#Tyler x male reader turning red

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Summary: Sami figures out why you and Jey hate him, and gives you a different kind of attention you both have been craving.

warnings: smut, male, female receiving, top!sami, bottom reader, bottom jey.

pairings: Sami Zayn x fem!Black!Reader x Jey Uso

word count: 6,306

timeline: before war-games 2022

tagged: @southerngirl41@venusesworld@jeysbae@reci1996@tbones450 @steakwithasideofmashngravy @hope4more @selena-tyler-564@saintaquarius@whatdoeseverybodywant@raya-hunter01

a/n: I am sorry for this, just want to say that in advance. Samijey is 😩 Hope ya'll enjoy!

Sami were sure that you and Jey had never hated anyone in your life more than you hated him.

Which is why he knew it was gonna be hard when Roman told him you and Jey were his responsibility, and as the Honorary Uce, needed to watch over you guys.

Sami tried, god did he try. But he just didn't know why you and Jey hated him. Jey would constantly undermine him, get into arguments with him, and the tension between them could always end in a fight.

You, on the other hand, didn't share that same anger. You just simply ignored him. If Sami asked you to do something, such as not attack other women, you would go and do the complete opposite. You didn't get angry with him, but somehow the silence was even more infuriating to Sami. It was like you didn't care about anything he said or did.

Which made Sami confused when Roman handed him a bag and keycard that opened the door to a luxurious suite in the finest hotel in town.

Sami blushed when he opened the bag and quickly closed it, gaping at Roman with a a mix of surprise and confusion. "What's all this for?" Sami stammered, glancing between the bag and Roman.

Roman smirked, crossing his arms. "For you, Jey and Y/N," he replied.

Sami couldn't help but feel skeptical, given the history of animosity. "But they hate me?"

Roman laughed at Sami's comment. "They don't hate you. They like you a little too much, and that's why they are acting like this. They don't want to seem weak, so they put up a tough exterior."

Roman's words puzzled Sami. He couldn't comprehend how being liked could translate into such hostility. Still, the prospect of a luxurious suite and Roman's assurance intrigued him. And Sami liked the both of you and wanted to make things better.

Sami raised an eyebrow, still unsure. "So, why the hotel suite?"

Roman grinned, enjoying Sami's confusion. "To get rid of all the sexual tension between the three of you."

Sami's eyes widened as he processed Roman's words. He stammered, "Wait, what? Sexual tension?"

Roman chuckled, clearly finding amusement in Sami's reaction. "Look, I can see it, and so can everyone else. You and Jey are practically at each other's throats, and Y/N is being quiet because she finds you intriguing, and doesn't wanna embarrass herself. The sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. So, I thought a little getaway might help relieve some of that tension and bring you three closer together."

Sami's face turned several shades of red as he processed Roman's words. "You're suggesting a getaway to… what, exactly?" Sami couldn't deny the chemistry between him, you and Jey, but he never thought it was perceived as sexual tension. The idea of a hotel suite to resolve such matters left him bewildered.

Roman smirked knowingly. "Just relax, Sami. Have a great night, and when I see the three of you tomorrow I want there to be no more hostility. And that's an order, Sami."

With that, Roman beckoned Sami out of his office, and Sami stood there, still trying to wrap his head around Roman's unexpected directive. As he walked out of Roman's office, he clutched the bag and keycard in his hands, contemplating the surreal situation he found himself in.

He made his way to the luxurious suite, wondering how exactly this getaway was supposed to dissolve the tension between him, Jey, and you. Sami hesitated before using the keycard to open the door, half-expecting a prank or some kind of setup.

Upon entering, Sami was taken aback by the opulence of the suite. The room was adorned with lavish furnishings, and the atmosphere screamed extravagance. He couldn't help but think, "How is this going to solve anything?"

As Sami explored the suite, he noticed three separate bedrooms, each with its own ensuite bathroom. He saw you and Jey talking in one of the bedrooms, the tension palpable even from a distance. Sami hesitated, unsure of how to approach the situation.

You and Jey glanced at Sami as he entered the room, the air thick with awkwardness. You stopped talking and cleared your throat, while Jey glared at Sami, standing up and crossing his arms. "What are you doing here? Roman's supposed to room with us." Jey grumbled.

Sami, still processing the unexpected turn of events, stammered, "Uh, Roman said this suite is for all three of us. He's rooming with Solo and Jimmy, so uh, sorry about that."

Sami was trying to finds signs that the two of you liked him more than you let on. He set the bag down before addressing the tension between them.

"Look, I know things have been rocky between us, but Roman said we need to get along, so we might as well make the best of this situation." Sami didn't mention the sexual tension part, but acknowledged the need to address the tension.

Jey scofffed and folded his arms, clearly not thrilled with the idea. "I ain't one for playing nice, but if Roman wants it, fine. Just stay out of my way."

With that, Jey glared at Sami one last time before going to the bathroom, leaving you and Sami in awkward silence.

Sami turned to you, his expression a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. "And you?" he asked, trying to gauge your reaction.

You met Sami's gaze, a subtle smirk playing on your lips. "I don't mind playing nice," you replied, your tone suggesting a hint of mischief. "But you'll have to keep up, Sami."

Sami couldn't help but chuckle nervously at your response. "I'll do my best," he said, a bit more at ease knowing that at least one of you seemed open to the idea.

You quickly went back to being silent though. It wasn't your fault, it was Sami's fault because of that damn shirt he was wearing. The shirt was tight, accentuating his muscles, and you found it distracting. Sami noticed your sudden silence and couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and self-consciousness.

Sami cleared his throat, attempting to break the awkward silence. "So, um, what do you guys want to do? I mean, Roman did get us this fancy suite, might as well enjoy it, right?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, your eyes nervously still fixed on Sami. If you didn't leave in the next 5 seconds, you were gonna jump his bones. "You know what, Jey was right. Just stay out of my way." You got up to go to the bathroom, leaving Sami standing there, bewildered by your abrupt dismissal.

Was that a blush on your face as you walked away? Sami couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and intrigue. He glanced over at Jey, who was emerging from the bathroom with a scowl on his face.

"Great, now you've scared her off," Jey muttered, shooting a glare at Sami.

Sami, still trying to process the situation, defended himself. "I didn't do anything! She just… left."

Jey rolled his eyes. "Sure, whatever. Just stay out of my way, and we won't have any problems."

As the tension lingered in the air, Sami realized that Roman's plan might be more challenging to execute than he initially thought. The luxurious surroundings did little to ease the palpable discomfort between the three of them.

Sami decided to take a moment to gather his thoughts. He needed to prove his theory that you both liked him, so he changed into a more revealing shirt, and shorts, hoping to gauge your reactions.

When he came out of the bathroom, he didn't miss the way Jey's eyes widened slightly, and your gaze lingered for a moment before you averted your eyes. Sami couldn't help but smirk, feeling a small sense of victory.

Jey raised an eyebrow, trying to appear unimpressed. "Why the hell you wearing shorts in a hotel suite?" Jey grumbled.

Sami shrugged casually. "Just trying to be comfortable, Uce. Roman did say we're here to relax and get along, right?"

Jey scoffed, trying not to let his eyes linger to Sami's ass. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don't make this any weirder than it already is."

You licked your lips nervously, your eyes flickering between Sami and Jey. The tension in the room seemed to shift, taking on a different, more charged quality. Sami, feeling a bit emboldened by the reactions he was getting, decided to take a playful approach.

"Well, since we're supposed to get along and all," Sami grinned, "how about we make the most of this fancy suite? Maybe order some room service, watch a movie, or, you know, just enjoy the amenities."

Jey sighed, clearly not thrilled with the idea but willing to go along with Roman's directive. "Fine, whatever. But I'm not sharing my food."

"Not even with me?" You pouted playfully, and Jey's eyes softened at your playful expression. Sami couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as it seemed like the atmosphere was starting to lighten up, even if just a little.

"Only with you though. Not this fucking fool." And there goes the sexual tension, Sami thought to himself. He chuckled, realizing that Roman might have been onto something after all.

"I'll grab the food." Jey announced, standing up and heading towards the door to get room service. If he spent another second in the room with Sami and you, he was afraid things might escalate in a way he didn't want them to. And he hated himself for that.

As Jey left, Sami turned to you with a frown. "Why does he act like that? I mean, it's like he's on edge all the time."

You shrugged, nervously watching the door as Jey left. "Jey's always been a bit intense. Takes time to warm up to people, I guess." Sami noticed your leg bouncing restlessly, a sign of unease. Without thinking, he placed his hand on your leg, attempting to offer some comfort. You looked at his hand on your leg, the heat and intensity in your gaze catching Sami off guard.

"I think I'm gonna help Jey get some food." You tried to run away for the second time, but this time Sami was quick to catch your arm gently.

"Wait, Y/N! Can you please stop running away from me when I feel like we make progress?" You paused, looking at Sami with a mix of surprise and vulnerability. Sami could see the internal struggle in your eyes.

"I'm not running away," you insisted, your tone defensive. "I just don't like you."

Sami scoffed, releasing your arm but maintaining eye contact. "Oh really? Then why the nervous glances and the pouting earlier? And don't think I didn't notice the way you looked at me just now."

"Don't flatter yourself Sami. How was I even looking at you just now?" you retorted, crossing your arms and trying to regain composure.

Sami leaned in, a serious expression on his face."Like you wanted me to do something you wouldn't admit out loud."

Your cheeks flushed, and took a step back, a mix of defiance and uncertainty in your eyes. "I hate you, and that's never going to change."

Sami couldn't help but smirk, seeing through your attempt at defiance. "That's not what Roman said." Sami moved closer, the tension between you two palpable. "And I'm starting to believe him."

You pulled away abruptly, the intensity of the moment catching you off guard. "Whatever Roman said doesn't matter. I don't care what he thinks," you muttered, avoiding Sami's gaze.

Sami chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "God, you and Jey are so fucking stubborn."

You bristled at his comment. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Sami grinned, his playful demeanor returning. "It means you both run away whenever you feel like you are not in control."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms defiantly. "I do not run away!"

"You were just about to when I stopped you," Sami pointed out, his tone teasing.

"No, I was gonna help Jey with the food," you retorted, sticking to your defense.

Sami raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sure, sure. Because running to Jey is definitely not a way to avoid dealing with this." He paused, studying your reaction.

"Shut your mouth!" You grabbed Sami by the collar and stared at him, a mixture of frustration and something else in your eyes. Sami couldn't help but notice the sudden change in the atmosphere, the fiery intensity replacing the previous tension.

Sami, now closer to you, felt the heat radiating between you two. The air was charged with a different kind of energy, a magnetic pull that neither of you could deny. He could sense the internal struggle within you, the conflict between the proclaimed hatred and the underlying tension. "Shut your mouth."

Sami licked his lips, his gaze locked with yours. "Stop running away from this."

You breathed heavily, your grip on Sami's collar tightening. "Stop saying that!" You tightened your grip on his collar, your eyes narrowing in frustration. Sami, sensing the intensity of the moment, couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline.

In that charged silence, Sami decided to take a risk and push you a bit more. "Why? That's what you do. You run away from things that make you uncomfortable."

"Shut. Your Mouth." You paused, your lips dangerously close to Sami's. The room felt like it was closing in, the air thick with a tension that neither of you could escape.

"It's in your blood. Running from things that you hate."

"Stop..." you whispered, your tone low and filled with a mix of anger and something Sami couldn't quite place.

Sami could feel a breakthrough coming, and knew he couldn't stop pushing until he got some answers. "Why? You hate me, so why should what I say matter to you?"

"Because I'm fucking attracted to you, okay-" You stopped breathing when you realized what you admitted. Sami's eyes widened, registering the shock and vulnerability in your confession. The room seemed to freeze for a moment as the weight of your words hung in the air.

You let go of Sami's collar, taking a step back, your face flushed with embarrassment. Sami, still processing your confession, couldn't believe what he just heard.

"You… what?" Sami stammered, a mix of surprise and realization crossing his face.

"I said it. Are you happy now?" You snapped, your previous defiance replaced with a sense of vulnerability.

Sami, still in shock, managed to mumble, "I… I didn't expect that."

"Well, now you know. So, can we drop it and go back to pretending we hate each other?" You tried to regain control of the situation, avoiding eye contact with Sami.

Sami, however, couldn't ignore the bombshell you just dropped. "No, wait. Y/N, are you serious?"

You sighed, frustration evident in your expression. "Yes, Sami. I hate that I'm attracted to you, but there, I said it. Happy now?"

Yes, Sami was actually happy. Very happy. And he wasn't gonna let you run away from him this time. He saw the signs of you about to succumb to the tension, and he wasn't about to let it slip away.

Sami took a step closer to you, his eyes now filled with a newfound confidence. "Then do something about it."

You looked at Sami with a mixture of surprise and defiance. Your confidence was shaky at Sami's bluntness. Now it was you who was stuttering. "I-I'm sorry… What?"

Sami smirked at your stunned expression. "You heard me. If you're attracted to me, stop running away and do something about it."

He was giving you control of the situation, challenging you to act on your admission. The room seemed to pulsate with the unresolved tension between you and Sami. You hesitated, your mind racing, but something in Sami's gaze urged you to confront the feelings you had been suppressing.

As you gathered your thoughts, Sami took another step closer, closing the distance between you two. His eyes bore into yours with a mixture of intensity and anticipation. "I won't let you run away this time, Y/N."

You took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to face what was happening. "I can't believe I'm doing this," you muttered under your breath, more to yourself than to Sami.

Sami chuckled, a hint of triumph in his expression. "Hey, you said it yourself. You're attracted to me. No shame in admitting it."

Rolling your eyes, you decided to seize the moment. You closed the gap between you and Sami, surprising him as you pressed your lips against his. The kiss was a mixture of pent-up tension, frustration, and an unexpected surge of desire.

Sami, taken aback by your bold move, quickly reciprocated. The room seemed to fade away as you both surrendered to the magnetic pull between you. The initial fiery intensity softened into something more passionate, and for a moment, the history of animosity vanished.

You groaned in pleasure as your fantasies came true as Sami reciprocated the kiss, his hands finding their way to your waist.

The tension that had built up between you two finally found its release in that electrifying moment. The kiss became an exploration of shared desire, and it seemed like all the animosity that existed between you and Sami was being used in a much more pleasurable way.

"What the hell going on?" Jey's voice made Sami break the kiss in a panic, not knowing how he was going to react. You, on the other hand, gave Jey a knowing look and pulled Sami into a heated embrace. Sami, still catching his breath, looked at Jey with a mix of surprise and defiance.

Jey stood there, his eyes narrowing as he processed the unexpected scene before him. "What the hell, Y/N?" he exclaimed, clearly caught off guard. His lower half heated up at the sight of the two of you entwined in a passionate kiss. Sami, still holding you close, tried to gauge Jey's reaction, unsure of what would come next.

You broke the kiss, your gaze shifting between Sami and Jey. "Well, Roman did say to get along, right?" you quipped, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Jey was trying not to blow his load right then and there. So he switched back to anger, crossing his arms and scowling. "Y/N…"

But you could see right through him. "Jey, it's fine. It's okay. Sami understands." You gave Sami a reassuring smile, silently communicating that you were in control of the situation. "Come sit on the bed with us."

Jey's scowl deepened, his eyes flickering between you and Sami. "Y/N, I aint think I should-"

"Sit on the bed, Jey." Your voice turned commanding, leaving no room for argument. Jey, despite his initial resistance, found himself complying and reluctantly took a seat on the bed, eyeing the two of you with a mixture of confusion and frustration.

Sami thought Jey's scowl meant he was about to witness a whole new level of animosity, but to his surprise, Jey's expression shifted from anger to something more complex.

Sami, still holding onto you, exchanged a glance with Jey. The tension in the room was undeniable, but it wasn't the hostile kind they were used to. Instead, it was a charged atmosphere filled with unspoken desires and unexpected connections.

You sat between Sami and Jey, looking at both of them with a mixture of determination and curiosity. Sami, feeling a bit nervous about what might unfold next, glanced at Jey, who was still processing the situation.

"Okay, let's talk about this," you said, breaking the charged silence. "Jey, he knows."

Jey glared at your words. "Knows what?"

You rolled your eyes, frustration evident in your tone. "That I like him. And I think he should know that you like him too."

Jey scoffed, looking away. "What are you talking about? I don't like him."

You shot him a skeptical look. "Jey, no one is gonna judge you-"

"I don't like him!" Jey shot a defensive response, but the intensity in his eyes told a different story. "I hate him! His stupid eyes, weird hair, annoying voice…"

Sami couldn't help but smirk at Jey's vehement denial. "Wow, Uce, really selling it there."

Jey shot Sami a warning glare. "Shut up, Sami. I ain't into you."

You crossed your arms, unconvinced. "Jey, you don't have to pretend. It's okay to have feelings, you know?"

Jey grumbled, avoiding eye contact. "Feelings? I don't have feelings for him-" He was cut off by your lips on his, effectively silencing his protests. The room fell into a charged silence once again as you kissed Jey passionately, catching him off guard.

Sami watched the unexpected turn of events with a mix of amusement and surprise. Jey, after a moment of resistance, found himself responding to the kiss. The tension in the room took on a different, more intimate quality.

As you pulled away, Jey looked at you with a mix of confusion and realization. "What the hell, Y/N?"

You smirked, your eyes flickering between Sami and Jey. "I like you too Jey, and I know you like me too. And you also like Sami. So can you stop being stubborn for one fucking second and just admit it?"

Jey sat there, still processing the whirlwind of emotions and the unexpected turn of events. Sami couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and satisfaction at the unfolding drama.

"Y/N, this ain't right," Jey finally muttered, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and frustration.

You sighed, about to respond, but surprisingly Sami interrupted, his eyes reassuring and his voice filled with an unexpected understanding. "Jey, it's okay. We're all adults here. If you like me, that's nothing to be ashamed of. And if you don't, that's fine too. But pretending won't help any of us."

Jey glared at Sami, still processing the situation. "This is messed up. We're not supposed to… I don't know, do this."

You rolled your eyes, a hint of impatience in your tone. "Jey, we're all consenting adults. Roman gave us this suite to resolve the tension, and this seems like a pretty effective way to do it. Stop being ashamed of your feelings, we aren't going to let anyone judge us for it."

Jey scowled, clearly torn between his usual tough exterior and the complex emotions surfacing. He trusted you, and deep down he trusted Sami, but he didn't trust his own emotions to guide him through this uncharted territory.

It felt like hours as you and Sami waited for a response, and you honestly thought he would leave and try to distance himself from the situation.

However, to your surprise, Jey took a deep breath, grabbed Sami by the collar, and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Sami squeaked in surprise as Jey kissed him so hard he almost stumbled backward, Jey's previous denial melting away in that passionate moment.

Jey licked at Sami's lips, his hands gripping Sami's shirt tightly. The room seemed to crackle with the intensity of the unexpected embrace, and you watched with a mix of amusement and satisfaction.

As the kiss deepened, Jey pulled away, his eyes locking with Sami's. There was a raw, unspoken understanding between them, a connection that went beyond words. Sami, still a bit stunned, looked at Jey with a newfound sense of realization.

"I hate you," Jey muttered, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Sami chuckled, his usual playful demeanor returning. "Kiss me again."

Jey obliged, and the fire crackling in him erupted as Sami responded with equal intensity. The room became a battleground of desires, each kiss fueled by the complex emotions that had been hidden for far too long. As their lips met, it was as if the animosity and tension between them had transformed into a fiery passion that couldn't be contained.

Jey groaned as your lips met the soft skin on his neck, letting you leave a trail of kisses. The atmosphere in the room had shifted dramatically, and the initial tension had evolved into something more intoxicating. Sami, caught in the whirlwind of desire, couldn't help but reciprocate with fervor.

It was clear that control was not something you and Jey gave up easily. He could tell by the way you tried to push Jey onto the bed while Sami continued to kiss him. Jey, however, wasn't one to be easily dominated. He broke the kiss, giving Sami a defiant look.

"Y/N, I think we need to establish some ground rules here," Jey said, his voice low and commanding.

You smirked, enjoying the playful power struggle. "Oh? And what rules are you thinking of, Jey?"

Jey glanced at Sami before turning his attention back to you. "I'm in charge here."

You nipped at Jey's earlobe, teasingly challenging his declaration. "That's cute."

Jey tried to glare at you, but there was no heat behind it. He paused, his eyes flickering between you and Sami. "Get on the bed, and take off your clothes."

You giggled, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Make me." You kissed him hungrily, the two of you getting lost in each others lips, not noticing Sami grabbing the bag and taking something out of it.

Before any of you could respond, you were both flipped onto the bed by Sami, and in the flash of an eye, handcuffed you both to the bedposts. The sudden turn of events left both you and Jey wide-eyed and surprised.

"What the hell, Sami?" Jey exclaimed, trying to tug at the handcuffs.

Sami chuckled, a sly grin on his face. "You guys have been getting on my nerves for the past couple of months, and you really think either one of you could be in charge? Not a chance in hell."

You and Jey exchanged surprised glances, realizing that Sami had just turned the tables on both of you. Jey, still trying to process the sudden change, muttered, "This ain't what I signed up for."

Sami laughed, his confidence evident. "Well, now you're stuck with me." He glanced at both of you, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "And I think it's about time we all stop running away from what we really want."

Heat spread through your body as Sami set his hands on your hips, his gaze lingering on both you and Jey. His gaze made Jey's skin tingle, and he couldn't deny the unexpected excitement that coursed through him.

Sami leaned in, placing a teasing kiss on your lips, then moving to Jey. Jey, despite his initial protests, seemed intrigued by the sudden turn of events, and moaned into Sami's lips when his hand grazed his hard on, and you let out a similar moan when Sami's other hand gently traced a path on your inner thigh.

"You think you can handle both of us, Sami?" Jey challenged as he groaned out, a smirk playing on his lips.

Sami grinned, a newfound confidence in his demeanor. "Trust me, I'm more than up for the challenge."

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Sami never thought he would be in the same room as you and Jey without an argument, let alone getting along.

But right now, you guys were more than getting alone, your weight on his face intoxicating as you sat on it while Jey rode Sami's cock like his life depended on it.

The only sounds in the room were the moans Sami forced out of you both that you tried and failed to hide, and Sami's grunts as he tasted your sweetness and Jey milked his cock.

"You're so fucking annoying Sami, but goddamn you fuck so good-oh, god, right there, right there!"

Sami thrusted upwards to stop Jey's complaining and smirked as he made him choke on a moan, giving into Jey's commands and thrusting into that same spot over and over.

Sami let out a moan himself as you grinded on his face, tugging at his hair and letting out unintelligible moans as Sami's tongue worked wonders on your clit, sucking and licking in ways that had you shaking in pleasure. 

"Not so quiet now, huh?" Sami teased you as he slid his fingers into the mix and you let out your loudest moan of the night, not even able to speak coherently. You nodded your head and tugging at Sami's hair like it was the only thing keeping you sane.

"That's what I thought, baby." Sami's voice had a cocky hint to it, and it made you melt into him even more.

Jey clenched his walls against Sami's cock, biting his lip so hard to try and suppress his moans from escaping as he tried to reach his high. Sami's other hand snaked down to grip Jey's member roughly, and Jey gasped at the feeling, his hips bucking upwards into hand.

"Right there Sami! Fuckkkk, right there! Right there, right there!!"

Sami chuckled and began pumping furiously, his fingers so fast and so strong it was difficult to breathe. How did Sami know exactly where to touch and when to stroke to make Jey lose his mind? How did he know exactly how to make you both lose your minds together without breaking either one of you apart?

You couldn't even remember how long this whole scene had been going on for; your senses were overwhelmed and you'd barely noticed anything else. 

Sami increased his pace when he noticed you both nearing your highs, your voice finally coming back when Sami sucked on your swollen clit so hard and his fingers  pumped faster than ever before.

"Sami, fuck, keep doing that please, oh fuck, oh God, yes!" You yelled out, your voice hoarse and legs trembling uncontrollably as you felt your orgasm approaching.

You whined when Sami slowed down at your words, his arms going down to still Jey's movements. Your head fell back to the mattress, your breath ragged and heavy as Jey panted loudly, his head thrown back and sweat coating his body as he continued to try and ride Sami's dick.

"Sami..." Jey groaned in protest as Sami's hands stopped him from riding Sami's cock, his own breathing heavily as his release built slowly, but steadily.

"Admit that you don't hate me." Sami's deep voice vibrated inside you, sending chills through your entire body. He pulled his lips away from your pussy, his dark brown eyes staring straight into both your souls.

Jey tried to say something, but couldn't come up with anything, unable to formulate a reply to Sami's words. His throat tightened as he stared at Sami, unable to break free of his hypnotic stare. 

 You closed your eyes tightly, trying to grind yourself on Sami's face, trying to get back to the high, but Sami  was having none of it. He stopped your movement, his thumb caressing you lovingly in his hand, making you whimper and open your eyes.

He leaned in, his face inches away from yours as he whispered, "Say it."

"Fuck man..I don't hate you." Jey finally managed to get out as the desperation for release hit him, his heart pounding painfully against his rib cage as Sami 's intense stare bore into his eyes.

"Y/N?" At this point you thought Sami enjoyed toying with you both, as all you could think of was him eating you out and sucking on your clit like you both had been starving. A shiver went down your spine at the thought of Sami doing that with Jey.

"Yes Sami?" You answered breathlessly as your face heated.

"Tell me you don't hate me." Sami replied softly. It was almost impossible to hear him speak.

Your face flushed crimson, yet a smile crossed your lips. This game was becoming too much. You licked your lips nervously and looked at him, trying to ignore the way his intense gaze affected you, and you answered quietly. "No... I don't hate you."

Sami smiled wickedly at you, his gaze softening. He finally got you both to release your stubborn defenses and open up to him (in more than one way.) "Good." 

Then he continued his ministrations, and both you and Jey moaned in unison as you both quickly went back to chasing your highs once again. Sami felt his own orgasm approaching with every moan you let out and Jey's cock milking his own, but pushed it away to  concentrate on the two of you.

He kept on stroking and letting Jey thrust into him, making sure each and every moan you released came out of you both like a symphony, the sounds echoing against the wall like a thousand music notes that all blended and intertwined and created a beautiful harmony.

"Oh god," Jey breathed out, his eyes shut in ecstasy as Sami kept hitting his prostate relentlessly, sending waves of pleasure surging through him.

You couldn't help the cries of pleasure that escaped you as well, your whole body quivering as your orgasm approached. Both of you had reached the peak of your arousal and were struggling for another breath.

"I'm so fucking close Sami, don't you dare fucking stop." Jey's voice was hoarse with arousal as he begged Sami to keep going. "I won't, I promise." Sami assured him softly.

Sami smiled at how desperate Jey sounded and he sped up, wanting you both to be satisfied, but the moment his fingers brushed against your clit again, you shot upwards with such force he was certain you would crack your neck if him and Jey weren't holding onto your legs, his name falling from your lips like a prayer of pure bliss.

"Sami, right there, right there-Samiiii!!" You chanted as your walls convulsed around Sami's fingers and mouth, Sami's other hand going down to Jey and stroking his throbbing length as you were still moaning and panting, and Jey was fucking gone.

"Samiiiii!" Sami's name was the only thing Jey could muster up as his orgasm consumed him entirely, spilling its sweet, salty taste into Sami. Jey's sweet noises triggered your own orgasm, and you shuddered as Sami licked your sweet juices as you rode his face, licking slowly to ease you from your high. 

Sami grunted lowly as he orgasmed himself, spilling his seed into Jey, who was closing his eyes in overstimulation but waiting for Sami to finish. And as soon as he were finished you fell limp against Jey, your body completely spent from your climax. 

Sami smiled at the sight of the both of you passed out on each other, feeling pride and elation at finally winning a battle for control. 

"You both okay?" Sami asked sweetly, leaning down to kiss both your cheeks gently while brushing the hair out of your eyes.

Jey grumbled incoherently, his mouth forming a frown as he rolled over so he was facing his bedsheets. "Yeet."

Sami just laughed at him fondly and pulled you closer to him, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and kissing your cheek lightly.

"What about you?" You groaned and turned to face him properly, pressing your nose into his chest. "Mmmm, mmm I'm tiredddd.... So very tired." Sami rubbed circles onto the small of your back soothingly, giggling at your adorableness and letting out a content sigh. 

"Rest up. I'm not finished with either of you tonight."

It took you several seconds to register his words and then you smirked devilishly, rolling up onto your elbows and staring at him teasingly. "You're bluffing."

Sami raised an eyebrow at you. You should know by know he never bluffs when it comes to you and Jey. He adjusted both your handcuffs so you could move more with them, and Jey also rolled onto his side so he now faced you as well, his hand reaching out to brush your curls aside.

"Man, you just wore us out. Wait a damn minute." Jey grumbled into your neck before kissing you deeply, his tongue swirling inside of your mouth eagerly.

"Didn't you just say to wait a minute?" Sami teased , his finger tracing patterns on Jey's stomach. Jey sucked in a breath as Sami pressed a little harder into him, before you gently pushed Sami off of Jey and straddled him, making Jey groan as his dick  jerked beneath you.

"Not now, I need time, I'm still kinda sore." Jey muttered after pulling away from you slightly.

"Hmmm... we can give you some time." Sami responded suggestively, his hand cupping your ass and pulling you downwards so you could lay down with him.

Jey instantly hardened again when he heard your mounds of pleasure and looked up to see Sami licking a stripe up your ass,  his other hand moving down your thigh until he reached your wet pussy, his hot, rough fingers gliding across your folds as he slid one of his fingers into you with ease. 

Jey tugged on Sami's leg to get his attention, since he was still handcuffed and had limited mobility. Sami chuckled at Jey's pouty look, and looked down to meet Jey's eyes, and understood what Jey wanted.

You whined at the loss of Sami's hand and mouth on you, but that whine turned into a moan as Sami lifted you and placed you on Jey's cock,  his thick shaft filling you completely while Sami filled you up from behind, his own moans of pleasure making you feel even hotter. 

"I told you, tonight I'm in control." Sami growled out his promise into your ear huskily as he started rocking his hips against yours, making your moans turn into loud gasps, in turn making Jey groan against your neck.

Let's just say, for the rest of the night he defiantly made sure to keep that promise.

[ariasdistress]

sweet girls love sweet coffee.

pairing: bimbo!fem reader x stalker!tyler

warnings: heavy nsfw, stalking, dubcon, all around mature themes

word count: 841

© to ariasdistress. no translations/reposts

୨ part 1 ୧

you were new to town yet the weathervane seemed familiar. surrounded by an all encompassing feeling of comfort - maybe it was the aroma of coffee in the air or the knowledge that the cafe resided in a tiny town on the outskirts of jericho. in your mind, it was nothing short of intimate.

but little did you know, while you were admiring the scene outside, the tall male behind the counter was admiring you.

for tyler, a light crush quickly turned darker.. his world tilted on it's axis when you floated in. midday, mindless and dazed. your head was buried in a copy of metamorphosis with dark locks framing your face, heels clicking together as you wandered over to the counter.

you scrunched your eyebrows together before turning the page. tyler smiled to himself as he found your expression adorable - ‘bookworm barbie’ the thought amused him, only to look up and find you squinting at the menu.

almond shaped eyes scanned the variety of drinks above tyler’s head through wispy lashes. your plump lips looked bitten and rosy while you lifted your dark cherry red nails to play with the soft curled hair framing your face perfectly. the male in front of you was more than mesmerised.

“our drink of the day is a peach green tea lemonade” tyler flashed a smile, unconsciously intent to hear your voice.

“huh? oh.. um i forgot my glasses haha..”, you sounded apologetic almost. your voice raspy and laced with femininity.

his eyes creeped down a little. he knew you weren’t here to be ogled but that lacy black bra - peeking under that low cut daisy dress of yours was making it hard for him.

examining your body lower, lewd thoughts ran berserk through his head. what if he ripped off that tiny dress with his rough pale hands, making a mess of you. he wanted to hear your enchanting voice call his name like a prayer as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

“sorry.. i’ll just grab a cookie.” to him, you didn’t dress nor look like the typical sheepish nymph. however your actions were good-natured despite your dark almost promiscuous demeanour. as if you didn’t want to be known as a good girl.

day by day, you came in more and more - tyler knew the coffee was better because he made sure it was. purchasing the best coffee grain in the area so his book obsessed doll would come back, and like fate you did.

little by little, tyler started obsessively fixating over you. small things such as remembering your favourite order turned into putting a mini tracker in your drink. now knowing you two live close turned into lurking outside your apartment after your classes.

as if it was for him, you always took a shower after class getting out with only a tiny towel covering around your dainty frame, you always forgot to close the curtains.

‘naive little bimbo, doesn’t even know i’m watching.’ your phone fell from your hands as you bent over, light pink panties exposed. unbeknownst to you tyler was in a trance, hands ghosting over his zipper knowing only the glass separating the pair of you.

the tall male felt himself getting harder, his cock now pushing against his jeans. he palmed himself, eyes attached to the scene - your towel rising as you walked around innocently; your soft thighs and ass jiggling as you moved.

now leaning against the tree, tyler's cock used the friction of his jeans against his hand. a string of whispered profanities left his lips, feeling pre-cum dripping down his length. his eyes started darkening, following beads of water dripping down your chest.

the sun was setting - his green orbs stuck looking at your towel slipping slightly when you sat on your couch, achingly close to exposing your tits. he let out one last deep groan his eyelids fluttered as he finished. lowly chuckling at the mess you caused in his jeans, not even knowing you were being watched.

bambi eyes glanced up at tyler, “can i get a mocha frappé today ty” you dragged the end of his name, your voice was almost tempting. he scrambled shyly trying to make the drink as best he could. however, tyler was distracted, knowing the pretty face behind him was going to leave after this drink was made.

just then, an idea crept into his brain.

“hey i’m not a stalker or anything but i know you’re new to town” he spoke, the sentiment almost comical to him.

“do you have a job yet y/n? we’re hiring here” gently handing you the drink, extra sweetness lacing his voice.

“haha don’t worry you’re not creepy ty! sure i’d love to work here!” tyler displayed a lovable grin. A part of him found it cute, how unconscious you were to his constant stalking and the other part of him wanted to yell in celebration.

his precious doll couldn't leave him now, you had to be with the perverted male everyday. tyler was giddy just thinking about the opportunities to touch, feel, be anywhere near you being infinite. if a heaven existed to him, it would be this.

author’s notes: hi this is my favourite concept yet, i really like the dynamic of doting boss x reader, i also fucking love stalkers so you get this conglomerate fic.. hope everyone enjoys! i’ll be posting part 2 soon.. thank you for reading! aria. ᥫ᭡

[supercap2319]

Beauty within the Beast

Tyler Galpin x Male Reader

A/N: I have no idea why I made this.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Y/N?” The sounds of leaves crunching underneath shoes could be heard as Y/N led Tyler deep into the forest behind his house. They were out here to conduct an experiment. Hopefully, if all goes well, they will succeed.

Y/N turned to the other boy, a childish like smile on his face. “Of course it is. My dad let Eddie and me play in these woods all the time. Especially at midnight when the killer spirits come out to play hide and go death.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know, but trust me. With all the knowledge my grandpa gave me about Hydes, this plan will work.”

Tyler’s ears picked up at the note. “Really? What did he say about them?”

“That apparently Robert Louis Stevenson wasn’t crazy. The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde wasn’t just a short story or a nightmare he experienced. He was real. And apparently Edward Hyde and my grandpa were good friends back in the day,” Y/N said. “He’s your ancestor, though his mutation grew into a more beastly form that he passed down to his descendants. Passed down to you.”

Tyler tried to rack his brain around this new information. So, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde were real people and apparently he was a descendant of the original Hyde. “So, I’m a descendant of them? And my mom was too?”

“Yup. But the good thing about my grandpa being friends with benefits with Mr. Hyde.” Y/N smirked at that. “Is that a person can learn to control their Hyde form and even use its strength in their mortal form.”

“So, I can learn to control my beast-like side?” Tyler asked. It seemed too good to be true.

“Yeah, but the only way for you to control it is to own the darkest parts of yourself. Your hidden desires and wants.”

“I don’t know if I can,” Tyler admitted. He’s made so many mistakes that it seemed impossible for him to be brave enough to control this side of himself. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough.”

“Tyler… I know you can control this…” Y/N got closer to the other boy and put his face in his hands as he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss to his lips as the other boy blushed red. “I believe in you.”

“Why would you help me, Y/N? After all the pain I’ve caused you, I don’t deserve your protection or your help.” He began to cry as he looked so broken and full of remorse. All the terrible things he did. All the people who he hurt and killed. He was a monster and deserved to be put down.

Y/N gently brushed his boyfriend’s tears away as he gave him a small smile. “Tyler, I chose to help you because I love you. Because I know that it wasn’t your fault for what happened. It was Ms. Thornhill’s. If anyone deserves to be punished, it’s her. For using a young man’s trauma and the need to know about his mother against him.”

Tyler hiccuped as he looked at Y/N with sad, wet eyes. “Really?”

“Really. Despite everyone saying not to, I don't care. All I care about is helping you.” He hugged him and that filled Tyler with warmth and hope. Hope that he can do this. “What do we do first?”

Y/N moved away from Tyler and looked into his baby blues. “We give you a moving target.”

“A target?”

“Right. If you can successfully catch the target and manage to control your killer instincts, then it means you’ve gotten control,” Y/N said.

“Who’s the target?” Tyler asked, but he had a sneaking suspicion of who it was.

“You’re looking at him.” Y/N pointed to himself. “If you can catch me and manage not to tear me limb from limb, then it’s worked. You’ve owned the darkest parts of yourself.”

“Wait, Y/N, I don’t think this is a good–”

Whatever Tyler was going to say was cut off by a punch to the gut from his boyfriend. Tyler keeled over in pain. He looked up at Y/N in shock. “What are you doing?” Tyler groaned.

“Sorry, Puppy, but I need Mr. Hyde right now. Not Dr. Jekyll.” He punched Tyler in the face, minding his Frankenstein’s strength and not breaking Tyler’s nose or his bones. Tyler groans as he looks at Y/N, as his breathing becomes heavy and rapid and when Y/N sees Tyler’s eyes bulged out, literally, he knows it’s time for him to run. And fast.

He vamp speeds out of there, as he can hear Tyler’s inhuman roar as he begins to transform into his beastly side. His clothes tear off as he grows sharp claws until he stands about 10 feet tall. The Hyde roars and as soon as it catches Y/N’s scent, it begins to give chase.

Y/N speeds through the forest as he tries to put some distance between himself and the Hyde on his tail. It would have been easier to fly away, but unfortunately, he needs to be on the ground for this plan to work. He continues to speed run as he can hear the Hyde’s thunderous steps closing in on him. He stops just short of the gates of the local cemetery as he turns and waits for the inevitable. Not a moment later, the Hyde crashes through the trees and roars loudly, not a moment later he’s down on his back with the Hyde’s monstrous hand pinning him down.

Y/N looks up at the creature’s red, bloodshot eyes instead of Tyler's clear blues. They were wild and unfocused, with the only objective on the Hyde's mind was to capture its prey and mutilate it. Y/N wiggled a bit as the monster tighten its grip on him as it dug its claws into his sides. The young hybrid hissed at the pain of Tyler's claws digging into his skin. He locks eyes with Tyler's other self. “Tyler, if you can hear me, fight. I know you can control this. I love you.”

Meanwhile, in the dark recesses of his mind, Tyler watched the scene play out like a movie. Like he was merely an observer looking out into the film and he had no control over his actions. There was a dark chuckle as Tyler turned to see a doppelgänger of himself, but this version of him had black hair and bloodshot eyes. He smiled at the scene of Y/N pinned helplessly to the ground.

Tyler called him Dark Tyler. A more malevolent version of him that enjoyed the chaos and bloodshed. This was the darkness that Y/N said that he had to own. If he wanted control of himself; he needed to learn to accept his dark side. “Pathetic. He thinks love can save him?” Dark Tyler laughed. “I can’t wait to rip him limb from limb. I bet you he likes to get loud. I betcha he’s a screamer, eh, Ty?” Tyler looks at his evil counterpart, who has a filthy smirk on his face as he raises his right arm and Tyler sees the Hyde do the same thing in reality.

Tyler grabbed his arm before he could put it down. “I’m not going to let you hurt, Y/N,” Tyler protested.

His doppelgänger frowns at him. “And why not? Because he loves us?” Dark Tyler mocks. “You and I both know no one could love a monster like us.”

“Y/N did. He believes in us. Believes in me. And I’m not going to let you kill him.”

“Oh, so little boy, Galpin, has finally grown a pair and decided to man up.” Dark Tyler got close to his good side. “What are you going to do, Tyler? I’m the best version of us. The version that Ms. Thornhill brought out. I’m the stronger one. I’m the smarter one. I’m–”

Whatever he was going to say was cut off as Tyler jammed his fist into his chest and grabbed his heart. Dark Tyler looks up in shock as there was a fire in his doppelgängers eyes. His blue eyes were cold and fierce. “I’m done letting you take control and ruining my life. From now on, I’m in control!” Tyler rips the heart of Dark Tyler out and drops it to the floor beside his fallen lookalike as a sudden switch goes off inside his head.

Instead of just seeing Y/N. He could feel his body underneath his hand, his claws. He could feel everything in his Hyde form right now. He was no longer a mindless killing machine. He’s finally learned to control it, and somehow Y/N knew it too as he looked into Tyler’s eyes. “Puppy, is that you?”

Tyler felt himself shrink down to his human side as he willed his transformation to end. His claws came out of Y/N’s body as the young man winced as Tyler became human once again. A very much naked human. The Galpin boy looked at Y/N. He quickly got off him and tears formed in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Y/N got up and hugged Tyler. “It’s okay, Tyler. It’s alright now. Because you did it. You took control.”

Tyler looks at him. “I did, didn't I? I can’t believe I did it.”

“I can. I told you you were strong enough to do this, and I was right.” Y/N smiled.

Tyler smiled back. “I love you, Y/N Munster.”

“I love you too, Tyler Michael Galpin.”

The two share a passion kiss that was much more heated than the first one as Tyler groans as Y/N pulls away when he feels something hard poke him. He looks down and smirks as he looks at Tyler. “Someone’s excited.” He points to Tyler’s hard on as the other boy blushed.

Y/N giggled. “Tell you what, for being so brave, why don’t you and I go all the way today?”

Tyler looks shocked. “Really?”

“Yeah, my dad says there’s no better or more romantic place to lose your virginity than in a cemetery. Especially if you do it on a gravestone.”

Tyler just chuckles as he kisses his boyfriend once again.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Fairly Local - Blurryface/Tyler Joseph x reader

Relationship: Blurryface/Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: Blurryface

Word Count: 1955

A/N: On the set of Fairly Local, Tyler decides to let Blurryface out.

Tyler had invited me to be on most of the sets for the Blurryface music videos, knowing I was interested in both his work and the filming process. This week the boys were focusing on Fairly Local, a video directed by Mark and designed by Tyler. I was glad he’d invited me onto the set. While Tyler had designed the music video to include Blurryface, I hated the idea of him deliberately switching into the headspace for it. We were standing outside the set. I was holding a mirror for Tyler while he applied his regular black paint to his hands and neck–something he’d started to do for this album cycle. 

“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” I muttered. My arm was growing tired as he spread the paint across his skin. We’d both found it funny how so many people thought they were tattoos despite the fact that half the time he didn’t have the paint on. 

“It’s going to be okay, trust me,” he urged, putting the bowl and brush down.

“I trust you, I just don’t trust him,” I defended, watching Tyler grab his red beanie and fix it on his head. 

“I’ve lived with him for years, I have it under control,” he reassured. We headed into the warehouse and through to the hallway where Tyler would be filming the majority of his Blurryface scenes. The hallway was lined with doorways and almost completely dark with the exception of a neon lit bar atop the door at the end. 

“Tyler I don’t want you forcing yourself into a position that’s going to be hard to get out of,” I continued to protest. Crew members were running around the sets, ensuring that everything was ready for the video. 

“Tyler you’ve got about 15 minutes before we start shooting,” a male in a black t-shirt with ‘crew’ written on it declared. Tyler nodded, grabbing my hand and slipping away through one of the doorways. The room was empty other than a clothing rack with the white jacket Tyler was going to wear in the video. He reached over, grabbing it and putting it on–it fit perfectly against his body, not too tight, not too baggy. 

“I’ve got a couple of scenes to shoot without him,” he sighed, running a hand over his head. I nodded, letting him go. We turned the lights off in the hallway, making the scene dark and snowy. Josh and I stood behind the camera watching the shoot. 

“I don’t know why you agreed to let him do this Josh,” I huffed, crossing my arms. Tyler was lip-syncing along to the lyrics of the song as they played it over the loudspeakers, his silhouette clear against the frosted glass. 

Josh turned to look at me. “If he thinks he can do it then he can do it. He’s made sure you’re here so if he needs you then he’s got you,” he explained. Josh was the voice of reason in our friendship, it was why when I would have panic attacks he was always the one to calm me down. If Josh thought Tyler was telling the truth then I should trust him, right? Tyler finished shooting the scenes and Mark moved onto Josh’s drum parts. Tyler grabbed my hand, dragging me back into the dressing room. I could practically feel the tension growing through his body. His chest was rising and falling slower than it normally would, his breath calm and slowed. 

“I need to change him over,” he declared. He stood in front of the mirror, closing his eyes and stretching his neck while I stood behind him. His hands rolled into fits, fingernails digging into his palms. A pained groan left his lips as his left hand went to grip his neck. “I’m ready,” he murmured, leaving the room. The crew had moved back into the hall and the neon light had been turned on, an orangey-red color filling the space. Josh returned to my side and Mark was standing behind the camera, watching the monitor. 

“How was your filming?” I asked, looking up at him. 

“Good, good. It’s fun playing my drums with snow on them,” he beamed. I laughed, knowing that the second Tyler came up with the idea we both knew Josh would love the idea. It was going to be 100% worth it, even with the amount of time it took to set up each drum so they’d be able to disappear throughout the scene. Tyler moved to stand below the neon light at the end of the hallway, closing his eyes and locking in. The music from the speaker continued to play as Mark called for the cameras to start rolling. 

“I know who I truly am, I truly do have a chance, tomorrow I'll switch the beat, to avoid yesterday's dance,” Tyler sang, looking away from the camera and keeping his stiff composure. It was as if he was speaking to the wall and in intense pain. I wanted desperately to yell cut and run to him but Josh had placed a hand on my shoulder, clearly sensing my worry. “Yo, this song will never be on the radio.” Tyler rolled his head around so he was staring down the camera lens in complete numbness. His eyes were glowing the same orangey-red color as the neon light, telling both Josh and I that Blurryface now had total control over Tyler. His eyes darted around as he continued to rap the lyrics, once to the wall and the short glimpse of a terrified Tyler appeared on his face, making my breath hitch in my throat. His eyes shot to the camera again before quickly leaving again. I could tell something was wrong, the feeling sat deep in my stomach. 

“Cut! That’s a wrap!” Mark called and the camera operator stopped recording. Tyler walked reservedly into the dressing room, Blurryface clearly still in control. I turned to Josh who was already looking at me. 

“Go Y/N, he’s going to need you,” he sighed. I left, walking in after Tyler. The room was hot, the windows covered with condensation from Tyler’s body heat. He was back in front of the mirror, staring at himself in seriousness. 

“Tyler?” I made myself known. His eyes darted to mine via the mirror, his back still to me. A large smirk grew on his face. 

“Hello Y/N. Long time no see, am I right?” he turned around in one swift motion, taking a step towards me. I nodded in response to him, trying not to show any emotion–Blurryface had a history of being able to sense my emotions and use them to his advantage. “I said, am I right?” he continued with a stronger tone this time. 

“Yes, it has been a while,” I responded, holding my own hand to stop it from shaking. 

“Interesting how Joseph thought he could come back after letting me out again. He’s naïve to even think he can keep me in.” He took the red beanie off and threw it onto a chair, causing me to jump.

“Ah, there she is. The real Y/N. You know, you’re pretty when you’re scared,” he smirked, taking another step towards me. Of course he had noticed it. 

“Tyler, I need you to take a deep breath and try to come back to me.” I ignored his words, trying to focus on getting Tyler back from inside his head. 

“You and I both know Tyler’s not here right now,” he smirked, curling a strand of my hair around his index finger. I continued trying to reach Tyler, the longer Blurryface was out the harder it was going to be to get Tyler back and make sure he was okay. 

“How can I get you to bring him back?” I asked, staying as still as I could while Blurryface navigated himself around me like a vulture stalking its prey. 

“Well that depends on what you’re willing to give me Y/N,” he said. 

“What do you want?” I seethed, not wanting to give in to Tyler’s inner demon. His facial expression fell slightly, a long sigh escaping his lips. For a second I thought Tyler had managed to fight back himself–returned without needing my help–but Blurryface snapped back. 

“I want to continue having a voice. I want you to talk to Tyler about giving me more of a voice,”  he muttered. Blurryface had never shown a side like this, something vulnerable, raw. He wanted a voice in Tyler’s story, and I understood that. I nodded, willing to do anything to get Tyler back. 

“Yeah–yeah I can do that,” I nodded, my agreement seeming to put him at ease.

“Good.” Blurryface stepped away from me, walking back toward the mirror and staring at himself once again. He took a deep breath and looked at me through the mirror. “It was nice seeing you again Y/N,” he spoke with sincerity, “until next time.” He closed his eyes, rolling his neck and letting out a painful wince. Tears left his eyes as they faded back to Tyler’s cool brown color. 

“Tyler?” I moved next to him, rubbing my hands up and down his arms. “Are you okay?” He shook his head, wiping away his tears. “What do you need? What can I do?” I pleaded. I knew he wasn’t going to be okay, that he would struggle to get back to himself. He was hyperventilating and panicking, I felt like there was nothing I could do to stop it. He grasped my hand and looked desperately into my eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he cried, eyes bloodshot and hands shaking. 

“No, Tyler, it's okay. He’s gone, you’re okay,” I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips to his temple, trying to avoid the black paint on his skin. 

“I–I should’ve listened to you. I thought I had control but clearly–” he trailed off, muttering words to himself that I couldn’t hear. I sighed, running my hands over his shoulders and through his hair, trying to calm him down. 

“It’s okay, you’ve learned what you can handle and you’ve shot the video so he’s not going to come back for a while,” I reassured. He turned around to face me, his tired face on full display, dark circles and all. He needed rest desperately, he needed to go home. 

“Thank you for looking after me,” he croaked, pulling me in close.

“We should head home,” I suggested, packing up everything we needed into a duffle bag. Tyler nodded, staying relatively quiet, more so than usual. Josh walked past the doorway, stopping and furrowing his brows as if to ask if we were okay. I nodded, knowing Tyler would want to talk to him later rather than right now. We walked out of the warehouse and towards our car, Tyler getting in the passenger seat and I in the driver’s. Before I could start the engine he placed a hand on my thigh, capturing my attention. 

“You’re special Y/N, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here today,” he breathed. A smile crept onto my face. “I mean it,” he urged. I didn’t know what to say, the love I had for this man grew with each and every moment we spent together, we were both special. 

“The feeling is mutual Ty, the feeling is mutual,” I smiled, starting the car and driving us home. Blurryface wouldn’t be bothering us for a long time and Tyler was going to be okay. The promise I’d made I would uphold, I just needed to find the right time to have the conversation–which wasn’t going to be any time soon.

//

Hope you enjoyed! Requests are open!

[goodstories08]

One Too Many

Tyler Galpin X Male Reader

Request: No

Description: You were an angle, No literally! Not joking, your parents were both angels and so we’re you. Didn’t have many perks besides wings and a few magical abilities, but It did get you sent to Nevermore. Tyler was a normie or so he never understood much about what you were, all he new was that he liked you, and that he wanted to go too a party.

!!Warnings!! Mentions of Sexual Assault, Drinking, Blood, ⚠️Spoilers⚠️

“Ohhh what’s up with Tyler,” Enid eagerly piped up as you stare into the coffee shop across the street. Tyler smiling at customers and making coffee. “I want to go,” Wednesday mumbled earning a nudge from Enid. “Why Wednesday? I wanna know what’s happening,” Enid whined. The buss back to Nevermore pulled up, Yoko waved bye before steeping through the doors. Wednesday followed but was stopped by Enid. “You know something Wednesday, I can tell when you do. Spill.” Enid’s claws came out to try and be threatening but Wednesday didn’t look fazed at all.

“Fine, while I was having an insufferable conversation with… Tyler,” Your interest was now spiked, her foot was tapping against the floor anxiously, “He gave me his number on my coffee cup, he asked if I could give it to you.”

Your wings widened causing a few normies to stare but you didn’t care, “What!????” Enid was also surprised she nudged Wednesday once more, “Do that again and I will hurt you.” She paused for a few seconds allowing you to cut in. “When the hell did he give you that Wednesday!?” She let out a breath of air, “Wednesday!?” She quickly turned and ran to the buss leaving You there. “Sry got to go, good luck Y/n,” Enid said before following Wednesday.

The buss left shortly after, your wings were fully out causing almost everyone around you to stare. You hit the trash can by flapping your wings. “The fuck,” you whispered before walking toward the coffee shop, you remembered to tuck your wings in before slipping inside. The sound of calm music played in the background of people talking and laughing together. You looked to Tyler who’s head was down as he wiped counters, “Hey stranger.”

His looked up from what he was doing, a bright smile on his face. “Hey, Didn’t know I’d be seeing you today, The usual?” I smiled but shook my head, “I came to talk.”

“Oh that can’t be good,” he said in a sarcastic voice. “Why did you not just give me your number, why did you send Wednesday to give it to me?” His cheeks flushed red as he poured your cup of coffee, “This one’s on me, and this time I’m giving you my number.” You picked up the cup to see his messily written number. “I’ll be sure to call,” you looked outside to see the buss was gone, “Shit!” Tyler tried to follow where you were looking, causing him to get close, “What?”

You turned and now your own cheeks turned red, “O-oh my bus just left.” He grinned and took his apron off, “Good thing my shift just ended, come one I’ll drive you.” Tyler grabbed your hand and led you to his car. You felt butterflies in your stomach, as you reached the car he quickly ran to open your door, “Wow, what a gentleman.”

The ride was short but it felt like it would never end, it was so awkward since the both of you didn’t really know what to say. As the car pulled up to the gates of Nevermore you went to open the door but Tyler grabbed your hand, you turned to him and he looked down before leaning in. His slightly chapped lips moved synch with yours, his hands caressed your cheek before you pulled back, out of breath. His hand still held you close, his breath hovered over your face causing your face to heat up.

“Heh, Thanks for this, and you know the coffee,” He giggled a bit before unlocking the car. “Oh and Y/n,” He called, catching your attention, “My friend was throwing a party, I kinda need a guest, you wana come?” You smile and nod, “Text the details, I’ll see you then.” You closed the car door and expanded your wings, with a few flaps you were already in the air and on your way back to your dorm.

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The evening breeze felt comforting as it blew trough your wings, you technically weren’t supposed to be out right now but that was the one thing good about being able to fly. As you spotted Tyler’s car at the gate you began to descend. He watched you in awe as you landed in his arms, “Wow, your just… Wow.” His smile was contagious cause you were not smirking as well, you pulled him down by the collar and kissed him gently. “Come on we got a party to catch,” you say before getting in the car.

As the car drove through the suburbs you felt weird, not bad weird, but a new feeling. “I’ve never been to a normal house party, only seen them in the movies,” you say as the car pulled up to the loud and crowded house. “Don’t worry, they’ll love you.” He gave you a kiss before walking you inside.

The music was so loud you couldn’t even hear yourself talk and there were so many people that you could barely walk without hitting someone, it was amazing. “Hey Tyler,” Called a tall brunette guy, “And who is this?”

“My… Boyfriend Y/n,” you smiled at Tyler’s words, you were officially together. The tall guy seemed like he wanted to say something but decided not to. “Cool I’m Bradly, let party!”

The night was amazing, you made normie friends who may have not known what you were but that didn’t matter. You felt like a normal teen for once, and it was a great feeling. Currently you were playing a weird game called cup pong and somehow winning. Tyler was on the other team, since he bet he could beat you and you knew he wouldn’t.

You scored once more, Tyler drank the cup and stepped out to puke. Don’t judge, there was a lot of drinking. As your reached for another drink, Bradly took it out of your hand, giving you another one, but this one was different. As you drunk it you felt dizzy and fell into his open arms, “Come here, I won’t bite.” He dragged you up the stairs, you tried to fight it but you could barley hold your eyes open. He flung the door open and threw you on the bed. He pinned over you while unbuttoning his shirt.

“P-please stop,” you whispered but he ignored it while kissing your neck. Suddenly you heard the floorboards of the room creak, you opened your eyes and there was a large monster behind Bradly, it threw him against the wall and brutally mutilated him. “Wha- Wha,” You couldn’t speak as you felt yourself drift off more. The monster picked you up and ran.

After a while you finally opened your eyes, you lay in the middle of the forest, a naked Tyler laying over you covered in blood. “Tyler, Tyler wake up please,” you cried, his eyes slowly opening. He quickly got off you and tears formed in his eyes, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to did I hurt you.” You quickly leaped onto him and held him close, “Shhh, What ever this is, we’ll get through it together. I love you.” He pulled you down to kiss you, “Love you too.” You felt a cold breeze send a chill down your spine, “Now, let me fly you back to my room. I might be able to steal some close from my roommate.”

! I’m debating weather or not to turn this into a Wattpad book, so comment if I should I guess😅!

[yourfavdelulu]

Writing

(These can include nsfw)

who I’m currently writing for

Scream 6

Quinn Bailey

Ephemeral (Quinn Bailey x fem! Reader)

On the low (Quinn Bailey x fem! Reader)

Ethan Landry

Glass Heart (Ethan Landry x fem! Reader)

Driven (Ethan Landry x male! Reader)

Triggers (Ethan Landry x fem! Reader)

Tara Carpenter

Wrath (Tara carpenter x male! Reader)

My One true love (tara carpenter x fem! Reader)

Sam carpenter

haunted (sam carpenter x male reader)

The better brother (Sam carpenter x male reader)

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

cursed (Wednesday Addams x male reader)

red (Wednesday Addams x male reader)

Eternal love (Wednesday Addams x fem reader)

improvise (Wednesday Addams x fem reader)

Tyler Galpin

nightmare (Tyler galpin x fem reader)

history (Tyler galpin x fem reader)

Meet cute (Tyler galpin x fem reader)

Enid Sinclair

puppy love (Enid Sinclair x fem reader)

A mystery (Enid Sinclair x male reader)

A walk down memory lane (Enid x male reader)

Ajax p.

cute snakes (Ajax P. x fem reader)

Rowan Laslow

A whole new world (Rowan Laslow x fem reader)

A deal (Rowan Laslow x fem reader)

Odd girl (Rowan Laslow x Wednesday Addams)

Chucky series

Lexi cross

a turn of events (lexy cross x fem reader)

true intentions (lexy cross x male reader)

thats is for now 😋

[loserrking]

could i request for tyler from turning red x male!reader? i need more tyler appreciation up in here >:[ i don't have any particular plots but just something fluffy? thanks a ton <33

Arguments? — by Valen-tyne-ghost

Tyler x Male!reader

Warnings/Tags : Cussing, mentions of blood, mentions of bruises and scars, mentions of fighting, Highschool Au, Highschool Au Tyler being stupid, went from funny to kinda sad to fluff lmao (and i don't even know how I did that)

A/N : Hello! Thank you for requesting! This was a bit short and I added a bit of angst lol, hope you don't mind that.. I just couldn't help myself!

"You gotta stop getting yourself into fights!" (Name) placed a damp cloth onto the scar on his boyfriend's face "Do you know how worried I get whenever you just enter my home with bruises all over you!?" He went on as the Taller male infront of him hissed at the painful feeling on his skin, specifically uh– everywhere on his body, heh

"Atleast ask me if I'm alright or if I won the fight or something" Tyler rolled his eyes and looked away...... "...Well, did you?"

"Huh?" ..... "Did you win the fight?" (Name) asked nonchalantly as he continued to tend to The Blasian's wounds..

"Y-yeah! Duh" Tyler rolled his eyes once again, obviously bluffing about his "win"

The two Highschoolers sat in silence for a few seconds just staring at each other, both having different expressions ; one with a deadpan on their face and the other with a nervous one, trying to convince his boyfriend to believe his lies..

The shorter boy broke the silence "You didn't, did you?" To wich Tyler responded quickly with a "Yeah.."

The (Haircolor)–ette sighed "You are such a dumbass" and then stayed silent after that statement. He was clearly annoyed by Tyler's actions..

The wounded male observed (Name's) disappointed/annoyed expression, he felt guilty for having to cause him so much trouble... Lately, their relationship hadn't been so great. Tyler and (Name) started dating in middle school and it was all sweet and nice until they went into highschool, it all went downhill from there. Tyler kept getting into fights and (Name) would always scold him for it, this would then lead to arguments..

"(Name) I–" "what?" "I... I'm sorry.." Tyler fiddled with the hem of his shirt, (Name) looked slightly surprised by the sudden apology.. "I know you're disappointed but I just... I'm sorry, I'll try not to get in to too much trouble anymore" He added with a sigh and looked down at the floor.

(Name) stopped for a minute, sighed, then engulfed his boyfriend in a hug.. "I'm sorry too, I don't mean to be so harsh on you.." He mumbled into the Blasian's shoulder "But I just get so worried whenever you get hurt."

Tyler didn't say anything and just hugged back. The two stood there for a few minutes just hugging when Tyler felt (Name) lean on to him more and it was as if his body went limp... Is he dead? Tyler immediately went into panic mode until he realized that his boyfriend was infact not dead and was very much alive Oh he fell asleep...

Tyler carefully shifted his arms from (Name's) waist to under his legs and upper back, carrying the smaller boy bridal style

He walked through the halls of the (LastName) residence to (Name's) room, wincing everytime his bruises or scars would start to feel sore as (Name) had not finished patching him up..

The curly haired male laid his partner down on the mattress and glanced at the window beside the bed.. It was late, he wouldn't be able to get home tonight.. He slid his hand in his pocket and took out his phone, Tyler quickly sent a text to his parents that he'll be staying at his boyfriend's house for the night...

He borrowed some clothes from (Name's) closet to change in, it was nothing special, just some hoodie that Tyler used to own that (Name) never returned and some oversized sweatpants. Tyler laid next to his boyfriend.

"Mmh.... Tyler..?"

"Yeah?"

"....Love...you.."

(Name) sent a small tired smile to Tyler before falling back into slumber... The other boy chuckled at this.. Tyler pulled (Name) closer to him, it only took a few minutes before Tyler too succumbed to sleep.

Now, I may have left out a few things before. The couple always had arguments– but they weren't frequent and they always made up in the end... They weren't unhappy being with each other, arguments in relationships are normal and they can hurt... But you'll eventually learn that this happens to everyone, some more than others and some less.

Now how do we argue less with our partners? If you learn how to live with the arguing from time to time then you're already halfway there! The last thing is to communicate properly, no yelling, just y'all talking about the problem and how to fix it... Of course, it's not just that easy, it takes time and patience!

Did I add a whole ass lecture/lesson at the end? Yes, absolutely lmao– but I'm kinda right tho, my proof? My parents, they always arguing but somehow.. they haven't divorced yet, and they still seem like they're still genuinely inlove with each other even after 13 years of being married! Anyways– I had a hard time writing this cuz I usually do angst wich gave me a hard time attempting to write fluff like— how am I even—? I tried a few other ideas but they just didn't give me that spark I usually get when writing something. Anyways, im not that proud of this one but I hope that you still enjoyed reading it!!

[writing-wh0re]

I can have one where Peter is a fuck boy and unknowingly slept with Y/N (stark) and they meet at the tower on a group meeting day. (and he in front of the avengers pretends to be innocent). Love you

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Peter Park x Female Reader - Tony Stark's Daughter.

Words: 3,625 - longest I've ever written.

Warnings: Smut18+, Vaginal intercourse, Male and Female Performing Oral, Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Fuckboy Peter Parker, Angst.

A/n: I hope you enjoy this, I took three hours to write and edit this. I got a little carried away with it (I think) and I apologise for it being sooo long.

So far your senior year had been amazing, you were destined to finish top of your class which would make your dad happy and you had also been offered an internship with him, which some of your classmates thought was bullshit but hey, considering you didn’t want to go to some flashy expensive school, you were doing pretty good, even with your dad’s help.

That was until you went out to your first party with your best friend Macie, she thought it was about time you let loose and have fun. You didn’t want to go and had even told your mum and dad who only encouraged you to go out, so that plan backfired. So here you were, standing in Macie’s living room, red solo cup in your hand while dancing with your best friend, happy to have listened to her for once and let loose.

“How do you know this many people?”

Macie shakes her head “I don't know them, they’re Tyler’s friends from his school.” I nod in agreement, looking around the room for Tyler, Macie's boyfriend who is chatting with a guy I’ve never seen before. His brown slightly curly hair, puppy dog eyes and a smile that causes butterflies inside of my stomach. Macie grabs my shoulder, following my line of sight before laughing and shaking her head.

“Peter Parker.”

“Peter Parker” I repeat his name, loving the way it sounds as it falls from my lips. “He’s fucking hot.”

Macie laughs at me before nodding. “Yeah he’s alright, he goes to school with Tyler. He’s a bit of a ladies man but I don’t know too much about him.”

“He’s into science and technology?” I almost feel bad for questioning the boy's intelligence, judging him solely on his handsome appearance.

“Yeah, Tyler, Peter and a guy called Ned won their last science fair two weeks ago.” Macie informs. “Let's go say hi.” Macie grabs my arm pulling me through the body’s of unknown teenagers before we come face to face with Peter and Tyler.

“Hey babe, we were just talking about you.” Tyler pulls Macie into his side, kissing the side of her head.

My eyes fall to Peter, both of us smiling at each other. I feel my skin fall hot slightly as his eyes wander over my body. I mentally thank myself for wearing my red leather shirt and lace crop top.

“I’m Peter.”

“Y/n.” I smile before hearing someone clear their throat. Turning my attention to Macie, a cocky smirk on her face.

“Tyler and I want to play beer pong, want to join?”

“You’d have to be partners though.” Tyler quickly adds, before walking away with Macie to the table to set the game up, not even waiting for a response.

I look to my side slightly silently asking Peter if he’d like to join.

“I need words Y/n.” I take in a sharp breath at what Peter just said to me.

“Uh, would you, um like to be my partner for beer pong?” Peter licks his lips before smirking at me.

“Of course.” His hand falls to the middle of my back as he guides me to the table Tyler and Macie had just set up. Macie raises her eyebrow at me, causing me to blush and shake my head, knowing exactly what she is thinking.

“Okay so standard rules, but we haven’t decided what the winner gets yet.” Tyler states.

I watch Macie stand on her tippy toes whispering something into Tylers ear causing him to chuckle.

“Okay, the winner has to make out with their team member.”

I sigh at my best friend before nodding.

“Fine, okay.”

“Sound a little more excited.” Peter whispers, flicking his eyes from mine to my lips. I roll my eyes, ignoring his comment as Macie flips a coin.

“Heads.” I call quickly, watching Macie reveal the coin, heads being the winner.

Tyler throws Peter the ball, catching it perfectly in one swift motion.

“Fuck.” I whisper to myself, seeing him smirk slightly. He surely didn’t hear me, did he?

I stand beside Peter as he lines up the first shot, landing the ball into the cup causing Tyler to groan.

“Lucky shot.” Macie mumbles before lining up to take her shot, missing the cup as I pout.

“Awh Mace.” Macie narrows her eyes at me before flipping me off.

I grab the ball, lining up the shot, before I can let go of the ball, Peter’s hand falls to my elbow, his other placed in the middle on my back.

“Lower, otherwise you’ll miss and we want to win.” His warm breath fans my neck causing my heartbeat to pick up. I let the ball slip through my fingertips, missing the cup I was originally planning on but landing the ball in the one behind.

“That’s unfair.” Macie complains before drinking from the cup.

The game continues with us losing our lead, until the last cup for both teams. I take a deep breath, knowing it's my go and praying that I won’t miss this shot.

“Breathe, lower your arm, line it up and sink it.” Peter whispers, his lips against my ear, his hands placed on my hips. I follow his instructions, taking a breath, lowering my arm and letting go of the ball. The room feels like it slows down as the ball bounces on the table, landing into the cup.

“Good girl.”

An uncontrollable whimper leaves my lips which causes his grip on my hips to tighten, feeling my arousal pool in my panties.

“Holy shit, you won!” Macie cheers, clapping her hands as Tyler follows suit.

I don’t get a chance to respond to Macie as my body is spun around, my chest bumping into Peter’s. One of his hands cupping my cheek, the other still on my hip, his lips locking onto mine. I feel my body relax against his lips, putting my arms around his neck deepening our kiss.

Peter smiles against my lips, everyone around us whooping and hollering at our interaction. We pull away from each other, before he leans back in, quickly pecking my lips.

*Optional but I listened to this song while writing this next part*

“I love this song, Y/n come dance.” Macie almost squeals, grabbing my arm and pulling me from Peter’s embrace. “Was that as good as it looked?”

“God yes.”

Macie smiles at me before mouthing the words ‘she got that rich girl la vibe.’ gesturing to me as I flip my hair over my shoulder, laughing at my best friend. Macies hands fall to my hips, swaying to the beat with me, I place my arms around her neck singing the words with her.

Macie goes wide eyed slightly before letting go of my hips, I raise my eyebrow about to protest her actions before feeling a familiar grip. I tilt my head back, resting on his shoulder grinding my ass against his crotch, his grip tightening on my hips.

“Behave.”

I roll my eyes, spinning around in his embrace, without a second thought I lean forward, kissing up his neck before softly biting his earlobe.

“Make me.” I dont have a second to think before I’m being pulled behind Peter, a smug smile on my face. He drags me through the crowd, banging on the bathroom door before pulling me through the door with him.

His lips are instantly on mine, my back against the door, his fingertips running up and down my sides. I grab his wandering hand, placing it on my boob causing him to groan softly. I bite his bottom lip, pulling back as our eyes lock together. His lips fall to my neck, kissing and biting the skin.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

His compliment causes a shiver to run down my spine, my fingers running through his hair, pulling on his curly locks earning a moan from his lips. The warmth of his body leaves mine, grabbing my hips and picking me up, I softly squeal, shocked how easily he lifted me. Peter places me on the bathroom counter, tugging on top as I pull the flimsy lace fabric from my body, his lips instantly kissing my boobs, swiping his tongue across my nipple.

“Fuck.” I hiss, watching Peter pull my nipple between his teeth. Peter kisses down my body, pulling my skirt up letting it sit around my waist.

“You’re dripping for me.” Peter presses against my clit through the fabric of my g-string. I slowly rock my hips up, attempting to get some friction.

“Needy little girl.”

I whimper at his words, feeling myself become wetter by the second. A gasp falls from my lips as Peter pulls my panties to the side, blowing on my glistening heat.

“Please.” I beg, causing Peter to chuckle. He trails feather light kisses up my thighs before licking a stripe from my core to my clit. On instinct my fingers tangle in his hair, my head falling back against the mirror, mouth agape as moans and gasps fall from my lips like water.

“Yes, fuck.”

Peter slides a finger inside of me, causing my pussy to clench around the contact. His lips cover my clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves earning a hiss from me. Peter adds another finger, pumping in and out of my pussy, my hand slaps across my mouth, muffling my cries of pleasure. Peter looks up at me, using his free hand to pull my elbow.

“Let me hear you.”

I flutter my eyes closed, Peter’s lips on my thigh, sucking and biting the skin, his fingers still buried deep inside of me.

“I’m close.”

The second the words escape me, I regret them. Peter pulls away from me, standing to undress himself. Without a second thought I fall to my knees, looking up at him through my lashes.

“Naughty girl.”

My hands fall to his pants, unbuttoning his jeans before hurriedly unzipping them. I palm his cock through his underwear, a breathless moan escaping from his lips. I tug at the fabric, having his help to pull it off. His dick springs free, my breath hitching at the size of him.

I take him in my hand, pumping up and down slowly, swirling my tongue around the head. Peter bites his lip, his fingers brushing through my hair, his eyes focusing on my every move. I lick from the base to the tip before taking him fully in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. The sounds Peter makes cause my pussy to ache, his fingers pull on my hair, helping to guide my mouth. I gag around him as he hits the back of my throat, an unholy sound falling from his lips at the contact.

Peter pulls my mouth off him, pulling me up by my arms, placing me on the counter again. I grab his cock, running it up and down my slit, causing Peter to chuckle.

“Someone’s eager.” I simply answer him by positioning his cock at my entrance, hooking my legs around his waist to pull him into me.

I moan at the feeling of him inside of me, his eyes flutter closed at the contact, moaning at the sensation.

“You feel so good.” I smirk at him, watching his eyes flick to where our bodies meet, his thumb brushing against my clit.

I pull Peter closer to me, locking our lips together as he slides in and out of me, deeper with each thrust, causing my body to tingle, the speed of his thumb picking up before slowing right back down.

I pull away from our kiss, trailing kisses down his jaw, running my tongue down his neck, sucking and biting the skin. Peter grips my ass at the contact of my lips, spanking me hard as I rack my nails down his back.

“Just like that Peter.” I whisper in his ear, softly biting his earlobe as he groans.

“Fucking so good.”

I feel the band inside of me tighten, my pussy tightening around his cock.

“Cum for me, come on baby.” My eyes roll back, shocks of electricity flowing through me, holding onto Peter tight. Peter moans against my shoulder, biting the skin before finding his own release.

Before he pulls out, Peter kisses me, holding my face in his hands.

“You’re incredible.” Blush heats up my cheeks as he pulls out of me, hissing at the loss of contact. Peter and I both get dressed quickly, walking back out to the party, moving through the crowd to find Macie and Tyler.

I lock eyes with Macie as her mouth falls open, quickly rushing over to me and pulling me away from Peter.

“You had sex.”

“Shh, don’t tell the whole party.”

Macie rolls her eyes, moving my hair over my shoulder before wincing.

“Have fun explaining that one to your dad.”

I go wide eyed slightly, turning to the hallway mirror and seeing three hickies on my neck.

“Fucking hell.”

Macie chuckles at my expense, pulling me with her to go back to Peter and Tyler. I frown my brows, Tyler now by himself.

“Uh, where did Peter go?” I question as Tyler shrugs. I quickly look around the living room, my eyes landing on Peter watching him slip out the front door without a word.

“Did he just leave?” Macie asks almost dumb founded.

“Guess so.”

“Don’t beat yourself up Y/n, just be lucky you didn’t sleep with Peter, he’s a bit of a fuckboy to be honest.” Tyler chuckles as I feel my body fall cold. Tyler looks between myself and Macie, choking on his drink slightly. “You fucked him.”

“I’m going to head home.” I mumble, Macie quickly pulling me into a hug, walking me to her front door, the same one Peter had just ducked out of.

“You can stay.”

“It’s fine Macie, I want to shower and sleep in my own bed.” Macie smiles weakly at me, pulling me into another embrace. “I’ll text you.”

Macie nods in response as I pull my phone out, calling Happy to pick me up.

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The next morning I wake up feeling rough, hating that I mixed different alcohol’s and feeling off about having slept with a complete stranger, knowing how unlike me that is.

“Good morning Y/n, your dad would like to see you in the kitchen.” Friday’s voice bounces off my bedroom walls. I groan at the announcement, grabbing a scrunchie to throw my hair up in a messy ponytail. I quickly look over my outfit, sweatpants and a stark industries crop jumper, good enough. I grab a pair of socks before walking out onto the cold tiles.

“Friday summoned me.” I announce walking into the kitchen, seeing my dad and the avengers sitting around the table. “Oh awesome.” I whisper.

“And what time did you get home?”

“Eleven, maybe.”

I open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and sitting on the bench, facing everyone.

“How was the party? You’ll have to tell us everything.” Wanda smiles as I nod.

“Y/n Stark, what is that on your neck?” My dad bellows, standing up and tilting my head, looking at the hickies on my neck.

“Nothing.” I push my dad away as everyone at the table snickers.

“You did tell her to go out and party.” Steve states causing my dad to turn and point at the super soldier.

“Stay out of this Rogers.”

“She’s young Tony, let her enjoy her last few weeks of school.” Nat pipes up causing my dad to tut and sit back down.

‘Thank you.’ I mouth to Steve and Nat as they both smile and nod at me.

“So why do you look like you’re having a meeting?”

“We are welcoming a new member to the avengers.” My dad states, sipping his coffee.

“Right, so why did you want me here for that?”

“Because you haven’t met him yet and you’re both going to be interning for me in a few weeks, thought it might be good to be acquainted.” I nod in response to my dad, taking a sip of my water.

“They’re all waiting for you.” I hear Happy’s voice say as he walks into the room, all of the avengers stand and look behind me, I turn and look over my shoulder, feeling my heart beat pick up, my mouth falling dry.

“Peter.” His name falls from my lips in shock.

Peter’s eyes lock onto me as he swallows harshly.

“Peter, buddy, welcome.” My dad greets him like an old friend, his eyes moving from mine to my dads.

I feel a hand grip my forearm, a gasp pulling me out of my thoughts, I quickly pull out of the grip.

“Get out of my head Wanda.”

“He did this.” Wanda whispers gesturing to my neck, Nat and Steve both looking at me. I hold my finger to my lips, pleading with my eyes.

“How much did you see?” Nat whispers to Wanda. I don’t hear Wanda’s response as my dad calls me over to him. I quickly slip off the bench, Nat with a small smirk on her face. I sigh softly knowing they know.

“You called.”

“Peter Parker, this is my daughter Y/N Stark, she will be interning with you and is typically on our communications for missions.” My dad states as Peter puts out his hand for a headshake, I scoff before accepting his gesture.

“So what’s your ability?”

“He’s Spiderman, isn’t it great to finally put a face to the suit.” My mum says, standing next to Happy. Instantly, everything from last night makes sense, the smirk he had when I whispered, the soft touches, leaving the party abruptly. It all makes sense, he knew what he was doing. He could read me like a fucking book.

“Y/n is very fond of you, she studied your web abilities.” My dad states, causing me to run my hand down my face.

“Ah, well, maybe you should show me what you learnt and I could fill in any blanks.” Peter states, causing my dad to hum in approval.

“Why don’t you do that now while I get paperwork ready for you to sign.��� My dad smiles. I feel a hand cup my shoulder, looking to the right and seeing Steve.

“Steve Rogers.”

Peter grabs his outstretched hand, wincing slightly at the grip Steve gives. I slightly elbow the super soldier, knowing Wanda told him what she saw.

“Maybe Banner should go with them, do you want a teenage boy to be left alone with your teenage daughter?” Steve asks, my dad sighs before chuckling.

“Clearly she was with a teenage boy last night, I’m sure Peter here is harmless compared to last night's company.”

I hear Nat and Wanda giggle before passing it off as something else.

“Go.” My dad instructs, I sigh, turning away from him and leading the way to the lab.

The walk to the lab is silent, only my dad’s voice bouncing off the walls asking the group why they’re being weird.

I walk over to my desk, grabbing the file on ‘Web Slinger’ and handing it to Peter.

“Take it.”

Peter’s hand brushes against mine before he grabs the file, sitting in the chair beside mine.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

I scoff, shaking my head. “Oh yeah because you gave me time to tell you.”

Peter sighs, putting the file on my desk before pulling my chair closer to him.

“Could have told me beforehand.”

“It didn’t seem to matter, how was I supposed to know who you were?”

Peter stays quiet, his eyes looking everywhere but mine.

“Not like you stayed afterwards for us to actually have a conversation.”

“I had shit to do, people to save.” Peter states, now looking at me dead in the eyes.

“Fine, I get that but couldn’t you give me your number or some way of contacting you?”

Peter once again stays quiet.

“Did you tell them? Because Captain America seems to be protective.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes. “No, I didn’t tell them. Wanda Maximoff read my mind, guess she told him.” Peter sighs before I continue, “Look, we can just forget it, okay? You’re a part of their team now and we’re just going to have to move on.”

Peter’s hand falls to my knee, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of my sweatpants.

“What if we don’t move on? What if we start something?”

“Peter, I don’t want you to feel you have to start something because I’m your boss's daughter, if you want to forget it ever happened we can.”

Peter tuts, moving his hand from my knee to my face.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I meant what I said last night, you’re incredible” My heartbeat picks up, butterflies erupting inside of me causing Peter to smirk. “I have an effect on you.”

“Cocky arent you.”

Peter smirks smugly, before brushing his lips against mine.

“If you don’t want to try this, stop me.” Peter hesitates for a few seconds before I close the gap between us, kissing him. Peter’s hands move under my thighs, picking me up from the chair and placing me on my desk.

“Peter Parker!” Peter jumps away from me at the shouting of my dad’s voice. “You two have some explaining to do.”

Peter scratches the back of his neck, looking at me as I shrug lightly.

“Maximoff told me, I should have listened to Rogers, but don't tell him I said that.” My dad walks over to us, grabbing the chair Peter once sat in. “I’m listening.”

Peter takes a deep breath before explaining it all to my dad, leaving out a few details as I but in to fill any holes.

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hi! could i request TK strand x male reader where they’ve been dating for a few months and TK brings reader to the station to meet everyone? :)

Feeling at Home | Tyler Kennedy "T.K." Strand x Male!Reader

Hey! :)

Thank you so much for this request, I was super excited to finally write for these characters! I'm sorry I couldn't let each of them talk here, though, idk, I'll do better next time I write them.

I really hope you enjoy it, Anon! <3

summary; see above.

notes; Anxiety; First Meetings; Established Relationship; Found Family; Domestic Fluff; Soft Kisses; Hugs; Comfort.

Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!

“I’d really like you to meet my friends, Y/N,” T.K. had blurted out one evening, as you were watching TV, sitting on the couch, his arms wrapped around you and his chin resting on top of your head.

You had tensed up a little. It wasn’t as though you didn’t want to meet them, because from what T.K. has told you, they sounded like some of the most amazing people you could have ever hoped to meet. They also sounded like some of the most protective people to ever come across, though. And generally, you were just afraid of getting to know new people; especially ones that you felt the need to make a very good impression on, or otherwise they might tell T.K. to break up with you.

At least that was where your mind always wandered off to, when you thought about how your first encounter with the 126th could possibly go.

“Babe?” he had inquired then, sounding unsure and concerned, which had your heart clench painfully.

“Sorry, uh- I’d like to meet them, too. I’m just worried, baby, is all,” you had confessed, tilting your head to look at him.

“Worried about what? I promise, they’ll be nice.” He had kissed your temple then, smiling softly.

“That’s not it. I’m scared they won’t like me. And if they don’t like me, then I wouldn’t know where that left us, you know? Sorry, I know I’m being irrational,” you had told him and averted your gaze, so you wouldn’t have to see his expression to your response.

“Hey, that’s not going to happen, I swear. Look, if – and that is a very humongous if – they didn’t like you, or you didn’t like them, then that would only mean that we wouldn’t all hang out together regularly. That’s all. I wouldn’t leave you over this,” he had assured you, brushing his hand through your hair gently and kissing your cheek softly, “Okay?”

You had nodded and leaned back a little, so you could capture his lips in a chaste kiss.

That was how – a week later – you found yourself in your car, on your way to the station of the 126th. Nervously, your hands tapped on the steering-wheel, wringing it whenever you stopped at a red light. Time and time again over the past week, T.K. had continued to reassure you that they were sure to like you. Apparently they had even asked about you several times, before he had relented and told them that you’d meet them at all. In a way, the knowledge that they were eager to get to know you calmed you down a little, but it also put that much more pressure on you, fearing that they might have had specific expectations for you that you may not be able to meet at all.

Sighing deeply, you turned the corner into the street where the station was and parked your car. You climbed out of it unsteadily, your hands trembling because of the anxiety that kept coursing through your body rapidly.

“It’ll be okay,” you whispered to yourself, trying your very best to calm down before you had a nervous breakdown and then you’d be thoroughly embarrassed.

Taking a deep breath, you pulled out your phone and sent T.K. a quick message to let him know that you were just down the street. He texted back instantly, telling you to stay put and that he’d come get you.

Two minutes later, T.K. already walked down the street and waved at you with a soft smile on his lips. He was dressed in his uniform, of course – and by God, you’d never get over how beautiful he was.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you gently on the lips, which you both reciprocated, putting your own arms around his shoulders.

“Hey, babe, are you ready?” he greeted you, kissing your forehead then, smiling.

Sometimes, it baffled you just how much he smiled when he was with you. You knew of his struggles, and you knew that he liked to hide them, but the way his whole face lit up when he was around you let you know that it definitely wasn’t faked. He was just so breathtakingly gorgeous, too, as he beamed at you, his eyes shining beautifully.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied, a small, nervous smile stretching your lips.

He chuckled softly and turned around to be at your side, putting his arm around your shoulders to keep you close and as a reassuring presence for you, as the two of you walked down the street and to the station.

You hadn’t been inside yet at all, and seeing the fire trucks up close made you swallow thickly. They were huge, dwarfing you as you stood in-between the two trucks at the entrance.

“Guys, could you come over here for a second?” T.K. shouted out to get his friends’ – slash co-workers – attention, ripping you out of your momentary reverie.

He shifted his arm from around your shoulders to your waist, holding onto you and stroking your side gently, reassuringly. It was definitely calming, but not nearly enough. You felt as though you were ready to crawl out of your skin with anxiety, when the rest of the team showed up in a pack, Owen – T.K.'s father – tagging along last. He’s met you already, also not too long ago, and he seemed to like you just fine, but you couldn’t help being especially nervous around him, either.

“Oh, are you Y/N?” the woman, who wore a hijab – Marjan if you remembered correctly from what T.K. has told you –, asked, smiling at the two of you.

Nodding shyly, you choked out a little “Hello”. Your face burned, your anxiety getting worse as all seven pairs of eyes, minus your boyfriend’s, were looking right at you. Being the centre of attention was something you felt deeply uncomfortable with.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you! I’m Mateo, by the way,” Mateo – or Probie, how T.K. had often called him, said, waving at you excitedly.

“Right,” T.K. then said and took it upon himself to introduce you to the rest, going from left to right; Tommy, Nancy, Marjan officially then, Paul and Judd; minus Owen and Mateo, as you already knew them then.

They all greeted you each, with polite, gentle smiles on their faces and kind eyes. Honestly, you felt a little ridiculous for having gotten so worked up about this whole situation.

“T.K.’s told us a bit about you. Nothing bad, don’t worry. We’ve been very eager to finally meet you since, though, so thanks for coming down here to do it,” Judd said, clasping your shoulder and ruffling T.K.’s hair gently. He already felt like a big brother to you, which let you understand just what your boyfriend meant when he’d described him to you before.

“Thanks, Judd. I’m sorry it didn’t happen earlier, uhm-,” you chuckled nervously, not knowing what to say.

“Actually, Y/N, would you like to stay for a bit? We’ve just prepared lunch for all of us and you’d be very welcome to eat with us,” Owen offered gently, rescuing you from the blank you’ve drawn in your mind.

“Sure, yeah, sounds great! Thank you,” you said, nodding eagerly as you leaned into T.K. a little, needing to feel more of his bodily presence than the arm around your waist for a moment.

“Are you alright?” he asked you the second the others turned around to go upstairs.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just anxious still, but fine.”

“Okay. You don’t have to eat with us, though, if you’d rather go home now. We can always do this at a different time. Baby steps and all, right, babe?”

“I’m fine, I promise. I’d really like to have lunch with y’all, my love,” you replied, looking at him with a soft smile, which he mirrored, kissing your lips chastely.

Upstairs, you sat down next to each other near the left end of the table. A lively conversation started up instantly and the entire crew made sure to involve you in it, asking you some questions here and there, letting you interject your own opinion on things, and generally acting as though you’d been there this entire time. It was nice. You felt so much calmer after the first ten minutes already, letting go more and more as time some time passed.

None of them made you feel out of place, or as though they’d rather not have you there at all, and you couldn’t put into words just how grateful you were for it.

Unfortunately, it was all cut a little short, when the alarm blared, the voice of a dispatcher telling the team what kind of emergency they were needed at over the speakers – a car accident.

“Sorry about that. We’ll see you again soon now, right?” Paul said while all of you got up from the table.

“Sure, I’d like that a lot,” you nodded, a genuine smile stretching your lips wide.

“Awesome! I can’t wait! I’ve got to talk more about Marvel with you then!” Mateo exclaimed as he passed you, squeezing your shoulder firmly.

You chuckled and agreed with him, you’d love to do that! Mateo was cute, like a golden retriever puppy or something – you liked him so much already; although, to be fair, you liked all of them a lot already. T.K. was right when he’s told you that they were a great bunch of people, all super nice and welcoming to everyone they met.

The others quickly bid their goodbyes as well, before rushing downstairs to gear up for the call. T.K. and you walked down as well, and when you stopped in front of the EMT bus, he kissed you on the lips a couple of times, his smile growing with each one. You also wore a pretty big smile, when your lips parted for the last time.

“Be careful,” you told him, “I love you, babe.”

“I love you, too, baby,” he said, hugging you close before he waved you goodbye as he got into the bus.

You waved after them, smiling softly to yourself. In all honesty, you couldn’t wait until the next time that all of you would get together on a free day, where no call could interrupt you. They truly were amazing, interesting and kind people that made you feel right at home already.

[storiesofmarvelandtwilight-1232]

I don’t want to hurt you.

Chapter 1 (Wanda x Male Reader)

“Back when I was a kid, I had to keep my powers a secret because I was afraid to the others would hate me, but one day I saw the mortar heading towards me and created a shield in front of me. At first, I thought no one saw me but then I see behind me. Inside a window I see a man and a woman looking at me. I got scared and ran away knowing the someone knew about me.” I spoke.

15 Years ago

I’m hearing a radio saying that there has been reports of kidnapped women recently and that they’re near Los Angeles. I decided to do a ritual to find the missing women. All I had to do was concentrate my mind, look into every single soul’s emotion and feeling. It took a while until I found some souls scared and desperate. I go to the location to where they’re at, to find a whole building almost destroyed the structures were barely stable, but I still entered. When I enter, I see rocks scattered everywhere, windows broken, pillars halfway destroyed, and dusk falling from the ceilings. I start to search everywhere in the top floors, mid floors, and bottom floors. There was no one, but I could still feel the emotions and they were strong. 

“I searched everywhere.” I whisper to myself. “Where else can they be?”

I start to think one place that I didn’t check. That’s when I find out that I never checked outside of the building. I start to search for a secret ground door outside, it didn’t take long until I find out beside a tree, and so I pound of the door to see if someone opens it. It’s a while until someone opens the door revealing a man with a gun pointing it around.

“Who’s there?!” Shouted the man as I was hiding in the shadows. “Show yourself!”

I turn into a crow, fly as fast as I could towards him, enter his mouth, and started to take over control of his body. I close my eyes and open them again revealing that I’m the man holding the gun. I enter the secret room, I around me revealing 10 men with their guns, and 30 scared women behind cell bars.

“Who was it, Tyler?” asked one of them.

I guess that who am I now.

“No one.” I answer. “Just pranksters.”

“Alright, let’s get these women to Japan.” Said another one.

“Can you guys tell why they’re going to Japan?” I ask.

“Because the boss said to sell them there.” answered one of them.

“For what?” I asked 

“As comfort women.” another one answered. “Did you forget?”

“Yeah.” I answer. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t sweat it.” said one of man. “Let’s these women in the trailer.”

One of the started to open the cell door, but the grab the cell door, and close the door.

“What are you doing Tyler?” asked one of them.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not Tyler.” I answered them.

They all pointed their guns at me scared.

“What are you?!” They asked me.

“I’m your WORST NIGHTMARE COME TRUE!” I shouted with a demonic voice.

The body of the man explode letting out a flock of crows attacking the men. The start shooting the crows, but the if they shot the crows they’d multiply. I started to make the crow form me again 

“What the hell!!?” said of them. 

“GET OUT!” I scream at them which they obeyed.

I walked towards the door cell and opened it to let the women out.

“Listen carefully.” I tell them. 

I give them specific instruction to go to the police station which isn’t far, tell them about this place, and be careful not to get lost. I turned into a crow. fly out of the secret door, and see a Jet landed near the building. Fly toward the building, turn back into human as I land to the ground, and hide in the shadows. I observe what’s happening to find a man in an iron suit, a man with a shield, a Red headed woman with a gun, a man with metal wings flying in the sky, a robot, a man with a bow and arrow, another man with iron suit instead it was black, a fast one, and a woman with red wisps coming out of her hands.

“Avengers, Search everywhere and find the captive ones.” said the one with the shield.

Everyone started to enter the building making it to where I’m trapped. If I left the building as a Crow, I would get captured. I take another look at them and then I realize two familiar faces. The fast one and the red wisp one. A year ago, I save the fast one from getting shot and the girl saw me. Now I’m in more in trouble if I get caught, they’ll now know that I’m real. The only way I can get out is if I’m stealth. I start to teleport in the shadows to see if I can find an exit nearby. On the third teleport the red headed girl saw me, started shooting me, but I get out of the fast enough to dodge the bullets.

“Someone’s here, I lost them.” She said to the rest of the team.

“Everyone, secure the area.” said the man with the shield.

The man with the metal wings, the robot, and the two-man iron suits started to over the building on the search for me. The only way to win is if I confuse them one by one. I started first with the man with the shield, ran past them, went to the shadows, and teleported away. I kept doing the same thing to each one of them.

“Steve is it just me or this person teleporting everywhere?” asked the man with the Bow.

“Same thing for me.” said the Redheaded woman. “He’s using the shadows to get away.”

“Tony and Rhodey use your beams to illuminate the place.” said the main with shield

The two men in Iron suits raise one of their hands and the whole place is bright. The moment the whole place lightens up I stop teleporting. I’m standing right in front of the man with the bow.

“Who are you?” he asked me.

“None of your business.” I answered.

The man then shoots an arrow at me, but I stop it using my powers.

“Get out of my way.” I tell him.

“Guys they’re here!” he tells everyone.

I then turn into a crow and start to fly off. I could taste the freedom, but then a red wisp started to form around me. I couldn’t move at all, I had no choice but turned back into human, I see behind me spotting the woman using her powers to keep me in place. I start to fight back, but every time I fought, I just stay more still. I started to get angry, but it wasn’t good at all because I was going to lose control. My eyes then turn red and the red wisp around me break. I start to attack them one by one. The man with the shield throws his shield at me, but I stop it midair and bend it in two. The red headed starts to tase me, I absorb it the electricity and give it to her back. The ones who were flying I put on the ground like a magnet was attached to them. The fast one tried to punch me, but I move the ground like quicksand to get one of his feet stuck in the ground. The red wisp woman tried to use her powers to keep me still again, but I give her the take of her own medicine. 

“Ok ok, I’m sorry.” She says to me.

My eyes then turn back to normal. I put her down and release her.

“Apology accepted.” I tell her.

Just then I get shocked from behind and everything goes black.

AVENGERS POV:

The avengers get release from their traps and goes to the anonymous person.

“Nice shot, Clint.” Rhodey says to Clint.

“Thanks.” says Clint

“Avengers, Get this man in the quinjet now.” says Steve.

“Also get him in a very secured cell. He stronger than he looks.” Adds Tony.

“We could’ve used Bruce.” complains Sam.

“He needed to stay to study the Hulk.” Vision reminds him.

“Enough games, we need to get him in a cell now.” Steve interrupts.

Clint lifts Y/N and takes him to the quinjet.

TO BE CONTINUED......

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Waiting for This [Damon Salvatore]

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pairing - damon salvatore x fem!vampire!reader 

type - fluff, smut

note - hey, guys! this was a request. i had a lot of fun writing this, enjoy! i decided to make you a vampire :) elena is a little more bratty in this lol. also you are pretty sober when you two start doing stuff, i felt uncomfortable writing two drunk people have sex, even if they’re adults lol

summary - you and damon are best friends and one night after drinking, you two hook up. 

warnings - smut (sex, oral receiving, choking kink, praise kink, you and damon domming each other lol. this is getting hot and heavy luvs), language, frisky language lol, alcohol, you being a funny and sensitive drunk

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You strutted into The Grill, black ripped jeans on, a dark red, spaghetti-strapped blouse tucked into the jeans, and your hair blown out and voluminous. Your red painted lips were upturned into a smirk, eyes covered by your black sunglasses. 

Heads easily turned at the sight of you. Men and women’s mouths opened, catching flies. You looked around to see if you could spot your group of friends. You looked to see them playing pool. 

You had just moved here two weeks ago. You were getting tired of living in Chicago, since you had been living there for the past 10 years. Being a vampire, you usually stayed in a place for a decade or so before people noticed you weren't getting any older. You usually started at a place at 15 years old, using makeup and clothing to make yourself look younger since you were and have been 20 for a little over 2 centuries. 

You had decided to go to Mystic Falls, Virginia since there were rumours of other vampires here. You thought you might be able to see you friends, but you sadly didn’t. Instead, you found the infamous Salvatore brothers. The ones that one of your friends, Katherine Pierce, talked about. Katherine, sadly, was gone and was running from the Original hybrid, Klaus. You missed her, but you knew you would see her again soon. 

On your first day in Mystic Falls, you had gotten the attention of a petite, cute blonde named Caroline Forbes. You actually ran into her first at the high school she and her friends went to. You were playing the new girl and Caroline had kindly partnered up with you. You had actually planned on using her as a snack, but she quickly threw you against the wall and was about to snap your neck when you apologized for mistaking her as a human. You explained you have been a vampire since 1796, being turned from Katherine as a favor for giving her shelter and a place to hide. You loved being a vampire and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

Next you met Elena, who was a new vampire, and Bonnie Bennet who was a witch and descendent of one of your old friends, Emily Bennet. Bonnie and you quickly became friends, too. You showing her the good side of being a vampire and that you weren’t all looking for trouble. 

Then, you met Stefan Salvatore. He was cute, like Katherine had mentioned. He also was helplessly in love with Elena, but they sadly had broken up a few weeks before you came. Now, Elena was pining over someone else, which led you to Damon Salvatore. 

Sexy, funny, and basically the male version of you, so Bonnie and Caroline say. Damon and you had a fun. playful relationship. You two acted like you hated each other because you were so alike, but also teasing each other to the point where you two are horny and face’s are red like firetrucks.

You had a huge ass crush on Damon. You couldn’t help it. From the first time you saw him, you fell in love. Yet, the last two weeks have just consisted of friendship for you. You wanted him so bad, but you couldn’t work up the nerve to kiss him, which was funny since you always seemed so confident. 

Elena was also head over heels for him, too, which pissed you off. Elena and you kept it pretty civil, but the way she looked at Damon made you want to snap her neck and kill her, but to your dismay, she was already dead and Stefan would never let you close enough to stake her. Like right now while they were playing pool, she was making goo-goo eyes at him. 

You rolled your eyes and took off your sunglasses, putting them in your back pocket.

“Wow, you desperate for attention or something? Can’t compel guys to screw you?” Elena blurted as you walked towards them. 

You raised your brows in amusement, smiling with it. “Wow, someone so jealous that they have to insult another woman?” 

Elena pouted and moved back, embarrassed. 

“She’s a new vampire, her emotions are still amplified and she’s learning to control it,” Stefan stuck up for her. 

“Stefan, don’t stick up for her. She's been a vampire for like, a month, according to you all. She should be able to control her emotions by now,” you said and moved next too Damon, who was looking you up and down. 

I personally like Y/n’s outfit,” Damon smirked. 

You blushed but looked down to hide your face. 

“Damon, you like anything walking with skin showing,” Stefan scoffed. 

You frowned at him. 

“I happen to like Y/n’s outfit, too. Really cute and sexy,” Caroline smiled. 

You smiled back at her. “Thank you. I’ll let you borrow my top sometime. Whenever Tyler comes back, you can wear it.” Caroline jumped up and down in excitement. You chuckled and grabbed a pool cute.

You went next to Damon, purposely brushing your arm on his. Butterflies shot down from your stomach to your core. Your skin tingled at the contact. Your eyes met with Damon’s icy blue ones. You felt heat gather between your thighs, and you looked away before your legs could give out from under you. 

“Something wrong, L/n?” Damon asked in a low tone. 

“Nope,” you breathed in. 

You made eye contact with Caroline, who was smirking at you, noticing the heavy sexual tension between you two. You ignored their stares and racked the balls. You took a shot and smiled triumphantly as an orange solid ball went into one of the holes. 

“Good one, L/n!” Damon smiled and shoved you to the side gently. 

You scoffed playfully, poking him with a the pool cue. He took a shot and go no balls in.

“Looks like you’re going down, Salvatore,” you laughed.”

“Shut up, L/n.”

You smirked, taking your turn. You got 2 balls in again. You fist-pumped Stefan as you and him enjoyed watching Damon be defeated. Stefan liked it because he currently was fighting with Damon. You liked it because Damon teased you and the annoyed/angry look on his face was so hot. 

“God, I’m gonna slam you against the wall if you keep up your streak,” Damon muttered in annoyance. 

Your stomach did cartwheels again as you imagined in slamming you against the wall. His hand on your neck, choking you, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. His free hand roaming your body and-

“Y/n? You good there?” Caroline’s voice interrupted your daydreaming. 

Your head snapped to her and your face flushed. “I-I’m fine.”

You saw Damon smirk in the corner of your eye. You looked at him and glared. “Shove it, Damon.”

“Oh, I’ll shove it in you, all right,” Damon smiled. 

“Woah, that's a new one. Working on your one-liners? Hoping to get laid, Salvatore?” You teased back.

“Not by your ass,” Damon scoffed quickly. 

“Hm, I wouldn't do you either. Who knows how many girls you've been with in your 170 plus years,” you said, bumping your hip with his to get him out of the way. 

“We are gonna go to the bar, want anything?” Caroline asked, obviously wanting to get away from you and Damon’s inappropriate jokes. 

“A round of shots!” You ordered. 

“For you and Damon?” Caroline asked, surprised.  “Yep. Winner gets to plan out the next mission to kill Klaus. Alcohol makes playing pool a lot harder,” you said, looking back and smiling at Damon.

He smiled back at you. A friendly, sweet smile. He couldn’t help it, even though he was teasing you and being playfully rude to you a few minutes ago. 

You were beautiful. Your ability to not give a shit about anyone’s opinions about you, being able to handle a joke, being secure in yourself. Joking around with him, sharing the same humor with him. The fact that you were literally drop dead gorgeous. Your perfect smile, your body that looked flattering in anything you wore - even big t-shirts and sweatpants. The way your eyes lit up when you got all excitedly, like now. You were just so perfect, it was unbelievable. 

You saw the way Damon was looking at you. Your smile got even wider and a blush arose on your cheeks. His pupils were dilated and a longing look replaced the mocking expression he had before. You looked away, looking to Caroline who was walking over with a tray of a dozen shots. 

“Thanks, Care,” you smiled and took the tray from her. You walked over to Damon and put the tray on a table nearby. 

“Alright, ready to lose, Salvatore?” You smirked and turned to Damon, setting your hand on your hip suggestively. 

“I think you said win wrong,” Damon smiled at you. 

You grinned and gave him a shot. You two downed it easy and set the cups down. You walked back to the pool table, bending down and lining up your pool cue. You took your shot, the white ball hitting a purple solid, but not with enough force. You huffed, stepping back and letting Damon take the stand. 

“Looks like the alcohol has already affected your aim,” Damon smirked. 

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes. 

Damon took position and took his shot. He managed to get 3 striped balls in. Your jaw fell in amazement. Damon turned back to you, chuckling at your expression. He looked you in the eyes and did his signature smirk. As he held eye contact with you, your knees buckles. You yelped as you fell, reaching out for the pool table ledge, but it was too far. Instead of falling, though, you were caught by Damon. 

You fell against his chest, your head ending up on his shoulder. You gasped as he caught you at the last second, quickly looking up into his eyes. His blue eyes were already staring down at you. He was looking at you with that loving look again. You returned the look, trying to let him know with your eyes that you were in love with him. His arms tightened around you, his hands resting on the small of your back. His touch felt warm and made you feel protected. 

He pulled you back up on your feet, which made your foreheads touch. You felt his breath on your lips, begging you to kiss them. Damon’s right hand moved from your back to the bare skin on your arm. He ran his fingertips up and down, making your body hot. Your stomach flipped at his touch and how close you both were. Never once in these two weeks have you ever gotten this close to him. 

It felt nice. Your bodies fit with each other perfectly. You knew that you could stay in his arms forever, if ever given the chance. 

You looked back up to his eyes, seeing him still staring at you. Your eyes flickered down to his lips and back up to his eyes again, working up the nerve to make a move. But as soon as you felt ready enough, he pulled away, leaving you cold and lonely. 

“Let’s get back to the game. I’m interested in planning to kill Klaus,” Damon said and took his pool cue in his hands. 

You coughed awkwardly and nodded. You went over to the shots, taking two and downing them. You went back to the pool table, taking your pool cue that fell on the floor. You took your turn, hitting a ball in. Damon took his turn next. 

You two drank shots and played pool in silence. The air between you two was heavy and awkward. You didn’t try to look him in the eye, afraid you might burst into tears or kiss him, and him rejecting you. You thought he liked you, but apparently, you were wrong.

An hour and a half later, you were absolutely wasted. You were playing pool, drinking more alcohol than your body could probably hold. 

“Okay, I think it’s time for you to go home, Y/n,” Damon said. 

“Nu-uh,” you shook your head and stumbled. Damon caught you once again. 

You looked into his eyes, admiring the blue. “You have pretty eyes.”

Damon blushed lightly, but rolled his eyes to cover that fact. “Okay, Missy, I’ll drive you home.”

“Fine,” you huffed. You held onto his bicep, stumbling as you walked to the door. Your grip on his bicep had butterflies swarming in his chest. Damon sighed and stopped walking. He put his arm under your legs and your back and scooped you up. 

Your heart fluttered and you giggled as a verbal response. Damon smiled softly at your laugh, it making his heart happy. He carried you to your car and had you hand your keys over. He set you on your passenger seat and buckled you in. He went over to the driver’s seat. He drove you back home. 

“Let’s go, sweetheart,” Damon said and scooped your up again. You put you around around his neck and cuddled into his chest. 

Damon held you close to him and unlocked your front door. He walked you to your bedroom, laying you down on your bed. 

“I’ll get you some water and coffee, okay?” Damon said. You nodded. groaning and turning around. 

Damon chuckled and went into your kitchen. While he was getting your beverages, you decided to get up and change into pjs. You slowly took off your shoes and shimmied out of your jeans. You sat back down on your bed and took your top off. While you were throwing your shirt in your laundry basket, Damon came in. 

“Woah!” Damon exclaimed and quickly turned around.  “Damon?” You asked and stood up. You walked into him, still in your underwear. 

“Are you dressed?” Damon asked while breathing in deeply. His jeans got tighter as he thought about you sitting in your lingerie. 

“No,” you stated. “Well, get dressed then,” Damon scoffed. 

You frowned, “You don’t like my body?”

Damon’s eyes widened, but he stayed turned around. “No! I... this is weird, Y/n. We are friends.”

Tears clouded in your eyes. “I.. I thought you would like my body. I workout and my ex boyfriends say I look hot. Why don’t you think I look hot?”

Damon sighed and turned around slowly. He eyed your body quickly before going back up to your eyes. 

“Y/n, you’re gorgeous. With and without clothes. You are hot, trust me. Let’s just get you sobered up, okay?” Damon said. 

Your tears disappeared and you smiled. You nodded and turned around. Damon checked your backside out, taking a deep, hard breath. He walked over to your nightstand and put the water bottles and cup of coffee on it. 

You quickly got into shorts and a big t-shirt. You sat down on the bed, taking one of the water bottles and downing the water because of the dehydration you felt from the alcohol. Damon sat down next to you. 

“How come you’re not drunk?” You asked. 

“Because I didn’t drink as much as you,” Damon said. 

“Oh,” you pouted and took a sip of coffee. “Ew, it’s so bitter.”

“Well, you need strong, black coffee to wake you up a little,” Damon smiled. 

You grumbled in agreement and drank more coffee. You two sat in a comfortable silence until you felt a little more awake and a lot less drunk. 

“Vampires sober up fast,” you laughed. 

“Mhm and you happen to be one,” Damon smiled and booped your nose. 

You smacked his hand away playfully. He took your hand and did something that you never thought he would. He intertwined his fingers with yours. Your face flushed and you looked into his eyes for an answer. 

“Damon?” You asked. 

He put his other hand on your cheek, moving his head closer to your lips. You started to breathe heavily and your dead heart felt alive again.

Your brain couldn’t process what was happening. “Damon? Do you know what you’re doing?”

Damon smiled at you. “I know.”

His lips got closer to you and you head got fuzzy. “Damon, are you sure?” You wanted nothing more than to kiss him and have the greatest, hottest sex with him, but you after tonight’s events, you weren’t sure if he was doing this because he liked you, or it was in the moment.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now, be quiet so I can kiss you,” Damon said softly.

You felt giddy inside as Damon finally pressed his lips against yours. 

The kiss started out slow, hesitant, but passionate. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. Your eyes fluttered and closed in pure bliss. Damon scooted more on the bed and you followed. 

You laid down on your pillow, Damon crawling up on top of you. You two never broke the kiss while you moved. Damon did once he got settled, though. He looked in your eyes, smiling. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” you breathed out. “Me, too,” Damon said and kissed you cheek and went down to your neck.

He sucked on the sweet spot below your ear, making you moan and buck your hips at his. You felt his bulge and smirked. 

You took ahold of his shoulders, flipping you two with your vampire speed. You straddled his waist, putting your core right over his bulge. Damon groaned as you grinded against him, diving your head down to his neck. You licked around his ear, making him shiver underneath you. 

“Y/n,” Damon moaned and gripped your hips. You smirked against his skin, kissing and sucking down his neck. You set your hips back on his thighs, putting your hands on the hem of his shirt, but he was already one step ahead of you. 

He took his shirt off, throwing it haphazardly on the floor. You grinned and ran your hands down his chest, going down again to kiss his chest and go down to the top of his jeans. 

Damon let out a growl as you licked his hip bone. Damon took ahold of you neck and flipped you around against. You let out a surprised moan, loving the feeling of his hand around your throat. He bent down to your ear and whispered, “I’m in charge here, okay?”

You looked into his eyes, feeling wetness pool between in your legs. You nodded fast, “Yes, sir.”

Damon smirked and kept his grip on your neck and made eye contact with you as his other hand went down to your breasts. His fingertips grazed your hard nipples, leaving you whining and squirming. Damon smirked, putting his hand over one of your breasts, needing it. He rolled your nipple in between his thumb and middle finger. You choked on your breath, the ache in your pussy becoming  worse and worse with every move he made. 

“Hm, Damon,” you sighed, your voicing coming out choked because of his hand that had a hold on your neck. He switched breasts, his hand that was on your neck let go, trailing down past your breasts and to your dripping pussy. 

Damon glided his fingers over your slit, going in slightly, groaning at the feeling. “So wet, baby. I’ve barley done anything.”

You let out a yearning whine, your back arching off the bed. Damon chuckled and slid his middle finger in, your eyes closing in bliss. 

“Look at me, princess,” Damon said in a low tone. Your opened your eyes, seeing Damon’s mouth just above your clit, his hand entering your pussy painfully slow. 

You watched with wide, lustful eyes as he entered two fingers into your pussy, attaching his lips to your clit. You let out a loud cry, your back arching off the bed. Damon fingered you, curling his fingers inside of you, finding your spot. As he did his first lick over your clit, your hands flew to his hair, pulling hard. 

“Damon!” You shouted in pleasure, bucking your hips up to his face. He smirked, putting his lips over your clit, sucking on it. You whimpered at this, shutting your eyes in ecstasy. 

Damon's free hand went up to your stomach, pushing you down on the bed. You whined, looking at him. You got more wet as you saw his bright blue eyes staring at you. He had this predatory look in them that sent you throwing your head back again. Your thighs moved in on his head, holding him in place as he worked wonders on your pussy. 

“Tastes good,” you heard him mutter. The vibrations of his words made the knot in your stomach build more. As Damon’s fingers moved into you and his tongue swirling around your clit, spelling out the alphabet, you felt yourself coming close. 

“Damon I-I-I,” you cried out, getting stuck on your words. Damon chuckled quietly, enjoying seeing you writhe under him. Heaven knows he’s dreamt about this from the day you two met. 

“Damon!” You moaned, feeling your orgasm wash over you. Damon ran his tongue over your clit one last time, making sure to suck on the sensitive bud with pressure. 

As you rode out your high, your back collapsed on the bed, your chest heaving up and down. You looked at Damon, a thin cover of sweat lining your forehead. Damon took his fingers out of your pussy, sucking off the remaining juices. He made deep eye contact with you. You felt your body become aroused again, your pussy becoming wet again. 

He took his fingers out of his mouth, looking all over your face. He went over your body, setting his hand on your cheek. He smiled as he admired you’re beauty. “You’re gorgeous, you know.”

You blushed and smiled big at him. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”

Damon chuckled, “Thank you. Round two?”

You smirked and took ahold of his shoulders, flipping you two over. You settled your naked body over his lower stomach. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Damon smiled and went to take off his pants. You helped him, your eyes becoming wide with lust again as he took off his underwear, revealing his member. You licked your lips, knowing you had been dreaming about this time since forever. 

“Ready, princess?” Damon asked. 

You looked up at him, nodding. Damon put his hands on your hips, guiding your entrance to his cock. You slowly slid down, savouring the feeling of his cock stretching your walls out. You both let out deep, relieved moans. 

Damon kept his hands on your hips, gripping them as you started moving up and down. The slow-paced movement quickly ended as you were soon bouncing on his dick, your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. You both were panting loudly, moans coming out of you every second. 

“Hm, Damon,” you groaned, biting your lip. Damon looked up at you, admiring the way your face was scrunched up in satisfaction. 

You two felt your orgasms build up. You both rode out your highs, you collapsed on him, pulling yourself off his dick. Damon put is arm around you, his lips pressing a sweet, loving kiss to your forehead. 

“Wow,” you breathed out once you calmed down. 

“Yeah, I know. I've been waiting for this since forever,” Damon said.

You chuckled, “Yeah, me too.”

Damon sighed contently. You buried your head in his chest. 

“Is this it for us?” You asked. 

“You wanna be more?” Damon asked. 

You looked up at him with a small smile. “Yeah. I would like to.”

Damon smiled back at you, planting a kiss on your lips. “Me, too.”

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this is my last damon imagine guys. hope you enjoyed reading!

[cinnamonshibabuns]

Hi hi your writings so lovely and I was wondering if you could do some mommy mearest smut with a male reader? Thanks in advance!!

Aw thank you!💖 and ofc! Also ur welcome!💖💖 hope you like it!

WARNING: SMUT⚠️

Mommy Mearest x male!reader smut

Y/n: italic

Mommy mearest: bold

                                                                                                                                I was on the speakers with Gf watching Bf rap my girlfriend, Lucy, also known as Mommy mearest. She was on the last song and it looks like she wasn’t doing pretty well against Bf. I once battled him too but hell! This guy is unbeatable! As soon as she was finished he groaned in annoyance and sighed, “fine, you can date my daughter, but if you ever break her heart I will make sure to break your balls instead.” Bf gulped and nodded quickly. I jumped off the speakers and pecked my girlfriend’s plump black lips. “You did great honey, Like damn!” She blushed and giggled,”thanks sweetheart.” I grabbed her hand and lead her to the limo. I opened the door to the limo for her and bowed, “ladies first~” she chuckled and pecked my cheek which ended up with a black lipstick stain. I’m definitely not washing my face- I went to the driver’s side and got in. I started the car and started driving, I then turned my attention to Lucy, she looked so beautiful and sexy with her thighs squished together and her red dress wrapping her breasts tightly. I quickly turned my attention to the road as soon as I felt my pants and boxers getting tight. I saw her look down at my crotch area at the corner of my eye and let out a chuckle, “You naughty boy~ checking me out while driving huh, sweetheart?~” she then started to undo my pants and pulled down my tight boxers. I felt her black nail tips trail down my cock which made me shiver and groan. She then leaned down and took my length in her warm mouth. I let out groans as she bobbed her head up and down. She then got back up and removed her clothes and bra, leaving her only in her black lacy panties as I tried my hardest not to look at her beautiful body. She leaned down again and wrapped her big breasts around my wet throbbing member. She moved her breasts up and down while peppering the top of my cock with kisses and tiny kitten licks. At this point my groans and growls were loud, I quickly parked somewhere and said, “backseat.” After we both were at the backseat I got on top of her and kissed and sucked on her large perky breasts. I then stopped and rubbed my throbbing member on her wet clit, teasing her. She started to let out moans as I went in, I stopped to know if she was fine with me moving. She nodded eagerly, as soon as I got approval I started to slam my cock in her wet pussy. Her tight core hugging my cock like a perfect glove. I started to groan and drool as she moaned and screamed out my name. After a few minutes of thrusting I pulled out and came on her stomach while she came on the limo seats. We stayed like this for a while to catch our breaths, as soon as we came down from our high we both chuckled and shared a little kiss.

I hope you like this smut shot!💖💖💖 have a great day/night my wonderful peeps!💖💖💖

-Tyler/Keith/Shiba💛🖤

[peculiarpatches]

𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 - 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

Hello!!

 I’ve had this idea for awhile and decided ‘fuck it’ let’s write it. This is the prologue, so, there’s not much other than the main source and description of what the story is going to be about.  I would post the full story here, however, I just want to make sure people actually like it before I put it out there, haha. Either way - I do hope you like it! If you do, please like, comment and HELL - give me a few suggestions for other stories or what you’d like to see if you find yourself, enjoying this story. Thank you very much for reading :) It means the world to me. Much love, always. - cierra. x 

SIDENOTE: This story will contain both angst and smut. it’ll also feature triggering topics (abuse, both emotional and physical) so please be cautious when reading! also, female reader and features she/her pronouns. 

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                                                PROLOGUE. 

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Billy Hargrove. Bringing his name up in a conversation always brought one of two different reactions.  For the girls, it'd cause their cheeks to bleed red and they'd chew on their bottom lip and twirl their stray pieces of hair in between their fingers, murmuring how attractive he was and what they'd do if he were to ask them out. (What they'd do if they were alone with him in the back of his car, too. (Y/N) heard plenty of that scenario. Way too many details, if you were to ask her.  She still cringes when she thinks about Margaret Adams going into full story mode of what she'd do to Billy and what she'd like for Billy to do to her. Margaret was the definition of innocent. Went to church every Sunday, prayed without being told to, always carried a bible with her, would blush when a boy - male teachers, included - glanced in her direction. She was one of those girls. So, when she told (Y/N) what she'd love to do to Billy and vice versa, it was shocking, to say the very least. Of course, the moment the sentence (well.... several sentences) leaves her mouth, Margaret turned her head to the side averting  her gaze, but the sudden rosiness of her cheeks gave her away. (Y/N) could tell her  blush was burning  through her cheeks and her face  was feeling like a hot oven. 

She probably felt like a  sinner, saying all those foul words and using such dirty language like that...  

Oh, how she curses herself for not being able to stop herself from the sinful thoughts that corrupted her mind. 

(Y/N) practically felt the embarrassment clouding over from Margaret and hovering above her  as she attempted to hide her rosy cheeks behind her skinny fingers. (Y/N) had to fight back a laugh, even though it wasn't so funny to poor Margaret who was still blushing a beet-red and trying to pull her long, wavy brown hair to hide her burning cheeks. 

(It didn't work out and eventually, with a huff, Margaret gave up and dropped her hands at her sides.) "It's fine," (Y/N) reassured with a gentle smile. "I was just curious as to what people really thought about him. I'm new here too, you know?" She said with a shrug. "And although I may not be as pretty as Hargrove, I do wish I was given some attention he receives." She laughs, thankful Margaret found it funny as well as she had started to giggle.  

"I just wanted to know why people are so star struck over him, that's all." She explained. Margaret, this time, shrugged in reply.  "Not sure myself." She admitted, the red to her cheeks only growing deeper as she admits this statement. "He's something else, though, right?" Margaret continued.  "Sure." (Y/N) grinned, though it was far from a real, genuine smile. "Anyways, I've got to get to class but thank you." As she gets up to leave, Margaret is quick with an, "Oh! Hey... don't tell Pastor  Jason about what I said, okay?" "I promise. Your secret is safe with me.") When his name would be brought up with the same sex as he, there was mixed signals.  "I don't see the big deal of Hargrove." one spat.  "He's a cool dude, I guess." another spoke. "If he comes anywhere near Sabrina, I'm going to fight him, no matter where I am or how much trouble I'll get into, that's my girl and I'm not having Billy try and snatch her away." a jealous boy with the name Tyler said.   (In the end, as one comes to find out, Sabrina broke up with Tyler for Billy.)  (Billy and her didn't last.)  (His relationships never do.)  (It was a lose-lose situation for Tyler and Sabrina.)  Billy Hargrove.  From what I've seen myself, and from all the stories that I overhear in the school cafeteria, he's one Hell of a guy. Good and bad. There's two sides to every story, isn't there?   (There's more bad than good, so I've heard.)   This being said, that's what I've come to do — give a story to those curious about Billy Hargrove.  Who is he? Really? Behind that smirk he wears proudly against his lips — what goes on behind closed doors? (Other than the obvious hook up's.)  Does this man actually have a heart towards other people or does he only give a shit about himself? I have no idea. Nobody does.  I guess what I'm trying to say here is.... if nobody's going to ask questions, I might as well try and seek out the answers myself.  Nothing else interesting has happened in Hawkins, Indiana until Billy and his family have moved in.   It's Indiana, for fuck sake's. Not shit is interesting and the only entertaining thing that was going on was Billy and watching him from afar like he was the main character in a movie.  To Billy, more than likely, it was his world and we were all just his side characters, living in it.  Not anymore.  I've acted before. Won a few awards and ribbons for my acting skills, actually. (Not to brag.)  So, I can gladly pretend to love Billy Hargrove - the most  selfish and mysterious man  there  is in Hawkins, Indiana.  What's the worst that could happen?

Again, nothing else interesting happens in this town. Why not play pretend and see what he’s all about? 

Yes, I’m well aware too; Curiosity killed the cat. But, satisfaction brought it back. 

[itsadamcole]

i wish

fem!reader x tyler breeze

It’s been almost three months since reader last saw her husband, Tyler Breeze. He’s been traveling for wrestling. Reader has a fancy dinner event for her law firm and she wishes that Tyler was there to accompany her. Little does reader know that Tyler has a little surprise up his sleeve ... “i wish you were here”

word count: 4.6k

warning: soft smut, fluff, a scene including sexual harassment, tyler being cute and happy, probably wrong legal stuff but we’re gonna pretend it’s real for the sake of the imagine

— just something i’ve been working on for a while and never posted —

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As you do your makeup for your formal dinner party with your co-workers, your mind wanders off to your husband.

It's been close to three months since you kissed Tyler goodbye and it's gotten harder and harder every day. You miss him. You miss him being around and you miss hearing him yell and scream when he's streaming or playing UNO with DaParty.

The house has been too quiet without him. The only reason you're not feeling lonely is because of Kanga, Tigger, and Roo, the two dogs and the cat you and Tyler parent.

As you're applying your lipstick, you realize that you have a few tears running down your cheeks, ruining your makeup. You groan, frustrated with yourself as you dry the tears and fix your look.

Once your makeup is finally done, you get into the dress you bought for the occasion.

The dinner tonight is a formal event, meaning full-length dresses instead of the usual cocktail dress. You bought a full length dark red satin dress for the occasion. The top of the dress hugs your chest while the skirt has a slight flare to it. The v-neck dips down a little bit and the sleeves are thin as they sit on your shoulders. You pair the dress with dark red heels.

You put in diamond earrings that were gifted to you by Tyler on your first wedding anniversary. They hand down a little bit. To decorate your neck, you wear a necklace that your sister gave you for your birthday two birthdays ago. You put on your engagement and wedding rings on your left ring finger. You rarely ever wear your rings to work, let alone a work event.

As you're putting on your jewelry, your phone starts to go off. You walk over to the ringing device. Tyler is trying to FaceTime you.

You've told him about the dinner tonight and he said that he'd be there if he could. He knows how much you hate any kind of party.

Putting a smile on your face, you answer the FaceTime call. Tyler is looking at his phone, waiting for you to pick up. The second he sees you, a smile lights up his face. "There's my beautiful wife," Tyler says. "I can only see your face but I just know you look stunning."

"Hold on," you say, walking over to the full-length mirror in your bedroom. You turn the camera so the camera is on the mirror. The sunlight coming through the window lights up the room.

Tyler has a look of awe on his face as he looks at you in the mirror via the phone camera. "Baby," he says. "You look like a princess."

You smile and say, "I just need a little tiara."

Your husband says, "You don't need a tiara to be a princess, baby. This right here proves it."

You giggle and turn the camera back to your face. "I wish you were here," you say. "I hate going to these things alone."

Tyler says, "I know. I wish I was too. I'll be home for the next event though and we can kill it together. I promise."

"I can't wait," you say, glancing at the time. "Okay, I have to get going. It's going to take me years to drive to the place where this event is going to be because I'm in a gown and heels."

Your husband laughs over the phone and he asks, "Is it at The Oak again?"

Nodding, you say, "Of course it is because the partners always have this stupid dinner at the same exact place every few months."

Both you and Tyler laugh before he says, "Well, then, I'll let you go. You look beautiful, baby. I love you."

"And I love you," you say, blowing him kisses through the phone. "I'll see you when you come home."

Tyler smiles and says, "I'll be home before you know it. It'll go by quickly."

You smile as you both say your goodbyes. You grab your clutch and walk downstairs, phone already in hand from having just been on it when Tyler called.

You get into your car. You turn it on and start the half-hour ride to The Oak.

The Oak is a fancy hotel with a large ballroom area that the partners at your law firm always use for these events. There's one every four to six weeks. You've been working at Dolan and Reid's law firm for close to ten years so these get kind of boring after a while. You're required to be at each one though because of your position in the firm. You're a junior partner. You were promoted late last year and you were ecstatic.

You've been with Tyler since you were just starting out in the law firm. You got married four years ago. It's been an amazing four years.

As you pull up, you see several of your co-workers walking into the hotel. They're laughing and already having a good time. You park in the parking lot before you walk into the hotel yourself.

You've been here so many times, the hotel employees know your name and you know most of theirs. You don't have to ask where the bar is because you've been here so often.

When you walk up to the bar, the bartender, whose name is Lucy, asks, "What can I get for you, Y/N?"

You sigh, "A glass of your best whiskey, Lucy. Thank you."

She nods and gets your drink ready.

"This drink is on me," a male voice says beside you. You look over and see one of the other junior partners standing next to you. Danny Watson. You roll your eyes as you're handed your drink. "What? No 'hello'? Or what about 'hi, Danny. How are you'?"

You sip your drink and hold up your left ring finger with your wedding ring on it. "I'm married, remember?" you say coldly. "I'm not interested for the hundredth time."

Danny says, "I know for a fact that your husband is out of town for some wrestling bullshit so let me take you home, baby. Let me show you what I could do if you dumped that husband of yours that's never home."

You stay calm as you say, "Listen here, Daniel. Don't you insult my husband's work by calling it bullshit. And don't you dare even ask me to go home with you. I'm tired of you and your sexual harassment. Do it one more time and I'll talk to the partners about it."

He laughs and says, "You think they're gonna do anything about it? They have more important things to deal with than an allegation of sexual harassment."

"You forget that I'm a lawyer that handles sex cases or cases involving harassment and assault," you spit at him. "I'll sue you and represent myself."

Danny rolls his eyes and says, "Whatever, Y/N. You're not worth my time anymore."

You get angry and you say, "Fuck you, Danny. I was never worth your time because I am not going to cheat on my husband with anyone, let alone someone as low as you."

Someone walks over and stands beside you. "Y/N, is Danny bothering you again?" You look over and see that it's your best friend from work, Y/WBF/N. You sigh with relief and nod. "Go the fuck away, Danny. Stop harassing the poor girl when she's already upset enough."

Danny rolls his eyes and walks off. You thank Y/WBF/N and say, "My hero."

She hooks her arm with yours and says, "Let's head into the main room and dance a little bit. We both need to let off a little steam after that."

You finish your drink and say, "I couldn't agree more." The two of you walk into the ballroom area and walk to the dance floor.

Y/WBF/N is wearing a full-length form-fitting black dress. It looks beautiful on her. Her jet black curls bounce up and down as she moves.

You and your work best friend both dance for about 30 minutes before the DJ says, "Let's slow it down a little bit so the couples in the room can dance together."

A Thousand Years by Christina Perri plays and you leave the dance floor area with Y/WBF/N, finding a seat at one of the round tables. You sip the water that's provided for you and you notice Y/WBF/N glance behind you and smile a bit.

Before you can react or say anything, you hear a familiar voice behind you say, "Excuse me, Mrs. Breeze. I believe that you should be on the dance floor with your husband." You quickly turn around in your seat and look behind you to see your husband, Tyler Breeze, standing behind you. He's fully dressed in a black and white suit with a red tie.

Quickly, you get up and wrap your arms around Tyler's neck. You're on your tiptoes as you hug him. You're hugging your husband for the first time in months. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck.

Tyler takes your hand and leads you over to the dance floor, where about twenty or so couples are dancing together to the slow song. You haven't been able to stop smiling since you turned around in your seat.

Your husband takes you in his arms, wrapping them around your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck and sway to the music. You stare up at Tyler, meeting his pretty brown eyes for the first time since he left three months ago.

"How did you get here?" you ask. "Last time I checked, you were supposed to be in Seattle for NXT Takeover."

He smiles and says, "That's not until Saturday and I decided to come by for the next four days and spend time with my wife. Dango is covering for me in Seattle while I'm here with you. It wasn't worth spending four days in Seattle with nothing to do so I decided to come and surprise you."

You smile and pull yourself closer to Tyler. Your cheek is now on his chest and you listen to the sound of his heart beating. You say, "I'm so happy you're home for a few days. I've missed you so much, so have Kanga, Tigger, and Roo."

Tyler laughs and says, "I said hi to them when I stopped by the house to grab this tie so I can somewhat match you."

Laughing, you look back up at Tyler. A smile is on your lips as you sigh, "I've missed you, Tyler. So much."

Your husband says, "I've missed you too, Y/N. You look absolutely stunning and I am so glad that I got to see you in the dress."

You smile and wrap your arms tighter around Tyler's neck, pressing your cheek to his chest again. Tyler kisses the top of your head and you close your eyes as the song ends but changed to One Direction's If I Could Fly.

Tyler wraps his arms tighter around your waist and you both continue to sway to the music.

As you dance with your husband, you wish that this moment would never end that way he wouldn't have to leave in four days to fly across the country from you. You wish you could stay in his arms forever. You don't want him to leave and you can't go with him because you have an important case to prep for. The trial starts on Monday.

"Hey," Tyler says, looking down at you. "Y/N, what's wrong? You're crying."

You hadn't noticed that you started crying. You wipe your mascara filled tears away and you say, "I wish you didn't have to leave in a few days. I hate it when you leave for so long. I wish you could stay with me for a while."

Tyler smiles and says, "I was going to surprise you with this later but after Takeover, I'm home for nine weeks. No more touring until after the holidays. The next Takeover is in Orlando so I don't have to go very far."

The news makes you smile wide. You say, "Really? You're going to be home for nine weeks straight?"

Your husband nods and says, "I am. I'm all yours for the next nine weeks after Takeover. I also told Dango to stay away for the first week or so since I have a lot of time to make up for." Tyler winks at you. You lightly kick Tyler's shin.

"Tyler!" you scold. "I'm at a work event. You can't be saying these things when my co-workers are around."

He laughs and asks, "Am I not allowed to touch you then since your co-workers are around?" He lets you go and you pout.

You say, "I never said that." Tyler smiles and puts his hands back on your waist. "You're mean."

Tyler smiles and says, "But you love me."

You giggle and say, "Yes. I do love you."

"Am I allowed to kiss you or no?" your husband teases. "Since your co-workers are around."

Rolling your eyes, you say, "I don't care if my co-workers are around. I haven't kissed you in close to three months."

Tyler laughs and brings his lips down to yours. They move against yours slowly and your eyes flutter closed as you kiss your husband for the first time in three months. The kiss is very soft and passionate from the start. Your hands slide to Tyler's cheeks, holding his face between your hands.

The song changes and everyone comes back into the dance floor. Tyler pulls back from the kiss and looks down at you.

"Y/N," one of the partners calls, walking toward you. Mr. Reid is the partner walking toward you. "May I have a few words outside with you?"

You nod and look at Tyler. "I'll be right back," you say to your husband. "Y/WBF/N is still at the table you found me at."

Tyler nods and you walk away with Mr. Reid, leaving the large ballroom and loud music. You find yourself in the lobby of the hotel with not only Mr. Reid but Mr. Dolan and Danny.

That bitch, you think to yourself.

Mr. Dolan says, "Mr. Watson here has told us you have been harassing him for a few weeks. He's been saying you've been wanting to, and I quote, 'take him to bed'."

Your eyes widen and you say, "That is not how it went down, Mr. Dolan. It's been the opposite actually. My husband has been away for a few weeks for his job and Daniel has been harassing me the entire time my husband has been gone." Panic rises in your voice. "I've never once asked if Daniel could take me to bed. As a matter of fact, I've never approached Daniel for anything outside of work."

Mr. Reid looks at Danny and says, "You omitted the part where she had a husband, Mr. Watson."

You've rarely ever told anyone that you have a husband let alone that Tyler Breeze is your husband because of his status. NXT Tag Team Champion and WWE superstar. He's well known, and you never know who is or isn't a wrestling fan.

The partners never asked for your marital status so you never told them. You were single when you started working at the firm. You've been going by your maiden name at work, not your married last name since you never legally changed your name to Y/N Breeze after you married Tyler.

Between your friends and family, you are Mrs. Breeze. Legally, you're still Y/N L/N so you're not obligated to tell anyone you're married. You've only told Danny and Y/WBF/N because of Danny's harassment and because Y/WBF/N is your best friend.

Daniel says, "I didn't think that was an important subject."

Mr. Dolan says, "Miss L/N, we did check the footage from tonight at the bar before we came to get you and we did see that Mr. Watson came up to you and you did seem agitated that he was there. You held up your left hand as well. We just wanted to confirm that it has been Mr. Watson harassing you since we did have visual evidence."

You sigh with relief that the partners didn't believe Danny.

Danny on the other hand looks pissed that he's been caught in a lie. Mr. Reid says, "Now, Mr. Watson, next time you lie, you might not want to lie to lawyers. As of this moment, you have been demoted to associate, and associate you will stay for a while. If we get any more reports of harassment coming from you, you will be terminated. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Danny mumbles.

Mr. Reid says, "You're dismissed, Mr. Watson."

Danny walks away and you look at the partners. Mr. Dolan asks, "Miss L/N, is your last name legally L/N, or do you share your husband's last name?"

You say, "It's legally still L/N. I've been thinking of legally changing it to my husband's last name for a little bit."

"What's been stopping you?" Mr. Dolan asks.

You play with your thumbs and say, "My husband is a professional wrestler. A pretty well-known professional wrestler and I've been trying to keep my marriage on the quiet side because of his job."

Mr. Reid says, "You don't have to use your husband's last name on your cards for work if you want to change it to his last name. You can still be Y/N L/N since it is your maiden name."

You blink and say, "In that case, I might legally change my last name to my husband's. I was lead to believe that I had to use my legal name."

Mr. Reid says, "You can go by your birth name or your married name, Miss L/N. We have a few documents upstairs that will help you begin the process of changing your last name tonight. I can retrieve them quickly. All you have to do is provide some information and sign a few papers and then it's done."

You nod and say, "Let's do it."

The partners go and get the documents. Tyler texts you in the meantime.

11:27 pm

tyler bby: everything okay? you’ve been gone for a little bit

11:28 pm

you: everything's okay. we're talking over a case that starts monday. i'll be back in a few minutes

Tyler writes back an "okay see you in a few" and you sigh.

He surprised you and now you're going to surprise him. He's been wanting you to change your last name so he'll be happy about this.

With Mr. Reid and Mr. Dolan's help, the documents are all signed after you provide the information. It takes about fifteen minutes once they come back with the papers.

Mr. Reid hands you a document with your new legal name and says, "Congratulations, Mrs. Breeze."

You smile and say, "Thank you."

You walk off back toward the dinner party and walk to Tyler.

When you get to Tyler, you lower the paper in front of his face from behind him and you say, "Surprise."

Tyler looks up at you and asks, "You changed your last name?"

You nod and say, "It'll take some time and some processing before it's officially legal but yes, I changed my last name. I am now unofficially Mrs. Y/N Breeze. I'm still going to use my maiden name at work and it's what my clients will call me but my legal name will be Y/N Breeze."

Your husband stands up and kisses you. You giggle into the kiss and he mumbles, "Mrs. Breeze sounds so hot."

"It was your last name before it was mine," you say against Tyler's lips.

Tyler smiles against your lips before he pulls back. "Tonight's just full of surprises for both of us," he says.

You peck his lips and say, "Take me upstairs to see another surprise that will give you a preview of what our week will look like once you're back from Takeover this weekend."

Tyler's eyes widen and he takes your hand. He walks to the receptionist's desk and says, "We'd like a room. Any room that you have available."

The woman behind the desk says, "Room 1118 is available."

Your husband says, "We'll take it."

Tyler pays for the room and is given the key. Excited, he takes your hand again and walks to the elevator. He steps on and pulls you into his arms. As the doors shut, Tyler kisses you passionately. You giggle against his lips and mumble, "Someone's antsy."

"I haven't been intimate with my wife in three months," he says, pulling back from the kiss and undoing his tie. "Excuse me if I'm a little excited to have sex tonight."

You smile and pull Tyler back to you by pulling his jacket. Your lips crash to his and the intense kiss continues as Tyler presses you against the wall of the elevator.

Luckily no one is on the elevator as you ascend to the 11th floor. The trip takes what feels like forever before you reach the 11th floor.

Once the doors open, you take Tyler's hand and walk down the hallway quickly until you get to room 1118.

Tyler unlocked the door with the keycard and pulls you inside. The door closes and automatically locks behind you as Tyler presses you against the door.

You stare up at Tyler and see his brown eyes dark with lust and need, for you. Your core begins to ache at the thought of what Tyler's going to do to you tonight after he sees the underwear you're wearing.

It's been three long months since you last had sex. Three months too long.

Your need for Tyler overwhelms you and you lean your head up, kissing Tyler hard.

As your lips move against Tyler's, you push off his suit jacket. It drops to the floor. His tie joins the jacket before the two of you stumble toward the bed.

It's mostly dark in the room, except for the moonlight and bright lights of Orlando shining into the room from the window and glass doors that lead to the balcony.

You've done this so many times with Tyler that the two of you know each other like the back of your hands. You don't need light.

Tyler's fingers work on the zipper on the back of your dress as yours work on unbuttoning his shirt. Your lips move feverishly against each other. You eventually get Tyler's shirt unbuttoned and you pull it off of him.

He gets your dress unzipped and you let it fall off your body, pooling at your feet. You step out of your heels and Tyler pulls back from the kiss. He looks down at you. You're not wearing a bra but you're wearing a pair of red lacy panties.

Your husband licks his bottom lip and says, "Now that's a surprise."

You giggle and start to unbutton his pants as he spins you around and pushing you back onto the bed. He leans over the bed with his hands on either side of you, holding himself up. Tyler kisses you softly, taking his face in your hands as you kiss him back.

Tyler pushes you onto your back, breaking the kiss. His lips are on your chest and slowly trail down your body. You've missed this feeling. His lips on your body, his fingers touching your skin. It's been three months since you've been with Tyler like this.

He pushes your panties to the side and starts to kiss and suck on your sensitive clit. You let out a soft moan and bite your lip. Tyler hums softly and runs his tongue through your folds. "Tyler," you sigh. "Please. No teasing tonight."

Your husband smirks and pulls off your panties before slipping two fingers into you. You moan a little louder and your back arches off the bed as Tyler moves his fingers quickly.

You grasp onto the bedsheets and let out a loud moan as he adds a third finger. Loud moans escape your lips with every flick of Tyler's wrist. Your body jerks beneath Tyler's touch and he looks up at you with his eyes.

It takes maybe five minutes before you're pulled to the edge of an orgasm. Your legs shake a bit as you get closer and closer, then Tyler pulls his fingers out of you. You whine and look at him.

"Baby," you say, pouting. "Not fair."

Tyler stands at the foot of the bed in front of you. You watch as he pulls off his pants and his boxers. You gently bite your lip and Tyler crawls onto you, hovering over you between your legs. His lips are on yours within a few seconds and they move against yours intensely. Your fingers are in his hair, holding Tyler close to you.

The two of you share the passionate kiss for a few moments before Tyler begins to push himself into you, making you moan and gasp softly against Tyler's lips.

Tyler pulls back and his lips attach to your neck. Your hands slide down to the back of Tyler's neck and he starts to thrust his hips into you gently. Your eyes flutter closed and you enjoy the feeling of Tyler inside you. "God, Tyler," you moan. "I've missed this."

Your husband smiles against your neck as he moves harder into you, his tip grazes your g-spot and you moan his name loudly.

He props himself up on his arms, pulling away from your neck. Your eyes meet his as you wrap your legs around his waist tightly. His thrusts are harder and he's so deep inside you that his hips are now flush against yours.

As you're pulled closer and closer to your orgasm again, your legs begin to shake. You're gasping and moaning. The sound of skin slapping and your moans fill the small room.

"I'm close, baby," Tyler groans as he's pulled closer to his climax.

Your hands cup his face and you say, "Come, baby."

Tyler thrusts a few more times into you before you both release. You around him and him inside you. He helps you ride out your high. You come down, whining and sighing. You pull Tyler's face down to yours and kiss him lightly.

Both of you are out of breath as Tyler rolls off of you and walking to the bathroom to grab something to clean everything up. You crawl under the blankets and once Tyler's done cleaning up, he joins you. You rest your head on his chest and listen to his heart beat in his chest. You smile and say, "Your heart is beating so fast."

He lets out a breathy laugh and he says, "It's beating that fast for you."

You move so you're laying onto your stomach. Your breasts are presses against Tyler's side and you rest your chin on your hands, which rest on his chest. Tyler smiles at you and you say, "You're so cheesy, but I love it."

Tyler kisses your nose and says, "I can't wait until after Takeover now if that's what our week is going to look like as soon as I get back."

Laughing, you say, "It's going to look like that and so much more. Expect some new outfits too, Mr. Breeze."

Your husband smiles and says, "Oh, I'm excited about these new outfits, Mrs. Breeze."

[xxrainstormxx]

Save it Lover Boy. Spencer Reid x Reader (Save it for the Doctor Part 2)

(A/N: In this story it’s been a few months. I’m not great at focusing on the Romance part but there is a little more than there was last time. I really hope you guys enjoy!) Word count: 2,405 Part 1 (edit: my pleas for requests for stories are not reaching people so I will beg here. If you want a oneshot I’ll write it. Prompt or no prompt.)

After the incident with my sister, my life was flipped around for the better. I began to date Spencer, the team being unaware. I finished college and thanks to a few strings JJ and Aaron had pulled I was now the BAU's personal assistant. Granted, it was a unpaid internship so it was not very glamorous but it got me the experience I need, especially if I want to be apart of this specific team. I was the one who got coffee, filled out unrelated paper work, helped JJ set up stations and boards. I still hadn't quite gotten used to that sinking feeling when the phone rings. Or when JJ approaches your desk, or the photos. You never get used to not sleeping in your own bed, the hotels, no moments of privacy, the monsters, families loosing each other. Or the pictures, it's disgusting. I especially never got used to how numb all my friends were numb to it all at the end of the day. Especially Spence, he'd been through utter hell and yet he was still sweet and managed to smile. It worried me sometimes, how relaxed they could be at the end of the day. 

So, JJ and I were setting up everything on the board. I frowned at the woman on the board. Only one, we caught it just in time for it to become a murder. It made me sick to think there was a possibility we could save the 25 year old, but instead we were called in after it became a bigger problem which made me feel sick. How easily someone gets away with something until they commit the actual murder. This woman was a very lively person. She clearly didn't deserve what she had gotten. "Samantha Burkly" JJ said softly "Poor woman." She said and left to talk to the others leaving me sitting in the conference room just tapping away at the laptop provided. I was also little Miss Penelope Garcia's assistant so I was stuck digitizing files she didn't want to, and it fucking sucked dirty dick. Yeah, let that sink in. Anyway I felt a few pairs of eyes on me only to look up and see the team staring at me through the cursed window of the room. "What?" I rose a brow causing a few to look away Spencer's eyes lingering, he was waiting for something. I don't think either of us knew what so I blew him a kiss and a subtle wink making him look away turning pink. That same shade of pink when he found me innocent and began what I would come to know as a very normal rant. His epiphanies, or what I called "braingasms" (which he absolutely despised), would strike a chord 99% of the time, and the other 1% could be brushed off as "Reid being Reid" which kinda upset me. He was a damn genius and yet no one seemed to want to listen. Sure I hadn't been around as long a the others but I would sit and listen to Spence talk for hours when on dates, I would nod, as questions and get very thoughtful and honest answers. Sure they weren't always what someone would want to hear, but did anyone ever tell you it would be good news. Reid and I could also have a very thoughtful debate. Now was that normal for couples, no, probably not. But at least he had facts to back up his opinion, making it a real debate and not just some senseless argument that fell into pointless attacks on the other person leading to a fight and rough makeup sex. Which I wouldn't mind but it'd only been a few months, and didn't wanna make an uncomfortable situation we could easily talk through anyway. What was I doing? Right, paperwork. 

As I ended my very long side rant and staring into space while also staring directly at Spencer's ass, I turned to my computer. "You shouldn't stare at people baby cakes." I heard causing me to jump out of my damn seat. "I was staring into space. Jesus Derek you scared the shit out of me!" I cursed glancing to the man with his nose in a file I was digitizing, "Sorry hun. But we need a fresh pair of eyes" he said gesturing to a new less dusty file on the table in front of my computer. I recognized the face on the front as the same woman on the board. Her name written on the front clear as day. I knew what was inside and I was proud to have not seen it but now it disturbed me that my eyes were being referred to as "Fresh" in that way. It made me feel dirty and violated in a whole new way. "Why? You guys know this case inside and out. I'm just the intern." I said and snatched the older file out of his hand. I knew this poor case inside and out by now. Decapitation and sexual assault of the esophagus. Real nasty shit ya know? The woman was 22 and then a man was found two weeks later with the same thing. But the case went cold 7 years ago. It was sad. The woman's mother had killed herself and the man's father disowned his son assuming he was gay because a man did that to the literally gaping hole in his neck. It was one of the bigger case files full of dead ends. I had become intimately aware of all the details of the case, even the signature, something overlooked by the police because they thought decapitation and violation of the hole in the neck was it, and while rare that wasn't the case. It was a soft lipstick mark left on the victims hands next to the stamp of the club they went too. It was pink so very easily missed. "Because baby, you're gonna need to get used to this if you ever wanna be promoted. You can't react like you did back in January and vomit on the floor." Derek chided me softly "Fine, But you have to stop calling me baby, we aren't together. Also stop touching the files they're in alphabetical order and you're fuckin it up" I hissed smacking his hand away from another file at the bottom of the stack. "pissin me off Agent Moron" I wailed as he laughed at the new insult. I could literally feel Spencer's jelousy from the next room. It was honestly kind of cute but I could not be thinking of my boy's sweet face at the moment, I was about to see what really happened to poor Samantha Burkly. I took the new file off the table and opened it to the pictures and I was hit with a familiarity. "Derek this isn't funny. I was just looking at this file" I declared nonchalantly as I lobbed it back onto the table going back to the laptop "What the hell are you talking about?" He asked "that's a brand new file" He said "A red headed woman decapitated with semen in her esophagus and a pink lipstick mark on her hand next to it? That Hellen Barsly not the Burkly girl" I stated "You leave out Jason Green to make it more realistic?" I muttered never once looking up "Pin lipstick mark?" he questioned grabbing the file "I'll be damned there it is. You barely looked at it. That woman is Samatha Burkly" he blinked "Har har Derek" I hissed snatching the file and opened the file as Spencer walked in to listen. I barely acknowledged him because I was pissed at this point.

"I know the Banshee Hunter of West Point case better than my own fucking computer history" I said and held it up to the picture before being shocked as I saw that the decapitated woman was in fact Samantha. Right next to her living photo. "The what?" Reid asked, clearly never having heard of it. "Oh my god. OH MY GOD" I yelled and ran back to my seat pulling out all the files related to The BHWP case, I knew full well that this case was bigger than it seems. "Penelope has me on digital file duty and these cases caught my attention for some reason. The case went cold 7 years ago." I mumbled pulling up all the files that were back at the office in my desk as I'd finished them. I had a whole folder for all the connected cases, even ones where the M.O and victimolgy had changed. "The first murder dated back to 1970. A woman by the name of Jenny Boil had disappeared, she was 24 years old. Found decapitated in the middle of the highway her esophagus had been sexually assaulted. She had red hair with a soft pink kiss mark on her hand and her mouth had been stretched open like a banshee. And because her hair was red along with numerous victims leading up to the sudden coldness of the case. There are cases where the victimology changed completely or the M.O so the police never connected them or assumed they were copy cats" I rambled as I quickly set up a time line that ended with Samantha "and now hes back with the latest victim" I hit enter and the time line stretched across the screen victims all over the screen. "the pink lip stick marks. Originally they were thought to be remorse but I think this guy has some kind of fucked up chivalrous attempt" I squawked and pushed my chair to the whiteboard standing on it feeling eyes on me. I didn't know or care how many. I heard frantic flipping and click me. "This guy has over 100 known victims only 12 of them not red heads. Only 11% of his victims don't fit the victims and only 3 don't fit the M.O of the others making that 2%!" I yelled as if I was Spencer. I could feel my face turning red with adrenaline. "Now all of these cases 100 percent all have a kiss mark on the hand, same brand and color of lipstick, A frosted pink lipstick, 67 Peach Pink from the brand Nestacia" I wrote that down "And all these cases I noted have three different overlapping suspects" I said pushing Spencer out of the way of my computer and printed up their pictured and grabbed them hanging them up "Now!" I continued slapping the board "This man right here is no Biological male! His name is Tyler Grant a 59 Year old trans man! He couldn't have done it but that doesn't mean he couldn't have helped" I said noticing the whole team in the room. No one tried to interrupt because I assumed I looked batshit insane. 

I was right cause I caught my refection and my hair was everywhere now, I was sweating, and my pupils were shaking. I didn't care I was on a roll. "There is no plausible way the semen belongs to him!" I said "These also can't be a copy cat killer-" I began before being unceremoniously interrupted again "But how do you-" he began before i loudly shushed Spencer. "Save it lover boy! I'm getting to that! Lemme talk your turn in over" I said making him smile just a little "As i was saying, it can't be a copy cat killer because there was also another unnoticed factor! The strange shape of the lips! No one draws on their lips this way but the pallet is larger on one side than the other. The killer has a cleft pallet, which cannot be a coincidence!" I said "and as you can see! This man right here! Leston Nikolia has a cleft pallet. But because they never had proof he'd done it due to the overlooked lipstick marks he walked free!" I yelled circling him "And we don't talk about Henry for the simple fact that he is Impotent and was in jail during the last 7 murders before Samantha and he's dead now!" I finished and took a large inhale and sat down "the lip stick is enough reasonable suspicion to bring him in for questioning. He's a coward. He cannot face people head on and most likely has high anxiety and is easily paranoid it wouldn't be hard to get a correct confession." I panted "Reid! Is this what it feels like when you solve a fucking problem? I feel like my brain just had 7 orgasms" I wished sitting back "It was always circumstantial but now that there a new victim sitting in front of me I'm sure it was him" I wished taking more deep breaths "I'm going to call Garcia and see if I can get a fact check on everything." Aaron began making my heart sink, please please don't discredit everything I just gave you. "JJ can you get us a location? Reid get started on a warrant the minute JJ gets it, Derek get a game plan together, Prentiss and I will do more investing on this Nikolia guy, and (Y/N)." he finished turning to me. "Keep going over every file you have and see if you can connect anymore of these murders. Good work" He said and the team began to work. "Holy shit" I gasped and Spencer smiled at me "You might have just solved this case." He said kissing my forehead "and I'm so damn proud" he whispered. I was still riding my knowledge high, the adrenaline still pumping so not caring that we were at work, I kissed Spencer straight on the lips. He froze because we were still in a work setting but slowly kissed back. His lips were soft, we hadn't had a proper first kiss, just forehead kisses, cheek pecks, and occasional pecks on the lips if Spencer was feeling sausey. I just giggled pulling back "That was... so much at once. How does your brain do that all the time?" I asked "Mine's been doing it a lot longer. See you after work okay?" he whispered and went to do his job "Right. Work" I whispered and sighed turning to my laptop cracking my knuckles doing real work for the first time in my internship. Who knows, maybe me and Penelope could do this kind of thing together!

[georgialouisea]

A Gentleman

Pairing - Sam x Reader, Dean, Stacey (oc), Tom (oc). Word count - 3.6k Warnings - Fluff, angst, drinking, party, drunk reader, douchey guys, Sam is a good guy. 

Written for -  @spnfluffbingo2019​ Squares filled - College AU

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“Why not?’ Your roommate Stacey whined as she jumped on your bed pulling the sheets away from your face.

Ripping the sheets out of her hand you covered your head again. “Cause I don’t want to.” She had been trying for nearly an hour to convince you to go to a party with her tonight, It was the last thing you wanted to do, you just wanted to be alone, ever since a few weeks ago when you had walked in on your boyfriend of thirteen months in bed with a girl you had up until that point had considered a friend.

Stacey pulled the sheets off you. “You need to stop hiding away from the world you’re gorgeous, we’ll get you all dressed up and we’ll have a great night.” She winked at you.

“Stace, I really don’t feel like going to a party.” Reaching out you tried to grab the sheets from her hand.

“No.” Throwing the sheets off the end of the bed she straddled your waist her palms cupping your cheeks making you look up at her. “We’re not doing this, we’ve done the whole wallowing around eating ice cream in our pyjamas shit you need to get over Scott you deserve so much better than him, we’re over this, we’re going out we’re finding you a new guy even if it’s just for the night.” She grinned down at you. “Get your ass in the shower, I’ll do your hair.” Getting off you she grabbed your arms hauling you into a sitting position, walking out of your room she left you alone.

“Stace-“

“I’m not arguing! We’re going to the party!” She called back as she shut her bedroom door. “Wear that red dress!’ She shouted as she knocked on the wall connecting your bedrooms.

Rolling out of bed you headed towards your bathroom, giving in to Stacey’s plan and going to the party for an hour or two would be much easier than to fight her, stay in bed and watch movies, which is what you really wanted to do. Clicking on the radio you got ready, fresh out of the shower you wrapped a towel around yourself you walked through your bedroom towards your wardrobe, pulling out the red dress Stacey suggested you hung it up on the front of your wardrobe. Maybe going out tonight wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

-

“Hey.” Stacey wrapped her arm around your waist distracting you from your chat with Lydia who was quickly giggling away with her boyfriend. “Are you good?” She asked with a smile.

“I’m good.” Taking a sip from your drink you smiled at her.

“Want to go home?” Stacey asked knowing that you didn’t want to be there in the first place.

“Nope, I’m having fun.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yep.” You were genuinely having fun, letting your hair down for the first time in over a year you were spending time with you had only seen in classes since you started dating Scott. This was the first party you had been to in God knows how long and you were going to enjoy it.

“Stacey!” Tyler, Stacey’s boyfriend called for her from across the room.

“I’ll be back in a minute okay?”

“Yeah, okay, I’m fine anyway.” Drinking the last of your vodka soda from the cup you watched Stacey fight her way through the crowded room to reach her boyfriend. Looking down at the empty cup in your hand you walked into the kitchen for a refill.

A group of guys shoved past you sending you straight into someone knocking his drink to the floor.

“Shit, sorry.”

“It’s okay, are you okay?” He asked.

Looking up at who you had bumped into a handsome guy stood staring down at you waiting for your response. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay, sorry about your drink.”

“It’s fine, looks like yours is empty too, want to get another one?” He asked.

“Yeah, sure.” Smiling at him you were genuinely enjoying the first bit of male attention in what felt like months, Scott hadn’t shown you any interest in a while and with the way the handsome stranger was looking at you it made you forget all about your ex.

“I’m Tom.”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N, let's get that drink huh?”

Stumbling through the bustling house you bumped straight into a guy the cup in his hand tipped over sending the drink straight down the front of your dress.

“I’m so sorry.” The man apologised looking at you wide-eyed.

“It’s fine, my fault.” Looking up at him you recognised the guy you’d walked straight into. “Sam?” You shared a few classes at him you weren’t close friends with him but you always said hello when you saw him.

“Y/N? You look beautiful, I’m sorry about your dress.” His smile soon disappeared from his face.

Waving a hand out you smiled at him. “Seriously it’s fine.”

“You okay?” Sam asked reaching out his hand grabbed your elbow steadying you as you swayed slightly.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You sure?”

“I’m just tipsy, Sam.”

“Are you here with someone?” He asked looking up to see if anyone was searching for you.

Truthfully you had no idea where Stacey was, the last time you’d seen her was before you met Tom.

“I don’t think so.” You shook your head.

“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Tom walked towards you wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Hi.”

“You ready to go?” He asked tugging you closer to his side.

“No, I’m talking to Sam.” You glanced towards your classmate.

“C’mon we’re leaving, I’ve got us a ride,” Tom informed you taking hold of your wrist.

“I’m talking to Sam, Tom.” You tried to pull your hand away from his grasp not moving at all.

Giving your waist a firm squeeze his whole demeanour changed, the look in his eyes made your stomach drop. “We’re leaving.”

“Let go of me.” Trying to take a step away from him you couldn’t get out of his grip. “Tom.”

“Let go of her.” Sam took a step towards the two of you.

“Back off Winchester.” Tom snapped. “This has nothing to do with you.”

“Let go of her.” Sam repeated louder this time.

“Just fuck off.” Tom grunted throwing a glance towards Sam. “Y/N, c’mon.”

“Y/N.” Sam said your name drawing your attention to him, your eyes locking with his. “Is he your boyfriend?” Sam asked.

“No.” You didn’t dare look at Tom you could feel his fingertips digging into your side.

“Do you want to leave with him?”

“No.” Shaking your head you answered Sam.

“Let go of her.” Sam repeated again.

“Sam, fucking back o-” Tom didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. Sam had him up against the wall in the blink of an eye, Sam’s forearm against Tom’s throat pinning him in place, Tom’s hands left you as you took a step behind Sam.

“If someone tells you to let go of them you fucking let go of them,” Sam growled. “You’re going to go home, alone and you’re not going to talk to Y/N again, got it?”

Tom nodded swallowing hard, the second Sam’s arm released him he was scurrying off down the corridor and out of sight.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked turning to face you.

“Yes, thank you.” Answering him with a small nod you tried to blink away the tears forming on your lash line.

Sam’s palm gently rested on your forearm. “I can drive you home, if you want me to I’ve only had one beer.”

“Please.”

“C’mon.” Sam’s arm wrapped around your shoulders as he pushed through the crowd towards the front door. “Let’s get you home.”

Sam guided you out of the house and towards a beautiful black classic car, Sam got you into the passenger seat before climbing behind the wheel next to you. Resting your head against Sam’s shoulder you felt safe in his company, keeping your eyes on the road you could slowly feel yourself falling asleep from the mix of alcohol and emotion.

“Y/N, where do you live?” Sam asked his palm shaking your shoulder.

“With Stacey -” You mumbled closing your eyes.

“Y/N... Y/N…”

-

The lights in the lounge flicked on as soon as Sam shut the front door, Dean was watching his younger brother from where he rested against the doorframe to his bedroom. “What are you doing?”

“I … erm, I’m …” Sam looked down at you asleep in his arms then back to his brother.

“Girlfriend drink too much?” Dean asked with a raised brow.

“No, well yeah, she’s not my girlfriend she’s a friend this guy got a little too aggressive and I said I’d drive her home she fell asleep in the car before I could ask her where she lives.” Sam filled Dean in as he walked towards his room.

“She must be a new friend if you don’t know where she lives.”

“Dean, stop it.” Sam snapped at his brother as he placed you down on his bed.

“You taking the couch?”

“Yes I am, stop asking stupid questions and go back to bed.”

“Alright.” Dean took a step back holding up his hands. “You know where I am if you need me.”

Sam pulled your heels off your feet placing them at the side of his bed walking into the kitchen he poured you a glass of water placing it onto his nightstand with your clutch. Grabbing one of his hoodies from his wardrobe he put it on you the best he could over your dress, reaching down he grabbed the corner of his sheets pulling them over you. Leaving his bedroom door ajar he kicked off his shoes as he got settled on the couch dragging the blanket off the back of the couch over himself he settled in for the night.

The second you opened your eyes you instantly regretted it you weren’t in your room or Stacey’s you weren’t even on the couch. You had no idea where the hell you were. Sitting up your stomach churned grabbing the glass of water from the nightstand you took a sip trying to recall any memory as to where you were, one positive that you were alone in bed and hadn’t woken up next to a stranger.

Getting out of bed the hoody you don’t remember putting on fell to almost your knees as you walked towards the slightly open bedroom door. Pulling the door open you froze when it creaked cringing at the sound as you tried not to wake anyone in the apartment.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called your name as he sat up on the couch you finally put a face to the voice. Memories from last night started to piece together, you remembered the party, Tom, Sam stepping in and taking you home… you weren’t home you were at Sam’s place.

“Sam?” Pushing the door fully open you walked out into the lounge.

“You feeling okay?” He asked, pulling the blanket from his lap.

“Not really.”

“Would you like a cup of coffee?” He asked as he got up off the couch walking into the tiny kitchen the layout of the small apartment feeling very familiar to you.

“Coffee would be great, thanks.”

“Sit, how do you take it?”

Pulling a chair out at the kitchen table you sat down watching Sam move around the kitchen. “Black one sugar please.”

Watching Sam move around his kitchen he placed a mug of black coffee in front of you as he sat down opposite you with his own mug in his hand.

“Thank you for this…” Keeping your eyes on the mug in your hands you hadn’t had a chance to look in the mirror and you already knew you looked rough. Your memories from last night ended in Sam driving you home, despite the fact you woke up alone and with Sam on the couch you needed to know if you’d really spent the night alone. “Sam, last night… did we …”

“No.” Sam sat forward looking at you wide-eyed. “No we didn’t, you fell asleep in the car I carried you up here and put you to bed.”

“Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For everything you did last night.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“I do, if I hadn’t bumped into you last night, if you weren’t there last night could have been very different.” Reaching across the table you took his hand in your giving it a squeeze. “Thank you Sam.”

Someone cleared their throat behind you, pulling your hand away from Sam you sat back in your chair. “You two want some breakfast?” A gruff voice asked.

“Y/N, this is my brother Dean.” Sam rolled his eyes at his brother.

Looking up at Dean you smiled at him. “Nice to meet you Dean.”

“Nice to see you conscious sweetheart.”

“Dean.” Sam shot his brother a warning glare.

“So bacon and eggs?” Dean asked completely unphased by Sam.

Leaning forward Sam glanced towards his brother. “I can take you home if you want me to you don’t have to stay because Dean’s offering to make us breakfast.”

“I’m a little hungry.” You shrugged at Sam. “But if you want me to go home, I’ll go.”

“No, no.” Sam scrambled to answer you. “I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable staying here, I’ll take you home whenever you want me to.”

“Thanks Sam, can I use your bathroom?”

“Sure, room next to mine.” Sam nodded towards his bedroom.

“Thanks.” Getting up you smiled at Dean as he looked over his shoulder at you, leaning both brothers alone you walked into the bathroom.

“Now I get it.” Dean smirked at his little brother.

“Get what?” Sam asked sipping on his coffee.

“You like her?”

“Dean, stop it.”

“Just ask her to dinner she seems like a nice girl, she’s hot -”

“Dean!”

“What’s the worst that could happen Sammy?”

“She could say no, she’s only just gotten out of a relationship with a complete dick.”

“Well then you can show her what she deserves you’ve already proven yourself to be a good guy with what you did for her last night, just ask her out Sammy I can’t deal with you when you get all mopey over a girl.”

“I don’t get mopey.”

“You walk around here looking like a kicked puppy.”

“Dean, drop it.”

Looking at yourself in the mirror you didn’t look as dreadful as you expected you would, sure you had the usual panda eyes from sleeping in your mascara and you were a little pale but nothing to horrendous. Cleaning yourself up the best you could you wiped as much makeup off your face making yourself look a little more human. Walking back towards the kitchen you could hear the Winchesters talking in hushed tones.

“Dean drop it.” Sam snapped at his brother, Sam smiled at you when he saw you walking towards him. “You okay?”

“Fine.”

“Here ya go.” Dean placed a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs in front of each of you. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you Dean.”

“No problem sweetheart.” Winking at you he grabbed his own plate and mug of coffee leaving you and Sam alone in the kitchen.

“Well I think I should probably get to know the man whose bed I spent the night in last night.”

“What?”

Chuckling you picked up your fork. “I think last night and now are the first times I’ve properly spoken to you outside of class. “Talk to me, Sammy.”

You spent hours talking to Sam finally getting to really know your classmate. Sam Winchester was smart, funny and so kind, yet he had known more trauma in his life than you could ever imagine someone experiencing in their whole life. Losing a mother he never got the chance to know when he was 6 months old, his Father falling off the rails shortly after, John Winchester tried his best for his boys but eventually chose the bottle over his boys.

Dean had worked since he was 16 years old, he worked hard to give everything Sam he ever wanted that’s how they ended up living together with Dean working 40 hours or more a week helping to put his younger brother through college. They were fighters.

You spent nearly all morning with Sam sat at the tiny kitchen table drinking cup after cup of coffee with him.

Knocking on the open kitchen door Dean held your phone out towards you. “It’s been going off for a while, I didn’t want to snoop but it’s pissing me off.”

“Thanks Dean.” Taking your phone from him you saw Stacey’s name flash across the screen as the call ended, looking at the time it was nearly 2pm. “Sam I really should head back.”

“Give me two minutes to change then I’ll drive you home.” Sam got up from the table walking towards his bedroom

“Thanks.” Drinking the rest of the coffee in your cup Sam reappeared in a pair of jeans and a hoodie.

“Ready?” Sam asked.

Looking down at yourself Sam’s hoody covered you to mid-thigh your dress underneath only shorter, you knew you’d raise a few brows if you walked into your apartment block in what looked like a hoodie and nothing else. “Any chance you have a pair of sweatpants, I look half-naked.”

“I’ll find you something.” Sam chuckled. “Might be a little big though.”

Getting into the same car Sam drove you to his in last night he roared it to life he turned to face you. “So, where do you live?”

Taking a real look at the buildings surrounding Sam and Dean’s apartment building you looked at Sam wide-eyed. “Shut the car off.”

“What?”

“You don’t need to drive me home.”

“Why?”

“I live at the end of the street, I can walk home.”

Killing the engine he pulled the keys from the ignition. “Then I’ll walk you home.”

“Sam, you don’t have to -”

“I want to, c’mon.”

Sam walked you the short distance to your apartment and to your front door. The second your key was in the lock the door flew open as Stacey ran forwards wrapping her arms around your waist hugging you hard.

“Why haven’t you answered your phone? Where have you been?” Stacey asked as she held you at arms length slowly looking over your shoulder at Sam then to what you were wearing. “Oh, ohh.” She pieced together an image of how you’d spent your night. “You okay?” She whispered pulling you closer to her.

“I’m fine, I’ll explain later.”

“Okay.” She winked at you letting go of your arms she gave Sam one last look up and down before walking into the apartment.

Turning to face Sam you smiled at him. “Thank you for everything.”

“Stop thanking me.”

“Not going to happen, I have a lot to thank you for.”

“Y/N/N, you want coffee?” Stacey called from inside the apartment.

“I’ll leave you to your afternoon, I’ll see you in class next week Y/N.” Sam smiled at you as he turned to walk away.

“Y/N! Coffee?”

“Yes, please.” Rolling your eyes at her she walked back into the kitchen, turning to face Sam he was gone before you could say goodbye to him. “Shit.” Closing the door you headed straight towards the bathroom in need of a shower and change of clothes. Pulling off Sam’s hoodie and sweatpants your dress and underwear soon followed as you stepped into the shower pulling the curtain closed.

“So, what happened last night?” Stacey asked as you turned on the shower, listening to the toilet lid closed she sat down kicking her feet up to rest on the sink.

You filled Stacey in on everything that happened since she last saw you at the party as you washed your hair

“Sam sounds nice, he’s hot too.”

“He is nice, hand me my towel would you?” Shutting off the shower you held your hand around the curtain.

“Sure.” Grabbing your towel off the rail she placed it into your hand. “So what now?”

Wrapping the towel around yourself you stepped out of the shower. “I don’t know.” You shrugged looking at her she was grinning at you. “What?”

“I haven’t seen you talk about a boy and smile in a while.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious Y/N, he sounds like a really nice guy, possibly a keeper.”

“He’s something.”

“Coffee’s in the kitchen.” Winking at you she got up and headed towards her bedroom.

-

Walking out of your room in jeans and a top with your hair styled in loose waves Stacey watched from the couch as you moved around the apartment. “Where are you going?” She asked when you took the 6 pack of beer out of the fridge.

“Out.”

“Should I expect you home tonight?” She smirked at you.

“Yes, no, maybe I don’t know.”

“Look at my girl going to get her man!”

“Shut up.” Grabbing your bag off the couch you walked towards the front door. “I’ll see you later.”

“Stay safe! You look hot!”

“Thank you!”

Knocking on the door to Sam and Dean’s apartment you took a deep breath. The door flew open Dean stood in front of you. “Hell - Y/N?”

“Hi Dean, is Sam here?”

“Yeah, he is, Sammy!” Dean called over his shoulder smiling back at you.

“What?” He called back from his bedroom.

“You have a visitor.”

Sam walked out of his bedroom towards you and Dean. “Who is - Y/N?”

“Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” He asked with a smile on his face.

“Well, I thought I’d thank you properly so I have beer and pizza.” You nodded towards the 6 pack and pizza box in your hands.

“I’ll get my jacket.” Dean winked at his brother. “You two enjoy.” Grabbing his keys and jacket he walked out of the apartment shutting the door behind him he left you and Sam alone.

“So pizza and beer?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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