#I'm going to fix dinner and do my hair before a bath. the plan is early to bed and early to rise so we can go on a hike

[lupismaris]

Evidence of my state of mental health can easily be determined by how many candles I bring home from target

[shinsouscatpisssmell]

Screwed up

Paring:atsumu X chubby!housewife!reader

Warnings:just angst

Summary: reader prepares something special for atsumu since his loss at a Volleyball tournament. Hurtful words are said making it all fall apart.

An// sooooo I accidentally deleted my entire tumblr soooooo I’m reuploading stories <3 and some I have to write entirely!

It took all week to make these plans but everything came out just perfect. Having tidied the house and set up a nice dinner in front of the tv for when your husband comes home.

Truthfully it has been a hard couple of days for him since he's been training nonstop since losing a championship game so you wanted to do something to get him to relax.

Putting face mask and a tray of sliced cucumbers on a little portable tray on one side of the couch alongside some of his favorite snacks and putting out his favorite movies in a row. You lay a two matching blankets on the arms of the couch as you knew he would probably want to take a nap during the movie. As if on cue, the sound of the front door's locks click open as finishing up putting  his favorite takeout on some plastic plates so you both wouldn't have to bother with dishes. Smiling at the set up as chest rises with pride mixed with excitement to see his reaction.

Nearly hopping to stand in front of him, "how was your day baby?" You ask frowning inwardly seeing his eye bags wanting to kiss them away from drooping shoulders.

"It was ok, hard as always." He says tiredly.

You hum in agreement, " well I got something to fix that, my love! I set up your favorite food, I got snacks, and face mask because I know your pores have been struggling with all the sweat and heat from running around a hot gym —, are you listening?"

" uh,yeah. That sounds great,(y/n) but I was hoping to just enjoy your cooking and take a hot bath and go to bed to start my days off." He rubs his eyes making you tap your toes with anticipation so he could see the set up you made.

"Well actually I got takeout! It's your fa-" you were cut off by the sound of him clicking his tongue against his teeth.

"Takeout? You couldn't have cooked or something? God knows you don't do anything else in this house! I'm the one keeping a roof over our heads."

There's a song in your heart and you start to fidget with your fingers, " I know,baby! That's why I got it and set it up in front the tv so we could watch some movies together and spend time with eachother!"

He rolls his eyes," I see you everyday in the same house and spend hours with you before and after I go train, isn't that enough? I just want to be alone for Christ sake. Two minutes! Is that hard to ask for?"

"No, baby but I-I just wanted to watch a movie together because-"

"Then just watch it yourself, I'm going to get in the bath and go to bed." He brushes past you and you feel your world break your eyesight gets blurry and you can't stop playing with your fingers looking down at your at feet in the same position that you were in.

Breathing gets heavy as you try to hold back your emotions rushing to your shared bedroom to get some pajamas and your phone before going into a spare room and cuddling up to a pillow and with the covers trying to muffle your whimpering cries and hiccups.

The tub gets drained of water as Atsumu miya wraps a towel around his waist and one to dry his hair as he walks into the bedroom he shares with you, " hey sweets, you know where my shorts are at?" The towel blocking his vision he shoots it into the dirty clothes hamper in the corner waiting for a response but in return getting nothing.

He looked over to the bed and didn't see your figure there and he started to remember how he snapped at you. Feeling a tug at his heart. He had quickly dressed himself walking into the living room where the tv screen had emitted a light on the couch and he slowly walks up behind it as to not disturb you, "lovely? I'm sorry about earlier I didn't mean to snap at ya'. You don't deserve that especially wit ya' not being the cause of me losing that match." He's met with nothing but silence, " how 'bout we watch that movie you were talkin' about earlier, hm? " still nothing, "baby girl? (Y/n)?" He turns on the light and peeks over at the couch to see not you but empty cushions and the set up you had made.

He dug Through snack bucket you had made and nothing but his favorites aside from a little bit of yours was contained in it along with the mini facial station you had prepped with all your tools and sliced cucumbers that you knew he loved the feeling on his eyes. His gaze goes to the the table that does indeed has his #1 takeout spot. He grabs the little white blank card that was placed between it.

' I know you've been having a hard week 'tsumu because of the game last week so I made you a small relaxation date for for a king!  I love you, and remember you'll always be my favorite champion.' It ended with a a heart drawn in blue ink and a kiss from you.

It made him sigh as he runs his hands through his hair and throws his head back.

"I really fucked up...bad,"a sudden intrusion made him jump up, "but where is she? She wouldn't just leave,right?" He rushes back into the bedroom to grab his phone. He sees none of your stuff missing and the coat you always wear is still hanging up in the closet , "It's fucking freezin' out there she going to get a cold." He unlocks the phone and calls your cell while simultaneously trying to shove his feet in his shoes before he hears the ringtone you had placed for him.

He sighs in relief and follows the sound before coming face to face a shut door. As the song ceased he could hear your hoarse cries and he wants to punch himself even more for making you into that much of a mess. He knocks on the door. He could hear it get your attention as the cries becomes even softer, "(y/n?) I'm so sorry baby." He tries to open the door but you had locked it making him press his forehead against the cold brown wood, "just open the door and we could talk, ok?" He says gently.

"No Atsumu. I just want to be left alone." Your rejection makes him frown.

He tries to twist and turn the door knob again as if it would magically open for the 3rd or 4th time he tried, "c'mon (y/n), I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled! We can watch that movie you wanted,ok? I'll cuddle you up all nice and cozy on the couch." He bargains.

"Go watch it yourself, Atsumu! I just don't wanna be around you right now." You shot back.

He lets go of the door knobs as his heart sours at the same words he used towards you, "ok, baby. I'm right out here if you need anything, alright?" He places his hand against the door for a solid minute before pulling it away and dragging his feet over to the couch.

He grabs a pillow and fluffs it up before laying on it covering up with his blanket you had put out that you had sprayed perfume on making him cuddle up to it more as it helped him believe it was you along with your matching blanket close to his chest to get the feeling that it was you all snuggled up to his chest like every other night. except it didn't. It only makies it hard for him to sleep without your comforting warmth heating up his body on the cold nights with your feet entangled together as he gently kisses your forehead letting your bodies sink into the plushness of the mattress you had picked out. No Atsumu miya was stuck with only the warmth of a blanket instead of a spouse and the only love he could see was on some tv drama you we're watching before he had come home. Best to say he didn't sleep until late that night.

[loveswrites]

Pinky Swear Wayne x Reader

Pinky Swear Wayne X Reader

Word count: 1416

Time it took me: 1 hour and 50 mins

To My Loves: Here's the Wayne post I promised in July lmao. I may be a slow writer but I'm damn good when I do it that's all I gotta say. @jellyedkazoo I told you that I would tell you when I wrote it. Here you go love. I hope you like it! <3

“I missed you or whateva.” Wayne said, trying to act all nonchalant.

“I know you did Wanye but I have homework to do. After that trip with my family it’s piled up and I have so much to do.” You said smiling at your boyfriend. You couldn’t help it. 

You were gone for two weeks on a random family vacation. Your family did that often. If life felt even the slightest bit of stressful a plane, a boat or a car was the way out. Sometimes you saw it as your parents running away from their problems but I guess it runs in the family. Cause you tend to do the same thing often. Ditching school, family dinners or even dates. Like the one you were supposed to go on with Wayne before you left. 

“You didn’t even answer any of my calls or texts.”

“I couldn’t we were in the middle of the ocean.” You said, shaking your head.

“You’ve texted me from ‘the middle of the ocean’ multiple times before. What’s so special about this time?” Wayne said his accent grew thicker as he grew a little agitated.

“We didn’t pay for that plan this time.” You said putting your books down on your desk. That was a lie. You saw all his phone calls and texts.. When your phone wasn’t on ‘Do Not Disturb’ that is. 

“You didn’t even tell me you where back.” Wayne said softly. This made you pause. You didn’t move or say a word.

“Are you avoiding me? You ditched me on our date before you left and you haven’t said anything since.” He voiced his words cracking at the end. 

This broke your heart. You didn’t know what to say. But round two of the middle of the sea was looking mighty good right now. 

You weren’t mad at Wanye or anything. Nor were you interested in anyone else, No no far from that. In fact it was too far from that. You were in love with Wayne and you confirmed it that night. Thinking back to that night made your heart skip to many beats. 

 Walking up a wet raining sidewalk you were excited about your date with Wayne. You always had fun with him no matter what the two of you did. Rather you were stealing, baking a cake, watching him fight someone else, or just laying in each other's company. You valued his company like no other and him you. Everyone shook in fear when they saw Wayne coming but you would jump with joy. He was your love. And you were his. 

 You saw Wayne sitting in a corner booth through the window of the diner. You smiled as you watched him attempt to make his hair ‘better’. No matter how many times you told Wanye you liked the way he looked and he didn’t need to change he would always true to look more put together for you. As you continued to gaze at him from across the street you saw the waitress walk up to the table with two cups. He had already ordered for you two. You never changed your order and he knew that. Who knew a cup could make everything click.

‘Oh I love him.’ You thought to yourself in a dreamy state. Wait woah no. Your eyes widened at these thoughts. I can’t love him, it's too soon. We’ve only been dating for six months. What if he doesn’t love me? What do I do? Just as these thoughts flooded into your brain your phone vibrated. Unlocking your phone you saw you had received two texts.

 One from Wayne: 'I'm here.’ 

And one from your mother ‘Make sure you pack before you go to sleep. Our flight leaves at 8 am. We wake at 5 am.”

You looked up from your phone and stared into the diner window from across the street. Taking your first step back you felt at ease. The further you got from that diner. From Wayne, the lighter your heart felt. Who knew all you needed to fix your problems was a bathing suit and cocktail in the middle of the sea.

“Are you even listening to me?” Wayne said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I am, I just..”

“You just what? Is..” He trailed off. Turning around you looked at him to see him facing the floor with his jaw clenched. 

“Is it another guy? Am I not good enough for you?” Wayne said, looking up at you. His eyes were watery but you could tell he wouldn’t let them drop if it was the last thing he did. 

“No no! It’s not that, you're perfect for me.” You rushed out. How could he think that? You couldn’t see yourself with anyone else in the world.

“Then why did you leave me.” Wayne said more like a statement than a question. 

You still were too scared to admit the truth. What if it ruined everything between you two? What if you already ruined what was good? You were born to break things your father would always tell you. Yet your mother would always tell you that you were born to fix things. It’s like a devil and angel on the shoulder situation going on here. 

“I-” You closed your eyes tightly. You’ve never said these words to anybody.

“You what? Tell me..” Wayne said softly. Seeing him like this hurt. He looked like a wounded puppy. But it was only you who could ever make him feel like this. 

“Gosh I love you Wayne. That’s why I ditched you at the diner and didn’t tell you. That’s why I wasn’t going to tell you I was back but you showed up at my door and I couldn’t do anything about it. I love you and there’s nothing that scares me more. Okay?” You rambled out and you felt the feeling of relief lift off your chest. But you felt it all come back when you looked at Wayne. He didn’t look like he could feel the love Mr. Krabs.

“You what?” He questioned.

“Nothing just forget-”

“Say it again.”

“I love you Wayne. I love you so much it hurts okay?” You stated once again. Wow twice in a row and it doesn’t get easier with this tension in the air.

“I love you too.” Wayne whispered so low you could barely hear it.

“What?” You questioned furrowing your eyebrows In attempts to hear better. The stupidest things a human will do.

“I love you too.” Wayne said, raising his voice clearing his throat at the end of his sentence.

“For how long?” You smiled digging for details now that the hard attention wasn’t on you.

“Since I first saw you.. Or whateva.” Wayne said looking everywhere else but your face.

“So your love crazy? That’s why you beat up that kid to find out where I was?” You questioned to see if the rumors you were herding were true.

“You heard about that?” Wayne questioned.

“So it’s true?!” You laughed out. He was crazy for you.

“What else was I supposed to do? You left me.” He said, watching you with his calculating eyes as you walked closer to him, closing the gap between you two. Laying one of your hands on his cheek Wayne immediately leaned into you. He wrapped his arms around your waist slowly pulling you into him. As he did this you felt the both of you relax in each other's hold. It took forever to get Wayne to get this comfortable with you. This was all you two needed. Each other.

“Don’t leave me like that again.” Wayne said as he hid his face in your neck. You still didn’t understand why he would do this. But one day you asked him and he said ‘It feels like home.’

“I won’t.” You whispered, running your other hand through his hair. 

“You pinky swear or whateva it is?” Wayne spoke, making you laugh a little. He never knew how to handle sentimental stuff.

“I pinky swear or whateva.” You promised, mocking him at the same time.

Wayne grabbed one of your hands and wrapped your pinky around his. He was going to hold you to your promise. 

“You keep your promise and I’ll do the same.” Wayne promised. 

God just plan the wedding now. 

Pulling him down to you you laid a kiss on his lips sealing the promise. 

There’s nowhere you’d rather be.

Your Wayne.

[sparkledfirecracker]

It's the weekend and I'm trying to forget about the world for a while.

Choose one - and there's lots to choose from this time.

Hardcore discipline with Ransom. You both just came back from dinner at his parents. You were charming and Linda fucking loves you. And that makes Ransom mad. He needs to take out his anger on you, but you know he'll make you feel so good.

This asshole mammas boy is not only going to slap you with the switch, but he's going to get it nice and wet with your juices until he slides it right in, all the while taunting you and gearing you up for a good hate fuck later on. After you've been disciplined.

Mob Steve is fucking in love with how good of a girl you are. He showers you in gifts and makes sure you wake up to a tongue on your pussy every day - his tongue. But every now and then he needs to remind you that even though you're his princess - he's fucking King. He loves to slap your ass and wet his slacks on your tears as you count them out. You know those nights are important to him - something he needs. You also know that he's going to take your ass tonight because he always does when he's in these moods and not particularly gentle about it either. But he'll make it up to you. His aftercare includes an incredibly long bubble bath as he gets you off again with his fingers.

Colin Shea has officially entered Daddy territory and all it took was him laughing at the idea of that particular kink and you absently calling him "Daddy" to change his mind. He's officially hooked and damn has he taken to it like a fish to water.

Ari woke up absolutely ravenous for you. He wants every part of you. He wants his tongue in your holes - all of them - before he sinks deep in that cunt of yours. He's going to be all about overstimulation tonight to the point you're weeping and begging him to stop.

Such a good little housewife. Damn, Andy loves filling you every chance he can get. His cock is amazing and beautiful and his expertise in getting you off - even more. He doesn't like you working, prefers you at home so that when he gets home he can sink right into you. He's an amazing husband and lover and just wants you to be happy at home.

Lloyd has been watching you for a while. You're his target but goddamn his cock gets hard at the very thought of hearing your cries. He can't take it anymore and plans to finally empty his balls inside you, but fuck if he's not gonna get those beautiful tears from you first. If you ever had a noncon fantasy, he's about to fulfill it for you when he wakes you in the middle of the night. Yes you'll come and you'll come hard. But it's because he wants it.

Curtis has officially made it to the head of the train. He bathes regularly and trims himself to exactly what you desire. You're his fucking queen and the two of you rule the train together. He fulfills all of your desires - including the one you've never shared with anyone before.

THIS IS VIOLENCE! DO I HAVE TO PICK JUST ONE? DO I? CAN’T I LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER IN A REVERSE HAREM WITH ALL OF THEM? CHRISSSSSSS!!!!

😩, fine, it pains me, like seriously this feels like betrayal of the worst kind, but I’ll pick one, though I can’t choose.

Colin is out, I can’t imagine him being called daddy or having a daddy kink.

Next who’s gone, it’s Steve, I already have my mafia king Steve from the other day and even though he keeps me bred and full of his offsprings, he’s very satisfying on sexual front.

Then there’s Andy, I can’t just be a stay at home house wife. I need things to do other than being a Stepford wife.

Curtis shall not be it either, I don’t have a reason, but he seems vanilla to the other 3 that are left.

And now my predicament starts, Ransom, Ari and Lloyd 😩. It’s just vile that you actually are making me choose here and I only get to keep one.

I love Ransom. I would absolutely be all up for his hate sex, but he has mommy issues. He needs to fix those and then we can play.

CAN I NOT MARRY GOOD AND EVIL? I’M PULLING MY HAIR HERE OVER MAKING A DECISION.

Okay, okay, I adore this whole Gone, Baby, Gone scenario that you’re gifting me. But I feel like it would be a one night only. Just based on that feeling, I’ll let our favourite clit tickler go 😔. Even though I’d let him do whatever, but I’m worthy of more than just one night.

I’ll go with my baked bundt cake, who’s buff, juicy and slaps so good when you get a taste. My scrumptious man Ari

[afro-hispwriter]

ALICIA CLARK X FEM DIXON READER

After Ricks disappearance (twd) and Fixing the plane era(ftwd)

F/I- first initial

Warnings- language, implied smut

a/n- i wrote this a long time ago, its been posted on on wattpad for a while so i decided to post it on here… Enjoy!

Rick was gone, things were falling apart. Your dad, Daryl left the communities to join search parties all the way until he was the last one searching. Michonne and you wanted to keep looking but her pregnancy was to far along, and you basically took care of her and Judith. The atmosphere feels familiar just like when Carl died, you and him were best friends, you supported him in every one of this decisions even helped him get with Enid.

But this felt worse.

The person who has made sure everybody survives is dead. The man who was a mentor to you, the man who saved your father in countless occasions is dead. Morgan left almost 2 years ago and nobody heard from him. You knew Rick and him were close, he helped Rick when he came out of hospital. He deserves to know what happened and you will make sure of it.

-

"I want to go out and see the world for myself and I want to find Morgan." You said at dinner to Michonne and surprisingly who joined your dad.

"Excuse me what, you want to leave a whole state and travel to Texas just to see the world and find Morgan and for what?" Asked Michonne raising an eyebrow. Your dad sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"I agree kid. Why?" He asked looking at you.

"Ok first I'm pretty sure I'm 18, I'm supposed to be enrolling for college planning out my life, seeing what else is out there. I can take of myself of the time I have been surging in this world I can make it I'm sure if it. And second all of us know how much Rick meant to Morgan, I can go to Texas and tell him what happened maybe he will even come back even if it's for a little bit." You said enthusiastically. The adults shook their heads taking in the information.

"I'll think about it." Said your dad and Michonne nodded going back to eating.

"There's gotta be another reason you wanna leave." Said Daryl as you walked to your home.

"I already said why Dad." You said looking ahead

"No, you didn't I know ma own kid." He said stopping and he grabbed your arm so you would stop as well making you roll your eyes.

"I hate the atmosphere that is going on, it's like when Carl died but worse and I hate it. I just need to go, I need fresh air Dad, i need to see whats out there maybe even help people." You said throwing your arms in the air looking up at the sky. Daryl smiled, you would always talk about helping people when you were just 4 years old. But now that the apocalypse happened he never thought he'd actually have to let you be on your own anytime soon, maybe it was time.

"Alrigh I'll talk to Michonne tomorrow, I'll get ya that trip." He said and you smiled before pulling him into a big hug.

"Thank you father." You said and he chuckled.

-

"Ok y/n, ya have a high range walkie(i know those don't exist for very long distances)for when you get farther and farther away from ere and you have food to last a month or so and water for a week or two. And gas in the car to last Ya couple miles at least to get out of Virginia. A map, a gun with 2 rounds, and please try to put notes or something out there to tell me your alive, please I don't want to go out lookin for ya. Cant loose you kid." Said your dad who it was clear was very nervous on letting you leave.

"I'll be fine dad, I have been taught from the best of the best." You said and then you saw his eyes water.

"No, no dad don't cry because then I will. We have to be strong i promise I'll be fine. We agreed on 2 months if I'm gone more than that or if you don't hear from me when those months come to an end you come looking for me." You said holding back the tears.

"I know kid, I know it's just ya growin to fast." He said looking at you.

"Fuck it come ere kid." He said and pulled you in for a tight hug. You hugged him back hard, soaking up his affection, which definitely doesn't come everyday. You pulled away and looked up at him.

"I'll be fine dad ok, I'll be back." You said and backed up, everybody stood around and you waved before looking at Michonne and pointed at her belly.

"I better be godmother when I come back." You said smiling

"Yes ma'am." She said with a smile on her face. You got in the car and turned it on, you had some doubts on leaving but knew this has to happen. Your dad came to the window and leaned on it and you took in a breathe.

"Please don't loose yourself, if you have to stop stop. Don't leave the people who care about you." You told your dad and he sighed knowing exactly what you meant by that. He was looking for Rick so much it was taking him away from you. Daryl stepped back and you smiled at everybody and waved.

"I'll be back in 2 months I promise." You announced and they all smiled, you put the car in drive and drove off watching the gates close behind you.

"Y/n can you hear me." Your dad said over the walkie and you grabbed it.

"Yeah dad I can hear you."

-

You got to Tennessee right before the car stopped. You sighed and looked around to see if there was anything a car or a store. You grabbed the walkie and took in a breathe, please work, you thought.

"Dad can you hear me?" You asked and heard static then his voice.

"Ya I can, ya alright?" He asked

"Ya I'm fine, I'm in Tennessee but I think that soon probably a couple more miles you won't be able to hear me so im starting with the notes." You said and held back tears.

"Alright I love ya." You heard him sniffile before the walkie went out.

"I love you to dad." You said and out the walkie away and grabbed the pack. You opened the pack and grabbed the note book and pen. You wrote, STILL ALIVE- F/I, and looked for a place to put it. After an hour you found a gas station and put the note on the counter under a rock.

"Dad not sure if you can hear me but, if you do come for me I'm leaving notes in stores." You put the walkie back and grabbed your knife and stabbed a walker that came for you.

-

Almost 13 days (that's what google said). 13 days and nights of running and hiding from herds. Avoiding people, some you had to kill. Your feet hurt even after taking a days break in Arkansas but you finally have reached Texas. Not knowing where Morgan is you decided to use the walkie every few miles in. You looked at the map and Texas was huge, it could take a few weeks to find him, if he is even alive. But you needed a break so you needed to find somewhere safe. You found a house that looked safe enough so you cleared it, only 3 walkers where in it.

You set up a fire and out a can of beans over the fire. You grabbed the map and decided where you should head to next.

(A/n- I read that season 5 of fear is filmed in New Braunfels, Texas and its near Austin soon)

Austin, Texas, in school in Alexandria the teacher said Austin is pretty popular. Morgan could be there so that's where you would start. You took a 2 days rest and even found a lake to bathe in, after getting supplies you made your way to Austin. You left a note at the WELCOME TO TEXAS sign and left another at store the another. There was a hotel a little father form the house and out another there.

After a day or so you were closer to Austin and decided it's time to try with the Walkie.

"Morgan, it's Y/n I'm in Texas, I don't know if your alive but I'm here." You said and put the walkie away after no answer. You walked for what seemed hours when you saw the Austin sight and grabbed the walkie.

"Morgan I'm in Austin." You said into the walkie and decided to start trying different channels as you repeated the question though each. You tried the last channel and was about to put it away when you heard voices and your heart sped up.

"Morgan?" You asked and kept moving the circle to hear it more clearly.

"John, June you there." Someone said, it was a deep voice and noticed it was Morgan's voice.

"Morgan, Morgan, it Y/n Dixon from Alexandria, please hear me." You said pleading to yourself.

"Y/n wha-." He started. "What are you doing out here so far, where are you?" He asked.

"Umm I'm by the Welcome to Austin sign. Where are you maybe I can find you." You said and out down to the ground pulling the map out."

"I have two people close to you y/n, don't be alarmed their names are John and June." He said and you sighed.

"Ok." You said wearily.

"John, June did you hear that." Asked Morgan and a female bodice came through.

"We hear you Morgan, on our way Y/n." A man said.

"Hang tight y/n." Said Morgan and you sat back. You grabbed a paper and pen and wrote. FOUND MORGAN. You sat there for a while when a car approached and stopped next to you, you raised you knife reading to attack of nesassary. The window went down and the man and woman out there hands up.

"Hold on hold on young lady I'm John and this is June, we come to get you." John said and you hesitated.

"We won't hurt you i promise." June said. You nodded and grabbed your stuff and opened the car. You sat down and watched John and June's every move.

"So where did you come from?" Asked John and you sighed.

"Long story." You breathed out a laugh and they smiled.

"Guess we will know about it after you meet Al." Said June and you cocked your head to the side.

"Who's Al?" You asked wearily.

"She was journalist before and she interviews everybody on their stories." Said John and you nodded.

-

"Morgan, who is y/n?" Asked Alicia as she and Luciana approached him.

"She's comes from Virginia and Alexandria like me, she's around your age Alicia." Said Morgan smiling and Alicia rolled her eyes.

-

The car came to a stop out some gates and they opened. The car pulled in and people crowded around. John and June got out and your door opened revealing Morgan. You got out of the car and hugged him before pulling away to look over all the people. It was a whole bunch of little kids then a whole bunch of adults.

You looked around and your eyes fell on a very pretty girl with brown hair and hazel eyes. Her eyes where on you but they seemed defensive like yours at the moment. You felt uncomfortable and Morgan said to clear a path so you could sit down.

-

"I have been walking for almost 20 days, Car broke down when I reached Tennessee." You said to Al and she smiled. Everybody else was sitting around eating dinner as they heard your story how you arrived here.

"You have any family, back in Virginia?" She asked and you nodded.

"I have my dad, and more people who became my family, we have lost some but they will never be replaced." You said.

"Lover?" She asked and you shook your head no.

"Nope pretty much a virgin." You said and they all laughed.

Alicia started at you slowly relaxing that you were not a threat, all of them did.

"Why did you come here?" Asked Al and you sighed.

"I was 12 when the world started, I'm like 18 now. I'm supposed to be enrolling into college now, planning out my life going to go see what's out there. The apocalypse may have happened but I still want that chance. And Morgan I need to tell you something, privately." You said and he looked at you concerned. He gave Al a look and she shut the camera off then got the film. He stood up and you followed, he stopped just a few feet from everybody and waited for you to speak.

"Ricks gone." You said. "Gone not dead, just gone it's like he disappeared." You said looking down, thinking about that day.

"Wha- what how, what happened." He asked.

"Bridge explosion, he saved everybody." You said and Morgan nodded then you heard someone clear their throat.

"I'm sorry Morgan." Said June, you looked at him confused.

"I told them about Virginia, they how me and Rick go back." He said and you nodded.

"They haven't the body?" He asked and you shook your head.

"No, my dad, he has been looking out there by the bridge everyday, Michonne is pregnant with Ricks kid and she's about to give birth so she can't look anymore. And I was practically taking care of Judith so I couldn't either. And others have their own thing." You said and Morgan nodded again before walking off. You sighed and and smiled at the group.

"Anything else you guys want to know about me?" You asked and Al came forward.

"I want to know about the king and the tiger." Said Al and you nodded walking back to the fire.

-

You told everybody what you needed to know. Your guard was down long ago, you kept sneaking glances at the girl who's name is Alicia and she looked back at you as well. You got ready for bed when you were approached by Alicia.

"We never had a formal introduction, I'm Alicia Clark." She said holding her hand out and you shook it.

"Y/n Dixon."

You talked the night until you fell asleep from exhaustion. You learned about her family, all the things she has been through and you shared hers. She told you about her boyfriends and you felt a pang of jealousy, 'Gosh y/n you don't even know this girl,' you told your self. You fell asleep after an hour and Alicia put a blanket over you and whispered goodnight and left. You woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and got up. You looked in the mirror and braided your hair into two. You went outside and the people started building some type of plane. You approached Alicia as she was talking through a microphone looking at parts. She saw you approach and she smiled, you then looked up and saw a plane.

"Hey what's with the plane, didn't see that last night?" You asked Lucianna as you approached her, she smiled and sighed.

"A few weeks ago we were on a plane and we crashed landed a few miles from here, we actually came from here at first so we came back. Those kids they left biters out there tied up to keep us away, because it's not safe. We gained their trust and we are building this plane so we can get out of this place." She said sun you nodded you looked over the people and your eyes fell on him.

"Dwight?" You said sternly and he looked at you eyes widening.

"Mini Dixon, what are you doing out here?" He asked and you glared at him grabbing your knife when you felt a hang go to it, you saw Morgan shaking his head to stand down.

"What are you doing here, I thought you were dead?" You asked him.

"I'm lookin for Sherry, my wife, not trying to cause any trouble." He said and raised his good arm as a surrender. You nodded and stood down every body who watched went back to what they were doing. Alicia came in-front of you with a concerned look.

"So what's your story with him?" She asked

"He served the man who killed two people of my family and kept my father in a cage keeping him like an animal." You said looking at her with hard eyes.

You lended you knowledge on fixing things with the plane. It's clear they were grateful on your help, you fixed the engine to the best of your ability.

"Y/n want to come with me to a ware house, we need more parts." Said Alicia and you nodded. You made your way down and smiled at her.

-

Small Alicia POV

Gosh she is so beautiful. I met her yesterday and I feel like I have known her since forever. Call me crazy but I'm starting to get feelings for her already.

-

Regular POV

The butterflies in your stomach were almost painful when you were near Alicia. She was gorgeous, you felt like you could tell her everything and you almost have from Atlanta to now. You grabbed your backpack, emptying it out of anything that was worth leaving just encase. You took your knives and gun and left to find Alicia. She was waiting outside a car and got in when she saw you. You sat in the drivers seat and looked to see if anybody else was going, luckily no one was there.

"Anybody else going?" You asked and she shook her head.

"Do you have a problem with it, because I can get someone to come with us may-." She started but you shook your head no.

"I have no problem at all." You said and winked making her cheeks flush red. She drove to the warehouse and she told you the parts to look out for as well as food. You took out two walkers with your knives and looked back to see Alicia looking at you with awe.

"Never taken out biters with knives really." She said chuckling. You looked down and saw a metal pole that was sharpened at the edges.

"Well I mean that pole is badass, where did you get it, might need to get myself one." You asked.

"A water park." She said smiling and you nodded.

"Alright tell you what I teach you how to fight with knifes and we stay a little longer to find a pole similar to yours. Deal?" you asked holding your hand out. She thought for a second and took your hand and shook it.

"Ok come here stand in-front of me." You said as two walkers approached you both. She stood infront of you and you handed her your knives, you stood close to her.

"Now, you going to want to dodge them, go in between them. Remember you have to use strength to kill them just cant push it in. I'll be here just encase." You said. The walkers go closer and Alicia tightened her grip on the knives.

"Go you said." And she ducked as they swung at her, you backed up out of reach then one by one they were both put out.

"That was great, remember you gotta faster and if you have someone behind you, let's say as kid you have to push them back, maybe use you leg or arm. Even an adult if they don't notice you have to act quick." You said and she nodded cleaning the knives.

"Thanks I'll definitely use that, after I find knives." She said.

"If you can get a hunting knife there much stronger and lighter." You said and she nodded. You found a majority of the parts needed and headed back to the car.

"I found this." She said and handed you a metal pole with holes in it. You grabbed it and smiled at you, you got one of your knives and it's holster and handed it to her.

"Thank you Alicia, as a true thanks here's one of my knives, work with one just for now you will go better I just know of it." You said and she smiled brightly.

"Thank you, now let's get back and we can sharpen the edge." She said and started the car.

You kissed her cheek and pulled back getting a red face. You looked at her though the corner of your eye and saw her face was red.

-

When you arrived back to the truck stop, she helped sharpen the metal pole. You and her had a flirty thing going on for the rest of the month until you started feeling sexual tension start to arise. The stares would last long as well as lingering touches, she thought you how to use the pole and you taught her knives. Everybody shared their knowledge with you and you did with them.

The plane was just about finished when you realized if they finish the plane you may loose them, loose her.

"So, where do you guys plan on going after getting the rest of your group?" You asked Alicia as she ate dinner, sitting on the ground.

"Not sure, definitely leave this area." She said and you nodded seeing how bad the area is, you sat down next to her and she offered some of her dinner but you waved it off.

"Maybe fly to Virginia." She said lowly and you looked at her like she was crazy.

"I'm just playing can't risk another crash, especially where the girl I likes home is." She said and looked at you. Your face went red and the butterflies in your stomach, she grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer to hers.

"Y/n Dixon I like you a lot, it's ok if you don't but-." She said but you silenced her with a kiss. She pulled you in harder making you moan, she set her dinner down and you pushed her on the ground, straddling her. You looked up and saw there were people still around so you pulled away.

"Want to take me to your tent?" You asked and she nodded, you got off her and held your hand out which she gladly took. She led you to her tent opening it and pulled you inside. You slid your shirt off and she did the same.

She looked at yours left arm and stomach and noticed a beautiful tattoos.

(This but all around the forearm)

(Something like that)

"Didn't know you had tattoos." She said and scratched her head.

"Oh yeah... do they bother you?" You asked.

"No no they are actually really hot." She said making you blush. You walked over to her and pushed her onto the makeshift bed.

"Wait crap I've never had sex with-." She started and you kissed her.

"It's ok, I'll teach you." You said and she looked at you confused.

"After Carl died, his girlfriend, Enid, and me got close and we ended up in bed together. It was just one night didn't mean anything." You said and stroked her hair.

"Didn't say that in the interview." She said and leaned back letting you crawl on top of her.

"Some things are just not to be meant to be said." You said and winked at her. You went down and captured her lips, she raised her hands and caressed your sides. You laid down on her putting your weight on her body making her moan.

"Just relax let me do the work." You said and trailed down her stomach.

a/n- once ftwd season 6 comes to hulu I’ll be able to continue my part 2

[devilshavemanners]

✭Blissful Summer Fun w/ Gojo✭

✭You and Gojo have been married for a lump some of years and this summer mark your anniversary. He was big plans for almost everyday of this summer.

✭P.s I’m not good at fluff, and I didn't spend to much time editing and I put beach time when I meant pool times sooo lemme alone. I had too much fun, like to much

Summer Mornings

Sharing a bed is fine, but when it’s about to be a scorching 90 degrees outside, it’s quite uncomfortable

Gojo loves to be close to you and likes seeing his arms wrapped around your small frame(he's CLEARLY taller than you)

On movie night, he would get the fluffiest pillows and comfiest blankets and snuggle up with you. (AC ON BLAST)

It’s all fun and games until he puts a horror movie on and you keep sliding closer to him until your able to hear his heartbeat HE BIG BRAIN😫

You usually something light, like one of his shirts and pajama shorts(yours)

He walks into the bedroom, WITH LONG SLEEVES ON, DURING SUMMER

Your not an early bird but you feel like one

This Man. Your Man. Never wakes up before you

But when he does this mans doesn’t say shit, he just 👁3👁

You sit up in your bed snatching off the silky sheets. The sunlight was peaking through the shades. You looked over to your left and you saw his deep blue eyes staring back at you. “EEK!” You screamed falling back off the bed. Those blue eyes staring you down were somewhat terrifying. You regain your balance and move on top of the bed. "Really, no warning?" He sits up, smiling with a boyish smirk. "You mad," he says in a challenging tone.

Beach time

He doesn’t show off too much, he just opens up his button-up shirt and shows off his abs, see nothing much

You were all and most swimsuits but his favorite task is to pick out the cute “girly” ones

You’re his biggest flex, if he can show you off he will 

He loves the ones with texture and he likes how it shows off your curves

The floral pattern reminds him of an innocent girl, your not one, and he enjoys seeing that

Wants to play all the beach/ pools games if possible, mans might invite Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara

If he does then that makes 4 working brain cells

Nobara would comment on what you’re wearing and then comment on how lewd it looks, Yuji would just complement you, MY FUCKING HEART, and Megumi would treat you as he usually would.

“____ is Marco, Gojo would shout backing away from you. He always does this bs btw… You gave a thumbs-up as you closed your eyes. Before you could utter the name Marco, Yuji and Nobara begin screaming to the top of their lung “Polo”. Something was off about it all because they know how to play the game.” Are you trying to help me or what,” you opened your eyes only to see a shadow of a man-like figure. Your dearest husband Gojo was jumping in the water, on top of you. Shouting at the top of his lungs, “ RIP MY WIFEY,” which was soon followed by Nobara, Yuji, and Gumi in a sing-song tone says “AYEEEE”. You were practically drowning. Before you came up for air you saw Nobara, Yuji, and Gojo with cheesy grins on their faces. “I’m gonna go hang out with Megumi.” You noticed him chilling under the umbrella in a lawn chair

Late Night Dinner Dates

 You’re his biggest flex. Remember that.

He likes to keep things fun so usually, he’ll tell you to close your eyes and he’ll dress you. Sir Sir SIR

The feeling of his fingers grazing your body makes the whole room heat up.

On dinner dates, it’s just whole stuff. No playing footsies. No sexual jokes. No taking a picture of your panties and showing them to you.

He wants to eat outside with a good view, when there is a sunset he enjoys staring at your beautiful sun-kissed cheeks.

Order what you want, he’s rich. He mostly doesn’t care.

Sometimes if you have a beach view then you two will go and dance on the sand to whatever background music

Bad at dancing? So is he. STIFF WHERE STIFF WHERE.

He would pick off your plate and think he’s slick about it. Your not, just ask

“ .. and that’s how my day went, and yours,” you said, swinging the glass of wine around in your hand. No response, just him staring. “Gojo ?” you questioned moving your head side to side. “Stop all that damn moving, I'm trying to admire the artwork”. You froze from the sudden compliment. “I could stare at your pretty face all day, and I will,” he says, picking up his wine glass. “Your personality, the way you uphold yourself, YOU”, he raises his voice slightly with excitement. Your cheeks felt warm and like they were on the fire. “Awe, my little cutie is getting flustered.” You try to respond but can't think of the words. "Your personality shines brighter than that face of yours, don't think you just pulled me because of your looks," he ruined the mood.

Bathtime for two

There’s no such thing as “I’m taking a bath” it’s WERE taking a bath

You can take showers alone all day long until someone is horny(not you)

He loves bubbles and he likes hiding in them because …. Well… he just blends

Unlike most men he likes the extremely fruity femmie soap smell (bi-curious)

If the water ain’t the perfect temperature, he’s not getting in, instead he sits and puts until you fix it.

You sit in front or behind. Depends on who washing who's hair

"Gojo, can we get out?" No.

The water was a little too hot this time, when you took your morning bath with your husband. You weren't home alone but the house was silent. Gojo had already took a hot shower and was currently drying himself off. You opened the bathroom door with your bathrobe and tied tightly around your waste. "Whatcha doing there sweetheart," he said, focusing this attention. "I was gonna take a bath but-. You were cut off as soon as your heard the bath water running. Your speedy love had already got it ready. "Really, you just got out of the shower." Ignore. "It's all about bonding with you sweetheart, I like feeling you against me, heartbeat to heartbeat, skin to skin, y'know." Shit, he's too good

✭HE LOVES YOU, THE END✭

[dragon-kazansky]

Shrouded in shadows | The Darkling

Gender neutral reader

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Part 14

It had been a few days since the conversation with Genya in your room. Neither one of you mentioned it again.

Sven was set to return today, having got his report from Kribirsk. You had spent the last few days studying the books Kirigan gave you, but today you were waiting for your fellow Grisha to return.

General Kirigan allowed you go go wait for them while he held a small meeting in his war room with a few others. Plans were being made.

You keep your eyes on the grand gates. Soon enough the sounds of horses and coaches come rattling through them.

You smile and take off in a small jog to greet them.

Sven steps out of the Corporalki coach and brings you into his embrace. You chuckle as you hug him, glad to see him safe. Him more so after what happened last he saw you.

"You are well?" He asks.

You nod, "and you?"

"Glad to be back, though I suspect it won't be long before we return."

"Oh? What makes you say that?" You ask, looking at him. He slings an arm around your shoulders as you both walk inside together.

"The General stated in a letter that I should train you in the art of a Heartrender."

"Yes. Can you?"

He nods, "I can. We will need a little bit of time. You're a healer, you'll need to work on the opposite side of that now."

"Is it possible?"

"Yes. Even I can do mild healing, I'm just better at slowing the heart, rather than fixing it," he grins.

You chuckle. He moves his arm from around you.

"First I bathe, eat, and rest. Tomorrow we train," he tells you.

"Deal," you smile.

Sven leaves your side. As he does, you turn just in time to see an Etherealki looking at you. A very pretty Etherealki with black hair that cascaded down her back.

She looks far from impressed.

You raise a brow in silent question, but she just turns slowly and walks away with the others. She appeared to have been among the group of Grisha who had come to greet the others on their return.

You vaguely recognized her from the dinner hall, but hadn't really paid much attention to her. Your mind had been so full of books these past few days... not to mention keeping the General company.

You shake your head and go to leave, only to find your path blocked by the only Grisha in black.

"Did you see him?"

Your eyes meet those familiar dark ones.

"Yes, he's going to go eat and rest. I suppose that leaves me free for the afternoon if you need me," you say.

His lips curl into a small grin.

"I'll always need you."

You once again don't question him and follow him upstairs.

"Actually, I want to talk to you."

"Oh?"

It comes as no surprise when he leads you to the war room. It's one of the few places you can speak privately with him.

"We'll be making a trip to Kribirsk in a few weeks time. Some Grisha will be accompanying some of the first army across the Fold. I need to be there when they go."

"I see."

"Will you ride with me to Kribirsk?" He asks, looking right at you.

Before you could get too excited about the prospect of finding a way across the Fold, you pick up on the heavy implementation in his voice.

He doesn't want you to ride alone with the others. He wants you to ride with him.

"We won't stop much like last time, we shall ride on for as long as we can go. I do not wish to repeat what happened last time."

When I nearly lost you.

"Of course not. I'll ride with you," you tell him.

He finds himself smiling at you once again.

"Train hard these next few days. If anything does happen, I want you to be ready."

"I'll do my best, though I've never been a Heartrender before, I don't know how good I'll be within a few days," you say.

Despite your words, he doesn't seem affected by them. He continues to smile with knowing eyes.

You have no idea.

"You'll be fine, I'm sure."

Fine doesn't feel god enough, but if he's not overly worried about your progress, maybe you don't need to be either.

Still, you'll try.

You need to. This could be your ticket to freedom. Your only concern will be finding a way to part with Kirigan once you arrive. He seems oddly protective of you, intent on keeping you close.

You'll worry about that later.

"I'll let you dine with your friends. Good luck tomorrow, though I'm sure you won't need it," he smiles.

You part with Kirigan and head off to the dining hall where Sven soon joins you.

Things would change drastically over the next few days, neither of you knew it yet. If only you did.

@luciadiosa @fablesrose @mischief-siriusly-managed @aleksanderwh0r3 @charistory @messrsmoonee @edithsvoice

[chaeiimimi]

2 AM (Suna Rintaro X Reader)

Warning: angst! Toxic relationship mentions of drinking

Part 2

Arguments were always inevitable in relationships, but too much of it is pretty unhealthy

And that is what exactly is going on between you and Suna, you've been in each other's throat for a couple of weeks now and it doesn't look like it's about to end soon

You don't even know how it started- well yes you do know, it all started when the outside hitter from the female national team, Mira wanted to practice with him, which resorted to him coming home late and tired for weeks and taking out his fatigue on you, now all you know is you wake up to an empty bed, eat breakfast alone, leave for university, go home, cook dinner for yourself because you know he will not be joining you since he comes home so late and if he does come home early you argue over random things that doesn't even make sense, that usually results to you sleeping with backs facing each other

But today you decided that you were going to fix your relationship, it was a friday and you only had one class in the morning, after class you went to the grocery store to get yourself some ingredients for dinner and you even brought a cake from his favorite bakery

You took your phone out and texted Suna a quick "hey, can you come home early today, I'm cooking steak" you even put a shiny heart emoji at the end

You ate your lunch first and watched a few series before getting started on dinner

You were feeling good, you had music on, hips swaying side to side as you hum to the song playing on your speaker

By 7 PM everything was ready, the table was set in a fancy way, the steak was cooked to perfection with some stir fried vegetables and mashed potatoes, wine on the side, the cake was on the fridge and you even had candles to help with the atmosphere

Suna usually went home by 8 during Saturdays and it was already 7:30, waiting for half an hour wasn't so bad so you took off your apron, had a quick shower and changed your clothes into something nice, you even put on a little bit of perfume and make up

The clock struck to 8:00 and you still haven't heard the opening of the front door, thinking that something must've came up you decided to wait it out a little longer

9:00 no Suna was heard, but you were persistent, you waited patiently until you just dozed off in the couch

You woke up feeling an ache in your neck maybe due to the uncomfortable position you had in your couch, you looked at the time and it was already 2AM

And still, no Suna

A sting hit your eyes and before you know it you were already crying

'dammit' you repeat over and over again while agressively wiping your tears

You made your way to the kitchen and heated the food up and plated your own food

You went to the table and ate in silence, 15 minutes into eating that you heard the familiar click of the doorbell, it revealed a dishivelled Suna

He was taken aback seeing you aggressively stabbing the meat

"hey" he greets

You just looked at him and nodded, not having the energy to even speak

He seats at the chair in front of you, he finds it actually surprising to see you up so late, were you waiting for him? He saw your text 11 hours late and wasn't able to tell you the team was going out for drinks

"Can you not sit there?" you said finally having enough of his staring

He looks at you with a "huh?"

"I'm trying to enjoy my steak, I can't enjoy it when you're sitting right there, your food is at the kitchen, you can heat it up and eat after I'm done" you said with the most monotone voice and emptiest eyes

He was petrified, you were not screaming at him, questioning him or even starting an argument with him, you were merely asking him a favor yet it was far worst

He cleared his throat and got up, went to the kitchen and heated his food, he was so darn hungry carrying Bokuto and Atsumu to their apartments was no easy task

By the time he finished heating his food up, you were already done with yours, you didn't bother to look at him when you made your way to the sink and wash your dishes

Only then was he able to see that you were wearing the dress you wore on your first date

Suna's stomach churn in guilt, he knew he was in the wrong here and he wanted to apologize but how could he when you won't even spare him a glance

He ate quickly hoping that he get the chance to talk to you before going to bed

You took off your make-up and had a warm half-bath, slipping on your silk pajamas and brushing your hair

By the time you were done with your skincare, Suna was also finished with his shower, he waited for you to finish scrolling up and down his phone

You approached the bed and he was expecting you to lay down but you didn't, instead you took a pillow and opened the cabinet and got yourself a blanket

Suna's eyes widen

"where are you going?" he asks trying to mask the panic in his voice

"I'm sleeping in the guest room"

"what? why?"

You scoffed at his ridiculous question

"I just don't want to sleep beside you tonight" you weren't planning on hiding your hatred towards him

"wait-c-can we t-talk it out?"

"I'm tired Suna lets talk about it in the morning before I leave"

"Leave?"

"I'm going home to Miyagi, I want to take a break"

"But you haven't talked to me about this!"

You scoffed again at the Audacity

"I'm tired Suna, I'm sick of this, I feel so alone and neglected, I feel like you aren't there anymore, I don't want to end this but I need some time and think" for the first time tonight your voice hinted emotions

Suna sat there, his knuckles clenched it was turning white

He knew fully well why you're like this and he hated it because he knew it was because of him

There was a long defeaning silence between the two of you

Before the twisting of the knob interrupted followed by "there's cake in the fridge by the way, my birthday cake"

So I'm planning on making a part 2 of this and I'm accepting requests now, you can send me one with an ask, I write just about anything except for SMUT

[pbandjesse]

I'm going to be honest and say I am having a horrible night. And the day wasn't much better. I feel so angry and miserable and I just want to leave this space because I don't know how to fix it but I am not having fun at all. I just want to cry.

And it sucks because there isn't even a good reason. I just feel exhausted and miserable. I'm not looking forward to this week. I'm not looking forward to anything. I just feel bad.

I did not sleep well last night. I couldn't turn my brain off or fall asleep for what felt like forever. And when I did finally fall asleep I did not sleep well.

I woke up at 830. I already knew I wasn't going to the market. And tried to just have a calm day. I wish I had worked on my knitting. But I was to hot and couldn't get myself to do it.

I had some cereal after I got dressed. I played some Stardew and was having an okay day.

I vacuumed the apartment and did some tidying up. It made me feel a little better. And I read my book for a bit.

But I wanted to get out of the house. I had to take a pause right as I was leaving because my key wouldn't turn the lock of our door. Thankfully I shared Ms Tina in the office so I knocked on the door and she had graphite and blew some in the door lock and it fixed it?? I did not know what was a thing. It was nice to see her though. She looked well. We are hoping that her being here is a sign that the washing machines are going to get fixed. Poor James would go to the laundry mat tonight to clean our clothes. And I would love if they didn't have to do that.

I left here and drove out to Target. I had a coupon for Ulta and wanted to walk around. Five below. I didn't get anything there but at Ulta I got a new lotion and two cute shaped Chapsticks with my coupon. And felt nice about that.

I went to Target next. We needed cleaning supplies and cat stuff. I also got some chips and hair oil and a little beach cover up shirt for myself that I did not need but I am wearing right now and I like how light the fabric is without it clinging. So I am still happy about it.

I enjoyed just walking around. But I was also very hungry and had planned on going to chipotle after. Because there is one right down the street.

But, like the one the other week, they weren't taking orders?? Why is that a thing now??

So I had to go all the way back towards our house to go to the one in Hampden. And that would work out and be great but it was still an annoying drive and I was feeling very tired from no food when I got there.

After I had my food I actually was able to make two small containers of leftovers, so it's like I got 5 tacos for the price of 3. Will be a nice lunch tomorrow.

I went to the rotunda next to go to the Rita's. They also didn't have mint so I got a pineapple misto and it was so nice! Maybe better then mango, which is my normal go to fruit. And I found out they are opening an Auntie Ann's and I couldn't be more thrilled for a closer place then Towson to get a pretzel?? Incredible.

I came back here as it was starting to rain. I had finally gotten the new strap for my backpack purse and now it's so much better and I didn't drop anything. Because it actually stayed closed. And when I got up here my key worked right away and I put away all the stuff I got.

I mostly just chilled after that. Played some Stardew. Was to hot but was fine. James would come home briefly before going to do laundry. And would make me eggs for dinner, which was great.

I took a bath and I started feeling horrible after that. I spiraled in my thoughts. Feeling ignored. Feeling like nothing is how I wanted it. How sad I am about everything. My fears and worries just turned into a heavy angry in my chest. And it hasn't stopped for like two hours. I was hoping writing things down would help but it hasn't. I just feel so angry about everything. About the wedding and my relationships with the people around me and I am hurt. But the hurt has become a horrible anger that I want to let go of. I desperately want to leave the house and drive to my parents. But someone was positive at work that I had been standing next to and while I feel fine I don't want to accidentally expose them. And also I can't just drive there I'm exhausted and I know that would be a terrible plan. I just miss them so much and wish they were both healthy because I think that fear is some of my stress.

I am going to try to let some of this go and go to sleep. I hope tomorrow is healing. Because right now I want to throw up.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hey Steph!🌟Do u have any fics with smut that is feelingy, ie more focused on the emotional aspect & how they're feeling while doing it than the phy sensations & descriptions? Hope u get wt I'm saying. Thx in Advance!💖

OOOOO Nonny! 

I’ve got just the list for you! and it will give me an excuse to do a part two to another list of mine!! <3 

I do have a Sensuality list in the works, so look out for that in a while, but I think for now this list and the “see also” is perfect for you! 

Feel free, friends, to add your own!

EMOTIONAL LOVE MAKING Pt. 2

See also: Emotional Love Making Pt 1 || [MOBILE POST]

Just Like That by sussexbound (E, 8,442 w., Ch. 1 || First Time/Kiss, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock, French Kissing, Anal, Emotional Lovemaking, Enthusiastic Consent, Tenderness, Crying John, Bathing/Washing, Insecure John, Toplock) – John doesn’t want to talk anymore. He wants. Oh dear god, how he wants. For the first time in what feels like years he WANTS.

My First, My Only, and My Forever by vintagelilacs (E, 6,220 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiB, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock���s Bum, John’s Scar, Sherlock POV, Body Worship, Fingering, Bottomlock, Promise of Forever / Proposals, Misunderstanding, First Kiss/Time, Loss of Virginity, Virginity Kink, Seduction) – Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He was missing a vital piece of data, he was sure. John had been looking at him oddly ever since they left Buckingham Palace, and the ensuing incident with Irene Adler had only exacerbated his erratic behaviour. What was it? Why would he care that Sherlock was a virgin? There was nothing reminiscent of mockery or pity in his gaze. And then it hit him. John Watson was aroused.

The Haunting of 221B Baker Street by earlgreytea68 (M, 10,388 w., 2 Ch. || Post TRF, Halloween / Ghosts, Pining Sherlock, Ghost Sherlock, Stroppy Sherlock, Sherlock POV, First Kiss/Time, Angry Sex, Ghost Sex, Love Confessions, Open / Ambiguous Ending) – In which Sherlock Holmes is a ghost.

To be loved by Strange_johnlock (E, 12,436 w., 8 Ch. || Post S3, Established Relationship, First Person POV Sherlock, Pet Names, Soft Sherlock, Mild ADHD, Protective John, Captain Watson, Body Appreciation, Bottomlock, Rough Sex, Travelling for Holidays, Introspection, Sherlock Loves John So Much It Hurts) – John is so deeply integrated into the work, both as my conductor of light, and as a great shot with a vicious right hook who tackles men -and women- no matter their size all in my defense. He protects me with all he can without question, and this loyalty is surely more than I deserve. Or: Sherlock is counting his blessings.

The Invocation of Saint Margaret by Ewebie (E, 15,831 w., 1 Ch. || POV John,  Crossing Timelines, Light Angst, Fluff, Series 3 John / Series 1 Sherlock, The Matchbox, Mushy Romance, First Time, Bisexual John, Pining John, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Sensuality, Emotional Love Making, Snippets of Time) – When Sherlock Holmes opens the matchbox from The Sign of Three and John finds himself years in the past, back to that first dinner at Angelo's with a much younger Sherlock Holmes. Is he dreaming?

The Palmyra Atoll by elwinglyre (E, 16,609 w., 3 Ch. || TSo3 Divergence / Episode Fix-It, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapped John Watson, John Whump, Evil Mary, Angst, Cuddling & Snuggling, Toplock, Limited 3rd John POV) – As John's preparing for the wedding, Sherlock is preparing to have his heart broken, and Mary is prepared to do the unthinkable. Intervention required. Enter Sherlock. Set before Sign of Three with a far different outcome. John is drugged, kidnapped, and left on an island, but not just any old island.

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

The Wisteria Tree by SilentAuror (E, 29,773 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Emotional Love Making, Amnesia/Memory Loss, Sherlock Loves John So Much, Sherlock POV, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending, First Times, Hurt/Comfort, Est. Rel., Retirement) – Sherlock wakes up from a month-long coma only to discover that he has no memory of the previous six years to his own shock as well as John's...

Only To Be With You by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (M, 40,768 w., 4 Ch. || Black Mirror / Future AU || Character Death, Future Technology, Sickness/Cancer/Illness, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, First Person POV John, Pining John, Heart-Wrenching Angst) – I tell myself that next time I’ll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black. I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where I’ll wait and what I’ll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. It’s only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this won’t be the last time I Visit. It won’t be the last time at all.

Guidelines by WithLoweredVoices (M, 43,018 w., 15 Ch. || Winglock || Angels, Fantasy, Angst, BAMF! John, War, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Jealous John, Falling in Various Ways, Needy Sherlock) – The Good Soldier, one of the oldest and strongest of the fallen, is offered a bargain: to live as John Watson and to Guide a fledgling archangel so that he will stay on the path of good. Of course, Sherlock Holmes has different ideas about his destiny. Fantasy AU. Warnings for violence, occasional gore, and a whole load of hurt and angst.

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Isosceles by SilentAuror (E, 56,609 w., 7 Ch. || Post-S4, POV John, Original Male Character / Sherlock Dates Another Man, Love Triangle, Jealous John, Virgin Sherlock, Sexual Coaching, Angst, Romance, Domesticity, Unrequited Feelings, Miscommunication, First Kiss/Time, For a Case, Friends With Benefits, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Spooning) – After solving a case for a major celebrity, Sherlock gets himself asked out. When John asks, he discovers that Sherlock has no intention of going, at least not until John agrees to coach him through whatever he might need to know for his date...

The Thing Is by TSylvestris (E, 56,743 w., 21 Ch. || Case Fic, Dev. Rel., Anal/Oral, Blow Jobs, Meddling Mycroft, Drama, Romance, Humour, Casual Encounters, Pining Idiots, Possessive Sherlock, Orgasm Delay, Rough / Alley Sex, Public Sex, John Whump, Drugged John, Emotional Love Making, Awkward Relationship, Marriage of Convenience, Switchlock) – The problem with living with Sherlock, John thought, was that you never, never, ever knew the significance of anything. Like your flatmate's nose buried in your hair. Whilst you're in bed. Part 1 of Nitroglycerine

White Knight by DiscordantWords (M, 69,840 w., 13 Ch. || S4 Compliant/Post S4, Marriage For a Case, Jealous John, Pining John, Janine / Sherlock Fake Relationship, Serial Killers, Case Fic, Undercover as a Couple, Weddings, John is a Mess, Misunderstandings, Wedding Planning, Jealousy, Drunkenness, Love Confessions, Angst with Happy Ending) – Green. The word green was used to convey a great many things. Illness. Envy. Inexperience. Standing there amidst Janine's chattering bridesmaids, watching Sherlock furrow his brow and study fabric swatches, watching him smile and simper and flirt, John thought it a remarkably apt colour choice. Because he felt quite sick to his stomach, he feared the source of said sickness might very well be jealousy, and he had absolutely no idea at all what to do about it. Or: Sherlock needs to fake a relationship for a case. He doesn't ask John.

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction, Anxious/Insecure Sherlock, Miscommunication, Emotional Lovemaking) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Two Two One Bravo Baker by abundantlyqueer (E, 114,574 w., 27 Ch. || Military AU || Afghanistan, War Story, Thriller) – Captain John Watson of 40 Commando, the Royal Marines, is assigned to protect and assist Sherlock Holmes as he investigates what appears to be a simple war atrocity in Afghanistan. An intense attraction ignites between the two men as they uncover a conspiracy that threatens everything they’ve ever known, but Sherlock is as much hunted as hunter, and everyone close to him is in deadly danger. Can he solve the case in time to save himself and John? Part 1 of Two Two One Bravo Baker Universe

Not Broken, Just Bent by Schmiezi (E, 87,585 w., 43 Ch. || Pining, Love Confessions, Rape/Sexual Assault, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Villain!Mary, Suicidal Ideations, Main Character Death, Sherlock First Person POV, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Love Making, Possessiveness, Depression, PTSD, Kidnapping, Virgin Sherlock, Eventual Happy Ending) – "For a second, I allow myself to remember teaching John how to waltz. There is a special room in my mind palace for it. A big one, with a proper parquet dance floor. For a second, I go there. I remember holding him, closer than the World Dance Council asks for, excusing it with the fact that we are training for a wedding, not for a competition. For a second, I feel his hand on mine again, smell his sweat, hear the song we used. For a second, I allow myself to love him deeply. For a second, only a second, that love reflects on my face." Fix-it for S3, starting at the end of TSoT. Evil Mary.

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”  

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU ||  BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

[oftenderweapons]

Stress Reliever  - Namjoon

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 3.9k words

Genre: smut, angst, fluff

Rating: 18+

Hello! As I mentioned in a previous post, I’ll be publishing longer scenarios which could actually be considered small one-shots. The first theme will be stress-relieving/angry sex (’cause let’s admit it, that’s one great way to blow off some steam and ease some tension) 

I’ll be following the official order, so I’ll start with Namu uwu. 

I don’t really think I need to say this is smut, and filth and an unedited mess. Let’s just move on to trigger warnings. 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: swearing; unprotected sex within an established relationship (wrap it before you tap it, and please get checked for STIs regularly) lingerie kink, DADDY kink (like, how could I not) plus Joon is fucking packed and we all fucking know it, dirty language, allusions to cheating (but like, not really, how could one possibly cheat on daddy big dick Joon? Ha, not me), spanking, ddlg/bdsm dynamics, brat!reader, oral (female receiving, mentions of male receiving), peaches and cream (don’t look at me like that, how could I NOT do this) marking, biting, overstimulation and ruined orgasm (listen, daddy makes the rules, it’s not my fault, next time be less of a brat), cumplay, mild angst (lack of attention, abandonement issues). RIP to y/n’s deceased La Perla set. I suppose this is all? This is quite pwp, but not really. About 3900 words.

Also, here you can find my masterlist. Enjoy!

Your day had been phenomenal, your boss had complimented you and assigned you a new office as you joined your new team. You had celebrated going out for lunch with your new colleagues, getting to understand the dynamics and roles within the groups. Since you were given a free afternoon to receive a general briefing and celebrate your promotion you went off work earlier than usual, deciding to get yourself a nice new dress and some celebratory lingerie, all Italian lace and silken bows.

But your mood was sour. Namjoon didn't even bother reading your text, ignoring you all day, which normally would not bother you, but considering how hard you had been working for that promotion and how tired you were, but most importantly considering he knew how much it mattered to you, it really upset you. And you were meaning to make him pay for it. 

As you arrived at home you started getting ready, you bathed and did a face mask, hair all pretty and soft, fixed your nails. You felt gorgeous. Gorgeous and furious. Which was normally a very entertaining combination when you added Namjoon, who was currently absent without justification. He should have arrived home twenty minutes ago. 

When he finally came through the front door, you were lounging annoyed on the sofa. 

"Hi." 

You did not answer. And he didn't even notice, nor look at you. 

He went straight to the bedroom, got rid of his clothes and wore something comfy, going straight to the kitchen. 

"No dinner?" He asked. 

"I'm going out." He looked up to where you were sitting, a little baffled. 

"And no dinner?" 

"I called at the Garden, booked a table for two at nine. You could get ready in fifteen. It's on me."

His forehead creased. "I'm a bit tired."

You raised a brow. "I'm going out anyway." 

He huffed out. "Okay. Let me wear something decent."

Five minutes later he headed out, in jeans and a white shirt. He looked completely insane, the sleeves slightly rolled up, his hair pushed back. "Am I okay?" 

"You look divine." You were too turned on to deny him a compliment. "I'm sorry I made you dress up. I really wanna destress." 

His half tired look in his eyes had disappeared, probably thank to the brief shower he had taken. "It's good, baby."

You headed to the restaurant, his hand perched on your knee during the drive, his head heavy on your shoulder. He still hadn't mentioned your promotion. 

A nice waiter welcomed the two of you, he must have been new, considering you had never seen him before and you and Joon were pretty much two regulars there. 

He accompanied the two of you to the table, your hand reaching for your man, while he looked absolutely lost, completely disconnected from you. Even at the table you tried to spark a conversation but he was entirely unresponsive, only mentioning that he had been working on his new collaboration and he had been late because he had to meet the singer. The fact that it was a woman low-key triggered you. It's not like you were jealous, or maybe you were, but jealousy was a feeling you had felt before and you had always had the self control not to act upon it. However, mixing that mild jealousy with the disappointment of him not acknowledging your promotion and your special effort for your looks, together with his detached demeanour had you starting something you never thought you would have the guts to do. 

You started being excessively polite -- borderline saccharine -- to the cute waiter, asking for his name and behaving in an almost too friendly way, offering him nice smiles and sugary 'thank you's. 

Not that Namjoon seemed to notice. 

You were getting half an idea to gently grab the waiter's wrist and write your phone number on his forearm just to see what your boyfriend would do. 

By the time you finished your main course and got ready to close your meal with dessert, you were so upset you gave up on your usual tiramisu, telling Geonwu -- the waiter -- to hand you the bill. Namjoon seemed to get out of his bubble for a second, as you turned down the dessert, suddenly triggered by your strange change of habit. He must have really upset you, he thought as you gave the waiter your card and waited for the payment to be processed. 

A few minutes later you entered your apartment, kicking your shoes and heading for the bedroom. You hoped he would trip over your discarded shoes. Damn him. 

In front of the mirror in your ensuite, you started taking off your makeup, slowly undoing your hair. You hated him. 

He reached the bedroom too, standing in the door between your room and the bathroom, looking at you through the mirror. 

"I know what you were trying to do at dinner." He crossed his arms. "I don't like it at all." 

"I wouldn't have done it if you had payed attention to me." You took off your earrings and your watch. The necklace he had given you for your first anniversary. "But you were… Busy."

"So you wanted me to pay attention." He came up behind you, pressing himself against your backside. "Sorry thing I already knew you would land that promotion." He kissed your neck, slowly starting to unbutton the mother pearl buttons on your silk camisole. "So I thought I could keep you on edge and make you snap at me, make you so angry you would finally take all that tension off on me."

You held your breath as he nibbled at your neck. "And I know you were trying to rile me up and make me jealous just to get me to fuck you like crazy, uh?" 

He finished with the buttons and untucked your shirt, discovering the black lace corset underneath. 

"Was this part of the plan, little vixen?" He toyed with the strings of the undergarment, his sex now hard against your back. 

You nodded eagerly. 

"Then bend the fuck over cause Imma teach you a lesson." He lifted up your pencil skirt. "These are new, aren't they?" He said teasing the fabric. 

"Yes, daddy. I bought them for you." You just wanted him to snap, hoping that your submission would spark up his dominance. 

You saw a shiver ran down his spine. "So kind, but you didn't bend over yet. And this won't save you from your punishment." He said, pressing a heavy hand between your wing blades and pushing you down. "You know daddy likes giving you attention, so why didn't you ask?" 

"I didn't want to bother you, daddy." You already felt a whine in your voice, a petulant, bratty tone emerging. 

“I still don't get whether I should treat you like the brat you are or like the good girl you’re desperately trying to be.” Suddenly you felt the heavy smack of him delivering the first hit. You moaned out in relief and arousal. “You better keep quiet. You kept quiet while you should have told me you wanted me, so now that you wanna talk you’d better keep it down, brat.” he delivered another spank, making his point clear. “Understood?”

“Yes, daddy.” You lifted your head, your eyes rolling up from under your lashes.

He licked his lips and used his spare hand to hold your chin up high, so to maintain eye-contact. “Good girl.” He caressed your bum delicately. “Shall we say that you received your promotion at nine a.m., and now it's almost midnight. That makes it fifteen hours of you keeping it from me. Considering that you’re always so eager when I spank you I won’t include the first two blows I already gave you. Now hold tight because dirty girls like you don’t learn their lessons from soft punishments.”

By the thirteenth blow you were gripping the sink, knuckles white, face blushed with effort, a coat of arousal and sweat slickening your thighs. Namjoon’s tempo had slightly slowed down in order to softly brush your sensitive skin between a spank and another. “Come on, two more, ____. Enjoy them.”

He hit you with full force. Considering that you’d got used to the pain, your tolerance adjusting to his attack, he must have really put some fury in the last two. 

Now finally done with your punishment, he moved you slightly to the side, so to use the sink to cool down his palms. “Next time I should use a paddle. No use hurting my hands for punishing a spoiled brat.” Some part of you already felt a dark craving, moaning at the thought. He snickered at how hungry you always were for him.

He passed the cool skin of his hands on your glutes, offering you a small reprieve, taking care of you without giving any explicit sign of your punishment being over. You knew it wasn’t, and it didn’t surprise you when he hooked his fingers in your panties and dragged them down your legs, kneeling to unhook them from your feet. “Those don’t deserve to be ripped.” Now at perfect eye level with your slit, he couldn’t help but give in to the smell and taste of you, licking up your soaked thighs, nuzzling his lips against your sex, delivering one sweet kiss. “Can you take it like a girl good and make daddy happy or do you wanna slow down?”

He probably knew how exhausted your muscles must have been from the position you were into. However, you wanted it your way. “Make daddy happy.” You murmured.

He smiled like a madman, still between your thighs, biting one of the few spots that weren’t bright red on your behind. He raised to his feet, towering over your bent shape, his nimble finger undoing his belt and jeans, gripping his hard on and using the tip to tease your entrance. “Baby, you got me so hard, watching you take your spanks so well, your ass so soft, quivering like jelly. You should see yourself right now, baby. Looking like a wet dream.” 

He caressed down your shoulders, using his free hand to hold your waist. You knew he wouldn’t bend down to kiss you, that would be so out of character. And considering he hadn’t stretched you out, you also knew it would hurt. 

“Ready?”

You nodded. “Yes, daddy.” He offered you his hand in your own and you gripped it hard as he slowly sinked in. It took him half a minute to bottom out. A deep groan followed. “So good, babe.” 

You released a heavy breath, squeezing you inner muscles lightly. “Woah baby, fuck.” He swore viciously, carefully beginning to roll his hips, both his hands on your waist, one of yours joining there, reaching for his fingers, craving for a small sign of affection while he was being careful not to hurt the bruises already forming on you ass. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, looking for the smallest sign of discomfort on your face and posture. Once adjusted, you arched further, allowing him a shift in angle that had him hissing and throwing his head back. His beautiful, dark hair followed, catching your attention in the mirror. His chest, still covered in the shirt, inflated, straining the buttons on his sternum. You would have done anything in that moment to kiss the small triangle of skin appearing at the base of his neck. 

Now newly focused, his eyes opened and fixed on you, while one of his hands moved to your breast, still covered in the corset, toying with your nipple, then gripping the flesh with his big palm.

“Joonie,” you dared murmur as his pace intensified. 

“You good baby?” He slowed down again, in fear he was hurting you. 

“So good, Joonie, I just—” You shut up a second, needing to focus before you continued your sentence. “I wanna cum, daddy.”

“It’s okay baby, let me take you there.” He made you turn your face and caressed your cheek tenderly, using his other hand to reach between your thighs, drawing taunting, tight circles on your clit, with just the right pace and pressure. God only knew how he did that. 

“Keep squeezing me baby, so close.” He gripped the back of your neck for leverage and his thrusts got stronger and faster, you completely losing it over the way his hips stayed closer to yours and pushed harder, pulling out just an inch before plunging in again. 

Your orgasm washed over you with sweet relief and you were sure it would have gone on for a bit less than a minute hadn’t Joon pulled out of you, his hand still toying with your clit, his vicious fingers way too skilled not to know how much he was affecting you -- and how wrong it all felt. “Joon, inside!” You cried out, barely coherent, only now noticing in the reflection that his arm was moving aggressively, his lower lip caught between his teeth before it slipped out, his jaw angrily clenching in a way that made you want to turn around and suck him into oblivion. 

“This ass still needs something.” He spat out through gritted teeth. 

Your mouth opened in wonder as you felt him press his tip to your skin, his hot flesh turning even hotter when he groaned out almost desperately, one hand still on his shaft, milking out his cum. 

“Do you like that, daddy?” You teased, wanting nothing but his fucked out babbling to praise you. 

“Love it, vixen, you nasty little fucker. I’ll put a damn ring on your dirty finger someday.” He muttered, his high almost over, the hand on your mound parting your labia before he slipped in sloppily, some drops of his orgasm ending inside you, while the rest made a sticky mess between the two of you.

He crumbled forward, mouth at your neck, his spine arching up away from you as he kept pushing his hips against yours, chest deflating with heavy breaths. One of your hands removed the fingers still massaging your sex into overstimulation. You were both a sweaty bundle of limbs, exhausted and brainless. 

“I’m so in love with you, ____.” He whispered in your ear. “My perfect baby.” The hand under you slipped to your chest, helping you handle the weight of your upper body. “Can you wait like this a couple seconds? I need to clean you up before we make a mess.”

You nodded sleepily while he stretched towards the closest towel, wetting the cloth under the tap and placing it against your skin as he slipped out. The arm under you helped you rise up, his mouth immediately kissing your cheek. 

“Did I go too hard?” He asked, his free hand touching you in tenderness and devotion, stroking your heated skin. He used a clean corner of the towel to swipe the dirty spots on your behind, then cleaning himself roughly.

“It was amazing.” Your head propped on his shoulder, your neck stressed because of your previous position. 

“Let me take you to the bathtub and ease out the knots on your muscles, yes?” He discarded the cloth and turned you around, kissing you softly and fondly. “I’m so proud of you.” He kissed you again. “You’re amazing.” He pressed his mouth to your forehead, “and now I wanna take care of you.”

He took off your corset with care, knowing how sensitive you were, but also how tired your body was, incapable of handling any violent push and pull to undo the garment. 

“Tell me you didn’t ruin it.” You said, voice imploring. 

“No. I was careful. I still regret ruining that La Perla I got you for your birthday. The colour looked so good on you.” He blushed, completely oblivious that two minutes ago he had been an unbelievably sexy, self-confident man spanking you and ruining your orgasm without the smallest hesitation. 

“I feel so spoiled, I took a bath this afternoon.” You murmured, thinking of all the wasted water. 

“Would you prefer a shower?” He asked, already closing the tap.

You nodded. Your muscles were sore but your conscience was still awake.

Opening the enormous shower he loved so much, he helped you sit down on the wide seat on the wall, flinching as the cold marble made contact with your bruising skin. 

Namjoon looked at you with wide eyes, feeling sorry for the pain you were feeling because of his selfishness. 

“Can I make it better?” He asked, caressing your face gently before pushing your hair back. His concerned tone made your insides melt. 

“I think that having a proper orgasm with your tongue between my legs would help.”

“You’re a spoiled brat. Never gonna learn.” He tried sounding angry, but the smile on his face told you otherwise. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You opened your legs wide as he kneeled before you. “You mentioned putting a ring on it, Joonie.” You teased, the inside joke between the two of you now sounding way too serious after he said it in that context, with that voice just an orgasm ago. 

“Careful or I’ll wife you.” He kissed your inner thigh, biting playfully. “Fill you up with babies.” He bit the other side. “Have you barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.”

“Please do, kind sir.” You begged, laughter spilling from your mouth.

He positively laughed at that, his fit of giggles tickling your skin. You were overflowing with love for him.

“Sounds shady coming from a lady who was flirting with the waiter at dinner just tonight.” He started sucking at your skin, the tissue bruising easily after his harsh treatment. “Do you think I forgot?”

Here he was again: gone Joonie, welcome daddy. “I’m sorry.”

He laughed sarcastically against your other thigh, now just a couple centimetres away from your heat. “Do you think he could have done you like that?” His hand grasped your breast, squeezing it viciously. “Like I did tonight?”

“No, daddy.” Your mouth opened as he started rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Do you think he could discipline you?” He asked, his voice matching the love bite on the soft skin of your crotch where your thigh met your pelvis. 

“Of course no, daddy.” You repeated, shifting delicately in your seat to accommodate his mouth.

“Good.” He perched your legs on his shoulders, then his tongue licked your labia forcefully, your flesh and his adhering perfectly, the bridge of his nose rubbing your clit deliciously. 

The angle was difficult, and if it hadn’t been for the whole sink ordeal, you would have probably balanced yourself on your arms and used your hips to fuck his face midair, but from the way he was looking at you, you could tell Namjoon knew he couldn’t trust your body like that tonight, the risk of you slipping because of a lousy grip or tired muscles too high. 

Much to your dismay, he parted his mouth from your cunt, meeting your gaze. You loved seeing how blissful he got when he was using his mouth between your legs, his brain too focused to think of anything else. It was his go-to stress reliever.

“Hold tight. Be careful.” He said with intention, as he moved an arm behind your back and brought you closer to his face, making you plant your feet on the ground as he laid down on the empty floor. With some attentive adjustments, following his lead, you ended up straddling his face, his head luckily away from the stream of water falling from the shower head. 

“I need you to ride daddy’s face, little vixen. Show me how much you wanna belong to me.” He teased with a dark growl. 

“That sounds so good daddy!” You squealed enthusiastically. “I’m going to make you so proud.” You promised, smiling at him before his mouth latched on you, his arms snaking around your waist and dragging you down. 

“I’m so happy when you lick me, daddy.” You said, voice mischievous, while he enthusiastically picked up his pace.

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world.” His tongue lashed on your clit mercilessly as he kept pumping your most sensitive part with the muscles of his cheeks, hollowing them with the force of his movement. 

“I’ll learn...” Your breath caught in your lungs. “I’ll be so good to you.” 

His hands helped you balance yourself attentively, chasing your high, until you felt your eyes closing, the room spinning around you and your hips moving on their own command, your climax already possessing you. 

“Daddy, please, that’s...” The breathiest moan exited your mouth, your arms collapsing, Namjoon’s hands on your hips the only thing keeping you from smashing face first against the tiles. He moved his head with wide sweeps upwards, accompanying you through your high. In the meantime you managed to readjust, your weight now again in control, you eased Namjoon’s arms, thinking of how tired he must be. 

You lifted yourself up, sliding away from his face, down to his lap. 

He was incredibly hard, once more, quite unusually. “Please, let me ride you, daddy.” You tried to persuade him. “I’ll do all the work.” You were literally batting your eyelashes at him. 

He laughed breathlessly. “How can I tell you no, baby, when you sound so nice?”

“Can I?” You pouted. 

“Yes, baby.” He groaned.

You were on him in two seconds, grabbing him, squeezing him gently in your palm -- at which he shut his eyes tight -- and holding his tip towards your entrance, sliding on it flawlessly. 

“You feel amazing, ____.” He breathed from his spot on the floor, still in the same position as you’d left him after your mind-blowing climax.

You moaned out at the sound of your name, going already pretty fast to make sure that you both came as soon as possible. Namjoon’s hands led your vicious pace while your hand, already toying with your core, made sure that you could come to the edge of your third high within a few minutes. “Joonie, tell me you’re close.”

“Keep going, baby, almost there. Use your-- oh that!” His mouth opened, eyes scrunched. “There!” 

You smirked naughtily as you worked him with your kegels, hips gyrating on him.

“Joonie, help.” You called out, noticing that his arms were going slack. 

Exhaustion was getting to the both of you, but as he pushed up, chasing his sensations, you felt the change of angle and in a couple seconds you felt his hot cum fill your every crevice, your own orgasm mixing with his as your upper body collapsed, mouth searching for his neck. “Joonie.”

“Here.” His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as your legs started shaking and giving out. “I’ve got you, ____ baby.”

Your nose brushing against the side of his jaw, teeth scraping gently against the vein on his neck, you let your body be lulled by his breathing. 

“Love, let’s finish this shower and head to bed, yes?” He caressed your hair back, lovingly.

You have little memory of what happened afterwards, except his weight beside you on the mattress, the lights switching off his heartbeat calling you to sleep.

[the-fiction-witch]

Tonights The Night

MOVIE NANNY MCPHEE AGE UP

COUPLE SIMON X READER

RATING FLIRTY

I stood in the bathroom looking at my reflection unable to stop picking at myself while my siblings got ready for bed, and I got ready for tonight.

"Are you going to be in the bathroom all night Simon?" Eric asked leaning in the door with his book

"Uhh no, sorry Eric" I answered fixing my hair for the hundredth time in the last five minutes combing it though again

"I take it your meeting with the fair miss y/l/n this evening?' he asked coming to use the sink to brush his teeth taking his toothbrush and going to sit on the rim of the bathtub

"Yeah, how'd you know?" I asked

"Well you avoided certain things at dinner, you had a bath for an hour, your not getting ready for bed, you've been fixing your hair for twenty minutes now" he sighed "seemed likely you had a date tonight"

"I do, with y/n" I blushed

"I know Simon, she's the only girl you ever see"

"It's a special night tonight" I blushed

"Ohh? Your anniversary is it?" He asked

"No, better. much, much better" I smiled giddy with excitement

"Well don't keep me in suspense"

"Tonights The Night" I blushed washing my face again

"For?"

"You know..." I smirked at him leaning on the sink and it seemed to click "tonights The Night" I smiled

"Ooohh" he smirked "your going to?"

"Yeah, all the way" I smiled almost bouncing I was so excited

"All the way?"

"Yeah, she promised"

"You two haven't... Done that already?"

"No,"

"You've been dating like four years Simon"

'well we wanted to wait, till we where older, more mature, and all that,' I explain "but tonights The Night we're going all the way, she's gonna let me.... Umm I don't wanna talk about it I'll get to excited"

"Have you two kissed?"

"Of course we have"

"Have you made out?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you felt boob?"

"Brefily, once. Over her dress while we where making out... She didn't notice. Or if she did she didn't mention it"

"Have you ever touched each other?'

"No, she's brushed it a couple of times but that's it"

"So you haven't even like fingered her?" He asked "or got a blow job? Or anything!"

"Nope, never"

"So what's the plan tonight then?"

"We're meeting down by the river, near the bridge and then when her parents have gone off to work then we're sneaking back into hers and then... You know"

"Yeah but what exactly are you going to do?"

"Uuuuhhh I have no idea. I assume we'll go up to her room and make out a little then she'll let me... Touch, and the maybe she can touch and then, we can do the thing"

"The thing?'

"Yeah you know... THE thing"

"You are going to have sex?"

"Yeah, right. Sex" I blush

"Are you.... nervous?'

"A little" I blush "I mean I've never done it before, with anyone, let alone y/n and I don't know I wanna make a good impression the first time we ...do it, and I wanna make her feel good and I want, her to make me feel good and I wanna seem experienced but not too experienced and excited but not over excited..." I explain

"Simon listen, no matter what you do your going to look back at this first time and see it as terrible and awkward. Just enjoy it, don't think too, much and don't over hype it. It'll suck the first time, just trying not to blow to early and maybe you'll get to see her naked" he explained

"How do you know about all this?" I asked him

"Ohh me and Lina have been doing it for ages now"

"You a Lina have... Had sex?'

"Yes every Saturday we have sex"

"How did you get a girl to sleep with you so quickly eric!"

"I'm more convincing then you?" He suggested "or maybe you and y/n roll forever?"

"That's possible. We have been waiting a while" I blushed "well I'll uhh see you in the morning"

"See you" he laughs "Simon?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't bring home a baby. Dad will kill you"

"I know" I laughed

[heartxclouds]

Diabolik Lovers: Wrong Blood-Prisonned Bridal;;Part 1

[C]♡. Hello! Welcome to this blog..

This is my first try on writting my DL AU, which is called Wrong Blood-Prisonned Bridal if you are new to it! I think that I am experienced enough in writting so this is why I took the courage to write it! I do hope that you enjoy and follow the instructions clearly because yes, I have a rules in here- It isn't forced but you still need to view the rules. 📄

Rules;; {+ Instructions}

If you click on a OST link, you can hear the music ^^

When something is written in italic, it means that it's a wisper.

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In here there will be some spooky things so if you dislike that a lot, please proceed with caution. PS: Niko is a gypsy, that isn't meant as a slur. Niko is a girl that travels, does fortune telling and dances. So don't worry. I'm not here to offend.

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Thank you for reading the rules! I hope you enjoy this now. 🎃🍂

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It was afternoon, at this time.. Many kids were playing. Screams of joy because of hide and seek, sometimes pain because they fell and even tears or joy because they were laughing so much. But there was one little girl that wasn't in the mood for playing. She would rather read books at this time of the day, she had secretly picked out some books out of the small library of her mother. Vampires..What were they? Monsters- Bloodsuckers- Creatures of the night... The little gypsy girl was amazed by these stories but also terrified. Welcome to the world of the small Niko Riverdale.

Winter.. It was cold but fun, Niko turned six years old not long ago. She felt like she could be a adult any second. Niko loved to play as the little adult.. But to be honest, it was scary. People always had some type of disgusted look when they spotted a gypsy, and it was like this everywhere. But on the possitieve side.. Some people could be nice and accept them, even enjoy they're dances. A gypsy was never meant to have a bad view.. Being a gypsy was seen as some kind of culture too. The priest always said that God hates gypsy's.. That if you were one, that a spirit will haunt you.. Kill you.. Destroy you. All kids from Niko's age knew the dark reality already, God? Hah.. When did God help? That's what they were thinking.. But Niko thought otherwise, she believes that God is good.

-"Mom.. Why do people hate us?"

Niko was holding the hand of her mother while they were walking back home. Reading hour was finished and Niko had hidden those vampire themed books in her bag before her mother got to see it.

-"Ah.. Don't worry about that honey.. You know.. In this world there are people that can hate you without a good reason.. That is why we need to be strong."

Her mother had felt some un-easy feeling.. Excactly, why did people hate them? She didn't know the answer herself... She held the hand of her daughter slightly tighter, they would go to the cathedral before getting back home. She entered the building and went to the small praying spot that was there. She looked at her daughter, she would need to pick a different one.. Niko went to the Maria statue that wasn't too far away from her mother.

-"My God.. I'm here to ask you questions.. I hope that I don't bother you at this moment but..Do you hate me? Or my mom..? My gypsy people..? You know.. Today some kids didn't want to play with me.. They're parents didn't want that.. Even if it was my birtday.. Hmph.. And God, I'm 6 years old now.. That's a lot, right? Hehe.. Will you please answer me..? I now pray this in the name of our saviour. Amen.."

Niko did the quick cross sign before walking back to her mother, that seemed to have finished her praying. Niko held the hand of her mother.. Did God hear her? Will she get the message..? Who knows.. Maybe God, had a surprise.

After getting home, having dinner and having a bath.. Niko was relaxed and ready to read some more about the nocturnal horror creatures.. Curiousity really killed the cat.. And Niko was clearly the cat in this example. The moon was up.. The beautifull blue moon that shinned in Niko's room, Niko could observe those beautifull night skies forever.. She didn't realise that is was already 2 AM, Niko would be in trouble if her parents found out that she was still up.

{[OST|https://youtu.be/9xWi_RkqYiM]}

But strangely a sound ruined the silence.. Crying.. Rather disturbing. A fenale voice? Calling out for help but it all sounded like a echo. For a kid this could be creepy looking, but for Niko.. She was worried.. Not about that sudden visit in her house of a crying voice but she was actually concerned about the feelings of the person.. Did they need to escape? Was there a killer outside? No.. Not at all. Niko got out her room and walked down the hallway.. The wood plancs made a creak sound. The more Niko approached.. The more the crying became louder. She could see now.

A woman with pretty long white hair was sitting on her knees on the floor. Her clothing was white too- She also had some kind of long blue see-through scarf, she also had white gloves, pretty ones that people always wore when they were from a rich family.. Her skin was pale, as pale as porcelin.

-"Umm.. Miss..? What's wrong? What is happening..? Are you hurt..?"

Niko was a child with good manners but it was kinda weird.. How did that woman come in? The door was locked, the windows too.. Who was this woman? Or what is she? The crying didn't stop but when Niko placed her hand on the shoulder of the beauty, then she turned around and held Niko's shoulders tightly.

-"Where is h-he?! WHERE IS HE?! I NEED HIM-?! MY CHILD.. HAVE YOU SEEN MY CHILD?! AHHHH!!!? I WANT HIM BACK! I WANT HIM BACK?! HE NEEDS TO BE FIXED.. HE NEEDS TO BE HAPPY!! WHERE IS HE?! AHHH?!!?? TELL-?! TELL MEEEE AAHHHH!?!"

Niko felt paralyzed.. A random woman just came here and was finding her child.. Her child is broken? He needs to be fixed? That woman didn't look normal at all either.. She was way too pale for a human being.. It was dead skin colour.. She had long fangs too.. And also you could see through her..? A ghost-? A spirit?! Niko's eyes were tearing up- God, can God explain?! Why don't Niko's parents hear this?! Was she crazy?! Niko just got out the grip and ran to her room and locked it, she got on her bed and hid under the covers.

-"God please.. Make it stop.. Make it stop.. I'm scared.. Don't give me to Satan.. Not the devil, I beg you.. Do you hate me? Is this my curse now?"

This was a bad experience for a child, it could be traumatizing.. Niko was praying for this to stop, but then she heard the loud banging against her door- She was screamed.. The woman was still crying and screaming.

-"FIX HIM?! YOU CAN FIX HIM!! FIND HIM!! YOU MUST FIND HIM!?? DO IT PLEASE!!!"

Niko hugged her knees, she was way too scared to say anything or open the door. Niko cried in her sleep.. In the background she could still hear the crying.. The crying of a female vampire ghost..

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[{OST}|https://youtu.be/NvMROvgMOz0]

[C]...

It was night time, a few nights have passed since that incident and that woman always kept her awake- Screaming and crying.. Niko was hidding under the covers- Hoping that it would stop soon. She held her bunny plush close, it was a white bunny with red buttons as eyes.. It clearly was a old design, but she loves it. The banging on the door soon stopped.. But it replaced with a wisper. Was Niko getting crazy? Hearing wispers in her head.. That made Niko just hug her plush tighter.

-"Go to the forest.. In the forest you'll find a mansion.. I need you to fix him.. Please"

Niko looked down- She letted out a sigh.. Even if her parents forbid her to go out at night- She would do it- Like that the nights without sleep will stop..Maybe. Niko puts on her small brown boots and then got out the house after grabbing her plushie and wearing a yellow jacket, it matched her eyes perfectly. Now, Niko got in the dark forest.. Why did she forget the flashlight?? She hugged her plush tighter.

-"It's you and me mister carrots.. We will finish this.."

You could hear in Niko's voice that she was scared- She planned to get back home and get the flashlight.. But it already was too late- Her house wasn't visible anymore. Was she lost-? Niko started to tear up, she felt stressed and she could sense that there was danger close by. Niko didn't trust the sound of breaking twigs and leafes that were being crushed.. Without further hesitation, she started to run- She didn't care that she could see nothing- Her mind told her to run. And she was lucky that she started running now, because the hungry wolves were out now, howling and groaning, they wanted the eady prey that was there now.. And the prey was Niko. A girl her size and her age was as easy as catching a mouse.

{ [Wolf howling|https://youtu.be/66HKBdZe_WA]}

-"HELP!! PLEASE SOMEBODY!! WOLVES!! HELP!!"

Niko was screaming while running- But nobody was there to save her- But God must have heard her wish.. The mansion- It was there- Right infront of her! Niko quickly openned the door and got in. She heard the wolves outside, they were howling and sniffing where she was hidding. There was a moment of silence soon.. Were they gone? Niko peeked through the window to see if those carnivores were still there and it seemed that they dessapeared.

-"Hehe!! No dinner for you guys!"

Niko giggled happily, she was happy to stay alive- But soon after her short victory dance, she felt something.. No.. Someone behind her- She gulped and then slowly turned her head to see a tall man.. His eyes were some type of dark pink and his hair was purple- He also was wearing glasses. Niko stepped back as her eyes were wide from how scared she was- Will he hurt her..?

-"Entering the house of someone like that is really dissrespectfull. You need to learn some manners."

The male was getting straight to the point- His expression was serious and he clearly wasn't happy with Niko's action from before. Niko quickly openned the door and ran out- This was unexpected. She never knew that someone lived there.. No wonder that it looked so clean.

The man with glasses sighed as he watched a albino with the corner ofhis eye.

-"Oh.. So you did decide to come for dinner. I am waiting for your apologize. The dinner is cold and everyone is back to their rooms."

The purple haired man walked away, slightly annoyed. He puts his gloves on in a more comfortable manner as he was walking. The albino narrowed his eyebrows as he gave off a 'tch' noise, he just got back from the garden not long ago. Who was that girl though? How did she find this hidden mansion? He wondered.. But he won't think about it too much. He went to the dinning room.

Meanwhile, Niko had ran away from the mansion.. Fear was described in her eyes. But then- Her house, she saw it.. And yet, she didn't run far away from the mansion. Magic? How? She turned around.. Only trees were seen. How in the world? The small brunnette ran quickly to her home and her parents waited for her.. Crying tears of relief and ordering her to never ever do that again but.. Will she keep that promise-?

✧.*ೃ༄9 Years later...

The sound of the flutes and tambourines filled the streets, the gypsy's were there.. And it seemed that Niko and her sisters were the ones to dance. The same thing happened once again, for some the disgusted look and for some others there was the look of enjoyement. The gypsies how flexible and gracious moves- They always had a beautifull performance in mind. After the dance performance, niko and her sisters earned some money.. They will use this for food and clothing... And for Niko's mother, Rei. She was doing fortune telling to get money for the small house that they have.

The golden eyes of the brunnette spotted a animal..A cat..A white one to be specefic. She stared at it for quite a while- The cat looked at Niko and purred before walking away. Niko sighed a bit as she furrowed her eyebrows. Then Niko realised that her siblings were already going back home- She better quickly catch up with them.. Niko openned the door of the house and watched her father, he was laying on his usual dark blue couch.. She sighed and went to him, seeing that he was sleeping for bow. Niko smiled softly and puts a blanket over her father.. You could sleep better if you were cozy and warm. Niko remembered that she needed to handle something quick- She went to the door and openned it.

-"Where are you going?"

Her big brother John saw that she was planning to leave..Even if it was almost dinner time. He placed the wood in the fire, it was spring and yet it felt like it was still winter.

-"I'm going to the church.. I'll be back home soon though, see ya..!"

Niko got out once more and step by step made her way to the holy building..To be honest, the church was scary.. All dark colours and paintings of suffering- Even some god statues were scary. But Niko always felt much calmer when she saw the Maria statue. She closed her eyes and held her hands together.

-"God.. It is already nine years and three months that this ghost is haunting me.. The cries, they scare. Please help me..Give me a sign to freedom. In the name of our saviour. Amen.."

Niko could not live forever with this kind of ghost that visits her each night. Each time begging to save her child more specefictly her son.. What was this all about? She letted out a sigh- A sad one.. A concerned one. Was this all in her head? Was Niko getting crazy? Her parents and siblings didn't realky believe her.. Her mother did but she didn't know what to do. She rubbed her forehead and just went back home after doing the little cross sign. Niko really believed that god exists.. That someone is watching you.. Sins, Actions, Desires..Wishes. It was scary and yet so releaving in her opinion. After having dinner and a family talk, it was time to prepare for bed. Niko took a shower to refresh herself, she brushed her teeth, got in a fresh nightgown and then finnaly got in bed.

{ [OST|https://youtu.be/aG-39UWA4u0]}

Niko knew what will be going on tonight, she just hoped that it will stop. Each time, she repeats that hope. 12 pm.. It's almost time, Niko's eyes stayed open- She probably won't be able to sleep this night again. This was a punishement.. Was it really though? Niko didn't know but it was horrible to go through.

-"Go..Go.. Go back to the mansion.. He needs you.. You need to make him happy. Please. That's my only wish.."

-"W-Why can't you just leave me alone?"

-"Go..Go.. Go back to the mansion.. He needs you.. You need to make him happy. Please. That's my only wish.."

This repeated over and over again. Niko tried to get a other answer but it still was the same the "Go..Go.. Go back to the mansion.. He needs you.. You need to make him happy. Please. That's my only wish.." was always repeating. Niko had enough, she will go back there, early in the morning to not get wolves or other wild animals after her.

And she really did this plan. In the morning, around 5 am, she got up and got in her red gypsy dress and she wrapped a yellow scarf around her waist, she also puts on her yellow bandana after that she had brushed her long brown hair. She took a quick toast from the kitchen and frowned. She will return back home like last time, she was sure that it would happen as planned.

-"Let's get done with this"

Niko mumbled after getting out and going to the forest. Niko could see now where she was going. It wasn't dark, it was sunny already. The brunnette tried to find the mansion, but it was nowhere to be seen. It really annoyed her, she wanted to not be haunted by that woman anymore, she didn't want to struggle anymore with it. This was going to be the end. Did she really need to wish for the mansion to appear out of nowhere??

Niko ran through the bushes but that caused her to trip, she shook her head and got up after wiping some of the dirt away. But then.. When she lifted her eyes back up to normal. It was there- The mansion that she searched for for hours long. Niko stepped towards the gates-

Niko gulped when the gates went open on it's own. This was..Magic? No way. She must be dreaming. Niko slapped her cheeks with her hands.

-"Gah.. Niko-chan.. Wake uppppp..! Owie-"

Niko stopped slapping her cheeks and took a big inhale before taking the courage to enter the territory of the mansion. A certain stress overwhelmed Niko, it was uncomfortable... As if she was going in some type of haunted mansion. The crows were watching Niko, some letting out their loud bird noises.. These type of birds were mostly around graveryards. Which made this give more of a creepy atmosphere. Niko knocked on the door and waited- She learned last time that shouldn't just enter a house/mansion out of nowhere.. But hey she had no other choice. Niko saw that the door openned.. But weirdly nobody was behind it. Anyone would be running away from this already..No? Niko would have loved to do that but she really wanted to get the spirit away from her. So- Niko got in and looked around..

-"Helloo?? Someone here..? Uh.."

{[OST|https://youtu.be/_iF7lkXKHlA]}

Niko wanted to check first of course. And yet, there was no reply.. Maybe they weren't home? The brunnette wanted to know what the woman meant. 'Make him happy' 'Fix him' 'He needs you', her only wish. The spirit meant a person? Of course- Niko facepalmed. The brunnette still felt that same uncomfortable feeling, that feeling of being watched. This place wasn't safe.. It wasn't safe at all!! Niko had shivers running down her spine. Blood.. Blood running down the walls, Niko's visions made her think that.. This mansion.. It had bad secrets.. Secrets that nobody should ever know about.

Run..

Niko's mind kept telling her to run. Run for your life. Run for you freedom before-

Niko had ran back to the front door, it won't open?! No no- This wasn't the plan. God, what did Niko end up into?! Tears ran down her cheeks as fear took her over once more, was she trapped? Was this a prank??

Niko felt a hand on her shoulder.. She hesitated to look behind, but after some seconds she did. A albino man, right there..Glaring down at her with his intimidating look. Niko could not take it anymore.. She fainted. The man catched her in time and groaned.

Run for your freedom before it's too late..

It's too late...

He snarled when he saw her exposed neck with her black chocker necklace. He seemed to hold back something- He seemed to control it for now. The man openned his lips to speak out his words;

End of episode 1... 🍂

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Time taken: Started on 6 oct 2020- Finished on 14 oct 2020.

Credits;; Story (@me); Edits (@Me) Niko at the gates (Old edit)

I hope that you enjoyed! And I also hope that you would like to follow my journey of Wrong Blood!

See you soon... 🎃

I had posted this long ago but I wanted to share it here too♡

[xicarcalii]

Babysitter in training (Billy Hargrove x Henderson!reader) preview

“Billy, thanks for doing this again it really means a lot.”

“No problem, darlin’... you ask I come, I’m easy like that.” Billy smirked, looking around the small family home. You rolled your eyes with a grin appearing on your face as you closed the door when he stepped inside. “Michelle your babysitter’s here,” you called out. Billy furrowed his brows, “babysitter?” That was Harrington's name around town not his. “And few things before I go...” You ran into the kitchen only to come back with a list of things your daughter did as a nightly routine. This didn’t come as a surprise to Billy. Always organized; the perfectionist that had everything mapped out almost like a game plan. If you didn’t have it written down on a piece of paper ahead of time, you were a mess. That was just one of the many things he loved and missed about you – still thought it was cute as hell. You peered over your shoulder towards the clock, it read 5:58.

“Okay, it’s only 6:00 which means you're going to have to make her dinner. Don’t worry though, she’s not a picky eater the girl loves food.” Billy smiled to himself – you were the same way, “she will try everything in her power to swoon you into giving her have ice – cream for dinner and I'm pretty sure you already know the answer to that.”

Billy nodded again and mumbled a “yep.”

“She can have it for snack but only three small scoops, too much and you mind as well call her Taz. Her bedtime varies: if she has a bath, she’ll usually clonk out by 8:45 but she had one last night so you’re good with that. Her normal bedtime is 9:30 on the dot and please don’t forget to have her brush her teeth –”

“(Y/N) calm down, I got this. I mean, how hard can it be?”

“You haven't met my daughter yet so hold your tongue, Hargrove.” You knew Michelle was in good hands with Billy. He was no Steve Harrington when it came to being ‘Babysitter of the Year’ but you could tell he wanted to help and that he was dedicated no doubt which you appreciated. You let out a sigh, looking down at your feet. Billy watched you as you kicked around at the rug by the door and rubbing your sweaty palms on your jeans. He was making you nervous which made him smirk to himself. It made him happy to know he still had that effect on you; he just hoped it was the good kind of nervous.

You know? The one you get around a crush.

“Look, I know you’ll be okay with her. It's just I've never left her with a stranger before. It’s only Steve, Dustin, or Nicky that usually watch her for me and I’m just worried about how she’ll react.”

Of course, you and Steve still kept in touch. After everything that happen how could you not? He was there for you when Billy wasn’t. He didn’t want to be mad or upset about that – you guys weren't together but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little pissed. If he hadn't fucked everything up, you’d probably be still with him. Maybe had even started a family of your own in California but a man can dream right? Right. Billy would just have to be content with what he had right now. Sure, it wasn’t all what he wanted but he still got to see you which was better than nothing. He just hoped you were single and the girl's father wasn’t in the picture. A little selfish on his part but a part of him wanted that. Maybe he could fix things and start fresh...hell, he would even help you raise Michelle.

Maybe. Just maybe.

“Michelle, come one babe, Aunt Jackie will have my butt if I'm late,” you called out. Billy broke out of thought when the faint sound of pitter – pattered footsteps quickly approached the front door from the living room.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!” And in came in a five – year – old Michelle. Her blonde hair draped down softly curling along the ends in pig tails held by two red bows. A striped red and purple dress accompanied with black leggings, and sneakers; red socks peeking through at the bottom. She was the cutest thing he had ever seen. Though, it might have just been because she was yours.

“And Billy, don’t forget her bedtime story. For my sake or I’ll never hear the end of it after tonight...”

He smiled, “I won’t Henderson. If she’s anything like you, which I’m pretty sure she is, she’ll reminded me every hour until my head spontaneously combusts.” Michelle’s footsteps faulted as she got closer. Blue eyes went wide and filled with curiosity at the sight of the unknown man by the door, “whoa mister, you are one very bulky man.” She examined him with genuine amazement: she had never seen such a big guy before. Yes, she was little, and used to having to look up at people. But this was probably the first time she had to take a step back first. Your eyes widened at the little girl's impulsive behavior and choice of words. “Michelle, was that necessary?”

@hargrovesprincess @80steenmovie @hotstuffhargrove @thatonecurlygirl

[brinaddictioner]

Presence

This is my very first fanfiction featuring Shawn Mendes. I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think.

Word count: 919

It's 11 at night. Your curled up on your couch with only one thing in mind. Him. How his soft hands feel on your skin. How his eyes are a nice hazel in the moonlight. How his tender lips feel against yours.

Unfortunately, there would be no chance you'd be experiencing any of that soon. You just landed in Toronto a few hours ago and headed straight for your apartment Downtown. All you wanted to do was take a nice, hot bath. But when you finally made it to your apartment, your plans changed. You quickly slipped into one of his oversized shirts and made your way to the couch. 

Now here we are up to speed.

All you wanted to do was be with him. That's what your heart wanted. But your career took you in the opposite direction. His career left you all alone. Just when sleep was about to consume you, you heard a long growl.

You hadn't eaten anything since your flight. Much to your dismay, there was nothing in your fridge that you could munch on. It was too late to order anything too. 

Being a well known lawyer, you had to wake up early the next morning to prepare for a case. So going shopping for some food would have to wait. 

You turned on the TV, knowing well that you wouldn't be able to sleep because of your hunger. Flipping mindlessly through the channels, you couldn't stop thinking about him. 

Just then you hear a knock on your door. You couldn't help but wonder who could be knocking this hour. You could you from the couch and fixed your hair into a bun before walking towards the door. Just as you open it you're met with a pair of golden eyes that shine like a sunset. Chestnut hair that was made just the right way. The man in front of you was smoldering and you couldn't help but smile. 

"Shawn?"

"The one and only ma'am."

You couldn't believe it. It was really him. Before you could say anything, he held up a bag.

"Chinese food for the gorgeous young lady."

"You shouldn't have! Thank you though, I'm starving!"

"Come in!" you tell him and invite him inside.

He always thought your  place felt like home.

"So how have you been?" he asks you.

You take his leather jacket off for him, revealing his police uniform and answer "great actually, just a little lonely"

His smile faltered. He was the reason you were so lonely. He was going to change that. 

Shawn immediately grabs your hands and says "look, I'm so sorry for how I acted, I was selfish and I'm really sorry." 

You sigh, not wanting to remember the past. "Don't feel like you owe me an apology, if being committed to a career means you have to sacrifice me then it's okay. I get it." 

"But -"

"Shawn, let's just eat. We can have this discussion later." You pull out if his hands and make your to the kitchen. 

Shawn was disappointed but remained optimistic.

You hated being short. That meant that you couldn't reach for things when you needed them. You struggled to get your hands on a few plates but ultimately failed. Just then, Shawn effortlessly came behind you and, with ease, took out two plates. He grinned, knowing that he had an advantage. 

You set up the table and take out all the food. The aroma was incredibly delightful. You and Shawn ate in a comfortable silence. 

After dinner, Shawn offered to wash the dishes but you politely declined. 

Just as you were finishing up, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. You smiled, knowing Shawn loved to hold you. He smelled your hair, sighing with content. 

You turned off the tap and Shawn slowly released his hold on you. You thought he was letting you go but then you found yourself being lifted off the ground. You let out a shriek. 

"Shawn, put me down!!" you plead.

"Look sweetheart, I just have a few questions for you, then I'll let you go off to sleep"

He sets you on the kitchen counter top. He places a hand on your exposed thigh. It felt really intimate but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't like it. 

You stare into his eyes, ones you constantly found yourself getting lost in. 

It didn't look like Shawn wanted to talk, but he wanted to let his actions speak for themselves.

He starts "I couldn't help but notice you're wearing my shirt."

You look down, pretending to notice the shirt. "I just threw this on, doesn't have much meaning to me though. 

Shawn looks hurt, but continues "well then I guess we can get rid of it." 

He reaches for your top and slowly pulls it off, leaving you in a bra and underwear. He licks his lips and smiles. "I really missed you baby."

You return the smile, knowing the feeling was mutual. 

He leans in and kisses you, holding your neck. You kiss back, loving how he tastes. Just when things were starting to heat up, he pulls away. You aren't sure what to think. This time, you lean in and kiss him passionately. He scoops you up and takes you to your bedroom, where this make out session was going to get intense. 

The End

Under the sheets, you fooled around for hours, loving each other's presence.

[prettymuchdolansbitch]

Award Winning | N.M.

A/N: This goes to the Anon that asked for something soft 🥺 It was solely based off this picture, enjoy 💖

Today was a big day for your boyfriend, Nick's, band. They were nominated for an award on their new EP that just came out not too long ago.

Unfortunately, Nick & the rest of the guys were advised not to bring their girlfriends to the award show so that they can be more appealing to fans. You were upset you couldn't be there to celebrate when they won, but you understood.

Nick was out all morning getting cleaned up and what not. You sat at home cleaning up some areas of the house that needed cleaning. Nick got home and didn't start to get ready til an hour before they had to leave for the red carpet.

He was running all over the house and throwing clothes everywhere. The clothes that you had just put away. "Nick, honey. Your outfit was already planned out. It's all in the closet already." You said leaning on the doorway of your shared bedroom.

His head turned so fast to you and he just smiled. "Oops. Sorry babe. I'll put everything back. Thank you thank you thank you" He ran out of the room across the hall to your walk in closet that you guys shared. Nick didn't forget to place a small kiss on your head though as he ran out of the room.

You picked the clothes up from the floor and folded them quickly and put them back in the drawers in front of you. The amount of clothes this kid has is insane. You thought to yourself.

Nick came back into the room dressed with messy hair. He put his shoes on and then ran to the bathroom to fix his hair.

You sat on the couch and waited for him to be done. Nick ran into the living room out of breath. "You ready?" You asked. "Uh yeah I should be. I think I have everything. Hard to know when your girlfriend isn't coming to make sure I have everything."

You laughed at what he said. "You just need me there to hold your shit." You grabbed your keys and walked towards the door. "No, I just need you to be there with me." He pouted and wrapped his arms around you.

"Mm, I'll be right on that couch watching everything. I'll text you if I see anything wrong" You placed a gentle kiss on his lips, but that wasn't enough for him. He pulled you back and started to kiss you hard.

"Okay, you're gonna be late, and I'm sure the boys are just waiting on your ass so they can leave" "Ugh fine." He mumbled walking out the front door.

-

You were making yourself some dinner in the kitchen while waiting to hear the boys on the TV. As soon as you heard "prettymuch" on the TV, you turned off the stove and brought your mac n cheese to the living room.

You watched the boys walk the red carpet and pose. People were already raving about them. E! had stopped the boys for an interview and you were excited for them.

"Last question, is everyone here single? New fans are dying to know" She turned the mic to them. "Actually just me and this guy are." Brandon said pointing to Zion. They both smiled. "Yeah our girlfriends are at home watching this right now." Nick said smiling at the camera. "Well, now you guys know! Congrats on the nomination and good luck!" They all said thank you and the channel cut to commercial.

An hour & a half later, it was time for the award that the boys are nominated for. You sat on your couch sweating so much. You were nervous but you knew they had this in the bag.

"And the winner is... PRETTYMUCH!" You jumped off the couch screaming to no one. "THATS MY BABYY" you screamed and recorded it on your phone.

You saw the boys all had smiles on their faces and we're hugging each other. They had some people from their team with them and hugged them as well. You watched as they all walked to the stage with big smiles. You couldn't help but tear up a little. This is their first big award ever and you were so incredibly proud of them.

Just knowing how many hours in all you didn't see Nick per day because of this EP made you even more proud. It was all worth it. And they're going on tour in a month? They really made it.

Nick grabbed the award from the presenters and held it up. Brandon was the first to speak. "We just wanna thank everyone who had a part in this EP. The fans, our team, family, everyone. It really means the world. Thank you!" He stepped back to let one of the other boys speak.

Nick came up and began to speak. "Man, this is really special to us. This is our first award ever, and this is really only because of you guys. We love you. And to my love who's at home probably crying, thank you for sticking with me through the whole process. And I think we can all say that to our ladies. Y'all special. Love you baby. Thank you guys, again" He stepped back and it didn't look like anyone else had to say anything so the camera switched to the crowd.

Nick wasn't wrong. You were bawling and didn't even notice. Everyone began tweeting you about it and your heart felt so full. You couldn't wait for him to get home.

You got a text from Izzy and she said that they were all going to the Prettymuch House to celebrate. You quickly changed and drove over. You stopped to buy a champagne bottle for Nick and the boys.

You knew Nick was going to stop at the house anyways because of the rest of the boys. So you just thought you could leave with him from there.

They got to the house and everything was crazy. Confetti and champagne was thrown everywhere. They really won the award and you were beyond ecstatic for them. Nick walked into the house and went straight to you. You hugged him and started crying again.

"I love you so so much" You said into his ear. He pulled back and looked at you. "I love you way more" He kissed your head and saw all the excitement happening behind you.

You grabbed the bottle from next to you and handed it to him. "Try not to waste half of it this time" You said reminiscing about his 21st birthday on tour when he wasted half a bottle of champagne from letting it get everywhere.

"I'll try." He shook the bottle and ripped the top off letting it explode everywhere. Nick held the bottle up to his mouth and drank some. Parker took pictures of you two while he drank.

3 hours later, you were exhausted and Nick was drunk. You didn't care though. You were happy he was bathing in blissful delight. You knew it was time to go home when you found Nick knocked out in Edwin's bed.

"C'mon baby, let's go home." He turned over to go back to sleep. "Niiicckk" You said poking his butt.

"Okay okay. Help me up." He held his hand out to you. You attempted to pull him up but instead he pulled you on top of him.

"You loser" You said as his arms naturally fell on you. "Mm, I'm your loser" He said closing his eyes again. "Indeed you are." You said smiling at him.

"Do you ever think about having kids? I mean you're fucking gorgeous, and I'm not too shabby. Our kids would be the most beautiful creatures on this planet" He rambled to you. This was the first time in the 3 years you've been dating that he talked about kids.

You were shocked because he never brought up a family before. You assumed it was the alcohol talking though. "You're soo drunk. Let's get you home" You tried to get up off of him.

"No, I mean yeah I'm drunk but it's not the alcohol talking. I really do want kids with you." You looked at him and his eyes were still closed. "We can talk tomorrow when you're sober, okay?" You said staring at his gorgeous face.

"Okay, let's go home" You rolled off of him and tried your best to help him up. You guys walked to the living room and saw only a few people left. You said bye to Edwin and Izzy as they were the only ones you really cared to say bye to. You didn't know where the rest of the boys were so.

You got home and helped Nick get out of his clothes. He had enough energy to shower and get into bed. You guys laid in bed and he immediately got on top of you. Nick laid his head on your chest and almost immediately fell asleep. "I love you mamas. Goodnight." He said placing a kiss on your boob. "Love you too sugar" You ran your hand through his hair as you felt his body get heavy with slumber.