like this is the week I should rant about s14. And especially “The Brick Gulch
Chronicles”, considering the new writer.
I enjoyed “The Brick
Gulch Chronicles”. Not my fav episode from that season but I did not dislike it
either. It was enjoyable.
But what my
orange, lazy heart truly loved was this line:
listen to me! I have been dragged along I don’t know how many adventures and no
one has ever asked what Grif wants!”
I know this
is Brick Grif speaking but it makes me think of Grif the Draftee. Of Grif who
was forced to take care of his sister in a young age. Of Grif who never wanted
to be a soldier in the first place but ended up fighting again and again. Of
Grif whose life was messed up from the beginning.
I like this
Grif who finally snapped. I like that he is speaking up for himself, making the
others aware that he is there and that he deserves his treats. Let Grif have
his pizza and his naps. Let him have his breaks. Allow him to achieve what he
forget that Grif never wanted to be in the army in the first place – but he is
Summary: Dealing with the aftermath of heartbreak and not talking to Peter for 2 weeks causes the reader to not want to go to homecoming, but MJ forces her to go and the events that happen there may turn the worst 2 weeks to the best 2 weeks of her life.
Warnings: Minor swearing, angst, make out
Word count: 2,589… I got a little carried away whoops
It’s been two weeks since the incident on the rooftop. I haven’t talked to Peter since then. At this point, I could barely look at him without bursting into tears. The truth is beside Peter I didn’t have any friends besides Michelle. I didn’t exactly tell her what happened, but I’m pretty sure she figured out it had to do with Peter. Ignoring Peter wasn’t incredibly hard since we lived in the same apartment. Just because I didn’t want to talk didn’t mean he didn’t. For the first week, he followed me around trying to talk to me. Of course, I had headphones and turned them up as loud as my ears could handle so I couldn’t hear his voice. At least he took the hint and stopped trying to start a conversation. Now he just stares at me. All of the time. I swear he keeps playing this game. Doesn’t he get he already won? The more he looks at me the more my heart breaks. At this point I’m numb. Why the hell did I fall in love with him? I’m such a fool.
“Are you going to tell me what happened between you and Peter or are you just going to sit staring out the window looking like you’re about to cry everyday” I heard Michelle say nonchalantly.
“It’s a long story MJ” I replied
“Good thing this homework we are working on isn’t due tomorrow,” She said putting the books aside.
“I don’t really want t-”
“You can’t keep this to yourself any more Y/N I’m seriously getting worried, I’m not a doctor, but I know hiding something that made you this upset for too long isn’t smart,” she said interrupting me
“He broke my heart” I whispered, tears beginning to fill my eyes as my mind replayed the events of the worst night of my life.
“He doesn’t deserve you Y/N, if he doesn’t see how amazing you are he’s blind, and a fucking idiot to be honest, Do you want me to beat him up for you because I’m totally willing to do that because I hate assholes”
“Oh my god, thank you MJ” I laughed, I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve laughed in the past 2 weeks. MJ may be very shy and unsocial, but once you get to know her she’s amazing. To be completely honest her attitude, in general, is enough to cheer me up. She’s so different and honestly an inspiration. I’m so grateful for her because without her I know this whole Peter thing would be much worse.
“I’ll beat him up in front of the whole school during homecoming” MJ giggled clenching her fists and holding them up like she was going to fight someone.
“You know I’m now going to homecoming, right”?
“Excuse me yes you are, you will not let Peter Parker ruin some of the best moments you’ll ever have in high school. You shouldn’t let him have that power over you, and even if he does don’t let him see that”
“But I can’t bear to see him dancing wi-”
“So don’t look at them, find your own boy to dance with, there will be tons of handsome lonely boys looking for a beautiful girl like you to dance with, you are a strong independent girl and you don’t need Peter Parker to make your life complete, and come on if I agreed to go to homecoming that says a lot since I’m probably the most unsocial person on the planet and I need a friend to come with me so I’m not alone, please come Y/N I’m practically on my knees begging you” MJ blurted. She was right, I can’t let Peter control my life.
“Fine I guess I’ll go but for you,” I said
“Yay! I’m so excited” she exclaimed giving me a hug, good thing I had bought a dress. I would have to wear my one from last years homecoming and to be honest, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t fit.
For the rest of the night, we ate ice cream and watched funny chick flicks and I forgot all about Peter until she had to leave. As much as I don’t want Peter to control my life, but I can’t bear to see Peter dancing with Liz. I think my heart would shatter into a million pieces. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and I looked at myself, I honestly looked like a mess. I had bags under my eyes, my eyes were puffy from crying so much. Why was I letting Peter Parker ruin my life? I should never let a boy ruin my life. I have so much more than Peter Parker. If this game was to break my heart. I shouldn’t let him win. I have to stop moping 24/7 and actually live. Even if I don’t have a date to homecoming it doesn’t mean I won’t find a lonely boy to dance with. After all, it’s completely possible to fall in love more than once. I’m not going to let Peter win. Somehow I managed to find some confidence. It’s time to be my old self again I thought walking from the bathroom. I walked into my room and jumped into my bed and swiftly pulled the covers over me. Tomorrow is a new day, a new me. No more crying over Peter Parker I thought as I drifted into a nice well-needed slumber.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, scaring the shit out of me like it always does. I groaned turning off my alarm clock and getting up to walk to my closet to find clothes. Lately, i’ve been wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt to school every day, but that was going to change. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a nice shirt and skipped to the bathroom.
“Why are you so cheerful today honey” I heard my mom say as I skipped past the kitchen to get to the bathroom.
“Homecoming is today, and you know how much I love to dance mom” I practically sung as I closed the bathroom door. Today I needed to show confidence. I needed Peter to know I wasn’t going to mope over him forever. I caught him staring at me countless times this week. I hope showing him I’m getting over him will make him jealous. Wait. no that’s not the point of this I mentally yelled at myself as I grabbed eyeliner and mascara. After I finished putting on makeup, I slipped on my clothes and grabbed my pair of black converse.
“You look cute today Y/N” my mom pointed out.
“Thanks, mom” I answering grabbing my backpack and giving my mom a kiss on the cheek.
“Your father and I aren’t going to be home for a couple of days, we have to go on a business trip, but make sure to send us pictures, I’m sorry we won’t be here,” she said, she obviously felt bad, but they did this all of the time.
“It’s fine” I lied as I walked out the door. A sigh left my mouth. I don’t know why they are always traveling I wish they could actually be home for one special event of mine. No wonder I’m closer to May than my parents, but I can’t see her without seeing Peter. Peter was usually the person who always comforted me when my parents would leave. I felt tears start to sting my eyes. No. I promised myself I would stop crying over him. I blinked away the tears and began walking to school. I walked kind of slow so when I walked in most people were at their lockers. What happened next was pretty weird. It felt like I was in a movie. Everything was going in slow motion and basically, everyone was staring at me. I mean I’m pretty sure it’s because the past two weeks I’ve acted like actual death and looked it too, but then again I didn’t think people noticed.
“Nice ass Y/L/N” I heard Flash say from behind me
“Shut it Flash” I warned, as he put both his hands up laughing. I right as I turned around I ran into someone which knocked me over making me land right on my butt.
“I’m so sor-” I cut myself off as my eyes met with the brown sparkling orbs of Peter Parker. He was holding out his hand offering to help me up. For some reason, I actually took his hand. I could feel my whole body tingling just from him grabbing my hand. He pulled me up, and I immediately let go of his hand brushing off my pants. I brushed the hair that was in my face behind my ear and stood up straight.
“I’m really sorry about that” I mumble looking down at my feet
“It’s okay” he insisted, I looked up at his face to see a bruise on his face that I hadn’t noticed.
“Oh my god Peter the bruise on your face, who did that to you”I whispered yelled
“It doesn’t matter, the bad guy just got a swing at my face” he stated
“You have to be more careful Peter” I cautioned.
“I am careful you don’t have to worry about me Y/N” he insisted
“Well I do,” I said louder than I wanted to. “I-I h-have to class” I interjected bowing my head and pushing past him to get to class trying to hide the tint of red on my cheeks. That was actually the first semi-normal interaction I had with him in 2 weeks and I barely embarrassed myself. The rest of the day went by pretty fast and MJ and I literally ran home so we could get ready. I went into the bath reapplying and putting more makeup on. I quickly stripped my clothes off and slipped into my dress. I looked into the mirror and I was actually happy with what I saw. I walked out to see Michelle in a beautiful blue dress.
“Dang M, how did you not get a date,” I said
“Well besides from the fact I don’t talk to people, I have no idea” she laughed
“Are you ready to go?” I asked
“Yep, it’s funny how both are always gone for the important things,” She said obviously upset her parents weren’t here too. I gave her a small hug and soft smile and we walked out.
We arrived at the school and walked into the gym. There were balloons everywhere the lights were dim and kids were dancing. MJ and I met up with Ned. I saw Liz walk in without Peter and I raised my eyebrow. I heard the doors open shortly after MJ and I made eye contact with his brown whiskey eyes. I felt like I was staring him for years until MJ pulled me away as Liz grabbed his hand. MJ grabbed my arm and pulled me over to a circle of basically the whole decathlon team dancing, but I still looked towards Peter who surprisingly still has his eyes on me. and I eventually I started to let go and dance to the beat. I felt good the music was upbeat and I was actually having a great time. I took a mental note that I owe MJ Starbucks for making me come to this. There were a couple songs and I dance one dance with Ned, and I even danced with Flash even though I hate him. There was only about 30 minutes left of the dance, and a boy named Isaac who I had couple classes with timidly walked up to me
“Y/N would you like to dance with me,” he asked shyly
“Of course” I replied grabbing his hand and pulling him to the center of the gym. I put my arms around his neck and he put his on my hips and we danced for 2 songs, but I could see and feel Peter’s eyes on me but he was jealous. I knew he was because I’ve known him my whole life and I definitely know when that boy is jealous. He has Liz so why he so bothered by me dancing with someone else.
“You’re distracted by something” he blurted out leaving me a little shocked.
“No, I’m just tired” I insisted
“Hey, look I’m pretty observant, but I’m pretty sure anyone could tell you like Peter Parker a lot more than a friend, and I’m 99.9% positive he feels the same way” He explained
“He is with Liz, he likes Liz, and I already told him how I felt”
“If you haven’t noticed he’s been staring at this whole dance right”
“So what that doesn’t mean anything” I signed looking at my feet.
“Like I said I’m very observant, and the way Peter looks at you is different than he looks at anyone else even Liz” he argued, and I laughed
“You should ask MJ to dance, you guys are very similar” I sighed, still looking at my feet. Soon the song Waves by Dean Lewis came on.
“I’m about to be proven right,” he said triumphantly
“Wait, what do yo-”
“You mind if I steal her for a dance” I looked to see Peter holding out his hand
“Absolutely” he replied winking at me. I mouthed “I hate you” and he put his hands up in defense walking away. Peter put his hands on my hips and I put mine on his shoulders. I couldn’t face him, I had no idea why he was dancing with me, or how Liz allowed him to do it. I was staring at his tie.
“You look really beautiful tonight Y/N” he commented quietly. Seriously is this boy trying to lead me on? What the hell does he want from me? I pushed him away.
“What kind of game are you playing Parker because I’m seriously sick of th-” I was cut off by him slamming his lips into mine, making my eyes open wider than humanly possible. My arms were at my side clenched and my whole body went tense. To be honest I could not comprehend what was happening, but eventually, my body relaxed and I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer and savoring the way his soft lips felt on mine. We pulled away for air.
“Why did you do that” I whispered.
“Just because I was going to homecoming with didn’t mean I didn’t have the same feelings for you” He revealed bowing his head down. “I asked Liz to homecoming because I thought you didn’t feel the same way, I was going to tell you after that night, but you never really gave me the chance”. I was speechless, honestly, I didn’t know how to react to this, so I just hugged him engulfing his.
“I love you, Peter Parker”
“I love you too”
I guess this wicked game came out with both of us winning.
I hope you guys liked it! Feedback is seriously appreciated
Archie Andrews x reader fluffy first time smut based on 9. “I am not losing you again.” and 24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.” 💗💗
24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this”
Warnings: NSFW, first time fluff smut.
Word count: 3,102 words sorry I got carried away
Authors note: Tysm for the request, I couldn’t really think of a way to write a plot for this so it pretty much jumps right in, I also couldn’t fit the first quote into the scenes, sorry! I hope you enjoy this sorry if it isn’t the best with the smut it isn’t something that I have every wrote before and I don’t have much experience so if there is anything happening that is incorrect please tell me so I can avoid it in further imagines! If you enjoy this and would like to be tagged in future posts then please just ask below or message me! :) Also please send more requests! Ef x
You couldn’t wait any longer, you needed it, you knew that he needed it so you decided to take matters into his own hands as he didn’t want to scare you into thinking that it was all he cared about in your relationship.
Archie had been patient. He hadn’t pressured you or tried to guilt you into having sex with him. If you were completely naive, you’d assume he had no problem with not having sex (though his showers had gotten longer lately and you weren’t stupid). Overall, he was very understanding that you were still a virgin and you weren’t ready.
But now you were ready.
“Are you sure?” Archie asked you for the billionth time as he hovered over you.
You rolled your eyes. It was cute the first few times, knowing that he wanted to make sure that you were ready and weren’t feeling pressured. But now you were just getting kind of sick of it. “Archie?” you whispered. He raised his eyebrows and you took that as your chance to flip the two of you over, you straddling his hips. “You’re the only person I trust enough to do this, I’m ready.”
He chuckled as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, sliding your hands down his bare torso. You pulled away from his mouth and focused on unbuttoning his jeans. But you were nervous and your fingers were shaky and you were struggling. “Baby,” he cooed, his hands finding your cheeks and making you look at him. “It’s just me, okay? I’m the same idiot you’ve been dating for eight months now, there’s no need to be nervous.”
You took a deep breath, nodding. He gave you a gentle smile before dropping his hands and letting you get back to work. Finally, you were able to unbutton his jeans and pull them down when he lifted his hips. You threw them to the side and then pulled your own shirt over your head, fighting the urge to cover yourself. It wasn’t like he’d never seen you in your bra before but this was different.
Before you could do anything else, Archie had flipped the two of you again. He settled between your legs, one arm holding him up and the other hand resting beneath your jawline. “You’re beautiful,” he told you, staring into your eyes. You blushed, biting your lip as his hand traveled down. Slowly; along your neck, between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach.
It gave you goosebumps but you couldn’t ignore the shakiness of his hands. You forced out a laugh. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you were nervous too,” you said.
He rested his hand on your hip, his thumb running along the bone. “I’m not,” he defended but he couldn’t meet your eyes. “It’s just- it’s your first time. And you’ve decided you want it to be with me and I-” He sighed, his forehead falling to your shoulder as he exhaled deeply. “What if I hurt you? What if I make this horrible for you and I just ruin everything?”
You ran your finger through his hair, tugging lightly so he’d lift his head. “You’re not going to ruin anything, okay?” you assured. “I trust you and I know you’re not going to hurt me.”
He stared at you for a few seconds before chuckling nervously. “This is backwards, isn’t it? You shouldn’t be consoling me,” he commented.
“Archie? Just shut up and kiss me.”
He obliged, pressing his lips to yours with force. His fingers worked your shorts, unbuttoning them and then struggling with the zipper. You heard a popping noise, causing him to pull away. “Oops,” he said bashfully, his cheeks turning pink as he held your broken zipper between his fingers.
You giggled, telling him it’s okay and urging him to pull your shorts off, along with your underwear. “Tell me if something hurts or even if you just don’t like it, okay? I want this to be good for you,” he told you seriously, gazing into your eyes as his fingers lightly brushed your folds.
You nodded and he lowered his head to your neck, pressing kisses along your skin as his middle finger met your clit, slowly beginning to draw circles. “Oh,” you sighed, your lower region tingling.
He raised his head, looking at you with boyish pride as he bit his lip. “Is that okay?” he asked, adding a bit more pressure.
“It’s way more than okay,” you admitted.
He grinned. “Good,” he said. He continued for a few more seconds before lowering his fingers to your entrance, dipping his finger in and you swore you heard a noise from the bad of his throat. “I’m gonna add a finger now, okay?”
You nodded, bracing yourself for the pain but once he did it, you didn’t feel any pain. It was a foreign feeling - and didn’t feel nearly as good as what he was doing before - but it didn’t hurt. “That doesn’t real- oh!” you cut yourself off with a moan, feeling his finger hit a spot that caused a bolt of pleasure to shoot through you.
The amount of pride on Archie’s face was unbelievable. “Right there?” he asked, hitting that spot again and causing you to clench your legs on his waist. “Relax, Y/N,” he instructed but there was a bit of amusement in his voice. “I’m gonna add another finger. Let me know if it hurts.”
He pulled out and you missed the feeling, before he pushed back into you with both fingers, immediately hitting that spot again and making you grip the bed sheets as you moaned. “Holy shit,” you mumbled, your eyes falling shut.
“I want you to come before we actually do this, hopefully it’ll make it easier for you,” he said, his fingers slowing down. “And to make that happen, I’m gonna try something, alright?”
You nodded, curious. But when he began lowering himself down your body, you panicked. “Um, wait!” you said, grabbing his hair to stop him. You must’ve pulled a little too hard because you heard him yelp. You let go, your cheeks heating up. “Sorry,” you apologized.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I- um, I’ve never had, uh, that done to me and just- you don’t really have to do that, you know?”
Archie bit the inside of his cheek, trying to fight the smile. You were just so damn innocent. “I don’t have to, I want to. Like I said, I want to make you feel as good as possible,” he explained. “But if you don’t want me to, I won’t.”
“I’m just really nervous,” you said, letting out a big breath.
“I know,” he said, squeezing your hip reassuringly. “I’m a lot more nervous than I thought I’d be, too. But I’d really like to take care of you.”
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again. “Okay,” you said.
He grinned, pressing a kiss next to your belly button before he continued to his destination. He slowly pushed two fingers back into you, staring up at you to gauge your reaction. He curled his fingers and heard a little gasp come from your lips, making him grin. Not taking his eyes off of you, he lowered his mouth to your clit, gently sucking.
“Archie!” you gasped, your hands finding his hair as you clenched your thighs. Pleased by your reaction, he sucked a little rougher, his tongue playing with your clit. His free hand gripped your thigh, holding it to the bed as he quickened his fingers. “Archie, I think I’m-” you cut yourself off with a moan.
He knew you were close. “Shh, I know,” he cooed. Curling his fingers one last time, he felt you tighten around his fingers before you cried out, your body convulsing around his fingers. He kept with the pace but watched you in amazement. Seeing you come was the most beautiful thing he’d even seen, hands down. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” he asked once you’d come down, wiping his fingers on his boxers instead of with his mouth like he wanted to. He didn’t want to freak you out.
“That was great, thank you,” you told him, your eyes falling shut.
He giggled, kissing your forehead as he watched you relax in pure bliss. “We can stop here, you know,” he reminded you.
“I don’t think that’s what you really want,” you pointed out, glancing at his boner, dying to get out of his boxers.
His cheeks turned pink. “I want whatever you want,” he answered.
“Smooth, Arch,” you commented. You fingered the hem of his boxers, slipping your hand inside and grabbing his cock, pumping slowly the way you read about. “I want this.”
He exhaled through his nose, burying his face in your neck. He loved how soft your hand was and how firm you held him - it felt amazing but he could sense that you were still nervous, unsure about what you were doing. “That feels really good,” he whispered, leaving a slow kiss on your neck.
“You’re not just lying to me so I’ll feel better, are you?” you asked nervously, a small bit of happiness forming in your stomach.
He let out a breathy laugh. “Baby, you’re gripping the proof,” he said. “Really good is actually an understatement.”
“Oh,” you replied, swearing that your face was going to turn permanently red.
He let it continue for a little bit longer before he let out a whimper, his hand finding yours over his boxers and stopping you. “You have to stop that,” he instructed.
“Why?” you asked, eyes wide in fear that you did something wrong. He raised an eyebrow and it took you a few moments to realize the reason. “Oh.”
“Yeah,”He replied with a small chuckle. Now that he was ready to burst any second, they only had two ways to go with this. No more stalling. Archie felt his heart bang in his chest, butterflies filling his stomach. “It’s your call now.”
You stared into his Hazel eyes, darker than usual. His ginger hair was matted against his forehead, his lips pink and plump against his flushed, olive skin. He had nothing but love and adoration playing in his features and you knew. You knew you loved this boy and made no mistake deciding that you want him to be your first. “I want these off,” you said, pulling your hand out of his boxers and tugging at the fabric. You kept your voice strong because, even though you were nervous, you knew he’d treat you right.
He swallowed, nodding and let you push them down his legs as far as you could, until he just kicked them off. He reached underneath his bed, grabbing the box he kept there and pulling out a condom. He opened it with his teeth, putting it on slowly. He licked his lips, using one hand to make sure you were still wet enough. Dipping his fingers into you, he found that you were. “God, you’re still so fucking wet,” he mumbled without thought. He heard you let out a little giggle and his eyes widened, realizing he’d said it out loud. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” he apologized. He’d been doing his best to refrain himself so he didn’t freak you out and he’d been doing a great job until them.
“It’s okay,” you assured, finding yourself even more turned on by his vocalization.
“Are you ready?” he asked. He knew you physically were but that meant nothing if you weren’t mentally there. You nodded but that wasn’t enough. “I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you say that you’re ready and you want this.”
“I want this more than anything, Archie” you told him, not even blinking an eye as you met his gaze.
He searched for any sign of doubt or anything that could be a danger sign. Half of him was hoping you’d back out; it was less pressure. He could continue taking half hour showers so he could jack off to thought of you and he’d have to worry about nothing. All he could think about was doing this and losing control and hurting you or doing something that made you regret it and break up with him and he couldn’t stand the thought of that.
But he found nothing but honesty. Honesty and love and that made even more butterflies fill his stomach. “Okay,” he whispered. “Okay. I’m gonna go slow but don’t let me hurt you. If you don’t-”
“I know, Arch. If I don’t like it, tell you and you’ll stop,” you recited. “You’re almost as nervous as I am.”
He scoffed, resisting the urge to tell you that he was pretty sure he was more nervous. He laced his fingers with yours holding your intertwined hands on the bed by your head while he free hand guided himself to you. He breathed in before pushing in slowly, feeling himself get even harder at the sight of him disappearing inside of you.
He moved his eyes to meet yours, waiting for any sign of pain but he only saw a thoughtful look as he was halfway inside of you. “Does it hurt?” he asked.
You pursed your lips and he fought the urge to kiss them. “No, it just feels… weird. Like I’ve never had a penis inside me before,” you blurted out without thinking.
Archie couldn’t hold in his laughter. He laughed loudly and comfortably, resting his forehead on yours once he calmed down. He brushed his thumb along your darkened cheeks. “You’re so fucking cute,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to yours. “I’m gonna go the rest of the way now, okay?”
Your eyes widened. “You’re not all the way in yet?” you asked, swearing that you felt full enough as it was.
The boy beamed, his ego growing by the second. “Remember, let me know if it hurts,” he reminded before slowly pushing in the rest of the way. You gasped, your hand squeezing his. He paused. “Does it hurt?”
“Not really,” you admitted. “A little but it just… like I said, it’s a new feeling.”
Now that he was all the way in, he decided to give her a few moments to adjust. “I’m really glad you let me be your first,” Archie admitted, trying to distract you from whatever non positive feeling you felt. “It scared me at first but I’m glad I’m the one that gets to take care of you for this.”
You smiled, closing the few inches between the two of you and kissing him, slowly moving your lips together. It was slow and deep and passionate and full of love. You pulled away first. “You can move now,” you whispered.
He nodded, slowly pulling out a suppressing a groan. He’d missed how good it felt when he pushed inside, too distracted by your well being to feel it, but he definitely felt it - felt you - when he pulled out. You were so tight and warm and he knew he needed to be careful before he lost himself.
He went slow, rocking in and out of you. It began to feel better but you weren’t expecting to come, knowing it wasn’t likely that you’d come your first time.
He sped up a bit and was biting his lip, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He angled his hips a little differently, hitting a spot that made you gasp loudly and he froze. “What happened? What’d I do?” he asked, breathing heavily.
“Nothing, that just felt really good,” you told him, surprised.
A slow grin formed on his lips. “Where was it?” he asked, beginning to move his hips again.
It took a few seconds but he finally hit the spot again. “Right there?”
“Yeah,” you gasped out.
He nodded, a whole new level of determination in him. He held off his orgasm, focusing on trying to get you to come. He knew the chances were slim but he was gonna try until he couldn’t hold off anymore.
Your legs wrapped around his waist
And your hand had left his, instead gripping the sheets. You felt the knot forming in your stomach again, your breath shallowing. Achie felt you quivering around him. “Are you close?” he asked gruffly.
You nodded. “Yeah, I think so,” you said.
“Me too,” he responded, burying his face in your neck and leaving sloppy kisses. “Just let go.”
You nodded and it took a few more thrusts before your hands flew to his hair, your nail scraping his scalp as you cried out, seeing stars. It wasn’t as powerful as your first one but it felt just as good.
As you came down, you felt Archie’s thrusts get sloppier. You tried moving your hips to meet his thrusts but you weren’t even sure what you were doing, so you gave up. You grabbed his face, trying to kiss him but he stilled inside of you, his forehead falling to yours. His eyelids lowered and his jaw slacked, a deep groan leaving his throat as he filled the condom.
He almost fell on top of you, but thought otherwise the last second and fell beside you. He took off the condom, tossing it away before getting up and heading to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and laid down beside you again, cleaning you up the best he could. He fought his smile when you twitched a little, still sensitive from your orgasm.
“So you don’t regret it?” He questioned, bringing the blanket over the two of you. He pulled you to him, you resting your head on his chest.
“Not at all,” you answered honestly. “Though, I might later when I wake up sore,” you joked.
He chuckled. “What do you wanna do now?” he murmured, running his fingers through your hair.
“A nap sounds amazing,” you admitted with a tired giggle.
“I love you Archie” You made sure the boy was aware of just how strong your feelings were for him.
“I love you too, Y/N” he replied. It wasn’t long before he heard your soft snores and he was able to be as giddy as he wants, glad that you finally trusted him enough to be with him.
Hopefully this was good enough for you guys, please please please leave more requests because I really enjoy writing, I will do all characters from Riverdale and all characters from Teen Wolf c:
(11 and 3 from the Super Sappy Prompts list: “I thought you didn’t want me” and “It’s always been you.”)
It’s not water, it’s ice. It’s a thousand needles of ice pricking at Dex’s skin. Soon they’ll pierce him, puncture his bursting lungs and turn him breathless, lifeless. Still, he swims on.
The current is fighting him. His own lungs are fighting him. His eyes fight, too, stinging, but he keeps them open, gleaning what light he can in the dark water. Later, he will think back and see only seconds of being alone in that darkness. Now, it’s minutes. An endless slow trudge of time as he turns and searches.
He remembers pulling off his flannel, stripping out of his jeans in the freezing night. He remembers kicking off his shoes. And then the plunge, the fevered dive into the water, the rush of his blood keeping him warm. And then, crashing down and through into this frozen limbo, one thought in mind. Where’s Nurse?
Imagine trying to come on to Dally after getting drunk…
Every single part of you that was sober was screaming at you to turn around and walk back down those two flights of stars and leave… but you were drunk and every fiber of your being was yearning to be touched by him.
You weren’t this kind of girl, no, you were sensible, smart and better than the girl that was drunkenly stumbling into Dallas Winston’s room 1:00 in the morning after a beer blast at Buck’s.
“Whooooopsy…” You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips as you fell to the floor in a heap. You were positive that you were going to wake up with a bruise of two.
“What the heck” Dally grunted angrily, when his eyes cast down to you on the ground he immediately got down beside you. “Y/N, what’re you doing here? Is that alcohol I smell?”
“Hi Dally!” You tried to sound as provocative as you possibly could. You wound your arms around his neck tightly so you could bring your body flush against his. “You’re so pretty.”
“Come on, let’s get you up.” He huffed. wrapping his arms around you and picking you up off the floor as though you weighed nothing.
Dallas Winston was your best friend, and even though he had never said it, you were sure that you were his… but lately something had changed. You barely spoke to one another, in fact, it seemed as though Dally went out of his way to avoid you. He stopped spending his time talking to you and spent his time in the company of other women, women who would throw themselves at him.
“I’ve missed you, Dal” You said softly as he lowered you down onto his bed.
“How can you miss me when I’ve been here the whole time, huh?” You heard him mutter as he leaned over you so he could take off your high heels.
“You’ve been ignoring me, Dally… Did I do something wrong? I can fix it.” You smiled at him warmly as you straddled his waist.
“W-wha… what are you d-doing?” He stuttered as he placed his hands on your hips.
“Shh” You hushed, your hands drifted to either side of his face. “Let me fix it, okay?”
You didn’t give him time to protest, instead, you smashed your lips to his roughly.
He was beginning to lose control, this was all he ever wanted, for so long he wanted this, but Dallas Winston knew that you were way too good for him… this girl straddling his lap, well, he had no clue who she was, but this doppelganger was luring him in and making him lose all notions of self control.
“Mmmm, Dal” You groaned, turning your neck to the side as his lips hit your neck. He sucked and lapped at the skin that beginning to bruise. You grounded your hips against his, rubbing against his awakened member. You could feel it rubbing against you underneath a thing layer of fabric.
You reached underneath the elastic of his underwear to grab him, to please him, to show him that you wanted him to make love to you, but then he was gone, and somehow you had fallen to the ground for the second time tonight.
“Dal?” You muttered, looking around the almost pitch black room with bruised lips and a feeling of being unwanted bubbling underneath your skin. He was halfway across the room, his chest heaving up and down as he clung on to his door for dear life.
He didn’t say anything for a moment, he just stared down at you with shaky hands. He wanted this, he had dreamed about this… and it was taking all he had not to pick you up in his arms and make love to you for all he was worth.
But it wouldn’t have been right. And he refused to be that type of guy when it came to you.
“You don’t want me?” You whispered, your heart sank and your lips wobbled pathetically. You didn’t want to look him in the eyes. “I- I should go.”
You felt around on the floor for your heels, but instead you found Dally’s hands slipping into yours.
“No, you’re in no condition to go anywhere. You’re staying here.” He had a no nonsense voice about him as he tried to maneuver you onto the bed.
“No…” You whined, tears were welling up in your eyes and you were trying your hardest not to let them fall. “I’m going… you don’t want me. No one ever wants me, just let me go, Dallas. Who’ll care anyway if I get hurt or if I-”
“i will care.” He grabbed your cheeks in his hands roughly. “You hear me? I care and I will always care. I’m sorry I’ve ignored you, that I probably caused you to think that you needed to do this to get my attention… but I want you, I always will. Now stop being a fucking idiot and let me help you.”
You stopped fighting him, you were in a drunken daze as he unzipped your dress… you were barely awake as he slipped an old flannel shirt over you and buttoned it up… and you definitely weren’t awake when he told you he loved you.
• prompt: reader gets jealous of tina and newts (friendship) and goes off and gets drunk • word count: y do i even write this i never look it up • warnings: drinking/alcohol & jealousy (sorry for the lack of gif, tumblr is being heckin annoying atm)
• Drown Your Sorrows•
Y/N walks into the living room (of her shared apartment with the Goldstein sisters) balancing an impressing pile of various volumes on magical creatures she had spent hours showering through the archives- for Newt. “Newt I-” Her face falls as she spots Newt and Porpentia curled up in front of the fireplace, going through his field journals. “Newt?” She asks softly, her voice cracking slightly as the two don’t take any notice of her presence, Newt speaking animatedly about his favorite creatures. She ducks her head, leaving the towering pile of books on the smooth oak coffee table behind the two, holding her arms and turning to walk quickly out of the room. Newt laughs, an occurrence that doesn’t usually happen, and Y/N freezes, holding her elbows, her back turned to the two, staring at the floor as a pang of burning emptiness shoots through her chest. She quietly exits the room, sliding the door shut silently behind her, and just about walks into Queenie, who is preparing dinner in the kitchen. The blonde takes one look at Y/N and her face softens, “Sweetie-” “Please don’t read my mind-” Y/N mutters, staring at the floor, “Please!” She glares up at her friend and walks briskly to her room.