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I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. Please lemme have one chance bb I’ll treat you right 😩😩🙏🏻

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oh season 3 bell...

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okay but why is there like no shane walsh fics on here like jon bernthal is so fucking fine. just look at him😩

don’t attack me but he is my all time favourite twd character… an inch before negan🤭

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does anybody remember a patrick hockstetter x reader series where the reader was living with him and working at a school or something? I remember I commented on it but I can’t find it in my likes anymore idk if they deleted it but it was so good pls

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need some more chad meeks-martin x reader fics PRONTO!!!!

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hate to be that one person… but there’s not enough nate jacobs smut..

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Matchless

pairing: xavier thorpe x f!reader

quick a/n: this is the first thing i’ve written in a while, so keep that in mind. im open for feedback and requests! any kind of interaction is appreciated! also the lowercase is intentional.

summary: reader is jealous of xavier thorpe’s newfound interest in nevermore’s new edition, wednesday adams.

GIF by: sleepingpillsworld

word count: 700+ words

warnings: language, very suggestive but not nsfw

masterlist: coming soon

wednesday addams. she was interesting for more than just one thing. perhaps that’s why you’d grown so envious of her relations to xavier thorpe. y/n only heard as much as he told her, which ,surprisingly, wasn’t much. regardless, the big painting of her was the only reminder of being the second option you needed. the way he talked about her made you more unreasonably hostile than usual.

you thought about bringing up his unjustified — and just plain thirsty — infatuation. you didn’t know whether to feel pity for him or yourself when he spoke of their vague relationship. it was almost as sad as you waiting in your dorm room every night for a single message.

xavier: tonight?

almost. there wasn’t a question of what he meant or whether or not you were going. he wanted something and ,needless to say, you didn’t have a problem giving him what he wanted.

“when are we gonna get to why your really here?” he twirled the end of a paintbrush in his fingers, growing impatient from staring at you.

you rolled your eyes from being interrupted while clearly being in deep thought. y/n knew deep down knowing there was some validity to that question. you two were far from friends. just two single people with sex as a common interest.

“you act like we’re both not here for the same exact reason. you’re lonely and horny. maybe that’s why you’ve been chasing after something who clearly isn’t interested in you all week.” y/n half-mumbled, the usual attitude present in your tone.

y/n had been wanting to say that since wednesday came to nevermore. the consistent pining and rejection was enough alone to make you despise seeing them together. y/n had a little bit of a grudge built up against her, reasons more than apparent. to be truthful, you didn’t pay her much attention when she wasn’t with xavier.

“someone?” he noticed the way you didn’t use her name. knowing you, he was sure that was on purpose.

your eyes finally met his, trying to replicate your usual confident gaze. he stood in front of you with his palms and finger tips planted on your thighs. he towered over you with his beanstalk height. you sat stubbornly with your arms folded, awaiting his response.

“first of all, i’m horny and you’re lonely.” he corrected you, half-joking, half-serious. “you came all the way here to talk about wednesday?” he added flatly.

“no.” you replied quickly, not wanting to go back to your dorm without having your way with him first.

“so you’re jealous that I’ve been spending time with a girl other than you?” he made direct eye contact with you, lips perking up into an arrogant smile. you swore you could feel the humidity of steam coming out of your ears.

“that’s what you call following behind someone like a lost puppy? ‘spending time’ with them? ” y/n questioned his logic. you began to feel silly, fighting for a spot that was never yours in the first place.

it felt unnatural for the both of you to spend this much time talking. you didn’t jump straight into it, but it was way past five minute grace period. as soon as he sent a text giving you the green-light, you were ready to jump his bones once again. and who was he to deny his most loyal, talented hook up? upon your arrival, you especially didn’t waste time.

the last real conversation they had was a distant memory. and, well , the curtesy pillow talk didn’t really count.

“never pegged you for the relationship type of girl.” he said failing to imagine that. he couldn’t imagine another girl doing anything to him in your place either. he cursed the day that you finally came to your senses and replaced him with someone willing to show you off.

you’d grown accustomed to holding in the way you really felt. that way, your spot in his life — and his bed —was always secure. the mask never slipped and your relationship stayed the same. y/n was starting to think that wasn’t such a good thing after all.

y/n stayed quiet, assuming he was just thinking about loud.

“I know you want me to say I won’t forget about you. as long as you keep giving me something to remember, I won’t. it’s gonna be hard to top last time though.” he laughed, referencing y/n’s matchless performance lately. xavier admired how talented you’d become in the field of pleasure.

he wasn’t the romantic, relationship type either so wednesday was likely just a temporary infatuation. he barely knew her. he would realize that and you would be the somewhat main priority again.

he could tell you felt like you had to compete for a spot in his life. you didn’t , but it was cute, nonetheless. y/n became less effortless and more skilled. your eagerness showed, everything you did becoming intentional. you left a perfect image of yourself in his head every time. it was clear to him you felt like you had something you didn’t want to lose. he didn’t see fit to make y/n think otherwise.