too.

“Yeah but he fucks his right hand so much that his whole bicep is noticeably bigger,” Ned laughs, MJ holding on to the table to prevent falling from her chair, her body shaking with laughter. You should check what’s in their drinks, even if you were unbiased you couldn’t see it being that funny.

You wait for Ned to stop crying from laughter and look at him.

“You know, my finger also has more muscles than the others cause I use it to masturbate, it’s thicker than the others.”

“Wait, is that really a thing? Show me,” he demands.

You grin as he falls for your trick, amused as he curiously glances at your hand as you lift it, only for you to show him your middle finger.

His look of anticipation immediately changes into one of annoyance but he starts smiling shortly after, “Aw, that was so simple but I still fell for it. But now tell me - is it a thing?”

You hold your hand out in front of you, glancing at your fingers, “I don’t think so but it’s quite surprising that I haven’t developed more muscles on my middle finger considering how much I use it. And I don’t mean being rude to people,” you’re not necessarily enjoying talking about this in such a public place, but you don’t mind it either and if it helps Peter feel less mortified you’re willing to expose some of your secrets.

It’s not like MJ, your flatmate, hasn’t ever heard you using your vibrator and neither is Ned oblivious to the fact that women masturbate too.

“If it was a thing then MJ’s fingers would break a record,” you add, “I had to leave my own room last night cause she was fucking Carla so loudly even my headphones weren’t enough.”

“No! I thought you broke up,” Ned almost shouts, shaking MJ by her shoulders. She scowls at you but you know it’s all playful. MJ doesn’t care enough to feel embarrassed and you’re only trying to distract them to alleviate at least some of Peter’s humiliation. Plus, she’s the one who started talking about Peter’s arm in the first place.

He nudges your shoulder with his, giving you a small but grateful smile while MJ briefs Ned on the situation with her “ex”girlfriend.

You smile when you notice them completely engrossed in their own conversation, satisfied that you could give Peter a break.

They’re wrapping up their conversation and MJ looks at you, taking a sip of her drink, “At least I’m fucking someone else and making them feel good. I bet when you went to Peter’s to get away last night he had to stop jerking off to let you in.”

You roll your eyes now that she’s brought the topic up again, out of ideas what to say next.

“Stop acting like Peter gets any pussy,” MJ says and although they’re friends too and she only means it in a teasing way, you don’t like her attitude towards Peter right now.

“He does!” You say, feeling protective all of a sudden.

“Yeah? When was the last time Peter had sex with someone?” MJ challenges, smirking at you and you feel Peter shift in his chair now that the attention is back on him, and he’s not even the one talking.

“Last night,” you blurt out, knowing damn well that’s far from the truth. While you’ve always been a little attracted to Peter, nothing has ever happened between the two of you. You wish it had, but all you did last night was talk and play video games.

Peter looks at you now, intrigued to see what lie you’ll come up with. He knows you’re only trying to defend him but he doesn’t expect you to lie to your friends for him.

“With who?” Ned scoffs, knowing his best friend would have told him.

“Me,” you say with full confidence, your brain running on autopilot now.

You’re glad that MJ and Ned’s gasps are louder than Peter’s, so your lie isn’t obvious.

You glare at Peter for a split second and he clears his throat, “But I.. we weren’t— I,” you pinch his thigh under the table and it twitches for a second, but he recomposes himself, “..I thought we weren't going to tell them?” He adds, and you’re happy he’s bright enough to understand the plan you made to be nice to him.

“So you two are fucking?” MJ asks, hands on the table and leaning forward, not believing you’d keep that secret from her.

“Actually,” Peter intertwines your fingers with his and lifts your hands with a cocky smirk, “We’re together.”

You bite the inside of your cheek as your heart flutters, but you squeeze his fingers tightly—not that he takes any notice of it—at him taking your lie even further unnecessarily.

MJ kicks her feet against the floor in excitement and you feel a little bad about how happy she is from something that’s a sheer lie, “I knew there was something up with you, I swear. You’ve been acting so different. And now it makes sense that you keep talking about Peter’s arms!”

You sputter, “I-I don’t. You were the one who noticed that Peter’s right arm is bigger. Which is very straight of you by the way,” you regret the words as soon as they leave your lips.

“Don’t you dare call me straight,” he smile fades as she crosses her arms but you quickly hold your pinky finger up to her like you always do.

“You’re right, that was too much. Forgive me?” MJ rolls her eyes, smiles again, and wraps her pinky around yours.

“But you need to stop making fun of my boyfriend now. I bet he can make me moan louder than how loudly you make Carla moan,” if Peter wants to take it further, so can you. Only you don’t know why you’re that intent on defending your boyfriend who isn’t even your boyfriend.

“I doubt that. Since we’re talking about your boyfriend’s masturbation arm being bigger, I feel sorry for you because he obviously uses his arm more for himself than he does for you,” MJ says, thanking the waiter as he brings your food.

You try to think of something to say until the waiter is gone but come up with nothing, “I don’t care if you say that because I know it’s not true,” you counter lamely, out of ways to save the situation.

Peter surprises you when he speaks up.

“I make her ride my fingers at least three times every night. With consent I mean—…” his words die in his throat when you look at him with wide eyes and an open mouth; you’ve never heard words as explicit as that come from Peter.

“Um… so that’s enough of our sex life,” you swallow, feeling hot, “I bet Ned has some secrets— hey where’s Ned?”

You all look around to find Ned talking to a girl from college a few tables further down.

“You think they have something going on?” MJ inquires.

“Not yet but he told me that he likes her. You see the looks they’re giving each other though? We should get out of here before they fuck here right in front of our eyes,” Peter says and you laugh, looking at him instead of the bedroom eyes Ned and the woman are giving each other.

As your eyes meet Peter’s you feel your face heating up and at the same time you both turn away from each other. You’ve never been shy around Peter.

But during the time you’ve had a little crush on him, you’ve never considered what it would really feel like to be his girlfriend.

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“Thanks for... earlier. Defending me and everything,” Peter tells you later in his dorm room while he browses through his DVD and video game collection, looking for something to keep you two entertained.

“No problem. Well, there is a problem which is that they think we’re together now.”

He turns around and throws you a look, glancing away again quickly, “Oh no. How bad.”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” you wait until he looks at you again to give him a reassuring smile, “I just mean it’s not true and they’ll be expecting us to act like a couple now.”

“We’ll just tell them we’re not into pda and whenever you get a real boyfriend we’ll say we broke up but still want to be friends,” Peter shrugs.

“What if you get a girlfriend first?” You wonder, ignoring the spark of pain in your chest.

“Nah. Not interested. Don’t need a girlfriend when I have you,” he smiles at you and you return a shy grin, resting your face against your hand to hide how flustered you are.

Peter walks from his shelves to his mirror. He takes off the hoodie he put on earlier, and you try not to stare at his back muscles when his shirt underneath lifts too.

He pulls his shirt down again, throwing the hoodie to the floor.

“Is my right arm really bigger? I swear I don’t do it that much,” he lowers his face in shame.

You frown; you don’t want him to take any of that conversation to heart.

“Come here, show me,” you tell him.

As Peter sits down on his bed next to you, you realise you’re asking him to put his stupid, big muscles right into your face and you have to force yourself to even out your breath.

He’s been working out a lot more lately, you can tell. That’s why you mentioned it to MJ and she pointed out the slight difference between his arms in the first place.

Or maybe you’ve just been painfully single and horny lately, but whenever you go on dates, you can’t help but compare the guys to Peter.

“So… uh… yeah,” he mumbles, not knowing what to do with himself as he shows you his arms.

“Um I... I think anyone looking at your arms would be too distracted to compare them and see if one is bigger so uh.. they’re great— I mean fine. They’re the same size, yeah,” you can’t think straight when he’s so close.

“What if everyone sees and thinks I’m a pervert?” He drops his arms back to his sides, shoulders slumped.

“Jacking off does not make you a pervert. Plus, you use your right arm for so many things, it’s your dominant side generally so it makes sense that your arm is bigger on that side.”

“Okay... to reduce my own embarrassment, I’m choosing to believe you.”

“And anyway, you’ve got a girlfriend now so you don’t have to masturbate as much anymore.”

“What- wait, I thought we were faking it? Are we really going to–”

“I was joking,” you say, grinning, feeling more and more hope blooming in your chest at how excited Peter just sounded.

“O...of course, yeah. Um, MJ was talking about you acting different though. Do you really have a secret boyfriend or something?”

Your cheeks feel hot as you remember MJ saying that. You don’t know why you thought you could hide your growing crush on Peter from her. It’s a miracle she hasn’t yet figured out that you’re acting differently because of him.

“No, she was… I don’t know what she was talking about. Have you picked out a film we can watch yet?”

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It’s been a few weeks since you entered your fake relationship with Peter.

To convince Ned and MJ that you really are together, you’ve been hanging out a lot more as a pair. You could easily make up a lie, it’s not like they check to make sure if you’re really spending time together.

But you enjoy his company. It’s not the first time that it’s just the two of you, but knowing that Ned and MJ are probably thinking you and Peter are doing who knows what type of things together has changed the situation slightly.

You’re aware of the sexual tension every second you’re with Peter, but it’s a pleasant tension.

You don’t know if it will be today or in a few months, maybe even years, but you do know that one of you has to give in at some point.

It’s crazy to think that you’ve become so close all because the circumference of Peter’s right arm is ever so slightly bigger than that of his left one. It’s not like you ever measured, so maybe you’re all just imagining it anyway.

Either way, you’re not complaining that you get to spend so much time with Peter.

Sometimes you wish Ned and MJ were more sceptical of you and Peter suddenly being together, not believing you until you kiss Peter in front of them.

Sometimes you just want to kiss him.

Sometimes you nearly do.

Sometimes you wish you didn’t listen to your head so much and you’d just do it.

You spray on your perfume and decide which lipgloss to apply to your lips while you wait for Peter.

You’re nervous about seeing him today.

When MJ and her girlfriend had sex so loudly you could barely concentrate on anything else and it continued for so long that you barely got any sleep last night, you decided you wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine.

Besides, she’s been making comments about how Peter “couldn’t even make you sigh let alone moan” and you’d like to believe that that’s not true. After all, you started a whole fake relationship with him to protect him from MJ’s negative assumptions about him, so you can’t just stop now.

You hope your plan will work and won’t make things between you and Peter awkward.

You go to the living room where MJ’s doing something on her phone.

“You look pretty,” she tells you, “But won’t the lipgloss get in the way when you’re kissing Peter?” She raises her eyebrow.

Shit, you didn’t think of that.

“I would have thought you’re the last person who wants me to go out of my way for a man. Besides, he doesn’t mind.”

“Okay, just saying,” MJ shrugs and you wonder if she’s suspicious after all.

You hear a knock at the door of your shared apartment and feel your heart skip a beat. MJ stays seated but you glance at her when you open the door for Peter, checking to see if she’s even watching you.

While your head is still turned towards MJ, you go in for a kiss on Peter’s cheek, only he has the same plan and somehow your lips meet in the middle and you plant a kiss on each other’s lips.

You look at each other for a few seconds, getting lost in the other’s eyes, looking for and finding the confirmation that yes, that just happened, and yes, it felt incredible.

You snap yourself out of it and take his hand, pulling him to your bedroom with you.

“Don’t forget to use protection,” MJ shouts, her voice flat and uninterested but you’re intent on doing this.

You push Peter to your bed and straddle him, “Okay, so MJ and Carla were so loud last night that I could barely concentrate on anything else, so I thought we’d show her what it’s like so she might be a bit more considerate in the future.”

“We-we, you want us to have sex?”

You pull your eyebrows together, realising how this must sound to him. “No,” you get off him, not knowing why you even sat on him in the first place, “We’ll jump on the bed or something and put on porn so it sounds like we’re fucking.”

“Oh-okay,” Peter says. While you stand up on your bed you see him adjust his pants and smile to yourself.

“So uh…” you start shifting your weight. You haven’t had sex since you’ve had this bed, so you don’t know how much you even have to move for it to make a sound.

When Peter stands up too, the mattress dips and you nearly go tumbling into him, but he catches you with ease.

“Here,” he says, holding on to your hands while you rock your feet back and forth, shifting your weight and the bed starts squeaking.

Peter’s expression is serious, wanting to help you with your plan and making sure you don’t fall again, but you can’t help but giggle at the whole situation.

He grins when he hears your laugh, the crinkles by his eyes becoming more pronounced. You don’t even care about what MJ thinks anymore, Peter never cared about what she said in the first place, or at least not for the same reasons as you. He was simply embarrassed for a few days while you didn’t like anyone making fun of Peter.

You’d feel stupid just stopping now though. Plus, it’s already fun and you haven’t even really started yet. Anything you do with Peter is fun.

“Is that loud enough?” You wonder.

Peter starts moving too, the headboard now drumming against the wall and MJ has to hear that.

“Okay, don’t stop, I’ll put on some porn.”

“What was that for again?”

“The moans.”

“That’ll sound unrealistic,” he says.

“Well I’m not about to start moaning in front of you and MJ— ah,” you slap a hand over your mouth after Peter tickles you by your neck and you moan, dropping your phone.

“What the fuck?” You whisper-shout at him.

“I mean, it worked.”

You squint and pull at Peter’s hair, and a moan comes bubbling from his throat. He immediately blushes and looks surprised, “How did you know that would make me moan?” He questions.

“Lucky guess,” you shrug, happy that all the times you imagined pulling Peter’s hair hadn’t been some unrealistic fantasy, he really does like that.

“How did you know I moan when someone tickles me?” You ask now, not remembering that Peter knew that embarrassing fact about you.

“A few months ago we were studying together and then at some point we ended up tickling each other and you moaned and I got so hard and— um,” his eyes go wide when he realises he should have stopped talking before that last revelation.

He’s stopped bouncing on the bed and you just stare at each other.

You don’t know what’s stopping you from kissing him right now. He’s made it clear how attracted to you he is, you have zero doubt that he likes you back.

But he’s become such a good friend, and you’re scared of ruining this beautiful friendship.

“We need to continue or MJ will think you’re bad in bed,” is the only thing you can say and the moment of intimacy is over.

“I don’t care what MJ think— uh,” his face reddens more when the moan escapes his mouth, “I thought you were supposed to moan, not me.”

“It’ll sound better if we both do. Now try tickling me again, but I don’t know if it’ll work when I’m expecting you to— oh fuck,” you slap your hand over your mouth again. You can’t help it.

Peter’s smile becomes cocky even though he’s still embarrassed.

You roll your eyes in playful annoyance, giving Peter the heads up to tickle you more; it does the job, after all.

Peter can’t stop fucking grinning while he tickles your neck, your belly, under your arms and you have to moan every single time his fingers touch you there.

A few giggles come out too between the moans, but you’ve long forgotten to care about making MJ think you’re having sex when Peter is touching you.

He won’t stop tickling you as you giggle and moan, and you end up falling on the bed, limbs tangled and his hand still under your shirt from tickling your tummy.

He retrieves his hand from under your shirt and that motion alone makes you moan—right in his face.

There’s not even an inch between your faces, and when Peter finally kisses you, you feel like you’re going to explode from happiness.

His lips push against yours—his whole body pushes against yours and you bury your hands in his hair, making him moan.

You smile into the kiss, your heart beating against your ribcage the whole time.

You’re both panting, and apart from your breathing, your tongues meeting is the only thing you can hear. It’s just a kiss but it’s so dirty, you quickly feel a puddle forming in your underwear.

Even Peter is out of breath and has to force himself to pull his lips away from yours, but you bite his lower lip and pull him back in.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, and this time you really need to pause to catch your breath or you might pass out.

You notice how Peter never fully pulled his hand away, and it’s slipped down to your front, between your hips, “I mean, that is another way to make me moan,” you tease.

He lifts his hand quickly, “S-sorry, I didn’t realise.”

You smile, “That’s okay.”

Seeing his Adam’s apple bob up and down once, his eyes—full of hope— searching yours for a similar feeling, you ask, “Pete, do you like me?”

He blows air out of his nose and nods, smiling, “I do. I like you a whole lot.”

“Good,” you beam, your hands moving to the back of his neck to pull his face closer to yours again, so your lips can meet.

The atmosphere has changed, and while you’re grinning from joy, you feel nothing but the need to feel Peter inside of you.

You wrap your legs around his waist and roll on top of him, “You wanna do this?”

“Been waiting so fucking long for this to happen,” he says, ripping off his shirt.

Your hands glide over his chest as he lifts and repositions you on top of him, and you end up with his cock right against your pussy and you both gasp.

“Get this off,” you pull at his belt and get up to take off everything that you have on as quickly as possible.

When Peter’s trousers are off and he’s fully naked, you stop to stare at him and take a deep breath. He looks so good. You can’t wait to see how much better he looks when he cums.

He whines when he sees that you’re not fully naked yet and pulls you onto your bed to help take off the rest of your clothes.

He has no time to appreciate your naked body because you immediately straddle him, hovering over his lap as you take his cock and line it up with your pussy, rubbing it through your folds while you barely manage to stay quiet.

Peter sits up to be closer to you, hands running up and your back, your chest against his.

You sink down on his cock fully, your pussy swallowing him whole and Peter rests his head against your chest, “I’m not gonna last long. You feel like heaven,” he whispers.

Your fingers find his chin and lift his face. You arch your back and feel him go even deeper inside you as your lips meet in a bruising kiss.

With your hands on his shoulders, you slowly push Peter’s upper body back on the mattress.

You take his hands and place them on your tits as you start riding him.

You’re bouncing up and down, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over as your wetness pools between you two, your clit throbbing.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you moan, taking one of Peter’s hands off your breasts and pushing his hand between your legs. You keep it there as you continue rocking your body back and forth, your high approaching quickly.

You’re gasping with pleasure as you listen to the sound of your wet pussy around Peter’s dick, and your skin slapping against his again and again.

You accidentally lift your hips too high and Peter slips out of you just as your orgasm drowns you in waves of pleasure, but you shamelessly keep grinding against him, rubbing your pussy on his cock.

Just as you start to slow down, thoroughly fucked out from that one orgasm full of months of bottled up tension and anticipation, Peter grips your hips—hard—and rocks you against his lap a few more seconds until he cums, streaks of his pleasure shooting across his abs while his mouth hangs open in bliss.

His hips buck up against you one last time as you both come down from your highs, out of breath and skin glowing.

“Fuck, Pete, that was so hot,” you mumble as you collapse against his side and he catches you with ease, wrapping his arms around you, “You look so pretty when you cum,” you kiss his nose and he blushes.

“You look prettier…” he trails off and you both look up as you hear footsteps in front of your door, paired with MJ’s voice.

You both notice too late to stop her.

“Okay, I know you two are faking it,” she opens the door, “there’s no way Peter can last that long— ahh!” She screams and bangs the door shut.

You sag back against Peter, quietly giggling into his neck.

“Shit, sorry— I should have heard her,” Peter frowns.

“Don’t worry, it’s not the first time she’s seen me naked. I think she screamed because she saw you naked,” you say.

Peter lowers his chin to his chest, raising his eyebrows and looks at you, questioningly.

“We live together. It’s happened once or twice,” you explain.

“So if I stay here will I get to see you naked too?”

“Peter I’m literally naked next to you right now,” you laugh.

“Oh yeah,” he giggles, hands gliding up the side of your thighs, your hips and your waist and eventually his thumb finds your nipple as he starts playing with it, marvelling at your goddess-like form.

“You’re adorable,” you peck his lips, “You wanna take a shower together?”

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An hour or so later you two find yourselves in front of MJ’s room, ready to apologise that she had to see that but instead she gives Peter a speech about how she expects him to treat you—her best friend— right.

You look at Peter and see the guilt on his face, “Should we tell her that we’re not—”

“Just friends? Yeah, I think she’s seen enough to convince her that you are my boyfriend.”

You can tell Peter wants more, but you figured since you haven’t explicitly told him that you like him back, he thought it was just sex and wouldn’t ask for more if that’s all you wanted.

Peter beams at you, grin brighter than you’ve ever seen. He lifts your intertwined fingers to softly kiss the back of your hand.

You giggle and— “I’ve seen enough today, you’re banned from my room,” MJ gets up and closes her door as you and Peter take a step back.

You look at him and smile; you don’t let go of each other’s hands as you go back to your room to cuddle up and finally get to be with each other how you’ve wanted to for so long.

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Can I just fucking say I am the biggest sucker for these two?! They have easily become my weakness & hold the softest place in my heart. A kiss so intimate it rivaled all others. When a sentence says a thousand emotions?! YEAH YOU DID THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was soooooooooooo wild while reading this! HER WORDS TO HIM!!! She has such a profound effect on him! (Vice versa to be honest)

I love how much Rafe loves the little names (Baby) 🥺

"I'm gonna fuck you now. Is that okay with you?" - I FEEL YOU RAFE MY SOUL LEFT MY FUCKING BODY READING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I get it, I feel the same way, I need you just as badly, I can't get enough of you. I am so fucking soft for them I cannot breathe!!!!!! 🥵🤯😱🫣🤭

The entire paragraph of her coming to terms with her LEGIT feelings for him while Rafe also admits that to himself?! Both of them just diving in head first with NO CLUE what they're doing but knowing the feeling they have is SO STRONG AND POWERFUL that they're willing to risk it all and let go and actually fall for each other. I MEAN. I AM JUST. I JUST. WOWWWWW. I AM A MESS. They love each other so fucking much. (Really, I am SO sorry to quote Aladdin but literally A WHOLE NEW WORLDDDDDD) 😂😅💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

I got a real good cute chuckle at his eagerness and his temporary lapse of being able to do a "Simple Task" lol remember where condoms were. 🥲😅

She gave him an amused smile and she leaned over to reach for the wooden box. The variety of choices made her hold back a laugh. Of course. Of course he had flavors and colors and textures and even latex free options. As she reached for one of the less dramatic looking packets, she noticed something that piqued her interest. She decided to save that bit of information for later though. She needed him too badly now.

LMAO RAFE, I AM STRAIGHT UP DYING! THIS MOTHER FUCKER WOULD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤣😭Flavors and colors and textures. He so so so so so would. I love how you wrote this. I love THAT you wrote this. Hahaha it fits his lil douchey (affectionate) personality perfectly. God this was too good, I am still laughing bestie. BUT what is this little detail she noticed?! What piqued her interest!? I NEED TO KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She got back on top of him, lowering her body until she was face to face with his dick. She could see how shiny and sticky his tip was and she did something that had him gasping. She licked the precum off his tip and he swore he blacked out for a second. He had to have. She was evil for that. How can she expect a man to deal when she does things like that? That knock him off his axis every fucking time. Fuck.

She smirked at his reaction and decided it was entirely too fun to pass up on an opportunity to tease him just a liiittle more. Just a tiny bit. He didn't like the look on her face, she was scheming. And oh God she was wrapping her lips around him. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! "Fuck!" That last one escaped him and she sucked on his head in response. His eyes rolled back, the leather of the belt digging into his wrists as he pulled; desperately wanting to touch her. Fuck. He was so gone.

^ GIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL. I do not mean to copy and paste so much but HOLY FUCK I THINK MY SOUL LEFT MY BODY. Girl what are you doing to me?! I have read this so many times. it's so got. Poor rafe is just losing his god damn mind. WOW. JUST WOW.

AND THEN WHEN HE FINALLY GETS WHAT HE WANTS. I AM NOT OKAY! She takes the restraints off! He's all fluffy and shes kissing all the red marks?! THE TEARS. WHY AM I SO TURNED ON BY THIS. NOT OKAYYYY. (I mean really, moreeeeeeeeeeeeeeee than okay) 💖

GOD HOW DO YOU WRITE SUCH THINGS?! Girl, I am losing my mind, it's all so so so so so beautiful. You do such a good job of explaining their chemistry!

he swore he would lay his life down for her if she asked. - FRANTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rafe finally getting to touch and hold her! (FUCK, hold me while a sob)

THE CHOKING, LITERALLY DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED. Truly, cant even. ☠️

But he wanted to wait for her, for permission. - GOOD FUCKING BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone has learned their lesson.

His eyes wide as she took two fingers into her mouth, running her tongue all over them. - LITERALLY NO WORDS. FUCK ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

OH MY GOD THE END. SUB SPACE. Truly part 3 is just incredible. The ending was so so so so so so forth the build up. ( I mean arguably the build up was the best, just saying💖)

This was absolutely amazing is every possible way and I will be reading it over and over and over bestie. Love love love love 🥰🥰🥰🥰

The Sounds of a Good Boy: The Punishment of a Bad Boy (part 3)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: After taking his punishment like a good boy, Rafe is finally rewarded.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: SMUT (18+), sub!Rafe, dom!Reader, bondage, choking kink, oral (m receiving), praise kink, mention of subspace

Authors Note: This is the last part of the second chapter of The Sounds of a Good Boy. Do let me know what you think about this story and if you'd like more chapters of it!

You can catch up on the first two parts here: Part 1 Part 2

My work is my own; it’s not to be copied, transferred or translated.

Happy reading! 🥰

The Punishment of a Bad Boy (part 3)

She climbed up on his body, kissing him deep and slow. A kiss so intimate it rivaled all others. Her tongue against his, lips bruising, touch on his skin burning. He pulled against the belt needing to pull her close, to hold her against him; to show her how much he loved being with her. She knew though. Of course she did.

"You did so good for me, baby." She whispered against his lips, a moan leaving him. Her eyes met his and she could see joy in them. Joy that she called him baby again, joy that he was good for her and she was pleased with him, joy that she was making him the luckiest man in the world by simply being close to him.

She ran her fingers over his cheeks, a dimple appearing as a smile spread over his face. She was just as giddy as he was. But there was something more there. Like it wasn't enough anymore, like they needed to feel each other completely. Their faces turned serious, looking into each other's eyes. A silent understanding passing between them. They needed everything. All of it. Never enough. Needing each other more than they needed anything else in their entire lives. Like every moment in their wild, albeit short shared history, had led to this. Something more than either of them ever expected. But they wanted nothing more than to just give in.

"I'm gonna fuck you now. Is that okay with you?" She smiled at him, feeling silly about her own question. His breath caught in his throat though. He couldn't find amusement in the moment because he was on the precipice of getting all he's ever wanted - all of her. And God he was speechless. Her smile turned into a soft one, seeing his reaction. She cupped his cheek and kissed him again: sweet and deep. Calming him down, firing him up. Like she was trying to communicate with her kiss and say; I get it, I feel the same way, I need you just as badly, I can't get enough of you.

Words were never her strong suit when it came to feelings that were deep. And none had been deeper than the ones she had for him. A fact. She couldn't deny it anymore. She had caught feelings. And she knew it deep in her bones, in her soul - that he had too. He had to. There was no way she was alone in this when he was looking at her like that. And of course he did. He knew it. He knew it and he didn't care how scary the prospect of falling was, he didn't feel fear with her, not ever. He wanted to be a man worthy of her love too. He knew he'd never be the same again. And he was happy about that realization.

"Baby. I need you to talk to me." Her voice snapped him out of his head. "Yes. Green. Please." She chuckled at his desperate eagerness and he couldn't help but laugh too. "Do you have a condom?" She asked, running her fingers through his hair. He nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, um..." he was trying to remember where they were, too dazed for a very simple task apparently. She was patient. "In the box on the nightstand." He finally spoke.

She gave him an amused smile and she leaned over to reach for the wooden box. The variety of choices made her hold back a laugh. Of course. Of course he had flavors and colors and textures and even latex free options. As she reached for one of the less dramatic looking packets, she noticed something that piqued her interest. She decided to save that bit of information for later though. She needed him too badly now.

She got back on top of him, lowering her body until she was face to face with his dick. She could see how shiny and sticky his tip was and she did something that had him gasping. She licked the precum off his tip and he swore he blacked out for a second. He had to have. She was evil for that. How can she expect a man to deal when she does things like that? That knock him off his axis every fucking time. Fuck.

She smirked at his reaction and decided it was entirely too fun to pass up on an opportunity to tease him just a liiittle more. Just a tiny bit. He didn't like the look on her face, she was scheming. And oh God she was wrapping her lips around him. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! "Fuck!" That last one escaped him and she sucked on his head in response. His eyes rolled back, the leather of the belt digging into his wrists as he pulled; desperately wanting to touch her. Fuck. He was so gone.

She bobbed on his cock a few times as curses left him. The taste of him against her tongue quickly addicting. She had never liked the taste before. But then again, she never tasted him before. She pulled off him with a pop that drew a groan out from deep within his chest. His eyes were wild, pupils blown; he looked like a wild animal tied up for her. The look of pure desire making her draw in a sharp breath, suddenly, no longer in the mood for games.

She opened the packet and rolled the condom onto him as he watched, breathing heavy. The anticipation was killing him. She kissed his tip and made a trail of kisses up his body until they finally met his in a dizzying kiss. She positioned him at her entrance and he could feel himself holding his breath. Her eyes met his and she held his gaze as she slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him all the way, deep inside her heat. The sound he let out was one she swore she would never forget. He was putty under her, needy, happy, desperate, fluttery, so fucking turned on having her walls wrapped around him at last.

The feeling of him filling her up completely, so deep and hard and she could feel herself clench around him. Whimpers left his lips at the feeling and she couldn't help but rock her hips against him. Needing to feel him in every way she could.

Connected fully, bodies as close as can be, joining together, symphony of moans and grunts and whimpers, flushed sweaty skin against skin, nerves lighting up like fireworks, taste of tongue against tongue, her hand wrapping around his neck again, his own fighting the restraints. The pain from his wrists made a hiss leave him and she pulled back to look at him immediately. She could tell he was struggling, he wanted to touch her, to feel her, hold her close. He had been good for her. She decided to put him out of his misery - perhaps selfishly wanting his touch too.

She reached up to undo the belt and release his hands from the restraints. His wrists were red from all the pulling and she rubbed them comfortingly, laying a kiss on his irritated skin. He gulped at the action, the tenderness, the fact that she was letting him go, trusting him. He could feel a single tear escape him and she noticed it too. She kissed the wet trail on his face and pulled her hips up until he was at her entrance again, and as she pulled back to look into his eyes, she lowered herself back on him. His moans were music to her ears. He tested the waters by gently wrapping his arms around her, just to hold her. She kissed him and started bouncing on his cock and he swore he would lay his life down for her if she asked.

His hands wrapped gently into her hair, kissing her back with all the power he could muster; trying to tell her how he feels without using words because he couldn't. She rode him faster as she kissed him, swallowing his moans, making them her own.

His hands were exploring her, touch so gentle she wanted to sigh; he was showing her he was still under her control, only wanting to feel her skin against his fingertips. She kissed down his neck and sucked on his skin; marking him up. He wouldn't complain, he was already hers. She faced him again, noses touching, wrapping her hand around his throat again and feeling him twitch inside her. She squeezed a little, drawing out a pathetic whimper from his lips and she clenched around him at the sound - in turn driving him crazier.

They were both aware they wouldn't last long. But it didn't matter. The only thing that did was that they were as close as two people could be, that they felt so fucking good together.

She rode him faster now, squeezing his neck a little tighter still, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, overwhelmed. She released the pressure, kissing him again. "What's your color?" She asked against his lips. "Green." His voice was high and he was panting hard. So close to the edge. But he wanted to wait for her, for permission.

She squeezed his neck again and sped up her hips, her clit rubbing against his skin with every grind and she couldn't hold back the quiet moans from leaving her. "Are you close?" He nodded. "Y-yeah. Yeah." She kissed him again and mumbled against his lips "Mmm, me too, baby."

He moaned at that, grasping her hips a little tighter just to ground himself, to not lose it. She grabbed his cheeks in one hand. "Open." He obeyed without question and as her spit hit his tongue he almost came right then. "Swallow." He did as he was told, looking right into her eyes. She clenched around him at the sight. He's was so fucking hot.

She sat up, the new angle making them both moan. As she rode him she wrapped her hand around his neck again and felt his groan under her palm as she squeezed, this time a little tighter. He swore she was destroying any sense of control he had left. She took one of his hands in her own leading it up to her lips. His eyes wide as she took two fingers into her mouth, running her tongue all over them. He was so fucking close he could barely breathe.

She took his fingers out of her mouth with a popping sound that went straight to his dick. She took his other hand and placed it against her boob, giving him permission to play with her, as she led his other hand down over her body; lower and lower until he knew what she wanted. She led his fingers to her clit and he eagerly obliged. Rubbing circles against her sensitive nub, bringing her closer and closer to the edge while his other hand pinched her nipple and kneaded the soft flesh.

She moaned and started bouncing on him harder, hitting her g spot with every bounce. His fingers on her lighting her on fire; her hand around his throat having him nearing the peak. She leaned down and kissed him; a life shattering kiss that had his legs shaking, trying not to cum before she told him to. And then she did.

"Cum with me, baby boy." Her words pushing him off the edge right as her walls started clenching down on his cock uncontrollably, painfully, deliciously. They maintained eye contact as best they could as they climaxed together, like it was meant to be. His moans were loud and her thighs shook against him, but she kept riding their highs out - not really sure how she managed not to pass out herself. Pure adrenaline leading her movements. She kissed him again and he wrapped his arms around her holding her close to him as the last of their climax washed over them.

She collapsed on top of him as soon as it was over; panting hard trying to catch her breath. She was still clenching around him involuntarily and he let out whimpers at the feeling. She broke out of her daze at the sounds, managing to pull herself up just enough to look at him. "You okay?" She whispered. He looked out of it. Like he wasn't even in the room.

She frowned and slowly pulled herself up, pulling him out of her and taking the now full condom off him carefully. She wrapped it and tossed it onto his nightstand and leaned down to cup his face. "Baby? You okay?" Her voice had a slight note of worry. His eyes kept running all over the room; never settling on anything, like he wasn't present, wasn't taking in anything.

She kissed him tenderly and as she pulled back his eyes were finally on hers, a far away look in them. "What's going on, Rafe?" She asked. He swallowed, as if trying to find a way to speak, like he didn't remember how. He mumbled something she couldn't understand.

"What was that?" She cupped his cheeks and forced him to look at her again after his eyes started closing. "Feel floaty." He mumbled out quietly and it finally hit her.

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit! She knew what this was. She heard about it, read about it, but she never saw it happen first hand. She ran her thumb over his cheek as she laid on her side, pressed up against him leaning on her elbow. Keeping a gentle, reassuring touch on him, waiting for him to come back to her. She felt all funny inside, she never expected him to go into subspace. But he was. Holy shit.

She kept running her fingers over his skin tenderly, staying close, making sure he felt her grounding touch when he found his way back into the room. Several minutes passed before he started blinking, slowly coming to. His tired eyes finally focused and when he saw her there he smiled. She gave him a smile back and leaned over to place a sweet kiss on his lips. "Welcome back, sweet boy." She whispered. He looked a bit disoriented, like he didn't understand what just happened.

"What was that?" His voice was gravelly, her hand meeting his cheek in a comforting caress. "I'm pretty sure you went into subspace." He furrowed his brow, the words she was speaking didn't make any sense. "What?"

"It's a state of mind that subs sometimes go into after an intense experience." He looked thoughtful now, thinking it over.

"How did it feel?" He looked up at her, slowly trying to form his thoughts into words. "Strange. Like I was floating in the air, like I wasn't in my body anymore."

She was nodding along with his words. "Was it scary?" He shook his head. "No. No. It felt... it felt nice? Like I was just feeling all these good things but I didn't have any thoughts to process. Like I was just feeling good." She was nodding along, a small smile on her lips. "It felt good, then?" He noded. "That's good. I'm glad." She kissed his cheek and he couldn't help but smile. He was blushing a little, still trying to process the foreign experience. But he felt safe with her. Always safe with her.

She laid kisses all over his face, causing him to giggle. She smiled, pulling back, just looking at him. He was so fucking beautiful and she was so fucking smitten. He smiled up at her, looking so happy it made her stomach flutter. He reached a hand up, cupping her cheek gently, eyes on hers. He leaned up and kissed her lips, so sweet, so tender.

He pulled away and asked her a question that made her heart skip. "Will you hold me?" She nodded, arranging them so she was wrapped around him, holding him close, warm and safe in her embrace. His nose nuzzled into her neck and he kissed her skin gently. She was running her fingers through his hair, placing kisses to the top of his head. She thought he had fallen asleep when he suddenly moved, slowly pulling her head down with a careful hand, and laying a tender kiss on her forehead.

She was thrown off balance for the umpteenth time that night. He gave her an adorable, sleepy smile and settled back into her chest. And as his soft snores finally filled the room, she was still thinking about that kiss and how it was possible to feel so fucking warm from such a small touch of lips against her skin.

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