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kelieah · 2 years
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first date (peter parker x reader)
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summary: turns out the guy you met online isn't just a fever dream
word count: 0.7k
warnings: fluff, cheesiness?? sorta rushed meeting up idk lol. lazy picture choosing cus it is almost three am sorry i apologize i chose the first thing i saw on pinterest when i looked up cuddling. also this is pretty vague so you could imagine whichever peter you'd like :)
author’s note: hiiiiiii. i've missed you all so so much. here's a lil something for my kinda return and a maybe sorta insight of what's been going on with me hehe (so yes this is based on true events)
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Everything feels surreal, but here he is in your arms. His warm face is pressed up against your chest while his arms are snug around your body as the two of you lie on his couch. His breathing is slow and his nose is smushed against you. It's... kinda funny but, it's also kinda cute. He's cute.
God, he isn't real. How is any of this real? You just met this guy, online, two fucking weeks ago. Was this too fast? No. Right? You're just cuddling. Just.
Peter shifts in your arms and you tense, worried that you might've done something wrong. "You okay?" you whisper and gaze down at him.
He lifts up his head and gently rests his chin against your chest to make eye contact with you. "Mhm, just adjusting. Are you?"
You give him a small smile and thread your fingers through his soft curls. "Yeah," you murmur and continue to caress his scalp. The movie is quiet in the background but you swear all you could hear is him. You notice those doe eyes of his flicker down to your lips briefly before staring back into your eyes.
This is it. We're going to kiss. Right? I hope? Shit. I'm scared. What do I do?
"What?" you decide to ask as he continues to stare at you.
"What?" he mocks you quietly. His lips curl into a slight smirk and all you can do is pout back. You bring your hands down from his hair and onto his face to squish his cheeks together. He flashes you a lazy smile and you let go to boop his nose.
You trace his facial features, his eyebrows, his cheekbone, and soon his lips. You sigh and move your hand back up to cup his cheek, your own eyes now flickering down to his lips like he was doing before. "Can I kiss you?" you mutter while caressing his skin.
"I mean... yeah? But not on the lips, yet. Just, not yet," he mumbles, eyes boring into your own.
"Okay. That's okay. May I ask why?" you reassure while leaning forward to press a kiss against his forehead.
"Well..." he lies his head down on you and shrugs. "Like I said before, I want to take things slow with you. I haven't felt like this before in a long time and I don't just want to, you know, do... you know, with you. You know?"
You stifle a laugh at his habit of repeating and nod, "Yeah, I know."
"I don't wanna just hook up with you like I have with other people. You're not other people. You're you. I mean yeah I wanna do stuff with you, just not yet."
"But we're not going to hook up, I just wanna kiss you," you oppose unintentionally and twirl a piece of his hair in your fingers. You freeze almost instantly, realizing how that could come off, and immediately backtrack. "But I'm not saying that so you could kiss me right now. I'm just saying that all I wanna do is kiss and hold you but that doesn't mean I want you to kiss me. Well, I want you to kiss me but I don't want you to if you don't want to. You know?"
He pauses momentarily before looking back at you again with a soft smile, "Yeah, I know." You let out a small sigh and lean your head back, feeling a bit embarrassed about your sudden ramble. He notices this and squeezes you tight for a moment. "Relax, I get it. I really wanna kiss you too. Just, I want it to be special okay?"
You couldn't help but smile at this and respond with a nod. "Okay. Okay, got it."
He chuckles and kisses your cheek before stuffing his face back into your neck. "Good."
"Hm," you respond quietly and close your eyes to finally relax in his embrace. The pressure of his weight on top of you slowly began to lull you asleep and the sound of his breathing near your ear makes you even sleepier.
Your thoughts soon melt away and all you could think about is how fortunate you are to have come across this sweetheart on such a silly app. Pushing aside your fears, doubts, and insecurities about anything and everything, you relax with the mindset of enjoying everything at the moment with him.
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coryosbaby · 2 months
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18+, MDNI !! specific hair type mentioned
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Js thinkin’ about Drug dealer! Trailer trash! Anakin…
I can imagine you’re outside smoking a cigarette in your pretty pink nightgown, curlers all pinned up, your fluffy house shoes pressing against the damp summer ground. You’re sitting down on the front steps of your trailer as you listen to Anakin and Padmē argue over and over. So much for a smoke break.
But then, with one last mean remark, Anakin is slamming his screen door and barreling down the steps in anger. Tattoos all over his arms, wearing jeans and no shirt or shoes…nipple piercings on full display. He stands in the grass and tries to calm himself down.
Your face flushes with heat as you see him, and you turn your head as if you hadn’t noticed him there. But his eyes lock on you, and he calms a bit. Hes always had a soft spot for you, his pretty young neighbor. Always chasing away creeps and helping you carry in your groceries, selling you pot that isn’t laced (‘you can’t trust the crackheads in this fuckin’ trailer park. Come to me if you ever need any shit like that, okay?’). You can’t deny the crush you’ve had on him for the longest time. You guess you’re just like your momma in that way— always going after men old enough to be your dad, men that you shouldn’t ever associate with. Men that are bad news.
Anakin sighs, jeans hanging low on his hips, and you try not to drool.
“Did you hear all of that?”
You give him a shy, timid smile. You awkwardly shuffle on your feet.
“A little. I’ve only been out here for five minutes, though.”
He hums, his eyes moving down to the cigarette in your manicured hand.
“Can I bum one?”
You nod, and the man walks over the short distance between your houses and sits down beside you. He smells like cologne, sweat, and a little bit of alcohol. Not in a bad way, though. It makes you practically dizzy with want, your thighs prsssing together as he lets out a small “thanks, dollface” as he reaches into your nightgown pocket and pulls out your half empty pack of Marlboros. He lights up, smoke billowing out of his nostrils as he exhales and leans back against your screen door.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I try not to yell, but..”
He shakes his head, as if it isn’t worth discussing. You knee bumps against his, and you shrug.
“It’s okay. I get it.”
His shoulders relax, his ring clad fingers skimming your thigh. He give you an amused smile as he sees the curlers in your hair.
“About to go to bed, grandma?”
You roll your eyes at his teasing, taking a long drag.
“Yeah, actually.”
“Mmm..” His hand comes up to your face, stroking the soft skin of your cheek. Your eyes widen, a flush coating your cheeks. “It’s cute, y’know. The way you always wear your hair like this at night.”
You struggle to find words, your lips parting with every breath. Anakin’s eyes light up, as if remembering something, and he reaches into his pocket.
“You still smoke?” He asks, a baggy of weed now in his palm. You say yes because it’s true, and invite him inside your house.
And of course, it isn’t long before he’s got you whining for him. A joint and a half later, your pussy is spread out on his cock as he takes you against your bedroom wall. He doesn’t fuck you on your bed— he says it’s hotter this way, taking you so desperately. He fills you up damn near perfectly, his face buried into your neck as he holds you up with his strong arms.
All the while, your curlers are falling out, house shoes halfway off your toes, your nightgown lifted up and slightly ripped from his roughness. Your loose, unfinished curls stick against your forehead as he pummels you, and he practically laughs in your face.
“Oh, baby,” he says. “Hair’s so messy, ‘s fuckin’ adorable.”
You cry from embarrassment, drooling all over his lips when he pulls you into a wet ‘n messy kiss. Your fingers card through his dyed black locks, lashes fluttering when he thumbs your clit.
“Oh!” You let manage to let out, slick pooling as you cream on his cock. “Ani, ani, feel s’ good…”
“Yeah?” He breathes, with jagged thrusts into your weeping cunt. “Cmon, dollface. Let the whole trailer park hear you. That’s my fuckin’ girl.”
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bloatedandalone04 · 1 month
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How Do You Feel Now?
Rare James Kelly blurb from yours truly x
Warnings: kissing, swearing, groping in public? fun stuff - lowkey inspired by that one teen wolf scene.
“This is fucking stupid,” James muttered as he struggled with his tie. 
You were standing in between his legs as he leaned back against the Duster, a frown on his handsome face as you held back a laugh. “It’s not stupid, James,” you tell him and tuck his white button up into his dress pants. “It’s really not.”
“I’m going to fuck it up,” he said, letting out a frustrated groan when he failed again with the tie. “I’m going to say something stupid and screw it up, like I always do. And I can’t figure out this fucking tie-”
“James,” you sternly cut him off, gripping the sides of his face and making him look at you. “Relax, alright? You’re going to be amazing, and professional.”
You take it upon yourself to fix his tie for him when he slumps back against the car with a grunt. 
“They’ll have no choice but to loan you the money,” you add when you adjust the tie so it’s straight and even. “Just be confident, like you were when you asked me out all those years ago.”
James huffed, “Yeah, well, back then I had nothing to lose. Now I have my job, my savings, you-”
“Hey,” you sharply cut him off then smile when you saw the way his eyes quickly met yours. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? You’re stuck with me.”
He forced out a small smile then shook his head. “I don’t think I can do this. I don’t want to feel like a fucking idiot again when another bank turns me down, I-”
Instead of cutting him off with your words, you use your mouth and cover his with your own, effectively shutting him up. Truthfully, you were tired of hearing him beat himself up and talk badly about himself when he was nothing short of amazing in your eyes. 
Your hands grip his wrists and you wrap his arms around your body, and you guide his hands downwards until he is full on groping you. You bite down gently on his lip and slide your tongue in his mouth to brush against his, and he groans deeply.
 He pulled you with him when he leaned against the hood of the car, and the kiss was quickly becoming too heated for public, but neither of you cared too much. “How do you feel now?” You asked when you pulled away and looked at his spit coated lips. 
James stuttered a bit as he said, “Better. I feel better,”
“Good,” you hum and kiss him quickly. “Stop saying all that stuff about yourself, James. I mean it. If you could see yourself in the way I see you…you’d never think about any of that. You’re amazing, Jamie, and I love you.”
He smirked down at you once he gained back his composure. “I love you, too,” he said back and kissed you again with his newfound confidence he had you to thank for.
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maevesversion · 7 days
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Birthday Gift
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Sam Monroe x Fem!Reader
A/N: This was inspired by this post! I recommend checking out their user! NOT PROOFREAD
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it was your eighteenth birthday and you had invited your boyfriend sam to your small birthday party.
your family and friends gathered around the dining table, you were pretty excited to say the least. your car had been stolen a few months back and you had been wanting a new car for your birthday.
sam watched as you opened your presents with enthusiasm, your smile was everything to him, though the your mouth around him was even better.
“open mine doll.” sam smirked, placing his hand on your shoulder. you knew his smirk never meant anything good.
“where is yours?” you asked cautiously, you never knew with sam, one moment he could be an angel, the next he’s the embodiment of satan.
sam handed you his small brown bag proudly, it was almost as him he was giving you a prized possession.
you looked up at him meekly. you slowly took out the white tissue paper, spotting a bracelet & necklace at the bottom.
“what is this?” you ask, picking up the necklace with a tiny jar full of an unknown red substance.
“my blood.” sam grinning ear to ear, earning a surprised gasp.
“sam!” you shrieked, throwing the necklace at him.
“baby you didn’t even get to my cum bracelet!” sam whined.
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cosmicanakin · 13 days
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tides of change | prologue.
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pairing. james kelly x female reader.
outline. returning home to new orlean's help your mother with funeral arrangements and grieve the loss of your sister, lauren. you find solace in your niece and nephew - her kids.
contains. angst, death of a loved one, grief, & emotional distress.
authors note. this is basically an introduction for the series! but don't worry james will make his appearance very soon <3
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the sky was overcast and dreary as you looked out the window of the plane, matching how heavily your heart felt in your chest. you had gotten the frantic call from your mom just a day ago, unintelligible sobs coming through the speaker as you struggled to make out what she was trying to say. once you had managed to calm her down enough, the words still rang in your head - your older sister lauren was dead.
shot down in the middle of the street on her way to work, a senseless act of violence that had ripped another loved one from your life. you and lauren had always been close growing up, her taking on more of a motherly role for you after your dad passed when you were young. the news had devastated you, a raw ache settling deep in your bones that only growing distance from new orleans could numb. but now you were returning, having to face the painful reality you had tried to escape for so long.
the cab pulled up outside the familiar green house you had spent your childhood in. everything looked the same yet felt wholly foreign now. you paid the driver and got out, dragging your suitcase behind you as you walked slowly up the weathered wooden steps of the porch. you could hear noise from inside - no doubt your mom was surrounded by friends and family offering their condolences. steeling yourself, you rang the bell and waited.
the door swung open to reveal your mom, her usual brightness dimmed by tired eyes puffy from tears. "oh honey," she breathed, pulling you into a tight embrace. you hugged her back just as fiercely, both of you finding solace in the comfort of family. after a few moments, she pulled away, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. "come in, sweetie. everyone's been expecting you."
you nodded, following her inside. the living room was filled with more people than you could count, all turning to offer you sad smiles or hugs as you made your way through. your mom led you to the kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee. "i'm just so glad you're here. it helps to have you for lauren's children."
at the mention of them, a fresh wave of grief crashed over you. aiden and lily, your beloved nephew and niece, who had just lost their mother in the worst way. "how are they doing?" you asked gently.
your mom sighed. "as well as can be expected i suppose. aiden tries to be strong for lily but i know he's hurting inside. they're upstairs if you want to go see them."
you nodded, giving her shoulder a squeeze before heading to the steps. you climbed slowly, dreading the pain you knew seeing them would bring but needing to be there all the same. stopping outside lauren's childhood bedroom, now occupied by her kids, you took a steadying breath before knocking lightly.
"come in!" came aiden's voice.
you opened the door to find them sitting side by side on the bed, coloring books and crayons scattered around. lily's eyes lit up when she saw you. "auntie!"
you managed a small smile for her sake, coming over to sit on lily's side and pulling them both into a hug. "i'm so sorry i couldn't be here sooner."
aiden just nodded, ever the serious eight year old. but lily clung to you, always the more openly affectionate of the two. "mommy's in heaven with grandpa now, right?"
a lump formed in your throat at her innocent question. "yeah sweetheart, she is. and i know she'd want you both to know how much she loves you."
you talked with them for a while, trying your best to comfort the grieving children as they grieved the mother they would never see growing up. eventually, though their growing tiredness became evident, and you put them both to bed with soft kisses to their foreheads before retreating back downstairs.
the crowd had dispersed some by then, leaving your mom washing dishes in the kitchen. you moved to help her dry. "how are the kids holding up, really?" she asked cautiously.
you sighed. "well they're alright? i guess. aiden seems to be shouldering a lot though, trying not to show how sad he truly is. and lily... she just misses her mommy." your voice broke on the last words.
your mom pulled you into her side, rubbing your back comfortingly. "they have you now though. and i know your sister would be grateful to have you here for them."
you nodded mutely, not trusting yourself to speak. the weight of responsibility for lauren's kids now rested heavily on your shoulders. you couldn't imagine their pain at such a tender age, having the stability and love of their mother ripped away. but you were determined to be there for them, to honor your sister's memory by helping to raise them the best you could.
the following week, preparations blurred by in a haze of funeral arrangements and grieving relatives. you focused your energy on aiden and lily, keeping them entertained and trying to give them as much normalcy as possible through the sadness. the service was a sombre affair, tears falling freely as lauren's casket was lowered into the ground beside your father's plot.
after, you helped your mom host the gathering back at the house. old friends regaled stories of lauren through watery smiles, no doubt wondering how someone so full of life could be taken so prematurely. as the crowd dispersed in the evening, a heavy tiredness settled over you. all you wanted was rest to escape the grief for a while.
"why don't you go on and get some sleep, hon. i've got things handled down here," your mom insisted, ever perceptive of your drained state.
you gave her a grateful hug. "thanks, mom. i love you." you head upstairs and collapse onto the bed with a tired sigh. the soft mattress enveloped you in comfort, lulling your mind towards sleep.
just then there was a soft knock on your bedroom door. "come in," you called quietly.
the door opened to reveal your niece lily, clutching her favorite stuffed animal tightly. her eyes were filled with tears as she looked up at you. "i had a bad dream, auntie y/n. can i be with you?"
you gave her a gentle smile and opened your arms. "of course sweet girl. come here."
lily hurried over and climbed into bed next to you. you wrapped her in your embrace, rubbing her back soothingly until her tears subsided. "it's okay, you're safe now. i'll be right here all night to keep the bad dreams away."
eventually, her trembling slowed as exhaustion overtook her small body once more. you placed a soft kiss to her forehead, watching as she drifted into peaceful slumber curled up against your side. finding comfort in caring for lauren's children helped dull some of the aches in your own heart. for now, sleep was what you both needed most. and so with lily's quiet breaths filling the silence, you closed your eyes and surrendered to rest at last.
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gingerjolover · 3 months
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You're not Bob the Builder - naomi mcpherson (MUNA) x reader (soft!gf coded)
this comes as a lil side story from mornings :)
synopsis: nomi and joey build soft!gf a vanity and chaos ensues before an early muna!christmas dinner
g's notes: i want so celebrate muna christmas w nomi baby and my bff kelli siiiiiiigh
Warnings: RPF, christmas!, noami and jo being chaotic, no fundamental physical descriptors, reader is soft!gf coded so she/her pronouns/afab?
Your brow is sweating, weight rested on one foot as you stand at the stove, whisking gravy in a medium-sized pot.
"Where do you want this babe?" Kelli asks, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, holding a charcuterie board, an assortment of cheeses and meats, both vegan and not, decorated with fruits and dips paired with edible flowers, an impressive spread made by Kelli herself.
"The fridge I gues-" you start to say cut off by a yell coming from your bedroom.
"Put the hammer down!" "Naomi I swear to god..."
Kelli rolls her eyes, albeit lovingly as she opens the fridge.
"Do I even want to know?" you snort, returning to the stove. Kelli giggles, coming and sitting on the island a few feet away from you, feet swinging to kick your legs softly.
"They're putting together your vanity, I think," Kelli shrugs, popping a grape from a bowl on the counter into her mouth.
"I thought it was pre-built... the box was huge," you shrug gently.
"Nope, I think Jo was going to help set it up in the room and attach the mirror, but it came disassembled," Kelli winces.
"Should've asked Julien," you mumble, getting a belly chuckle out of Kelli, you both know Julien is far better with furniture and building things then either of your partners.
"Who knows, maybe they'll get it done faster because there's two of them?" she shrugs, popping another grape into her mouth and hopping down, getting ready to cut a baguette.
"Yeah, or I'll end up with no vanity and holes in my ceiling or walls," you grumble.
"Oh, don't be like that-" her words were cut off by two deep squeals and the sound of the electric drill, something flinging against the wall with a thump; Kelli's eyes widened.
Kelli moves quick but you move quicker, you shut off the stove and move the pot to an unused burner.
You both climb the stairs, moving to stand in the doorway, Naomi standing shirtless with their back facing you, and hands intertwined on the top of their head. Jo lays on the floor, staring at the ceiling, both letting out small huffs.
"What the hell was that?" you ask, looking down at the floor; you and Kelli's eyes are comically wide as you stare at the scattered vanity pieces all over your bedroom floor.
"Hi, babydoll," Naomi says casually, walking over to you, brushing your hair back, and placing small kisses on the crown of your hairline. Naomi's hair is tucked into a baseball cap, small curls peeking out the sides, sweat running down the middle of their torso, and the windows cracked open, letting a welcomed breeze into the room.
Jo groans from her place on the floor, tank top riding up slightly, visible sweat on their forehead.
"Why are you sweaty?" Kelli asks, eyebrows scrunched.
"Because Naomi ordered a fucking whack ass piece of furniture and-"
"I didn't, Jo! It's not my fault it didn't come with instructions--" Noami refutes, both of them starting to bicker again, Noami rubbing their hands over their face.
"Wait, it didn't come with instructions?" you ask, jaw dropped slightly as you stare at the half built base of the vanity.
"Maybe we should call JB," Kelli mumbles; Jo and Naomi whip their heads towards her.
"Bite your tongue!" "Take that back!"
Kelli puts her hands up, eyes widening as she fights a smile, "Okay, okay, sorry... didn't mean to touch a nerve..." she says, her tone filling with humor.
"We can do this, we- we can do this, Naomi, we don't need Julien... we can build this thing ourselves," Jo says, standing up and gesturing between themselves and Naomi. Jo's tone is almost as if she's trying to convince herself and Noami simultaneously.
"Yeah, fuck yeah... we can..." Naomi starts, turning to look back at you with a lopsided smile. "I can build... a vanity, baby, I can," Naomi says, trying to convince you.
"Right, yeah, I totally believe in you..." you say, tight smile as you look at the dent in your wall, eyes widening again.
Jo looks at you sheepishly, hands coming out in front of them, "I'll fix it," they say quickly as Naomi speaks over top of her, "It was an accident!"
All you can do is shake your head, rubbing the skin between your eyebrows and the bridge of your nose as you look at the bedside table across the room where the alarm clock sits. "People will be here in 6 hours..." you say, biting your lip nervously.
"Jo, we still need to go home and get ready..." Kelli warns softly.
"It's fine...we got this," Jo says cockily, eyes filled with terror as they look towards Naomi, both sharing a look.
"Okay, well... we'll leave you two to it," Kelli says suspiciously, pulling her phone out as you both back out of the room, returning downstairs.
"Please text JB," you murmur once you're out of earshot.
"Already did," Kelli huffs.
BONUS:
"Yo!" Julien says as she walks into the house, Lucy and Phoebe behind her, their partners carrying dishes or flowers into the house. Julien's girlfriend kisses your cheek softly, kissing Kelli and Katie's cheeks before heading into your kitchen; everyone starts chatting as more of your friends arrive.
"So where's the vanity?" Julien asks, adjusting the collar of her dress shirt.
"Upstairs... I don't really know what you're about to walk into... It wasn't finished or stable when Jo and Kelli left to get ready, and I haven't been upstairs since I got ready so..." you smile sheepishly.
Julien winks and pinches your cheek gently before bounding up the stairs.
"Babe? You told Julien?" Naomi yells down, offended. "Kelli, really?" Jo yells immediately after.
"Just let her check your work!" Kelli yells up, making the room laugh at the antics of your partners.
"I'm sure they did a great job," Julien's girlfriend says sweetly, arm around your waist as she leans her head onto your shoulder.
"Tell that to the hammer sized dent in my bedroom wall..." you huff, her hands adjusting the bow in your hair.
"The what?!"
fyi: they did build it correctly, julien just tightened some screws and helped them secure it to the wall, AND jo DID fix the dent in the wall hehe <3
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thebookreader12345 · 2 years
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New Addition
Requested by anonymous
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"Y/n! I'm home!" Kelly shouted as he entered through the front door of our house.
"I'm in the kitchen!" I call back before continuing to dice up the vegetables in front of me. It took a second, but finally, Kelly made his way through the front entrance and appeared in front of me. And I didn't even have to look at him to that he was excited.
"So? Where is it?" Kelly asked.
"Where's what?" I quiz, knowing fully well what he was asking about.
"Y/n! I've been thinking about this all shift. I need to know. Is our little munchkin gonna be a girl or a boy?" Kelly questioned and placed his hands on my 5-month pregnant belly.
"What does the rest of the Firehouse think?" I quiz and set down the knife I was holding.
"Gallo, Ritter, Violet, Sylvie, and Mouch think it's gonna be a girl. The rest of us say boy," Kelly told me. "So, are you gonna tell me or not? Cause if not, I brought home a slice of your favorite cake to bribe you with."
"Well, I was going to wait until dinner, but since you brought up cake..." I trailed off as I walked over to my purse and pulled out the small envelope I had received from the doctor's office earlier that morning. I then extended the envelope to Kelly, and he took it eagerly. After flipping up the paper to read the gender, Kelly's smile grew one hundred times wider.
"It's a boy!" Kelly cheered and pulled me into his arms. "I can't believe it! We're gonna have a son!"
"Yes we are," I confirm and lean up to press my lips to his. "I love you."
"I love you too," Kelly confirmed.
"Now, about that cake," I bring up, earning me a chuckle from my husband.
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me-uglypretty · 9 months
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Hi can you maybe do a kelly foster fic? Where kelly is super possessive about reader and she gets jealous easily? Thanks in advance. Btw i'm a fan of your writing and your stories are amazing! ^_^
— messy blurb request —
Kelly Foster x Reader | Warning: (18+), lil smut, jealousy, possessiveness
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“I knew exactly what would happen,” Kelly had whispered and her hand clasps yours firmly. The sound of boots hitting the ground was unmissable as she drags you away. “I knew exactly— and you, God, you just love…”
It follows through, the grumbles that oath at your dismissal of such assumptions. He was right there, offering you a drink, hand pressed on your lower back, and he was there, while she watched from afar.
“He wants you. Don’t you understand?” Kelly questioned, resonating a tone of sarcasm and a hint of tease in her smile as your silence resumes. “What? You can’t speak?”
Kelly doesn’t allow another moment for your thoughts to roam, at an instant, her hand pushed your body roughly against the rigged metal wall. The clank of metal, of your muffled gasps, of sounds that rushed as her mouth pressed over yours and her hands grips at your waist, nails dragging achingly slow over your clothed body.
Oblivion had plays a dangerous game; a wishful act of speaking to a stranger or someone known, to excuse such exchange as a friendly banter, and await for flares of jealousy to evoke her hostility towards them while yours flutters with an ache for her.
“Fuck,” Kelly cursed, breathing heavily at the sloppy meet of mouth at the rush for you to understand. “You’re mine,” her voice echoed, the effort of her jealousy went on as her mouth latch to your neck.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
You felt the clash of her teeth against your skin, the hiss and moan that tumbles from your mouth. Kelly forces your legs apart, promises that storms heavily at the marks left for eyes to know that you were hers, and the unashamed pleas that left your mouth for more of her.
Kelly knows that your fitful moans were promised, that your pleasure would meet hers, that another day would come and she would meet your gleaming eyes, those that twinkle with anticipation, and she would remind you again. Mine was made as a promise over your heart and your body.
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a/n: i hope this was okay, i haven’t written in years it seems. thank you for reading!
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godzilla-reads · 1 year
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🪡 The Crane Husband by Kelly Barnhill
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5
“You can’t live on love, Mom. It’s not possible.”
A fifteen year old teenager is the backbone of her small Midwestern family, which includes her baby brother and her artist mother. When her mom brings home a giant crane with a menacing air, the girl must find a way to protect her family and the change the story.
I read this book in one sitting and I’ve realized that this book came to me in a time when I needed it. When I needed to read this story and when I tell you that by the end I had tears in my eyes, you better believe me.
Kelly Barnhill writes a haunting, tense, and suspenseful story with a powerful message. The book reminded me a lot of Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane, but completely different. Easily one of the best books I’ve read so far this year.
Thank you, Kelly Barnhill.
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oh oh you put out new prompts! May I humbly suggest “Come here, let me hold you.” for Javey (specifically livesies)?
"Come here, let me hold you." || the prompts sorry for the late response! i was super busy this week </3 cw: violence & blood!
"Mama's gonna kill me." David said and looked down at his shaking hands. "She's gonna kill me. Pa's gonna kill me. Sarah's gonna be so upset. I was supposed to protect him, Jack. I'm supposed to keep him safe."
"Dave, ya did keep him safe-"
He looked at the stains on his shirt and looked up at Jack with wide eyes. His hands continued to shake violently as he helplessly wiped at his undershirt. "I got- I got blood on my shirt. It's gonna stain, Mama isn't gonna know how to get a blood stain out of my shirt-"
"Dave. It'll wash right off. Stop worrying about stupid stuff. Are you-"
"I could've killed him, Jack. He was sputtering underneath me and I thought he was gonna die, and I didn't stop. I would've killed him," David's voice was caught in his throat. "I think I might throw up."
Jack sighed and sat across from the boy. "You ain't gonna throw up, Davey. It's gonna be alright. You know we wouldn't let you kill anyone. Ya family need's ya too much for us to let you get locked up."
David held his shaking, raw, bloody fists up to his chest. "I was supposed to keep him safe."
"Les is okay, David. He was downstairs playing pirates with the other boys just a couple of minutes ago. You did good, Dave. Ya kept him safe," Jack said.
"It wouldn't have happened if I had just sold with him like he had asked me too."
Jack sighed again, deeply. He waved the other boy over. "Come here, let me hold you." David got up, his entire body continued to shake as he fell into Jack's arms.
"Look," Jack said as he took David's hands into his own. "Ya hand's all dirty, all bloody." He spit into his shirt—which made David wince—and wiped at the other boy's knuckles. The blood came off and stained his white shirt. "But underneath it's still all nice and clean. Ya know why? Cuz ya ain't dirty, or mean, or cruel. You've got good intentions. Any one of us woulda reacted the same way if we had gotten to the guy first."
David took a deep, shaky, breath and nodded his head. "Can you walk us home? You can stay the night, so you don't have to walk back so late."
"I'd walk anywhere for ya, Dave. Ya know that."
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congrats on hitting 10k!! That’s awesome and as someone who’s read ur stuff over and over, you completely deserve it !!
for the blurb night, if this inspires anything; Jess from a league of their own being obsessed with messing up a femme reader’s make up? It’s one thing for her to smear her own lipstick on a napkin or the back of her hand after a game, but the messing up of something so meticulously done just for her drives her a bit 👀 smut or fluff, whatever it inspires! Ty! :)<3
I'm -- soooooooooogay
Jess was always so careful with you. Until she wasn’t.
“Shh,” she whispers, dragging her thumb across your lower lip. Your eyes flutter closed for a brief second, and Jess sinks into the feel of it. The feel of control, of having you under her thumb – literally.
You blink awake, shaking your head at yourself. “Jess,” you start, but she frowns. “I said shh,” she tuts, faux mad at you. “You can’t hear me or something?” She walks forward, and you immediately stumble back with her, the force of her body pushing you into the wall. “Jess—” “You can’t hear me?”
She looks at you now. Big eyes staring holes into yours. Her thumb is still on your lips, her hand still on your jaw. “N-No,” you stutter start, shaking your head – as far as her hand will allow. She raises her eyebrows. Hard Jess is here now. The Jess whose face screws into a bolt.
“I-I mean, I mean—yes, yes, I can hear you.” “Good,” she grins, nodding her head to you, eyes at your lips. It’s silent, for a second. But it feels like an eternity. Just her staring at your mouth, her thumb sliding back and forth, back, and forth.
“Always so pretty for me,” she whispers, leaning closer. She pushes her forward against yours, and your body goes to jelly. It always does around Jess. It’s like this superpower that she has.
Of course they win the game you couldn’t go to. She came home, all swagger and confidence. Tore off that silly dress and now she’s doting her vest top and silly red shorts. You look down between your bodies. See her nipples pushing through her white vest, and you move to kiss her, but her grasp is tight. Not painful – just, steady. Strong. Like her. Your Jess.
“So pretty, with your lipstick and eyeliner.”
She slowly rests her mouth against your ear, and her hot breath and the softness of her lips force shivers down your spine. “Mm,” you hum, jutting your hips out, fidgeting to get closer.
Jess ignores you. Carries on with her torment.
You glance at her, and she catches your eyes. “So put together,” she grins, “but what if I—” and she pushes her thump into your lips, then across them, smearing the red of your lipstick over your cheek. You gasp, her name on your lips, and then she’s kissing under your jaw, smothering any sense that you might have had. Jess grazes her teeth over your flesh, and you don’t care that she’s fucked up your lipstick. Don’t care that she’s smeared it over your cheek, because she’s sucking a bruise into your skin. Heat pushes between your thighs.
“J-Jess,” you manage to stutter, and she cackles like she’s won a prize. Kisses over your cheek, quickly, before pressing a big, deep one against your lips. When she pulls away, she’s got your lipstick smeared over her chin, and her eyes are alive as she says, “Even prettier when you’re messy.”
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oldshrewsburyian · 1 year
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Innocence is an unusual quality in that it has two opposites. One is experience. The other is guilt.
The Poison Tree, Erin Kelly
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akwardlyuncool · 11 months
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What Goes Up Up (2009) - Review
The misfits find one teacher they can trust and when that teacher dies and a new figure appears in his wake, will they too trust him in that same fashion? Campbell Babbit (Steve Coogan) is put on a newspaper assignment, to get off of writing about the woman he obsessively writes about at current and onto more world news, like the Challenger Space Shuttle launch. He ends up slipping into the life of an old college buddy that has passed away, thinking he can figure out the students his friend left behind and maybe tell someone else’s story for a change.
While out for Record Store day yesterday, I came across this movie that had both Hilary Duff and Josh Peck in it, so I had to pick it up, not many questions asked. Now after watching the ish, I got a whole bunch of questions. The beginning of the film makes it seem like there’s just this group of misunderstood, outcast students who found solace in a classroom, run by a teacher who instead of becoming a priest, decided to put that care into students who needed a little extra, however, and I think this is the goal of the movie, I spent most of it questioning what was happening in that town and really in that classroom.
Now I don’t want to spoil anything, but I will say that I spent a good chunk of the movie with what the kids today call “the ick.” You don’t really know what did or did not happen so you make up your own assumptions, good or bad, until the end when things start to unravel and even then no one truly knows the truth or they do, just not the entirety of that truth. They let some people be heroes and others accept the story they’ve been given.
Had I seen this movie back in 2009 when I was an “edgy” teenager watching and reading all of the stories about misfit, outcast teenagers with identity issues and drug problems and cool art hobbies, I probably would have saw the story they were trying to tell with this one. I don’t know if I would have agreed, probably would of still had some ick, but I might have saw something redeeming in the hour and 44 minutes of run time. Now as an adult I’m left feeling uncomfortable and wondering if what I watched was worth the 3 dollars I spent on the DVD? I will say that some of the ick gets cleared it up which did ultimately help me feel a little less like I wanted to puke, but I’m still unsure about the whole thing.
I don’t think I can really recommend the movie to anyone outside of completionists, die-hard fans or those of y’all who can sit through  fairly dark films and be relatively okay at the end. There was just so much sketch up in the air for the majority of the film and I don’t know that I could recommend someone else sit with that much uncertainty for over an hour. Basically watch at your own discretion.
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TW/CW Plus Some SPOILER-Esk Content Below:
Note on TW’s and CW’s: I’ve recently read something about the usefulness of Trigger Warnings and Content Warnings and how they may not actually be working as intended and don’t offer the help or protection that we think they do or did. That being said, as someone who at least likes to know when the overall subject or content of something may not sit right with me, I’ve decided to put them and other bonus content under a “READ MORE” or “Keep Reading” line, when I have them.
If you have feelings or insight on this please let me know, as this is something I’m testing out and would love further feedback on.
TW/CW: This movie talks about subjects of suicide and inappropriate relationships between adults and minors.
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The Actual Somewhat Spoiler Commentary:
Steve Coogan’s character is a stranger to these kids and the role that he let them lead him into was inappropriate to say the least. I feel like because he is a stranger, no less an adult, even if he was trying to figure out what happened to his old friend, he should have put up some boundaries real quick. It seems like he’d tow that line to “protect” the heart of a teenage girl all in the name of the story. I think however, part of him wrote about heroes so much that he let himself slip into the villain role rather easily. He claims he’s not “that guy,” but I was not truly convinced. There were too many closed doors and making sure the girl knew she was loved by her teacher, for me to just accepts his grey area. I’m not saying I believe he’s “that guy” either but he is not the good or clean one in this situation, like at all.
Also I feel like the meaning of Josh Peck’s character (Jim Lement) was so confusing. Like is he in love with Hillary Duff’s character (Lucy) or just trying to protect her himself. Is he one of the “bad” guys who trips into heroism every once in a while, but knows they only partly deserve the compliments. Is he supposed to be the “teacher” in the end?
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vroomvroommuppett · 5 months
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warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI–mommy/daddy kink, unprotected sex, pet names, breeding kink, language, praise kink
you had always wanted kids. there was no doubt about it. but every guy you had been with never wanted kids and they didn’t make that known till a year after you two were dating. that is, until matt and kelly came into your life.
when you three got married (you all became casey-severide), you agreed that you wouldn’t start trying for kids until at least a year into your marriage so you could enjoy married life. on your one year anniversary, while you were having a nice dinner at your house, the topic of kids came up and you said you had gotten your iud out and the minute they heard that, dinner was abandoned and kelly threw you over his shoulder and they took you upstairs.
once upstairs, you were tossed onto the bed. and matt spoke up
“are you ready for us to make you a mommy?”
“yes. i can’t wait to make you daddies”
the whole night was filled with profanities, screams, moans, and praise
“we can’t wait to make you a mommy” “daddy, please” “let me make you daddies” “these are going to look so good filled up with milk”
three months later you found out you were pregnant.
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maevesversion · 4 days
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James Kelly
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cosmicanakin · 20 days
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tides of change | masterlist.
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pairing. james kelly x female reader.
outline. you've returned to new orleans grieving the sudden loss of your beloved older sister lauren. as you help your grieving mother with funeral arrangements, lauren's old car has been collecting dust in the driveway. determined to keep it running, you take it to the neighborhood mechanic shop for a check up. there you meet james kelly, a handsome mechanic who inspects the engine with expert hands and eyes. his skill and passion for automotives is intoxicating, temporarily distracting from your sorrow in a way no one else has since lauren's death.
contains. angst, romance, grief, death of a loved one, violence, alcohol use, sexual content, mental health struggles, love triangle. these will add on as the series progresses.
disclaimer. this is lowercase intended & doesn't exactly follow the film's plot. however if these topics mentioned above are triggering for you please refrain from reading !
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prologue
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
final part
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authors note. this actually isn't my first time writing a series. i wrote one for anakin before but didn't like how it came out so i deleted it :c i also wasn't very confident about my writing either lol but now here i am ( not me quoting victorious lmao ) doing another series which'll hopefully be far much better than last time.
bonus. comment or send me an ask if you want to be on the list to get updates of when each chapter is posted <3
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