lady macbeth reincarnated“stars, hide your fires. let not light see my black and deep desires”🌙
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i can't blame richard for his decisions, because i too would fuck up my entire life after one look at henry winter
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bro you CANNOT wear a sweater over a dress shirt in front of me i will combust
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thank you for your service



WEBBED OBSESSIONS
content: you’re fixated on spiderman, and little do you know, he’s obsessed with you too; with time, rafe’s getting worse and worse at hiding it.
wc: 4.1k
tw: obsessive behaviour (not majorly)
❝ good morning new yorkers! we’re looking at another beautiful day here in the city, clouds have started us off today, and we’re looking for weather in the mid forties right now! but the forecast for next week shows sun as we move into spring… recent events of last night, spiderman was seen (or just missed) preventing a major bank robbery on 22nd east– ❞
“what are you doin’? listenin’ about spiderman again?” jameson pouts, dangling the earphones he ripped from you, pulled out of your phone as well. you rub the sore spot where he tugged too hard, adjusting your bag strap on your shoulder. “give that back,” you mumble, and he dangles it further from you. taunting like an idiot. this was daily routine by now, but it didn’t make it any less annoying. having your things stolen, and placed out of reach. mocked in the school corridors. “hm maybe i won’t, you gonna get spiderman to come give it back?” he chuckles, nudging his asshole friends too. you don’t even care about the earphones, and have considered on more than one occasion just leaving it, buying new ones. they cost like, what? $3? but every time you’ve tried, he’s only stepped in your way– he doesn’t let you leave.
today is no different. he stalks you all the way to class with his gang, telling lame jokes, joined by girls with high pitched laughter. you’ve learned to drown them out. head down, sneaking the occasional peek at your phone– the tabloids:
spiderman saves the day!
where does spiderman come from?
who’s behind the mask?
now that question, you were dying to know. who was spiderman? there were wide rumours: a teenager, a foreign species, or even a robot. conspiracy theories thrown left, right and centre, but you believed it had to be a teenager– an ordinary person. just like you. well, not like you. you couldn’t imagine spiderman got bullied on his way to school, or got his earphones stolen on the daily.
“what the fuck man!” jameson exclaims, and you spare a look over your shoulder. some kid off to the side yanked the earphones straight out of his hand, fixing him with an unbothered look as he leans against the lockers. “give that back!” jameson lunges forward to grab it, but the kid moves before he can, scowling at him when he does, strolling up beside you. he tosses the earphones into your hand, and walks straight past you, leaving you to scramble behind him. stuffing them into your pocket, you chase after the boy, dismissing the scoffs and angry words of the jameson behind you.
“excuse me!– sorry!” you slip through the crowds of students in the pursuit of the one kid, his back slowly disappearing. how fast did he walk? you could have sworn he was dodging all the kids with some type of superhuman speed, while you were colliding with them all. “hi!– hi!” you exhale once you finally reach him, quick pacing alongside him. he gives you a double-take, eyes flicking up and down you. “what?” his voice is gruff, striding forwards without looking at you again.
“i don’t mean to bother you!”
“you don’t?” he raises his eyebrow, pushing, shoulder-first through the masses.
“no– of course not! i just wanted to say thank you,” you say. “for my earphones..?” your voice is more tentative now because he’s stopped walking. turned to face you, and giving you a..weird look? you can’t fathom why he’d think it’s so weird for you to thank him, if anything it was weird for him to intervene– no one ever has. “right. it’s not that big of a deal..but you’re welcome.” you nod, your turn to look at him oddly. he’s behaving odd, that’s for sure. looking at you strangely like he’s never been thanked before. “what’s your name?” you ask, almost scared he might run off again at the question. but he doesn’t, just lets out an inaudible sigh. “rafe.” then as if out of obligation only, he asks, “yours?” you tell him, and he nods, pursing his lips together. “well i’ve got class now,” you say as the bell sounds above your heads. “but nice meeting you!” you call out, walking down the hall to lesson, the interaction with rafe stuck in your mind. you glance back, to catch his eyes too as he’s going in the opposite direction. both looking. your eyes dart away, shivers across your body. strange..
rafe had seen you around school. watched every day as you got bullied, pushed around by kids twice your size, glaring from the shadowy spot against the lockers. you handled it so well, never even lashed out. he would have. he did what you wouldn’t at night, when he was masked, when he couldn’t be spotted. stealing something from their open window, and giving it to someone more deserving– friendly spiderman duties. he didn’t know why he felt so compelled to help you today, in plain daylight. it’s why he sped down the halls so fast, but you caught him. he thought you’d make a fairly good spidergirl at the rate you got him back. and then you thanked him– not spiderman. no one thanked rafe. miserable, rude rafe cameron, who didn’t do anything, for anyone, ever. and he felt your eyes on him, senses tingling as he forced himself back down the hall. and he couldn’t help it, how could he deny himself a glimpse of you?
it felt like dangerous territory– slipping your earphones in again at the back of class. occasionally glancing up to make sure no one was watching you as you opened back up the blog.
SPIDERMAN SIGHTINGS !
11:32AM: photos from last night confirm that spiderman has been seen with two different suits!
you scan the photos, not the differences. nothing major..but just in case you ever do see him. it’d be good to know.
11:47AM: lacey who works at the convenience store on 75th claimed she saw him disappear down an alley once…
your brows furrow, clicking the ‘more’ button to read the reat of the blog post.
…she said she couldn’t get a good glimpse but could have sworn he had brown or blonde hair when he took the mask off! she said he looked no older than 19!
your eyes sweep around the class, scrutinising the hair colours of every student in your class, finding some fault to suggest they couldn’t be spiderman. too slow..too dumb…too rude…the list was endless. no one could possibly be the spiderman. every teenager here was too much of an asshole to be the kind-hearted hero roaming the streets of new york.
rafe wondered if you knew he could see right onto your phone from where he was sat, behind you. did you even notice him walk into this class? probably not. so preoccupied with your spiderman delusions..well, not delusions, he supposed. he squinted slightly to read the blog post on your phone and internally cursed, he knew he was careless that day, going into the alley despite seeing the girl. but by the looks of it, his top investigator hadn’t yet quite figured it out. so he doubted anyone else would. but that didn’t mean he didn’t want you to know.
you sat, curled onto the couch, dimmed lights, watching the tv screen in front of you. the news, again, as always. listening to the latest problems, waiting for the crucial cut. your eyes lit up when it finally switched, leaning forward. ‘okay– sorry, we’re getting information in from the studio: spiderman has been spotted in new york tonight!’ the reporter said, and you hadn’t even heard the rest before you shot up. leaving a trail of blankets behind you, you forced your window up, sticking your head out. hair whipped in your face, but you simply pulled it out the way, searching the opposite storeys for a spotting. none. you groaned, determined today. in your pyjamas, barefoot, you rushed out of your apartment, and up the stairs.
on the rooftop was quiet, but cold. your arms prickled, along with your legs underneath your thin long sleeves, and trousers. you regretted your lack of shoes almost immediately when you hit the concrete, but pushed through. teeth chattering, shuffling to the edge of the rooftop. looking down, as you imagined spiderman might. city lights below you, sparkling. cars zooming through the streets, ever so alive.
“you okay there?” you stilled. you hadn’t heard anyone come up here too, but then again, it was quite loud. nevertheless, you weren’t sure if the goosebumps on your arm were from the cold anymore, carefully turning around. “oh my god..” you gaped, silently pointing, at a loss for words. “you– you’re— you’re spiderman!” you gasp, stumbling back. you see his masked eyes widen before his hand shoots out webs, wrapping around you and pulling you away from the rooftop edge. “don’t fall,” he scolds, hopping down from the point he was squatting over. you blink, astonished. his voice is surprisingly rough, not at all the way you imagined spiderman might be, or the way he sounded on those glitchy clips. happy, and light.
the webs stuck to your clothes, and you impulsively tried to pick them off, only to get your fingers stuck too. “maybe you should have left it,” he grumbles, arms across his chest. you hide your hand behind your back, like that might distract him, but it doesn’t because he’s already seen it. already giving you a disapproving look which you can’t see yourself, but can tell from the sharp narrow of his eyes.
“why..why are you here?” you muster up the courage to ask, your voice still slightly shaking from the excitement you’ve tried to dull. he seems to soften, not as moody as before– like the spiderman you see on tv. “you’re standing barefoot on the edge of a rooftop, i had to make sure you were okay.” he makes it sound like it’s his duty, not a choice. but it is just a choice because no one asked for spiderman, yet here he was. “oh..oh i’m fine,” you reassure him, and he nods, though you swear he rakes his eyes down over you– it’s hard to tell behind the mask. “that’s good, stay safe out there..” he murmurs, a two-fingered wave before webs fly out again and he’s swinging off the building, swooping below others and out of your sight before you can scream “wait!”.
and he’s gone.
but you just saw– and spoke to– spiderman.
“mary i’m not even kidding– i saw him!” you promise to your friend over lunch, food speared on a fork that had been dangling between your fingers for a good few minutes. “why would spiderman stop for you?” she chuckles, and you frown. “i mean it in the nicest way! there are major crimes in the city!” you finally take a bite, chew and swallow. “well..i mean i guess i was on the edge of the rooftop—“
“you were where?” her eyebrows shoot up, pausing mid-chew. you shrug slowly, trying to downplay it. in hindsight, there were multiple ways that doing that could of gone wrong. “it’s okay, it worked anyways.” she shakes her head, sighing, knowing your spiderman obsession better than anyone.
rafe carried his tray to the table next to yours, sitting on the end as far away as he could get. he’d heard snippets of your conversation in the queue but could hear it perfectly now, even over all the chatter and noise. “–and now i’ve got webs stuck to my clothes!” he knew he maybe should have helped you get those out, that’s what spiderman usually did. but last night he was too concerned, he hadn’t realised how far you were willing to go to see him, to the point you’d even put yourself in danger. idiot.
“so? what do you plan to do about it now?” mary asked you, walking down the halls towards the lockers. you had thought about this all of last night: what would you do? “i think the answer’s obvious.”
“be satisfie—“
“find him agai—“
you spoke at the same time, different things. “you’re going after him, again?” you nod your head, taking your bag out the locker and swinging it onto your shoulders. “y/n..i don’t think you should..”
“why not?” you furrow your brows, glance her way.
“it could be dangerous…”
he almost wants to scoff at that– dangerous. of course, being spiderman was dangerous, but rafe would never put you in danger. hell, he’d patrol outside your apartment sometimes just to prevent that, he committed crimes against your bullies that definitely didn’t fit the image of spiderman. if mary knew the lengths he’d gone to, the way he’d used the mask to keep you safe, she’d think otherwise. she’d know that the best thing you could do is keep looking. find him. because no one could protect you better than rafe spiderman.
mary’s words left an unsettled feeling in your stomach. spiderman handled major robberies, he watched over the city at night, he stopped villains– he wasn’t safe. you weren’t looking to tangle yourself in his webs of heroism and crime. no..that was no place for you. so you didn’t climb up the rooftop that night, you stayed in your apartment, buried under blankets, and watched something other than the news. some shitty cartoon you outgrew years ago, but still brought some distant smile onto your face.
then came the rapping at your window. there, then gone. your head snaps to it’s direction, twisting to around to find the source– you’re sure you heard it. but every window is empty, apartment lights and night sky. you turn back towards the tv, turning the volume down for safe measure. a few seconds later, it’s there again. now you’re up, walking to the window you think it came from, hooking your fingers around the edge and lifting up the glass. you poke your head out, look down, look left, look right, and look up–
you nearly whack your head against the top of the window, letting out a gasp of shock mingled with a whine of pain.
“always hurting yourself,” spiderman tuts, dipping lower so you don’t have to crane your neck up, now face to face with you. well…upside down face to upright face. you blink, multiple times, uncontrollably, until he’s tilting his face in question as to what you’re doing. “forgotten how to talk? understandable, people get a little flustered when they see some of my face.”
right. his face– his mouth. exposed. mask pulled up slightly. it’s so tempting to just tug it all the way, now that you can make out the outline of his lips, the colour, the shade. committing it to memory. “you’re staring..” he muses, and you stagger back a step, shake your head. “no!”
“yes.”
“i’m not!” you retort, and he chuckles. wide smirk across his face. “right..” you cast your eyes elsewhere. “if i’d known you’d get like this i guess i would have done this earlier.” you brows pinch together– you’ve only seen each other once before. how much earlier could he get than your first interaction? you brush it away, insignificant. “wh– why are you here..again?” you stammer, curious.
“i hear you’re a bit obssessed..” he whispers, like it’s a secret. he leans in, his breath hot against your face. your heart skips several beats, and he smiles, as if he knows. “i’m..i’m not obssessed,” you murmur, unconvincingly. you followed a few tabloids...watched the news…spoke about him a bit…told mary you were going to keep investigating…obsessed. you were obsessed. and he sees right through you, letting out a little hum. “oh well, i was kinda hopin’ you were,” he mutters, then disappears. your head shoots out again, looking everywhere, and he’s no where to be seen. at all. but you can still feel his lips tantalisingly close to yours. can still smell his lingering scent.
rafe lands in the alley to the corner. not the same one he was nearly spotted in; he’s learnt his mistake. he tugs the rest of his mask up, messing his hair, breathing heavily. slumped against the wall, hot. fiery hot. he couldn’t help himself now that he’d started. he had to show you more, give you more. he wanted to. his pulled up mask was just a tease– god, he wanted to do so much more. if anything, he was the obssessed one.
it was like a mission– finding him. a hunt. you started with the store, with lacey. she was bottle blonde, bubblegum in her mouth, stuck in her braces. you picked up some random soda can, slid it onto the counter leaving a trail of condensation. “can i get this..?” you ask, tapping your fingers against the counter. she scans it, bored. “anything else?” she monotones, and you shake your head. bite your lip. “actually..can i know something?” she glances up, bagging the item. she’s never been asked anything before aside from ‘how much?’ or ‘can i get a bag?’. she’s silent, staring and you take it as an invitation. “is it true you saw spiderman..in the alley out back?” her eyes brighten, and she leans in. “i’m not really supposed to say..”
“why not?” you probe, giving her the cash, telling her to keep the change. she looks down, back up, approving. “police came by..asked some questions. told them nothing though, better to keep him hidden i think.”
“so you saw him?”
“the back of him,” she shrugs. “hot, anyways.” you exhale, shaky. you can imagine. “did you see him leave?”
“no..” she sighs, dreamily. “wish i did, i think he almost saw me though..” you nod, thank her, and take the can. you pause by the alley. it’s ordinary brick, vandalised and filled with the rats of new york. nothing special or secretive. you go back to your tabloids, and updates. nothing noteworthy. he saved a cat, was seen in broad daylight, returned a bike etc. etc.
you check the news that night. wait for a tap. and the next. and the next. and the next. nothing, again. spiderman seems to have gone.
rafe swings by the apartment every night, looks through the window and keeps going. it’s torturously tempting to slip through, give in to what he wants– but he doesn’t. he refuses to, he keeps powering forwards, web after web carrying him away from you. from a mistake.
you flick through the books at the library, a pile of two balanced on your palm, free fingers browsing the the spines. you pout, puff your lip out because there’s nothing good, nothing to keep you occupied. abandoning the rest of the shelves, you turn, and nearly collide with a chest. staggering back, you ramble out an apology, “shit– sorry!”
“it’s okay,” rafe mumbles, sparing you a single look. his eyes drift to the books in your hand. “oh..um..rafe? right?” you ask, and his eyes snap back up. he nods, stiff. “yeah..”
rafe pretends to think about your name. he knows it immediately but he acts like he has to scour through his mind to find it. like it’s not being mentally yelled at him. again. and again. “y/n..?”
“yeah!” you smile, and he must melt right before your feet. that grin, it’s infectious. it wears away at his heart, it’s why when he’s masked, he can’t resist little peeks, or tapping at your window. the type of face he’d kill hundreds for. “nice to see you again, y/n.” he’s looking for an excuse to just say your name, even though he repeats it in his head constantly. “good to see you too rafe..although i did just bump into you,” you laugh sheepishly, and a smile tugs at his lips. he shrugs, hands stuffed in his pockets, he swears if he doesn’t he’ll reach out. do something stupid. “that’s okay..” his eyes rake down you, and yours travel down him, honing in on his lips. he feels himself getting hotter, he’s sure, but then your eyes narrow slightly, and rafe gets conscious. lips. his lips– his half tugged up mask. “well– uh, i’m gonna go,” he nods stiffly, purses his lips together and quickly turns and walks away. you realise how intensely you were staring– you didn’t even mean to. getting out of the trance, you breathe out a ‘bye’ and make a motion to pay for your books.
you’re scared to see rafe again, you know he noticed and god, it’s embarrassing. you hope he doesn’t care too much, although he left fast. too fast, almost. definitely uncomfortable. stupid, you curse yourself out mentally.
“y/n!” mary practically jumps out at you in the corridor while you’re lost in your thoughts. you jolt back, clutching your bag tighter to you, not that the the books inside are worth saving. “jeez…what’s up?” you bristle, as she falls into step beside you. she’s bubbling, more so than usual. “i’ve got you a date.”
you pause.
turn to her. “you…” you begin carefully. “got me..a date?”
“yes!” she chirps.
“why?” you face falls.
“because you need one! so consumed with spiderman, and superheroes— you need a real man! your own hero!” she grins, pulling you along with her. you drag your feet behind her. “but what if i don’t want one?”
“too late,” she shrugs. of course it is. “they said yes, they’re picking you up tonight at 7pm– please don’t leave them hanging,” she implores, facing you with puppy eyes. you’re not a sucker for them, but you know you’ll never hear the end of it if you don’t say yes. so you nod, with a deep sigh.
he faces his open locker, but he’s watching you both in the mirror he stuck in it. a date, huh? rafe knows he shouldn’t get in the way..why should he? he hardly knows you. but then again, you hardly know spiderman but you’re infatuated. why’s it so wrong that he’s infatuated with you too? slowly, doing what he wants to doesn’t sound so bad…
a thud.
you’re trying to zip your dress up in the mirror, clip between your teeth when you hear it. holding the back together with your hand, you manage to tug it up halfway, setting the clip down and cautiously leaving your bedroom.
you straighten. freeze.
spiderman’s standing in your living room after weeks. mask tugged up again to reveal his mouth. all toned muscle in the dim light, stretched across the fabric of his suit. “you look terrified,” he smiles, leaning against your kitchen counter. your breath slowly picks up, and you think he might know. he always knows. “you going somewhere?”
rafe wonders where he gets this type of confidence from. the murderous mixture between timidity and boldness. he can’t speak to you for too long in school, and he’s all quips and kind words when he’s spiderman. but this? wholly different. smug, and brash.
the half-zipped, half-exposed back is more aware to you. the masked hero can’t see it, but then again, it feels like he can. “a date,” you gulp. this doesn’t feel normal. at all. so why are you ignoring it? ignoring every raging red flag. “interesting..” the hero muses, stepping silently across the floor to you.
he’s close. impossibly close. a few inches apart. he didn’t even hesitate to step all the way, and you think of every encounter you’ve seen on the news– this is nothing like it. so bizzare you ask, breathless, “are you really..spiderman?”
his finger traces up your chin, tilting it up to him. “why’d you doubt me?” he asks, curious. his head dips lower, just slightly. “no..i was just wondering..”
“why?” he repeats.
“you just don’t seem like this–“
“online?” you nod, almost ashamed. he hums, “well don’t believe everything you see…or maybe this is just for you..” your whole body seems to heat up, and you don’t understand it. what is this? a dream, right? you’ll wake up panting, too far gone in your delusions. perhaps then, it’s best to ride it out, wait until you wake up. “am i too close?” he whispers, lips brushing against yours. you shake your head impulsively, and he smiles more, cocky. he catches your lips in his, gently, like a ghost– hardly there. his teeth grab ahold of your lower lip, pulling it out, before a knock at the door startles you, but he just grins like he knew it was going to come.
you blink, and he’s gone. again. and you wonder, after you open the door to see your date, and can still feel his subtle teeth marks on you…what if it was real?
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Okay but Billy with an innocent reader>>>>>>>> LIKE HES SO PROTECTIVE OML
billy + innocent!reader
stop i love this. this should be an au hell i may just write more for it
tw— for use of a gun, toothrotting fluff
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"go ahead, honey. pull the trigger." billy's voice is sweet against your ear.
your face morphs into a coy apprehension, "and you're sure this won't send me flying on my rear?"
he chuckles, straightening your arms a bit, "m'right here, i won't let that happen."
your eyes focus in on the three rusty cans in the distance, set atop a dry rotting log. you know there's no way you're going to hit them all. you'd be lucky to hit one.
but billy is adamant in both that you need to learn how to shoot, and that you’ll be a ‘natural’. his driving objective, however, being that since he can't be with you from sun up to sun down, he'll have to settle with teaching you how to fend for yourself.
it's not unlike him to behave this way. in the months you've known the gunslinger, you've come to find that his urge to protect you is enormous.
his protection isn't reserved just against the infamous wild men of the west, but rather, anything and anyone. if it could possibly do you harm, physically or mentally, he's there to guard and defend.
like a knight out of the princess tales your mother used to tell you.
you let out a harsh breath before your finger begins to press into the trigger. too soft at first, the metal remains in its' spot, you muster up all your courage and pull the trigger. your eyes are screwed shut as the bullet whistles away, and you quickly turn into billy.
his arms ensnare you, wrapping you tight, "what're you hidin' for? you hit it dead center, sweetheart!"
you lift your head, staring unabashedly into his blue eyes, "did i really?"
he hums, using his dominant hand to steer your gaze away from him and toward the target. sure enough, the can on the left side has a small hole right in its middle.
billy chuckles, his chest rumbling against your back, "told you, my girl's a natural."
you can't help but grin, the tension releasing from your shoulders, "or i've got a good teacher." you tease.
he gives you a squeeze before letting go, gesturing toward the cans, "c'mon, let's see if you can do it again."
emboldened by your first success, you square your shoulders and take aim. this time, you focus a bit more, remembering the sensation of the recoil and trying to replicate it. the shot rings out, and you open your eyes to find another can hit.
billy lightly claps you on the back, "see? just like that, sweetheart."
as you reload, you can't help but appreciate the way the afternoon sun plays on his weathered hat, casting thin rays upon his lips, "m’not as hopeless as i thought."
he grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "do i e’ver lie to you?”
you ignore his sly remark, focusing back in on your targets. with newfound confidence, you continue to practice, the rhythmic sound of gunshots filling the air. as the sun begins its descent, casting a warm glow over the landscape.
the sounds of gunfire continue, each shot feeling more controlled and confident than the last. with every successful hit, billy's pride in your progress shines through his loving stare. he stands by your side, offering guidance and encouragement, a quiet guardian in the backdrop of your learning.
as the sun dips even lower, casting a dim hue over the landscape, you catch a glimpse of billy watching you with a softness in his eyes. he often got this way, completely lost in you. especially when you're doing things his way— not in the way you'd normally feel inclined. you're rather tame and harmless in comparison to billy, the entire west, really.
growing up away from the fast-growing townships and travelers, when you met billy he completely flipped your world upside down. you gave him all your firsts, shooting his pistol only adds to the expansive list of firsts you've given him.
you go to take aim again, eyes closing as you shoot, still too frightened to keep them open— your bullet flies past your targets, missing entirely. you've grown used to the sound of a hit and when you open your eyes to find the miss, you groan.
billy's safeguarding nature becomes even more apparent as you meet his winsome eyes, his gaze lingers on you, subtle worry etched on his features.
he knows you're inexperienced, a stark contrast to the harsh realities of the world he's accustomed to. he knows it isn't, but if this were a shootout, that big of a miss would have cost you your life.
the mere thought of you in that situation is something he's not willing to entertain.
"you're doing mighty fine, sweetheart," he reassures, a tenderness in his voice that speaks volumes, "but remember, there's more to this than cans and targets. gotta keep those pretty eyes of yours open, alright?"
you nod, appreciating his concern and the earnest care he extends. it dawns on you that learning to shoot isn't just a practical skill— it's a testament to the depth of billy's affection. he's arming you with more than just a handgun— he's giving you a piece of his own resilience and determination.
as the sun sets, casting long shadows across the landscape, you take a moment to stand side by side with billy, appreciating the warmth of his presence. the sky paints hues of orange and pink, a picturesque backdrop to the bond that's been forged between you.
"thanks, billy," you say, sincerity lacing your words. "for teaching me, for being patient."
he smiles, a softness in his expression that contrasts with the rugged exterior, "my pleasure, sweetheart. always want you to be able to take care of yourself."
with the last rays of sunlight fading, you holster the gun, feeling a newfound sense of empowerment. billy wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding you back towards the homestead. as you walk together, the echoes of gunshots in the ears serve as a reminder that you're not just learning to shoot— you're learning to navigate billy's world, and with his protection, you're sure you'll do just fine.
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every time i find a criminal minds unsub attractive an angel loses its wings
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that one scene in criminal minds when hotch profiles the shit out of that attorney is SO hot, i love it when he has that little smile on his face 😛😛
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list of spencer reid p-links CW: 18+
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early season spencer takes soft control.
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riding spencer's thigh when your desperate.
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post sex cuddles with spencer.
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quickie with spencer before he has to leave for work.
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spencer loves when you ride his face.
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video spencer sent while he's away on a case.
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spencer fucks your tits.
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spencer fucking you doggy style pt.2.
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Laying in bed, wearing your new set. and spencer is finally home after a long case.
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spencer quiets you with stuffing your panties in your mouth, in the hotel room after the case.
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spencer taking you standing.
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big creampie with spencer.
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spencer spanking you as punishment.
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spencer's big cock makes your tummy bulges.
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spencer fucking you hard.
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spencer testing his new dildo on your pussy.
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spencer eating you out, while playing with his cock.
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spencer is overstimulated and whimpering.
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postprison!spencer making you cum, after the first round.
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spencer's BIG cock barely fit in your pussy.
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waking up from a wet dream.
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your breeding kink is going crazy after seeing spencer with children.
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postprison!spencer spanking his brat.
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missionary with spencer's hands gripping your ass.
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spencer playing with your pussy.
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glasses!spencer eating you out.
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riding spencer on his couch, until he cums in you.
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spencer softly fingering you.
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size kink and spencer fucks his cum back in.
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spencer loves sucking your boobs.
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gentle spencer holding your leash.
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it’s like the book world knows about my situationship because his name has been the main love interests name in two of the books i’ve read in the last week?? coincidence? i think not
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i got my teeth removed the other day and i’m currently on a diet or applesauce and pasta and all i want is some fried chicken (jollibee😛😛) and a salt beef bagel💔💔 i feel like i’ve reverted to my primal instincts and need to go hunt something
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LMAO I JUSY GOT BLOCKED BY SOMEONE FOR SAYING I WASNT ARSED ABOUT OASIS I AM HOWLING
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seeing people get angry over a random girls opinion always gives me a good chuckle
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i’m officially coming out as a season 4 spencer reid enthusiast
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sometimes i feel like the only person in the world that just doesn’t give a shit about oasis
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this is so cool






introducing… SPIDERMAN!RAFE !
rafe’s not a superhero. he’s a messy teen, emotional baggage and full grumbles. he’s reckless, a product of all the shit life has thrown at him, and he’s been forced to handle.
spiderman ? now that’s a hero. swinging through the streets of new york, saving damsels in distress and preventing petty crime or major bosses. he’s the person the cameras love to see, love to report about. your friendly, neighbourhood spiderman.
who would think that rafe, and spiderman, are one and the same?
not you.
you climb up rooftops, follow tabloids, or newsletters. chase him down. spiderman sightseeing ! so you call it. you don’t know rafe, you don’t know spiderman either. but you want to.
and rafe? spiderman? they rarely intertwine but when it comes to you? they’re equals. they both want you. at night, when the neighbourhood can’t see, when rafe can be rafe behind the mask, he’ll slip past you in the shadows. show you a different side to the friendly neighbourhood superhero. the side that so desperately wants to ruin his reputation. that wants to ruin you.
WORKS ON THIS AU !
coming soon…
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sometimes i look at my best friend and her boyfriend and just think fuck you guys are cute guess i’ll go kms
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