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What secret is his girlfriend hiding from him? She won't go home, but she won't tell him why, and Rafe just can't figure it out.
Major trigger warning for themes of child and sexual abuse, and the aftermath of these events. My DMs are open if you need someone to talk to.
Masterlist 🎀 Part One
I’ve not uploaded anything in so long and I don’t know where I even managed to find the inspiration to write this part but here it is :) I hope that you’re all doing great. I’m not sure when I’ll upload again. Maybe soon maybe not. Love y’all and stay safe. Here if you need to talk. Don’t forget to comment and like if you enjoy. Interaction means the world to small writers! <3
The morning after confessing to Rafe, you'd awoken beside him with a foggy head, feeling dazed and confused and like you'd been shoved out of an all consuming dream. Rafe had one hand on your shoulder and as soon as your vision focused, you could see the tense worry knotted across his face, poorly masked with a gentle tone.
"Mornin', baby. Breakfast is gonna be ready in ten minutes. You wanna shower or not bother?"
You furrowed your brows and yawned, craning your neck upwards as your mouth widened. When you opened your eyes again, you noticed how the thin bar of light peaking through the top of the blinds was pale compared to the golden tones you were used to waking up to, and that the house was completely silent.
"What time is it?" You mumbled.
"Six thirty." He answered and your eyes almost got big with annoyed shock, but then he added "We've got to get to the station.. they need a statement from you" and suddenly your body felt heavier than a slab of concrete, no muscle power available to even move your eyelids so dramatically.
It all came back to you, searing through the morning-after fog of leftover Valium like a lit cigarette to a spillage of petrol. The shameful memory of finally telling Rafe the truth; how you had shaken and sobbed into his arms, how you knew that he would want immediate action and the dread that that had filled you with.
Here was that action. Unavoidable and terrifying.
"Right now?" You asked barely above a whisper, swallowing a dry lump in your throat.
He hesitated before answering as if it pained him to do so, then tried again to make his tone sound more casual - an attempt to ease some of the pressure from you. It was fruitless however, the seriousness of the situation was thick and rancid in the air.
"They can't keep him in jail much longer just based on my dads word."
"W-What?" You gasped, the weight suddenly lifted from your eyes.
"I'm sorry baby, I was gonna kill him if he wasn't kept from me. I had to get him put away immediately."
You nodded and said nothing in return. There was nothing that you could say. Your mind felt so full that there was no longer enough space for each of the ideas forming, and they had instead resorted into blending into one blaring tone; a cry in the pitch of your little sisters voice. With another deep breath, you forced yourself from the bed and walked to the en-suite bathroom.
Rafe followed you, his eyes an unavoidable beam of concern. Underneath them were dark circles and even a hint of redness spreading from his cheeks to his nose. You'd never seen him cry before and you hoped to god that he hadn't been. The thought of that made you feel all the more guilty. The unfamiliar redness was just from a cold or something. He couldn't cry over you, especially not over this.
He turned the gleaming silver shower knob and watched you get undressed, holding his hand under the water as if he needed to check the temperature for a child.
"Do you want me to stay in here?" He asked softly and you quickly shook your head no.
Then, with some hesitation, he left.
The bathroom felt empty, even with yourself in it. The warm water was not hitting the flesh of anyone - just sinking through the air of a ghost. Time didn't exist, only the gradual fogging of steam against clear panes and eventual knock on the door before it was dutifully swung open.
Breakfast was also silent. The mass of negative thoughts felt as if they'd physically manifested into something - sitting like a heavy rubber brick between your brain and the rest of your body. No action that you took was done by choice - but by muscle memory. When Rafe spoke to you it sounded like nonsense; a mix of sounds being made indecipherable by an invisible force field.
Only when you were strapped into the passenger seat of Rafe's rover with the knowingness of the police station getting closer and closer did you re enter back into the physical plane, and that was only to uncontrollably shake. Rafe put his hand on your knee and tried to get you to speak; frightened by this new vulnerability in his previously happy-go-lucky girlfriend. You had always told him everything - or at least he thought you had. Now you seemed almost unrecognisable; silent and caved in with an unshakable expression of solemn doom. Like a calf raised for veal.
"I know that this is.. a lot, but it's gonna be okay. My dad knows all of the detectives, he'll make sure you're with one who's nice. They're not going to interrogate you or anything like that, they just need you to tell them the stuff that happened.. so that we can keep him behind bars... Okay?" Rafe continued to softly speak, conjuring up whatever words of comfort he could find and praying that they would be the right ones.
"You shouldn't feel any type of way about yourself because of this. It's not your fault and it doesn't change how I see you. You can talk to me about it too. You can tell me anything."
"I can't." You finally spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't use up all my words now. I can't-"
You cut yourself off as your lips began to tremble. You pulled a deep breath into your lungs and squeezed your eyes shut until the forming tears dissipated. Rafe could feel the slight increase of your shaking nerves under his fingers, so he moved his hand to encompass yours with a soft squeeze and a cautious side glance.
"It's okay, baby. It's okay. You don't have to speak right now. Just- just try to tell the detective everything you can... I know you can do it. You're brave."
The lid on the jar he'd squeezed his rage into was starting to come loose, slowly unscrewing itself with a rubbery squeak. He managed to keep the lid on as he finally lead you through the station, but it became more and more of a struggle with each step. There was an overwhelming look of pity on the sheriff's face, one that reasserted to Rafe that he should've saved you sooner - that he'd failed as a man. His father wasn't in a particularly pleasant mood either, no doubt sleep deprived and probably thinking the same thing of his son, and then to top it all off, Rafe was denied access into the interview room with you.
He knew that he legally could've been in there - you were an adult victim after all entitled to emotional support from whoever you wanted - but you'd obviously told them no. You didn't want him to hear the details, or to see you cry - he knew that too. And although he logically understood why you didn't want those things, part of him still felt betrayed for some reason. He thought that he'd known practically everything about you - but obviously he'd been wrong. Was part of him angry at you for that? Maybe a tiny bit.
"Rafe- son. Let's go take a breather. Just for a few minutes." Ward's stern voice halted Rafe's repetitive pacing outside of the interview room.
He turned to face his dad and followed his command, although he did halt for a second as he thought about you bearing your deepest wound to a soulless tape recorder from the confines of an uncomfortable plastic chair. What if you changed your mind and decided that you needed him in there? He hoped that the conversation with his father would be quick.
As they exited the station and walked across the car park, Ward unexpectedly handed Rafe a cigarette, which he took with no hesitation despite internally questioning how his dad even knew that he smoked. That didn't matter. Not at this point. He lifted it to his lips and allowed Ward to light it before taking a sharp inhale, his fingers stiff around the filter in the struggle not to crush it.
Ward broke the silence with a blunt tone.
"Rafe, I can see that you're itching to do something stupid. You can't do that, not with this-"
"Like what?" Rafe cut him off with a dry scoff, his eyes wide as a plume of smoke rolled from his nose. "The scumbag's in jail, isn't he? I can't fucking touch him... What are you expecting from me? I told you last night so that I wouldn't do anything-"
"Yes you did and you are so good for that, but son, listen to me-" Ward put his hand on Rafe's shoulder and looked intensely into his eyes. "You really need to stay calm for this - and I mean for all of this, okay? No matter how this goes - you cannot go after him. No intimidation or threats or violence-"
"What do you mean?" Rafe's hand fell from his lips, the shake of his voice hardly contained between his gritted teeth. "He's gonna be in prison. They're not gonna let him out. Right?"
Ward sighed. He looked around the car park before looking back into his son's eyes.
"Things like these can be hard to prove, hard to convict. But I need you to make that promise to me, son - that if you come across an opportunity to hurt him, you won't. For Y/N's sake."
Rafe's eyes widened even further and he had started to lightly hop from one foot to the other. He shook Ward's hand from his shoulder without even meaning to whilst his jaw squared into an iron lock around a sharp puff of smoke. He took a few drags before he hissed out a response.
"How the fuck would that be for her sake? I should bash his fucking brains in-"
Ward cut him off, matching Rafe's aggressive hiss in the way that always made him back down.
"Because of exactly this. The last thing she needs to deal with on top of everything else is you acting like a goddamn psychopath. You're gonna have to put on a brave face, swallow your pride and be a real man about it. Look after her, stop being so selfish and be what she needs."
Seeing that Rafe was now frozen, he sighed again and softened his tone, leaning in closer to his son and patting him on the shoulder.
"I know you can do it."
Rafe swallowed and struggled to nod, only able to mutter out a weak "Yeah."
"And if this does end up going to trial, you won't help the case by doing any of the things I know you're wanting to do. Could fuck it up entirely." Ward continued "I'm gonna go home, tell Rose about everything, catch up on some sleep. I'll see you in a couple of hours."
Rafe nodded weakly again, his eyes now fixed on the tarmac at his father's feet. He was using the entire effort of his internal monologue to stamp on the lid of his rage and desperately keep the jar shut. He'd not considered how prolonged this ordeal could be until hearing Ward's sobering words, and now he regretted rushing into the study for his help some hours beforehand.
"Are you gonna be okay, son?" Ward patted his shoulder again and Rafe drew his eyes to meet his with a forced look of neutrality.
"Yeah. I'll be fine."
Ward gave him a half smile - one to indicate that he didn't truly believe the statement but that Rafe had better stick to it.
"Good."
Then the older man promptly climbed into his car and drove out of the parking lot, leaving Rafe to stew on the empty spot until he was able to draw himself from his violent imaginings. It was difficult to snap himself from the spiral, but he eventually thought of your reaction to the acts he wanted to commit and managed to drag himself back into the station. However, by the time you reappeared in the waiting room it had been over two hours, and he would be lying if he'd said that he hadn't spent that entire time borderline drowning in that violent stew.
He rushed to you and held you, letting you bury your wet face in the warmth of his chest as his hug encompassed you fully. Sobs rocked your body like a fish out of water, the devastation unyielding even against the safety of Rafe's gentle touch. He attempted to shush you only for a moment before locking eyes with the detective - an older woman with kind features but a solemn expression of bad news spread across them. She offered him a weak, pitiful smile before speaking, telling Rafe just how brave you'd been and how proud she was before giving him the legal rundown.
"Based off what Y/N's told me we have enough reason to enact a search warrant effective immediately. Depending on what we find when we go into the property, we should be able to keep Mr L/N in custody until a bond hearing is set."
And then she continued on with more details for another five minutes, ending it with a memorised list of victim resources and recommended counsellors. Rafe struggled to log all of the information, bruised knuckles shoving the most important pieces through thick smog onto his mental bookshelf. He didn't bother noting the numbers for any of the state run resources, turning his nose up at the thought of an overworked psychiatrist running group therapy sessions from the community centre, or a sexual assault hotline with an average wait time of thirty minutes.
That kind of shit was for Pogues.
You would have your pick from the best therapists in the state.
His princess. You would get whatever you needed and more - he would make sure of it.
The drive back to Tannyhill was painful for a multitude of reasons; the main one being the fact that Rafe couldn't cradle you against his chest as you continued to cry - all he could do was squeeze your hand whilst the other remained gripped on the wheel. He said anything that he could to try to calm you down and distract you, but your eyes remained wet and your lungs restricted.
"It's- so- disgusting! I'm- so- disgusting!" You'd choked out repeatedly once you'd gotten inside; curled up under a fluffy blanket with Rafe's arms around you.
"No you're not, baby. Don't say that. You're alright. It's all gonna be alright. Shhhh." He'd gently hushed you, feeling useless against the force of your agony.
There was no universe in which he would've imagined that this was the truth that you'd been hiding, and seeing you so distraught from it was almost like looking at a stranger. It was even more unnerving than the breakdown you'd had before his recent holiday - a terrifying amount of vulnerability that he needed to care for. His feelings of uselessness only got worse with each hour it took to calm you, and the eventual decision to give you another Valium. It was only after that little blue pill had dissolved into your system that you were finally able to speak without taking desperate gasps. Your red face had dried streams of salty tears across it and your body had stopped shaking, but your voice still trembled. Rafe's arms were wrapped around you, his large hands rubbing soothing patterns into yours whilst his chin rested just atop your head, often bending down to press a quiet kiss to your crown.
"I just- I'd never spoke about it to anyone before, and so when I was out of that house it almost didn't feel real. Like it had never happened." You started to explain, sounding hoarse but more relaxed than you had all day. "And there were so many things that I'd forgotten- somehow, I'd made myself forget. And as soon as I started speaking to the detective it all came back... All of the really bad stuff... everything."
Really bad? What could that mean? Rafe tried his hardest not to imagine it. Everything that you'd said was so hard for him to understand or picture - except for that. He knew just how evil and perverted men could be, and it made him feel truly sick. However, vulnerability and fear were things that the Cameron son had very rarely felt, so he found no experience in his memory to compare yours to - no way to grasp an easier understanding of your side. He just couldn't imagine it. He took a deep inhale through his nostrils and closed his eyes, needing to take a second to stop his rage from bubbling up again.
"I'm never going to be clean, I'm so dirty from all of it. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Are you sure you don't think I'm disgusting now?" You sniffled, prompting him to hold you even tighter in a silent bid to stop your self scrutiny.
"Stop saying that about yourself - I've already told you you're not any of those things. How many times do I need to tell you?" He whispered.
"I'm sorry."
"And stop apologising! Please, baby. It's not your fault." He begged.
"But what if he did it to my sister? What if I was too late? It's all my fault, Rafe."
And although there was a cruel part of Rafe that could've agreed with you; wondering why you'd hidden the truth for so long - especially from him, he was instant in his defence of you.
"No it's not. Don't ever say that. It's not your fault. He's a twisted piece of shit who should've never been allowed around either of you. He's not even worth the filth on my shoe. He's-" Rafe had to cut himself off again and squeeze his eyes shut for a moment.
This was the hardest he'd ever tried to keep his temper contained, and it was giving him a headache. He quickly resumed though in a softer tone, needing to speak whilst you were still temporarily receptive.
"And don't you think she would've told you if something had happened? You've always said she tells you everything - and she's certainly got no trouble sticking up for herself."
"But what if-"
"No what ifs, baby. Please." Rafe cut you off with finality. "I promise everything is gonna be alright. We've just got to look after you at the moment. Okay?"
You wanted to protest but stopped yourself. He looked desperate - like he didn't know what he might do with himself if you continued to argue. You had no idea what you could do with yourself to make your own mental allegations stop, so you decided to focus instead on not further upsetting Rafe. His fierce protectiveness was in line with his usual character, but not the fragility of which it balanced on. Part of you worried that he was going to hurt someone else since he couldn’t get to your step-dad, another part of you felt slightly relieved by the safety that his wrath caused you.
"None of this is your fault. You got that?" He continued and you silently nodded, pressing your lips together and attempting to believe him.
Rafe shifted your position in his arms so that he could look you in the eyes, where his suppressed mania was all the more evident.
"I wanna hear you say it." He asserted softly.
The words stayed stuck in your throat for a moment and you struggled to peel your lips back apart. Then they came out so quietly that they practically weren’t words at all, just small exhales of air laced with minuscule sounds.
"It's not my fault.”
“Say it properly.” Rafe ordered softly again, the blue in his eyes starting to feel like heat from a blisteringly hot flame.
“It’s not my fault.” You whispered.
This time you were able to actually pronounce each individual sound with the clarity to understand each word - and unexpectedly, it did make you feel slightly less grotesque.
“It’s not my fault.” You repeated again, and although your self assertion was weak, it was better than the loud self deprecation you’d been wallowing in.
Rafe placed a long kiss to your forehead, using his thumb to softly wipe at your cheekbone as he did.
"Well done, princess. Well done." He whispered, and then squeezed you tightly again, seeming as if he needed the close contact nearly as much as you.
I really hope y’all enjoyed this part. There is a part three that I’ve partially written, when the full part will be uploaded I’m not sure. My creativity seems to come and go these days. Nonetheless, don’t forget to like, comment, reblog and follow if you enjoy the writing! My requests are still open and I promise that I do read them and occasionally write them. I’m working through a few verrryy slowly. Love y’all! Stay safe <3
Pairing: Drew Starkey x actress!reader (established relationship) (prompt, see post below for context/what prompt is)
(Also ik Drew has sister/s. Idk how old they actually are so imma make it up to fit the story line) (reqs are open!!!)
Warnings: language, SMUT, p in v, no mentions of protection (wrap before you tap), detailed-ish smut. (First smut post so sos if it’s bad!)
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Being back in your hometown felt great. After finishing the latest season of Outer Banks, you both wanted a small break. So that’s exactly what you did.
It was currently 11:38pm, all the younger siblings were in the basement. You were the eldest out of your siblings. You had two brothers and one sister. Your sister was 17 as your brothers were 15 and 13. Drew’s sisters were both 18 and 19.
You and Drew were in the kitchen. While all the siblings were in the movie room (your parents converted basement). You wore one of Drew’s grey sweatshirts and a pair of (has favourite) navy cycling shorts. Drew wore some grey sweats, his Calvin waistband poking out of the waistband of his sweats.
You sat on the island counter, a bowl of grapes in your lap. Drew leaned against the counter opposite you. You were watching something on your phone, he just watched you. God he could eat you up, right here, right now.
He stepped forward, standing between your legs. He placed the bowl down onto the counter next to you. He placed his hands either side of you, on the counter. “Hey, baby?” You look up to him. “Yeah?”
He grinned a little “you know… we haven’t had, ‘us’ time in a while… with all the filming and stuff… and you here, in my sweatshirt and those little navy shorts you know I love dearly… makes me think things…”
You smiled, putting your phone down “oh yeah? What things?” He chuckled lowly, moving his face closer to yours “well, all our siblings are in the basement… our parents are all over my parents place… we could head up to your room?” You smirked. Pecking his lips “sure, ba-”
Next thing you know you’re over his shoulder as he carried you to your room.
He opened the door with his spare hand. Then closing it with his foot. He walked over to your bed and placing you down.
Climbing, so he’s hovering over you. He moves his lips against yours. Kissing you as if he hasn’t in years. Drew was one for physical touch, he was heavy on hand holding and kisses. You kiss back, matching his energy. He groaned against your lips. He pulled away, only a centimetre. He whispered “god missed this, so much… gonna take you, right here.. right now, okay baby?” You nodded “yeah…”
His hands go to your thighs, pulling them apart. Letting himself kneel between them. He starts to kiss you again as his hands rub your thighs gently. His hands soon get to the waistband of your cycling shorts. He mumbled against your lips “love these shorts… but they gotta go… getting in the way of my sweet girl…” he tugs down your cycling shorts in one swift movement. Discarding your shorts to the floor.
His hips pressed against your pantie covered entrance. You hummed “fuck, Drew…miss you…” he knew what you were referring to. “Yeah? Missed my cock, babe?” You nodded. He grinned. He rolled his hips against you. Causing a soft gasp. God you could never get over how big he was. Being lovers for three and a half years, still you couldn’t fathom how huge he was. Still took all of him though, which he loved.
He rolled his hips again, he groaned “fuck baby…” he grabbed both waistbands of his sweats and boxers. Taking them off together, at the same time. Making him completely naked. He climbed back between you. You softly moaned as you felt him rub against you. He grinned “shall we get rid of this, sweetheart?” He tugs on your panties. You nod, not wanting to waste anytime.
You were completely bare, besides the oversized sweatshirt of his still on you. Just how he liked you, bare, but in his clothes.
He rubbed against you again. He groaned at how excited you could get, every time. Seeing you drenched for him, made him feral. He slowly pushed in, making small rolls as he adds more of himself to you. Causing soft moans each thrust.
Once he was completely in, you leaned down onto you. His face close to yours “gonna make you feel so good, sweet girl… I love you… so much.” You press a kiss to his forehead “I love you too, Drew.”
His fingertips rub up your forearms. Then interlocking and holding your hands into the mattress.
He started to slowly thrust, causing you to gasp. The noises becoming music to his ears. He slowly started to lick up the pace. His one hand lets go of yours, moving under the sweatshirt and needing your breast softly and lovingly.
Meanwhile, downstairs, both girls from each side were wanting you both for help. The coffee machine wasn’t working, only you and Drew knew how it works. Since both parents were over Drew’s family’s house; you two were their only help.
Drew moved his hand down from your chest to your thigh. Pushing it into the mattress more. His thrusts started to get sloppy and quick, every other would be hard thrusts.
You were a moaning mess, Drew smiles, knowing he does this to you. And only you.
Drew spoke “fuck, you look so good..taking all of me, like a good girl… always one f’me aren’t ya? Love when I fill you, don’t you?” You nodded. Your head tilting back into the pillows. He smiled.
Drew picked up the pace, moving the fastest he could go. You could feel the edge staring to come. You were almost there, about to finish. He could feel it, he was almost there too. Loving how you feel against him “feelin’ so good f’me baby… ssshhiitt…” he moaned. You rolled you eyes as his thrust became harder than before.
Both sisters headed upstairs, to the second floor. They walked down the hallway. As they got closer to your room, they walked over to the door.
You mumble to Drew “Drew, fuck… hmm shit.. gonna- ohhh…” Drew grinned “gonna finish with me, baby?” You nodded. Your free hand coming up to his bicep as you dig your nails into his muscle. He moaned at how much that turned him on.
Your sister knocked the door and opened it. Drew’s eyes widen, quickly pulling the covers over your lower bodies. He leaned down into you.
Both sister’s eyes widened. Your sister, Kayla spoke “what?! Ew you guys! Couldn’t you wait till we were all in bed?!?” You chuckled. Drew on the other hand… he hid his face in the crook of your neck. His intwined hand squeezing yours. He felt embarrassed, not cause of being caught making love to you. But the fact it was his sister, you’ve been walked in on a few times. Austin has walked in on you guys a few times on set; that being the reason you don’t do it on set anymore. But when it’s family, that’s different.
Drew spoke against your shoulder “what do you two want?!” Kayla giggled “uh the coffee machine isn’t working, we wanted to see if you two could fix it.. but clearly you’re busy.” You chucked “oh shut up Kay!” She playfully gasped “what?! I can’t help it if you two are getting frisky while we’re all awake still!” You playfully roll your eyes “you done now??” Kayla chuckles and nods “well let you get back to your… entertainment…” you flip off your sister “close the door in the way out!”
As she shuts the door, she calls out “make sure to lock it next time, dad didn’t put one on there for no reason…”
Once they left, Drew removed his head from the crook of your neck. He looked down at you “um…” you chuckles softly. Carding your fingers through his hair. “Turned off, huh?” He nodded. Not wanting to admit it, but he couldn’t lie to you. You knew exactly what to do. You grabbed both his wrists and gently tug him closer to you.
You whispered “want me to ride you? I’ll let you kiss my chest when I do it?? How’d that sound?” He moaned softly. “I’ll take that as a yes?” He nodded and gently pulled out before flipping you both over.
Letting you straddle him as he leaned back against the headboard. He placed his hands in your hips, just wanting to touch you. You slowly started to rock your hips. You leaned forward, letting his mouth attach to your chest. Moving from the left side to the right. He worked away as you rocked your hips. Slowly picking up the pace. You moaned his name. He groaned and started to rock up into you.
When you felt that similar feeling in your lower stomach, once again. You felt his hands move under your thighs. Holding you up so he could fastly rock up into you. Both of you moaning together. You gasp “Drew! Gonna!” He replied “right there with ya…. Fuck baby, cum on me, sweetheart… so fuckin good” You held onto his shoulders. Finishing down his cock, he groaned as his pace slowed down. He soon came a second or two after you. His hips stutter as he finished too. He moans your name as he does.
He then puts you back down on his lap. He tucked some hair behind your ear. He placed his hand in the back of your neck. Pulling you in for a few soft kisses. Then pulling away and resting your forehead to his. He mumbles “forgot about the lock, haven’t done it in here for a while, huh?” You chuckle. Agreeing with him. Last time was when you were both seventeen. Both of you wanted to be each other’s firsts, thinking it was better to be close to someone when you both do it for the first time. Which can come off as cute. Even if you didn’t date till a few years ago. He presses a few more kisses to your lips and forehead before starting up a bath for you both. Which was then followed by some movies and falling asleep in each other’s arms.
I fear your Steve head cannons were a LITTLE too good😋😋😋 in fact, they were delicious...
I have a little tiny request 😔.... do u think u could do a fic where reader joins Steve at one of his rodeos, and she gets a little interested in the bull riding that she's seeing a lot of the other girls do. She goes and tries it (and it doesn't matter if she's good at it or not, but Steve is getting a boner either way) blah blah blah, he's like "omg I need her so bad" and he looks around and realizes hes not the only one thinking that. So naturally, he brings her back home and wants her to do to him what she did to that bull.😛
SOREY, MY FREAK TOOK OVER🫢 I KNKW THIS IS LONG BUT I LUV YOUR WORK
⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ “Like a rodeo, baby.” — ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀ.
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⋆·˚ ༘ * — A/N : LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS PROMPT, ALSO I LOVE YOU GUYS SM, YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET!! Also im not sure if you meant a mechanical bull or not and so I’m just assuming you meant a real bull💔. Also I feel like this one isn’t really my best work but I hope you guys enjoy!!
⋆·˚ ༘ * — warnings : this one is sorta LONG, no defined word count tho cus im too lazy. // one (1) joke about suicide, swearing, mentions of reader having a vagina, steve accidentally basically creampie-ing reader💔, mentions of chance that user might get pregnant
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18+ mdni
STEVE had begged you to come to a rodeo with him for weeks, and finally after loosing a bet against him, you agreed.
It wasn’t like you didn’t want to hangout with Steve, you just thought going to a rodeo wouldn’t really be ‘your thing’.
And boy, how wrong you were.
Your hand was holding Steve’s as he guided you through the crowd, having already paid for tickets.
“Just wait til you see the bull, fuckin’ awesome.” Steve said, grinning as he led you to the front row, one of the perks of coming as often as he did.
You chuckled, and sat down beside Steve, noticing how loud the crowd suddenly got.
Confused, you look up to the open center and that’s when it all changed.
Seeing a clearly inexperienced girl come out on the bull, it thrashing against her as shes laughing, trying to stay on and clearly having a good time.
“I want to do that.” You breathed out, without thinking.
You said it quietly, to yourself even, so surely Steve wouldn’t hear you.
“Fuck babe, you want to do that?” Steve asked, pointing his finger towards the center, making sure you were seeing the same thing he was.
“Sure, she is doing it, so why can’t I?” You said, pointing to the girl that was clearly inexperienced, being slung against the bull as she held on for dear life, professionals standing an appropriate distance away from the two, making sure she wouldn’t get hurt.
“Yeah but I mean— What if you get hurt?” Steve wondered, concern for you evident in his voice, he would kill himself before he let you get hurt when you were with him.
Eventually she fell off, her body slapping against the dirt as the professionals rushed to her, trying to get her out of the arena before the bull started charging.
You grabbed Steve’s hand and practically yanked him up from the chair as you rushed to the entrance of the shoot, walking up to the first rodeo manager you could find.
“Hi!” Your cheery voice spoke as Steve caught his breath behind you, hunched over slightly.
“Well, hello there. What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ at a rodeo?” The older man asked, grey hairs sticking out from underneath his cowboy hat stetson.
Steve suddenly gained his breath back and stood up straight, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
“I want to ride a bull.” You said, smiling at the man as you hoped he wouldnt crush all your hopes and dreams of riding a bull say no.
But despite your worries, he agreed without hesitation.
“Well okay, just come over here and sign some waivers.” He huffed out, trying to hold back his chuckle.
After filling out papers and after Steve tried to warn you about the risks, it was finally time to ride a bull.
You stepped onto the platform, only a small fence separating you from the bull, nerves were starting to hit you now but it was too late to go back.
After a long and boring explanation on how to ride the bull by the older man, you were ready.
You stepped over the fence and onto the bulls back, since Steve was your boyfriend, he was allowed on the platform along side the older man who apparently was called Roy, according to Steve.
You crouched down, sitting down with each leg on opposite sides of the bull, settling down before the bull started to thrash around in the chute, causing you to hold onto the railings beside you.
Once the bull settles again, you sit down, your left hand reaching underneath the rope as you begin to secure it in your hand.
Roy puts a helmet on you and taps it playfully before getting serious.
“You do know you could get seriously hurt on this thing?” Roy’s rough voice entered your ears.
“Yeah, baby. You know, it’s never too late to back out. Shit— Ol’ Soda tore a ligament hasn’t been riding since.” Steve added on, reaching out to hold your hand.
But you had already decided, you were going to ride this bull.
“I know. I’m gonna ride this bull and— I don’t even know if i’m gonna be good at it or what but I’m going to try.” You said, a smile forming on your features as you held Steve’s hand for a moment and squeezed it lightly before letting go as you got ready to be let out into the arena.
Suddenly, the gate opens and the bull immediately starts running towards the open space. You feel the bull start kicking and bucking as you hold onto tightly, bouncing around on the bull as laughs escape your mouth.
And shit, If I said that didn’t make Steve as hard as a rock, I’d be lying.
He felt a tent start growing in his pants and he didn’t even bother to hide it cause fuck, you were so hot right now. not that Steve didn’t think you were hot all the time…
Seeing your hips roll against the bull did something to Steve, and made him want to feel you rolling your hips against him like that.
Steve glanced over and saw that Roy was also looking at you the same way, not that Roy was a bad guy, Steve had talked to him a few times at Rodeos when he went with Sodapop, but seeing the way that Roy was looking at you fueled his need to feel you on top of him even further.
You ended up lasting a good bit for a beginner, sliding off the side of the bull with little to no injuries, only a few bruises from hitting the ground that would surely heal in a few days.
After leaving the arena, you rushed over to Steve, a huge smile on your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.
The scene would be cute… if you couldn’t feel the raging boner Steve had in his jeans pressing against you.
“Oh!” You gasped out as you felt it, Steve’s head in your neck as he let out a breathy reply.
“Sorry, just need you so bad.”
And that’s all it took, you smiled and kissed him.
When you pulled away, Steve’s hand quickly reached yours as he pulled you through the crowd, letting out small apologies as he pushed through.
Once you guys arrived back to Steve’s place, you guys could barely get through the door before his hands were all over you.
“Geez, did me riding that bull turn you on that much?” You joked, as you led him towards his room, you had been at his house so often you could probably navigate through it blindfolded.
“Fuck yeah, seeing you ride that bull started making me wonder how it would feel you rode me instead.” Steve said, being very blunt compared to usual, but he didn’t care, he needed you too bad to start being shy about what he wanted.
“So, why don’t you come and find out?” You teased, standing infront of Steve’s bed before he practically tackled you in response. Your bodies bouncing against the bed as Steve’s lips reached your neck, finding your weak spot which resulted in a soft moan from you. Steve left a few hickeys on your neck before needing to feel you more.
Steve tried to go slow, he really did but he needed you so bad.
He slid down from the bed, quickly taking off his shirt before sitting on his knees between your thighs as he slowly reached his fingers up and hooked them around your shorts, tugging them down to reveal your practically soaked panties.
“And you said you turned me on bad, look at you, practically soaked and I’ve barely touched you.” Steve chuckled, but quickly yanked your panties down and buried his face into your cunt, his tongue sliding against your clit perfectly.
You gasped at the sudden pleasure, your hand shooting down to grab a fist full of his ungreased black hair, per your begging for him to keep it ungreased just for today, making his hips thrust into the bed in response.
After making you cum with just his tongue, it was finally time to ride.
Steve climbed back onto the bed, letting his back rest against the headboard.
As you climbed towards him, he slowly unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers just enough to release his throbbing cock.
You placed your legs on each side on Steve’s legs, your hole just an inch away from his cock, which made Steve even more eager, precum dripping down the head of his cock.
“You got this, jus’ like you did to that bull.” Steve whispered as you positioned yourself above his member, his hands quickly grabbing onto your hips, squeezing the flesh.
Steve’s cock was big, not too big but definitely enough to let a few tears to build up in your eyes.
Steve let out a whimper as he felt you slide down against him, his cock filling you up completely as you took him in fully.
After taking a second to adjust, you immediately started to rock your hips against Steve, which caused him to grab the skin on your hips even harder and he thrusted up to meet your movements.
You let out long moans which slowly turned into whimpers as Steve sped up, causing you to speed up your movements in return.
You reached up and grabbed the headboard which was now banging against the wall as you began bouncing against Steve’s cock, whining out his name as your orgasm approached.
Steve’s head was buried in your neck, feeling his cock twitch inside you as he felt your tight hole squeeze against him each time he entered again.
Eventually, your legs began shaking too much from the sensation that Steve had to take over, he gripped onto your hips as he bounced you up and down against his cock, feeling himself come closer and closer to his orgasm each time you moaned his name.
“Oh, Steve!” You whined out loudly, no doubt the neighbors heard you two as loud as you guys were being.
“Say it again.” Steve demanded, his voice breathy as his chest heaved up and down with each thrust and bounce of your hips, sweat beading against his forehead and chest.
“Steve!” You moaned out, this time it was in a more high pitched and needy tone as you chased your orgasm.
“Fuck— I’m gonna—“ Steve said, before he came inside you, not being able to pull out in time.
Feeling his cock twitch inside you as his warm cum entered your pussy was all it took for you to come right after.
Sitting against his cock as the two of you came down from your high, feeling Steve’s cock get soft inside you as the two of you just sat there, in your silence as you guys tried to catch your breath.
“Fuck— I’m sorry babe, ain’t mean to—“ Steve said, apologizing for cumming inside you before asking first, but you cut him off.
“ ‘S okay.” You said, inbetween breathes, yeah there was a chance you could get pregnant but the chance was worth it because of how much pleasure you were just in.
“So uh, can we do this more often?” Steve asked, half joking half serious as he grinned at you, his chest heaving, his hands rubbing the skin against your hips, now being alot more gentle than he was before.
ᯓ thank you to everyone who participated. I'll see you all on the other blog ♡ @soon-to-be-burekforsatoru
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somehow there are more than 500 of you that wanna hear what i have to say?
wild... but also thank you!
every single one of you is a reason why i still have the courage to post the things i write and why i do what i love. so to celebrate, i've prepared a little party!
send me an ASK with a request and i'll do my best to do a short-form fic based on what you send me. these will be ranging from 100 words to who knows how long, all of them one-shots.
HOW IT WORKS:
ᝰ.ᐟSTEP 1: pick a fandom!
i currently write for:
ᯓ★ stardew valley
ᯓ★ tokyo revengers
ᯓ★ jujutsu kaisen
ᯓ★ blue lock
ᯓ★ love and deepspace
ᯓ★ don't eat the cashier
ᝰ.ᐟSTEP 2: pick one or two characters!
completely up to you, but i'm a little shit at writing more than that in one scene. you can send me any character i could know of, and even some original characters if i've written them before or feel confident writing for! you can even send me the reader as one of the characters.
ᝰ.ᐟSTEP 3: pick a prompt!
if you have something of your own, feel free to submit that! any idea, dialogue prompt, abstract or not, SFW or NSFW, whatever you're thinking works (or if it doesn't i'll cry and try to make it work). if you don't know what to choose, i've prepared this nifty WHEEL you can spin to let it pick for you! (WARNING: there are both SFW and NSFW prompts on the wheel) feel free to spin it however many times you'd like, or maybe even get inspired by it and come up with something else!
ᝰ.ᐟSTEP 4: send!
once you've got your ingredients, feel free to send me an ask (you can also send anon asks, i don't mind) with all the information i need and i'll get to it as soon as i can! i will be posting them all as replies to the asks and under the tag #quinn's 500 festivity.
(for example, you can send: zayne and caleb from love and deepspace, beach)
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i know this might sound super depressing, but could you do a pedri x reader where she is visiting her dogs graveyard, and pedri goes with her and it’s just a lot of comfort? if you could add her pouring her heart out and she can’t stop crying i would really appreciate it ❤️🩹
✮ Shoulder to Cry On - Pedri González
pedri gonzalez x fem!reader
sy: what the request says
a/n: wrote this at the devils hour. but i hope ur okay, grief is a painful thing & please make sure your safe 🩵
warnings: grief, pet loss.
grief lives within us. it never truly goes away, nor, despite popular opinion, does it ease. it lingers within your soul, your heart, your mind.
your voice is already dying inside your throat. knees bent, tucked heavily into the grass as you stare ahead at the stone.
“i thought i should bring her an extra one,” pedri kneels besides you, a rose in his hand as he places it down. “she deserves it.”
you’re still twirling the rose stalk in your palm, eyes frozen at the words engraved into the headstone. pedri is rubbing tender shapes into your back, holding you close against the winds chill.
“i really wish she were still here,” you sniffle, chewing at the inside of your cheek. “she would of loved you, pedri.”
“i would of loved her more,” he cracks a smile against your temple to leave a kiss there. “im such she was a sweetheart.”
“she really was,” your eyes begin to swell. “the biggest i’ve ever known. i just—,” you wipe your already damp lashes. “—i miss her so much.”
your heart plummets into your stomach. or atleast, that’s what it feels like. your mouth runs dry, your throat stinging at the well of tears you were holding aback.
“hey.. hey,” your boyfriend assures, swiftly embracing you flush against his chest, noticing the brink of tears you were balancing on. “i’ve got you, mi vida. let it all out if you need to.”
your muscles finally allow your eyes to unclench, allowing water to pour from them. “life is so cruel,” you sob into his neck, biting onto your tongue until it bleeds. “why can’t she of just stayed a little longer? why couldn’t they save her like they did other pets?”
“i know baby,” he shushes, carefully rocking you forwards and back. “i know.”
your sobs only grow octaves louder, and to you, it sounds like screaming in a cave where all the walls seem to echo the sound.
your chest rapidly rises and falls, your voice coming out in pants. “all i wanted was a few more minutes. was that too much to ask for?”
pedri permits his lips to brush featherlight over your skin, hinting at more kisses as he follows your hairline. his fingertips knead at the indents of your spine, easing some of the tension curling inside every tendon and bone.
most noticeably, you can feel every ounce of his attention focusing on you.
how your heartbeat slows when he cradles your head, how your breathing diffuses to match his own, everytime he whispers how proud he is of you in your ear.
“if i could take all the pain away and give it to myself, i really would,” he hums, his tone laced with a certain sincerity. “i hate seeing you break like this.”
once you pull away, his eyes are full of quiet empathy; the warmth from his hands still lingers embedded into your blood, despite the bitterly frost air surrounding you. “you’re so strong, even when you don’t think you are. and i’m so proud of you amoré.”
you sniffle, exhaling deeply through your mouth, sobs diffusing into incoherent gasps. “what, when i’m sobbing over this?”
pedri shakes his head. “grief is never easy. nor is it a weakness. it just proves how much you love.”
he finds the curve of your jaw, reeling you back into his body before he lovingly moulds his lips against yours.
“i’m always here for you, preciosa,” pedri breaths, still hovering above your lips. he glances down for a second, and pulls the rose you brought, back into view.
his brows lift as his hand extends. before can retreat his hand from the flower, your hands clasp around them—silently asking him to lower it with you.
together, you lean forward, laying it gracefully atop the earth, next to a few other withering ones you’d planted last week.
shakily, you imbue a makeshift peck to the cool stone, your fingers trembling against its surface. pedri wraps an arm around your waist, freeing your cheek of a new tear, that fell.
“i just know she’s here, in every breath we take.”
A/N: First time writing Vianca!!Hoping I did her justice<3
(Intro . Rules . Masterlist)
The cool autumn night breeze made everything feel small around her, Renee thought. Everything about the small town felt so much bigger when she was younger. The people, the houses, the problems - but the autumn never failed to bring that familiar comfort. There was something special about it.
“You’re zoning out again.” The comfort of a familiar voice called out, a little smug to have caught her. “Still on Earth with the rest of us?”
Renee huffed out a laugh, hand instinctively going to cover her mouth. “I’m still in this planet’s atmosphere, Via.”
“Good.” Vianca states. She reaches up, gently tugging away the hand that hides Renee’s smile and instead lacing it within her own, “I’d have missed you if you were in space."
“I’d take you to space with me if I ever went.” Renee protested, “We could count the stars together. It’d be fun.”
“Just say the word, and I’ll start packing.” Vianca retorted, cracking a grin.
Constellations were a very human approach to the stars. Making stories out of bright lights people couldn't yet understand- it was the very foundation of how humans worked.
And somehow, it felt like fate. So many stars, and yet somehow, someway, these exact stars aligned in the exact manner they did, to make the exact patterns they do. The stars certainly were bright tonight, Renee mused to herself. She enjoyed sitting on the grass and tracing constellations out.
Renee couldn’t remember when the quiet had become so comfortable with Vianca. She let her eyes flutter shut and let the breeze sink into her skin. It made her feel small - in the best sense of the word. Like the world had so much to offer even after so long.
“You wanna tell me what you were thinking about?” Vianca asked, bumping her shoulder with Renee’s.
“High school.”
Vianca laughed, making a show of cringing, “Yikes. Embarrassing teenage years.”
“I was pretty sure you hated me, actually.” Renee sighs dramatically, “I mean, I received such a frigid response every time I tried to be friends with you. How you wounded me.”
“Wha- come on!” Vianca protested, “It was high school, you know how I was. It was never anything against you.”
Renee snickered, squeezing the hand that laid in Vianca’s. “Yeah, I know. I’m glad you came around on me."
Vianca considered the statement. She leaned, pressing a soft kiss to Renee’s cheek. She took the moment to lay her head on Renee’s shoulder, squeezing her hand back. The comfort of Vianca’s trust alone was enough to soothe.
“Yeah.” Vianca finally responded, “I’m glad I did too.”
Can you spare this man some long (multi-chaptered or not) superbat fics? With or without Clark adopting the kids, no-powers AU, or anything at all, please. 🤲
Aww definitely!!!! I would love to!! ❤️❤️
So, despite knowing about your blog and interests for a short time,I do know you like feminization, and maybe domestic fluff too? So for that go check out @Thicc_Personality fics! They are awesome
And also @butterflywordsmith , again amazing feminization and sweetness
This is a new work,I just read it and it's adorable it's 'here,kitty kitty' by @tifftiff
And also @lostmonsterposts have some amazing fics
These are some of them right on top of my head but if you want more that are centred around smut,then here you go
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This is a collection with top Clark/bottom Bruce works,all these are pretty smut centred,so if you want more fluffy fics lmk💕💕
