#miss patricia x reader

[slasherscream]

I love your writing! And you just get my craziness and character obsessions. I was thinking what would happen if reader had a bruise cheek or lip, and refuse to tell them what happen. Then they discover that the reader was the one who beat the shit out of someone for saying something about their partner, and how proud yet pissed off they will be. I’m think Crazy Ass Girls Gang, need more possessive and protective FMC. Thank you!

warnings: yandere behavior - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Tiffany Valentine - Tricks you into thinking she’s gonna be normal about it. She purses her lips when you won’t tell her anything, but quietly rushes off to get the first-aid kit. WATCH OUT! You have just activated a trap card: emotional manipulation. Her most powerful weapon. She’ll silently and dotingly take care of you. Disinfectant. Gentle Hands. Careful bandaging. Petulant silence. Painkillers lovingly dropped in your hand. Big sad eyes staring up at you. When you inevitably break and tell her what happened she could melt! She does melt, straight into your arms. You’re gonna be covered in lipstick by the time she’s through with you. Her hero. Don’t worry, she’ll help you clean up… eventually. Later, you’ll have to help her clean up too. It was so romantic of you to fight for her honor…. But she'd never let someone live after they hurt you, silly.

Jordan Li - Won’t drop the line of questioning until you’re damn near ready to fight her too. She hates that you’re hurt. She loves that you wanted to defend her. Jordan gets a lot of criticism, sometimes it seems never ending. The fact that you feel so strongly about protecting her, not because you think she can’t fight her own battles… but because she shouldn’t have to do it all alone? It means a lot. Still, she doesn’t want you getting into fights. Let alone fights over her. It doesn’t matter how badly you hurt the other person. If there are marks on you Jordan is going to go find them for round two. “You like to put hands on people?” Words spoken seconds before disaster (she’s ignoring the fact that you started the fight. Jordan could give a shit about semantics.)

Nancy Downs - Don’t wanna tell her? Cool! Get ready to experience her favorite couple’s activity besides shoplifting: abusing your coven bond to read your mind! Hooray! It will hurt badly. Because Nancy always makes it hurt when you keep her out on purpose, or hide things from her (or when she thinks you’re doing that.) But don’t worry, after she realizes how sweet you really were, she’ll make you feel all better. Cooing over you as much as she ever allows herself to coo. Cleaning your cuts. Healing you with her magic. Trying to ease the fever that always comes whenever she uses your bond in a way she shouldn’t. She thinks you’re the stupidest, sweetest thing. You’re witches. You don’t have to use your fists anymore to win fights. She leaves you with the coven and goes to enact a witch’s vengeance on whoever dared to lay a finger on you. 

Jennifer Check - You’ll try not to tell her but she immediately starts making such wild accusations you have to just come out and admit to why you’re injured. “I can smell someone on you. If you wanted to get beat up to get your rocks off you should’ve just told me, I’d happily beat the shit out of you.” Start talking quickly! She looks like she’s about to start fulfilling that nonexistent wish now. Once you tell her she has to suppress a smile. She’s a demon. She doesn’t need you playing knight in shining armor over what some jealous, mouth-breathing, loser is saying about her… but, it’s kinda hot that you did. She’ll show you just how hot she thinks it is. Then you two are gonna take a nice little drive, and you’re gonna point out the jackass who put bruises on you. She’ll fuck you again after she’s full. “Thanks for finding my next meal, baby.” 

Victoria Neuman - Victoria expects you to have better self control than this. Not telling her what happened isn’t an option. Ever. The look on her face when you first try and insist that nothing happened is enough for you to quietly admit you got into a fight. Her blood pressure sky-rockets. You two have an image to maintain. You’re her spouse. She has enough problems as it is. She’s thinking of viral videos, nightly news, seedy gossip magazines doing think-pieces: do we really want this person standing behind the president as first spouse? When you tell her you fought one of the Boys for trying to convince you she’s a monster? Well…. She goes a little softer. Victoria will pull you into the circle of her arms and thank you for being so loyal to her. She means it from the bottom of her heart. She’s also dreaming of the day she can pop their fucking heads. Touching you. Talking to you. Trying to turn you against her… they’ve crossed her last line. 

Carrie White - The moment she sees you she’s in hysterics: “Oh, Angel, what happened?!” You’re really gonna sit there and not tell her anything? She’s worked herself into an anxiety attack within seconds. She can hardly open the first aid kit, she’s shaking so bad. The sound of your voice is always so soothing for her that you’ll start telling her the story just to have something to say. She listens quietly while she cleans you up. You’ll have to pull her into your lap before long, and kiss her gently. You’re all she has in the world and it scares her to death to think of you putting yourself in unnecessary danger. You’ll fall asleep curled into each other’s arms. You whisper soft reassurances: “Nothing’s gonna happen to me / I’ll always be here.” Carrie tries her best to listen. You’ll wake up alone, but wander downstairs just as Carrie walks through the front door. She wanted to get her knight in shining armor some breakfast from your favorite diner down the street. She watches you eat with a big smile, and thinks about how she’ll have to burn those clothes in the trunk of the car. She couldn't risk them trying to hurt you again.

Ginger Fitzgerald - Don’t piss her off. If you don’t tell her exactly who touched you she’ll rip the entire city apart. Women, children, men, everyone. Anyone. “Do you want me to do that? Huh, baby? Is that what you want me to do?” No? Then start talking. She won’t be able to see through the blood-lust long enough to take care of you. As soon as you say a name Ginger’s out the door. She’ll only return once she’s thoroughly covered in viscera and gore. She’s still dripping with it when she crawls into bed with you, smearing the blood across your body. She’ll lick at any injury you have, until they’re clean and closed, your skin smooth and unblemished. She’s the only thing that can leave marks on you. She’ll kill anything else that tries. “You don’t have to lift a finger for me, baby. If you want someone hurt, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you.” Just run your fingers through her hair and try not to cringe as your fingertips get stained red. 

Patricia (Split) - She’s devastated by the state you come home in after she allows you to go out on a walk all by yourself for the first time since you were…. taken. You’d been so good for her. So obedient. So sweet. She wanted to reward you. And now your eye is starting to bruise, and your clothes are all askew, and your knuckles are swollen. Her calm demeanor cracks, and it’s a struggle to stay in the light. She takes deep breaths, centers herself. None of the others are what you need, right now. You need her. She strips you down, runs you a bath, won’t even let you hold the washcloth. It’s only as she’s patting you dry that she can force out words, finally: “What happened to you, sweet thing, hmm?” The guilt nearly brings her to tears. Months of keeping you close and look at what just a pinch of negligence has done to you… You try to assuage her guilt. You tell her you ran into a neighbor, who’d seen the two of you out together once Patricia trusted you enough to accompany her for little things like grocery trips. You say it’s your fault you came back to her in this condition. That you just couldn’t stand the vile things they said about her. Her face drops into an expression you’ve never seen. It’s gone in an instant, replaced by that comforting, ever present smile she wears for you. She takes you by the chin and kisses your forehead: “My little sweet thing. Playing knight, are you?” You had her love before. Tentatively, you had something like trust. Now Patricia trusts you completely. Even so, you won’t be going out alone again. Patricia trusts you. But it’s clear she can’t trust the world to be gentle with you. Don’t worry, though. All you need to do is ask, when you want to feel the sun on your face. You never see that neighbor again, no matter what time of day you and Patricia go walking.

A/N: thank you!!! we need more batshit crazy women with something wrong with them! Batshit crazy women with something wrong with them unite! if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writer's fuel is engagement. Xoxoxo

[waywardsummoner46]

hello :) how you doin? hope you are in good condition

may i ask what's in you wip list if you don't mind?? literally your fics so good that i reread it when I don't have any other fic to read 😭😭😭 but if you don't wanna tell us what you working on, that's totally fine

i hope you have a good day!

You have no idea how I've dreamed that someone would someday say that to me. I am honoured to be one of the authors that you reread, that puts a smile on my face that hurts my cheeks so thank you! There is absolutely no problem and I will find my wips now. Do you mind me asking what fics you reread? i'm genuinely curious to know.

These are my wips:

Eternity, Dark!Morpheus x reader

Evader of the Endless, Dark!Endless x reader

Our Beautiful Girl Part Two, Dark!BAU x reader, it's coming guys, bear with me

Immundus, Patricia (Split) x reader

Verðandi, Loki x reader, honestly may never post unless people ask

Spiteful Words, Crowley/Nanny Ashtoreth x reader

Óskilamunir, Dark!Loki x reader, Norse Mythology accurate which I am very proud of

Audience With the King, again a Dark!Loki x reader

Two Untitled Tenth Doctor fics which discuss TimeLords and hypnosis

Obumbratio, The Darkling x reader

And maybe, just maybe, a His Voice series or... a part two of Secrets of the Chamber

Soooooooo, it's a long list. I'll get there eventually. Thank you so much for the ask nonny! Let me know what fics you reread in another ask if you want, it's entirely up to you!

[rainylana]

“I don’t like the way I look.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

requested by anonymous

summary: your insecurities of your postpartum body finally come out.

warnings: postpartum, insecurities about the readers body, lots of tears, language, angst, eddie cries. i’m not a mother nor have i ever been pregnant, so i hope i did this justice.

You were one of those people who were extremely confident in their looks. You knew you were hot. You had hair girls were jealous of, and a figure, too. You had beautiful green eyes that looked gold in the sun. Pale skin that made your jaw line sharp and features prominent.

Eddie liked having you that way. He loved your confidence and everything about you. However the day you had your baby, it all changed. The nine months of pregnancy went by smoothly. You’d obviously put on an enormous amount of baby weight, but you had assumed you’d drop it once the baby was born. You weren’t, and no matter how little food you ate or how much exercise you did, you couldn’t get it off. Besides, you didn’t have time to really put in the work for dieting, not healthily, anyways. Not with a baby.

You loved your daughter. There was no question in that, but you couldn’t admit it to yourself, or anyone, that you now hated how you looked. You had a pouch in your belly that you’d never had before, the skin on your sides had turned to love handles, your legs still stolen. You cried yourself to sleep so many times during the night, watching your daughter sleep. Little Patricia Munson. Patty.

You were good at hiding it. Eddie had no suspicion of your struggles. Nobody did. Only you and the mirror.

Motherhood suited you. To Eddie and your friends, you were glowing. You were so good with your baby. You knew how to get her to calm down, to sleep peacefully through the night. Having a child was a new kind of love you never thought one person was capable of feeling. Eddie loved watching you with her, the way you held her and sang to her. He was absolutely mesmerized when you breastfed her.

You looked like you could do it all with a crown on top of your head, and nobody knew just how badly you were feeling.

Tonight was a particularly bad night and you had no idea why. You were sat in the rocking chair of Patty’s nursery, holding her in your arms and softly patting her. She’d been asleep for quiet some time, but you weren’t ready to put her down. It was almost one in the morning, and you knew Eddie would wake up soon and wonder where you were.

The room was dark, besides the Winnie the Pooh nightlight that illuminated an orange glow around the room, plastic stars stuck up on the ceiling for extra light.

You were humming lightly, your finger sweeping over her swirl of dark hair. She was only seven weeks old, and every day she looked more and more like Eddie. You didn’t think it was exactly fair, considering you were the one who carried her for nine months, but you couldn’t deny how cute it was having a mini Eddie in your arms.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, your voice breaking mid hum at the disapproving picture you received. Your face used to be so slim. And though it hadn’t changed dramatically as the rest of your body, you missed it what everything used to look like. You knew you should love your body, considering what it did to make little Patty, but you feared what Eddie thought of you now.

Sex with him hadn’t faltered or was forgotten. On the contrary. It had done nothing but flourish since you had your baby, but have the time you had to force yourself to cum, thinking nothing about the pleasure and only if he was judging you the way you judged yourself.

Soon enough, you heard the bed squeak in the other room and his feet hit the floor. You sniffled, wiping your stray tear quickly before he could find you.

His head of dark curls, white shirt and boxers decorating his body came wondering in the room, smiling sleepily when he quietly came over to you. You smiled up at him, puckering your lips for a kiss. He kissed you, then bent down to give his baby girl a soft kiss on the forehead. He tapped her little nose and grinned, chuckling softly.

You knew what he was thinking. I can’t believe she’s mine. You smiled, too.

He stifled a yawn and brought over the other rocking chair and sat in front of you, leaning back so he could get comfortable. “I’ll sit with her for awhile, darlin’. Why don’t you go to bed?”

“No.” You shook your head, smiling at him briefly. “I can’t sleep, anyways.”

Eddie thought this was when you were the most beautiful, holding his baby. You were both his babies. “I can’t believe she’s ours sometimes.” He admitted tiredly, trying to wake himself up. “I never thought I could love someone so small so much.”

“I know.” You nodded. “It’s scary sometimes.”

It was. Loving someone so much. You knew your life would be over if anything were to ever happen to her.

“I’d do anything for her.” Eddie said, his curls a pillow between his head and the wood of the rocking chair as he lay back comfortably watching the two of you.

“I know.” You said once again, full of emotion. You didn’t want to cry, but hearing Eddie talk about how much he loved her got you emotional, especially because you wondered if he loved you as much as he used to. “Me too.” A lone tear escaped your eye, rolling down your cheek and dropping onto your bare knee. It was so quick you hoped he hadn’t noticed it. You were wrong.

“Hey,” Eddie perked up. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” You sighed heavily. “I’m alright.”

“But you’re cryin’, angel.” He frowned, sitting up in his seat to lean over closer. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” You gave a firm nod, but your voice broke, betraying what you had just said.

He gave you a look before glancing down at your daughter. “I think you’re tired, honey. Why don’t you-”

“I’m not tired.” You said firmly, looking up to him with glassy eyes. “I just want to be alone.”

He chalked it up to your hormones being out of control and nodded, offering a quiet ‘alright’ as he shut the nursery door behind him. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a hushed sob, bringing Patty closer to your chest. You laid your head against her’s, giving her a crying kiss. She barely even stirred.

You weren’t as quiet as you thought you were, because Eddie was back within seconds, coming to squat down beside you and gently take the baby from your arms. He shushed her softly and placed her down in her crib before turning back to find you missing.

He found you outside on the porch, sobbing like you had a broken heart, arms crossed and holding your body like you’d break at any second. It was starting to sprinkle, but you didn’t care. You knew if you woke up Patty this late it would take you forever to get her back to sleep.

“Baby,” Eddie said sadly, coming up behind you. “What’s got you so upset?” He didn’t touch you, a hand only ghosting the fabric that covered your back.

“I’m fine.” You said through sobs, the air cold and bitter against your skin. You only had on a long t-shirt, but the trailer court had all turned in for the night. “Go back to bed.”

“No.” He shook his head. “Not without you.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, wishing he could leave your pity party for you and you only. He wouldn’t understand how you were feeling, and worst off, maybe your fears were true. You didn’t want to know the truth. Did he still find you attractive? Did he still enjoy sex? Did he still love you as much even though you weren’t skinny?

“Eddie, please,” You turned around, tears running down your face, red and blotchy. “Go back to bed.”

He stared at you, frowning and brows knitted in concern. “You know I can’t do that. We made a promise, remember?”

Damn it. He always threw down that card.

After vecna, you both were broken shells of what you once used to be. Everyone was. You made him promise you he wouldn’t shut down. He had to talk when his heart was aching, and in return, you promised the same. You promised to talk when your heart ached, and right now, it was.

You sighed, nodding softly. You did remember, but that didn’t make it any easier to talk about. You quickly turned around to hide your fresh set of tears, biting your tongue. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“It might make you feel better.” He moved to stand directly beside you, leaning against the wood railing that was growing damp from the light rain. “Please, honey. Talk to me.”

You sniffled and looked away from his stare. “I’m scared of what you’ll say. I don’t know if I want the answer.”

“Answer to what?” He said confused. “Baby- just tell me, okay? I promise whatever it is, it’ll work itself out.”

But would it? Would you ever be as beautiful as you used to be? Would you ever be skinny, never have to worry about what you ate? That’s all you thought of now, worrying about what you put in your mouth. You were petrified of gaining more weight.

“I don’t like the way I look.” You finally said crying, looking over at him. “There, okay? I don’t like the way I look. I look in the mirror and I’m just disgusted with what I see.”

His eyes were wide. You had shocked him. His brows were creased and he opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“I love Patty.” You sobbed. “But I hate what being pregnant did to me and I feel so guilty for feeling that way. I’m not beautiful anymore and I miss it.” Your voice broke deeply, crackling like tv static that couldn’t get a proper signal. “I don’t feel pretty for you and I’m scared that you think it too.”

“Okay, wait,” He’d heard enough, speaking quickly as he straightened himself taller. “I don’t- y/n, you’re talkin’ crazy.”

“Am I?” You retorted. “Because the mirror doesn’t lie, Eddie.” You stood your ground. You were right and Eddie wasn’t going to sweet talk you out of the truth. Facts were facts. “I’m not beautiful anymore and you know it. Stop lying to me!”

“Y/n, what the hell-” He backed away. “You’re putting words in my mouth. I’ve never said anything like that to you ever. Where is all of this coming from?” He shook his head in absolute disbelief, trying to be calm and rational to understand where you were coming from. A part of him wondered if it was just a hormonal, postpartum outburst, but your tears and attitude told him otherwise.

“You didn’t!” You snapped. “But you don’t have to. I know. I look at myself in the mirror every day and wonder if you’re attracted to me anymore. I don’t look like how I used to.” You were bawling, snot leaking from your nose and eyes bloodshot red. Your hair was starting to get wet from the rain.

“Why the fuck does that matter?” Eddie argued back, his sense of cool becoming too hard to handle. He couldn’t stand to hear you talk so negatively about yourself. “You are you and it doesn’t matter what you look like. You just had a baby, sweetheart. You’re obviously not going to loose all the weight overnight. You’re being too hard on yourself.” He tried to speak soothingly to calm your cries, his hands holding your elbows, head dipping down like he was speaking to a child.

“And even if you don’t,” He continued. “I’m going to love you just the way you are because you’re the mother of my child.” His hands went up to your shoulders. “You gave me the greatest gift of my life, darlin’,” To your surprise, his eyes teared up.

“Please,” He pulled you in to hold you. “Don’t think like that, baby, please. I can’t bear to hear you talk like that.” His voice broke, a guilt sinking into your heart that made you feel foolish.

“I’m sorry.” You rushed, wrapping your hands around his back. “I’m sorry.” You found yourself saying, desperate to keep him from crying.

You realized then, how wrong you were. Because if he thought the things you thought of yourself, he wouldn’t be out here in the rain with you, holding you close, crying, over what you had said. You realized then, just how much he loved you.

[mbsneur]

Summer trip

Patri Guijarro x Reader

Summary: you and patri's friends are on holiday

Warnings: Smut 18+,public sex

My Masterlist

please read this text before going to the story

ease don't be so strict with me but rather write to me what I can do better or what you wished were different. also tell me if you find the story too long or too short.. Also write to me if you liked it. My requests are always open (and English is not my first language so don't be mad at me) and if you have any ideas for the future about who I should write please tell me… the topics I will choose by myself unless you have a request for one or two people I will Read everything.. in the next survey I will take a few ideas from the old survey and new ones…. now read and I hope you like it <33

(this is a very short one)

it was a hot summer day in spain your girlfriend patri had got a few off days so you decided to fly to ibiza with some friends from her to just relax and party for a few days

you rented a small beach house with a big pool in the garden alexia was reading a book and claudia and cata were just lying there sunbathing

patri and you were lying on the other side of the pool you pushed your loungers together and close to each other you lay face to face and patri's breath brushed your lips

you closed your eyes and just enjoyed her closeness she kissed you gently on the lips you murmured lightly and pressed your face closer to her lips

you put your hand around her cheek and pulled her deeper into the kiss her tongue clicked against your lower lip and asked for an entrance which you granted her her tongue gently circled yours and sucked lightly on it

patri's breathing became heavy the kiss began to more aggressive kissing and her fingernails dug into your flesh at your hips with a soft moan you rocked your hips against hers

she let go of you and began to kiss along your jawline her hard breathing triggered feelings of happiness in you

"patri what are you up to" you say with a groan and lower your face against her

"i miss your taste baby" she says and bites along the path to your ear your body starts to tingle and sway you search for release and your face turns deep red from her words

"we can go inside" you say and try to push her away but she presses closer to you and comes to your neck she sucks lightly on it causing you to throw your head backwards

"no i want you right here" she says and takes one of your breasts firmly in her hand

"patricia guijarro all your friends are here you can't fuck me in front of everyone what if someone sees it"

patri looks around and sees how nobody is interested in the two of you cata has probably already fallen asleep and claudia is lying with her back to you "see nobody will notice anything if you are quiet mh"

she says and one of her fingers slips into your bikini top and gently pinches your nipple you squeal with pleasure

patri's other hand quickly slips to your mouth and squeezes tightly "i said you have to be quiet can you do that for me?" she asks looking at you with the sweetest puppy dog eyes

you sigh deeply and bring her hand that was just on your mouth to your thigh "i knew you could be a good girl you can prove it to me now" she laughs softly and places small kisses over your chest

her hand lifts your leg over hers and pulls you closer to her your whole lower body is now under her legs it would be impossible for anyone to see what patri's hand is doing there

she sucks on your exposed skin and her hand gently massages your inner thigh "patri please do something" she laughs in return.

patri's hand slowly slips into your pants and begins to massage your bundle of nerves you whimper quietly to yourself and try to suppress even the smallest sound

her circles get harder and your thigh closes tighter around her leg "tell me what you need bonita" she whispers to you and you fight with yourself to be quiet

"i need you inside me please" your wish was her command and without difficulty her middle finger slips into you

"fuck you are so wet is that all for me" she asks and has to suppress a little moan herself her finger presses gently and slowly into you so as not to strain you too much

you nod eagerly and catch a hard grip from her hand which makes you groan "use your words" she says and pokes her eyes into yours

"i'm so wet for you patri please fill me up completely" she smiles at your honesty and her grip loosens you slowly build yourself up and patri adds another finger which speeds up your breathing.

you start to moan and press your hand harder against your mouth patri's mouth is now further down and she pulls your bikini part to the side with her teeth and lays on the now free skin

your feelings take over and you start to fidget it's so hard for you to stay calm patri's fingers speed up and her thumb finds its way to your clitoris

your legs cramp up and patri holds you tight in her arms "shhh baby you are so good you take my fingers so well"

she says and looks you in the face she wants to see your full splendour when you come she feels how tight your walls get around her fingers it means you are close and patri knows that she knows your body better than you do

she says and looks you in the face she wants to see your full splendour when you cum she feels how tight your walls get around her fingers it means you are close and patri knows that she knows your body better than you do

your hips began to tremble and your hand around her shoulders bores into it your vision becomes blurred and all you can think about is your orgasm

"patri I'm getting closer"

you say moaning and patri gets faster your head falls into her neck and she tries to calm you down with all her strength "your pussy is so perfect for my fingers you are made for me“

your thoughts are going crazy everything patri says makes you crazy you feel like you are the only two peoples in the world

your legs start to tremble "just like that please don't stop i'm so close" you say moaning and rocking faster against her hand your orgasm builds hard and fast you haven't been this close in a long time

"cum for me bonita" patri says against your skin and with a few more pushes you cum over her whole hand your body becomes heavy against her and your legs are a trembling mess you lightly kick her hand away with your leg and slip a stick

your eyes are closed and patri lightly caresses your body you start to laugh and your chest rises and falls quickly

"patri you are so good i hope no one has noticed" you say laughing and give her a playful slap on the shoulder she gives you a little kiss on the forehead

"hey patri come into the pool your girlfriend can do without you" calls claudia from the other side and you laughingly push patri off the lounger

[f10werfae]

Lumberjack!Henry Cavill: Oneshot Masterlist

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Welcome to @f10werfae’s library of Lumberjack!Henry

♥️Here is my main masterlist

♥️Henry Cavill Masterlist

♥️Taglist form

:This is my collection of one shots of Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Reader

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Dating ♥️:

•From Kissies to Sex Lumberjack!Henry × Shy!Reader

: After a brief argument Henry comes back to claim his precious babygirl's virginity, after giving her second set of sweet lips a few kissies (DILF!Henry) (Dom!Henry)

• Sugar Sweet Tongue Lumberjack!Henry x Short!shy!Reader

: Sweet little Y/n has caught the eye of the local lumberjack, and he gives her a lesson or two in tonguing and kisses

•More Kissies and Workouts Lumberjack!Henry x Short!shy!Reader

: Sweet shy little Y/n joins her new older boyfriend for one of his workouts, but can she keep up?

Married 💍:

• Kissies and Waxed Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: Y/n gets all shy and adorable with her grumpy husband on their wedding night, letting him enjoy his waxed present(Dom Henry)

• Sugar Sweet Thong Lumberjack!Henry x Wife!Reader

:After Y/n gets a new thong, away up in his cabin where no one can touch her but him, her wild man of a husband can't keep his hands off her (Major Dom Henry)

• You’re Already So Sexy Lumberjack!Henry x Wife!Reader

: Henry has to uplift his woman after she has some major insecurities about herself and his pussy, but all she needs is him (Major Dom Henry)

• No Panties Indoors Lumberjack!Henry x Wife!Reader

: Housewife Y/n can't help but find her wild husband extremely sexy while he's fixing another one of his projects (Major Dom possessive Henry)

• But That’s Mine Hen! Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: Pouty Y/n gets jealous when her grump of a man is approached by a certain woman; she can't help but stomp her foot and whine, showing everyone that he's hers and vice versa (Dom!Henry)

• Sugar Plum Princess Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

:Y/n feels a little under the weather after a snow day so Henry gives his sweet shy wife a taste of his special “medicine” (Major Dom Henry)

• Sugar Bun Cuddles Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: while on her period Henry has to put up with a little more attitude than normal, whilst also cuddling his precious sweet girl, and making sure she's taken care of, and baby Marly (Sweet!Henry) (Brat!Reader)

Pregnancy 🤰:

•Pregnancy on the brain Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: Now that Henry’s successfully knocked up his precious darling wife, he has to keep an extra eye on her and their little miracle (Dom!Henry) (Emotional loving 🥹)

•Barefoot and Pregnant Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: Henry and his cockdrunk wife go through an emotional love-making experience, after being pressured by her friends to give her husband a 'hall pass' because of her growing body (DILF!Henry) (Dom!Henry)

•Milf and cookies Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!pregnant!Wife

: Henry's wants his shy wife's titty milk and pussy, a gender reveal, and baby Marly the Cat goes missing. (Lactation!Kink)(Dilf!Henry)(Dom!Henry)

•Grumpy Lumberjack and his Baby Bun Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: Compilation of all the dirty things Henry as done to his baby bun, especially when she's pregnant (lactation, spit, dumbification, toys)

Daddy!Lumberjack Henry 🍼

•Daddy’s babies Lumberjack!Henry x shy!Mom!Reader

: Daddy!Henry takes his babies to Disneyland and engages in some soft kissy sex with his baby bun (Dilf!Henry) (softdom!Henry)

Drabbles:

Milky Business, Henry wants some

Clingy Pregnant!Shy!reader

Lumberjack!Henry catches reader playing with herself

Lumberjack!Henry's rules for his baby bun

Patricia makes fun of Shy Y/n's stutter, Lumberjack!Henry gets protective

List of Lumberjack!Hnery's little white lies

Shy!Reader hurts herself collecting flowers for Lumberjack!Henry

Lumberjack!Henry dealing with his drunk shy!wife

little bun is really clingy to Henry and she can't seem to let go for more than a few minutes

Y/n tries her new bunny butt plug that Henry got her for halloween, and she transforms into his true baby bunny bun

Lumberjack!Henry picks up his woozy girlfriend who is high on anaesthetic from the dentist, she may not remember who this handsome man is

Y/n doesn’t understand what being wet means

Y/n has pumping lip gloss and gives Henry kissies

Short Asks 🤍:

Would they ever break up?

Lumberjack!Henry “snaps” at Shy!reader

Cravings while pregnant

Would lumberjack!Henry and shy!reader ever break up?

Customer is rude to Baby bun

If shy!reader ever went through a miscarriage

Lumberjack!Henry catches pregnant reader doing something dangerous

Pregnant!Shy!Reader crochets her grumpy husband a stuffed rabbit for their little miracle

Expanding their sexcapades

Shy!Reader’s emotional trauma background

Lumberjack!Henry and bunbun during a thunderstorm

Asshole tries hitting on Shy!Reader

What does Shy!Reader do while her hubby works

Shy!Reader moves in with Lumberjack!Henry

Does Lumberjack!Henry and his babygirl have any pets?

Has Shy!Reader ever faked an orgasm?

Their Favourite Sex Position

Their favourite place to have sex

Sex Toys?

Naming process for the baby

Shy!Reader having a panic attack

Have they made a sex tape?

Pregnant!Reader gets injured while pregnant

Shy!Reader knits him a teddy

Has lumberjack!Henry met shy!reader’s parents

[ghostboneswrites2]

Maybe, Possibly, One Day.

Summary: All the years that went by before Daryl realized you loved him.

Pairing: Reader!Greene x Daryl Dixon

Era: Starts at the Greene Farm, ends at the Commonwealth

Genre: survival, comfort, falling in love

Word count: roughly 2800

Warnings: TWD typical violence, character death, grief

        The first time he saw you, you were tending his wounds. His eyelids had barely parted, so little that you couldn’t tell he was awake. The gunshot barely missed him, just grazing over the side of his head. You couldn’t help but think about the scar it would leave. You felt bad for him, always searching tirelessly for that lady’s little girl and getting hurt in the process. 

        The bullet graze was oddly the least of his worries, though. The bolt that pierced through his abdomen may not have caused too much internal bleeding, but it was already nasty and oozing with pus. Your daddy made comments about going through the antibiotics so fast, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t bare to see another person die, not after so many had gone.

        Through the slivers of his nearly shut eyes, he followed you around the bed. He watched you check his bandages, clean his wounds, rewrap him carefully. He took note of your gentleness. Hershel, Patricia, Beth, Maggie — they all had careful hands. You, however, were the most gentle and tender person he’d ever been touched by. You were so afraid of hurting him, even when you thought he was out cold. He couldn’t help but admire your softness, even if it meant you might not be cut out for the world.

        He’d take notice of you after that. He never really did before, honestly. You were just one of the farmer’s daughters he’d met in passing, nothing more. After he was back on his feet, though, you’d catch his eye often. You were young. Younger than Maggie, older than Beth. He knew he couldn’t look at you that way. You know, the way that encouraged lingering gazes and any excuse to brush a finger against yours. No, he instead opted to look at you as someone to protect.

        He told himself if things went bad, if the farm went up in flames and the dead were chomping their jaws at every turn, he’d look for you. He’d make sure you made it out of there, because you deserved that. And so, he did. When the farm was burning to ash, when walkers plagued the land and took out so many of your people, he looked for you. He found you, after Carol was already on the back of his bike. 

        He would have thought you were a walker had he not recognized your frame from behind. You were dragging your feet slowly, traumatized and exhausted from the events of that night. He slowed his motorcycle beside you and called to you. “Get on.” 

        There wasn’t exactly much room, and you found yourself hugging tight around Carol to prevent you from slipping off the back. Carol had to hold Daryl tighter to avoid slipping off with you. And there he was, chauffeuring two women he’d allowed himself to care for to safety, or some semblance of such, at least. 

        That night was a blur. You lost a lot. Everything, really, except the remainder of your family and your newfound friends. 

        The winter on the road wasn’t much easier. You had all learned to operate as a team, tactical and careful. Silence became your best friend. 

        Sometimes you’d find yourself staring at people, reading them, appreciating them for who they were. Daryl wasn’t exempt from this habit. You’d always been an observer, reading people well. You could tell he was a tad softer to you and Carol than the others. Sometimes he’d make sure you got the canned food you liked if he could save it for you. Sometimes he’d just give you that knowing look and remind you that he understood, that you weren’t alone. 

        He wasn’t chatty, not even when the prison became home. Still, he made time for Carol and you sometimes. He’d bring back a little trinket for you or a flower for Carol. They were tokens of his appreciation to you both, two soft souls who reminded him he could be soft too.

        When the prison fell, when he lost Beth, he had given up hope. After the Claimers, when he found Rick again, he reasoned it couldn’t be that bad. Things could finally look up for him and his family, maybe, one day.

        Terminus seemed too good to be true, because it was. The one good thing, he was reunited with most of his family, and especially you. When he saw you in that train car, when he heard your voice, he couldn’t stop himself from embracing you. It wasn’t a long intimate hug, but it was tight and secure and you felt something when he did it. That was the beginning of something, but neither of you knew it yet.

        After Beth died, morale was at an all time low. Days blended together without food or water. You barely had the strength to keep walking. Daryl was a shell of himself after the events at Grady. You took notice but you didn’t pry. You did, however, sneak off after him once. It was one of many times he’d break away from the group and meet them back on the road. You had begun to think he had the right idea. It was exhausting carrying on with everyone in the street, trying to keep your mind set on survival instead of the image of your little sisters brains splattering all over you. 

        You followed him quietly, albeit not quiet enough to go unnoticed. You didn’t have the skill he had when it came to stepping perfectly on the crunchy leaves to not make a sound. It peeved him a little, truth be told. He went out to think of Beth, to cry, to let himself feel something finally. When he found a suitable spot to sit, he did, with no regard for your presence. You sat too, against a tree just a few feet away from him. 

        You enjoyed the silence of the forest. The sounds of nature and critters around you was second nature at that point. You didn’t even register it. You did, however, notice the two shoelaces tied around Daryl’s pants at the bottom. They were different colors, dirty and worn, and the familiarity brought a constricting feeling to your chest and throat. 

        “Are those hers?” You croaked, barely above a whisper. He glanced down at them, and looked over to you. His eyes were glossy and sad. He nodded and pressed his lips together tight, tears aching to burst through the damn of numbness he’d confined them behind. You sniffled and let out a quiet sob. The weight of your pain was too much for his hardened shell to bare. It cracked under the pressure, knowing he failed you, knowing he failed Beth, knowing she was gone and she wouldn’t have been had they not separated. It was just another tragedy to bare the burden of, just another notch on his belt. He broke. He cried. So did you. 

        You were the first to pull yourself together. When you stood and walked over to him, he looked up at you. It was a pleading, helpless look. Maybe it was forgiveness or comfort or something in between that he was begging you for. You didn’t know. But you crouched down beside him and curled up right there on the forest floor, laying your head in his lap and sharing your grief with him. It was like you gave him some of your own sadness and took a little of his in return. It was a lot to shoulder, so you’d do it together. 

        He flattened his legs as his knees were originally up toward his chest. Your head fit perfectly on his thigh. It was comfortable. You didn’t look at him. Your eyes were far away and spaced out. He watched you, though. He took in all of you. The imperfections on your soft skin, the layer of sweat that seemed to permanently coat your face and enhance your radiance. He saw the way your hair stuck down to your clammy flesh, the flush of redness from heat and sunlight. He watched your breathe and familiarized himself with the pace of your breaths. He admired you, much like he always had, but somehow it was deeper than before. 

        He found himself placing a hand on your side, and the other found the top of your head. He didn’t rub you in delicate circles or anything too affectionate. Just touching you felt like such new territory, but he was there. The weight of his still hands on your body was enough. You felt as whole as you could feel given the circumstances. 

        “C’mon.” He’d whisper after maybe fifteen minutes. “Can’t let ‘em get too far ahead.” 

        You stood and offered him a hand, which he only took to be polite. He didn’t use you to hoist himself to his feet, he used his own strength. 

        At Alexandria, when you all slept on the floor of the living room, he was the last to shut down for the night. He picked a spot close to you. Close enough to hear your breathing, but not close enough to draw attention or touch you. 

        He searched for you when the wolves attacked. He looked for you when he came back from recruiting with Aaron to let you know he was back home and safe. He’d find you when you were missing from dinner. He skipped gatherings with you. He grew fond of you in a way he hadn’t for anyone else. 

        He didn’t kiss or compliment you. Hell, it wasn’t so romantic at all, really. He’d just get that fluttery feeling when you stood close enough to touch shoulders, or when you’d both look each other in the eye and communicate silently. You always understood each other.

        Your company was peaceful and welcome. You were soft and kind, sure. But, you weren’t weak. The only thing you’d never done that others had to do was kill someone, and that time was sure to come when the situation called for it. That day would come sooner than either of you thought.

        You went out on a hunt with him once. Your duties at Alexandria were fulfilled for the day and you decided to tag along for some much needed peace that could only be found when you were alone with him in the woods.

        There weren’t many tracks to follow that day, so you spent a lot of the time just wandering with him. He normally would turn back when he realized there was little chance of finding food. This time, though, you were there, and he could tell you needed the escape, so he accompanied you in your stroll and pretended to search for signs of edible life.

          A snap in the bushes drew both your attention in the direction it came from. Daryl’s crossbow raised, your knife in hand. You suspected either a walker or an animal, never a group of rugged men dressed in rags and muck. 

        The men circled you both, outnumbering you by three more. They reeked of dirt, sweat, and blood. They eyed you with a predatory passion, the kind that a woman feared coming from a man. As hard as you fought, you and Daryl were no match for them. Daryl managed to take one out, you managed to injure another, but the other three managed to overpower you both. 

        One held you both at gunpoint while the other two went to gather some wood for a fire. Whatever they had planned for you, it wouldn’t be good. They intended on keeping you both for the night, that much was clear, but past that you were uncertain. While the other two were away, and the man you injured was wallowing in pain, the guy keeping watch over the two of you with a rifle was making sure Daryl understood just how angry he was at him for killing one of theirs. 

        You’d scream and beg him to stop but the man beat Daryl down nonetheless. Eventually Daryl stopped fighting, the pain becoming overwhelming and the fear that retaliation would result in harm coming your way creeping at the back of his mind. 

        Still, you begged, and when the man didn’t stop, you scanned your surroundings for anything of use. Your eyes landed on a gray rock with jagged edges. You glanced over at the man who was still kicking Daryl into the ground, then down at Daryl, who was watching you with a knowing look. His eyes said everything that needed to be said. He was telling you to do it. 

        Without a second thought you rushed over to the stone and ran up behind the barbarian, slamming the rock into the back of his bald head. The man stumbled and grabbed his skull, but he hadn’t gone down. You gripped the rock tightly once again and smashed him in the temple. He fell to the ground with a thud, but he was still moving, and that meant you weren’t done yet. You couldn’t be. 

         You climbed over him and straddled him, raising the rock high above your head with both hands, and brought it down on his face. You weren’t really sure if it worked. You had never killed anyone before — let alone in such a brutal fashion — so you kept going. Hoisting the heavy stone up and bringing it back down as hard as you could. By the time you stopped to catch your breath, the man’s face was smashed in, non recognizable. Blood and brain matter were speckled all over you. 

        You looked at the rock in your hands with horror and dropped it to the ground, scrambling away from the body in disgust. You were panting, hyperventilating.  When Daryl finally pushed his aching body off the ground he rushed over to you.

         His face was bloody and bruised, but you were his main focus. He dragged you to your feet and pulled you back toward home, all the while replaying the events of the day in his mind. 

        He always knew he’d kill for you. Hell, he’d die for you. But he never thought you’d do the same for him. He didn’t think you could. He didn’t believe you should have had to. He was meant to protect you, to keep your pretty skin free from the gore. He may have failed at that, but he did learn something: you’d kill for him.

        He didn’t forget that, either. Not when he helped you clean up that night, not when he relayed the events to Rick and Deanna, not when months passed and it was all in the past. He was reminded time and time again what you’d do for him. When you killed Saviors, when the war was over, when Rick died and you made sure to stay for days at a time with Daryl at his camp in the woods. 

         It took him years to realize it, but he thought maybe you could love him. He thought maybe he loved you too. He thought, no matter what, he’d always find you, and you him. 

        After the Whisperers were gone, at the Commonwealth, between caring for Judith and RJ, he’d find as much time for you as he could. And one night, at your small apartment, he’d stand outside the door, playing with his fingers and gnawing at his cheeks until he took a deep breath of courage and knocked.

        You’d open the door and smile at him the way you always did. Soft and subtle, but real. You’d step to the side and let him in. He’d follow you to the kitchen where you’d pour a drink for you both. He’d take a sip, then two, maybe three. He’d wait for the buzz to set in enough to gain some confidence in himself. Then, he’d find himself staring at you, taking you in as everything that you were. You’d ask him, “What?” With an awkward giggle. You’d wonder if you had something on your face that he couldn’t look away from. 

        He’d shake his head and shrug, unsure if he could find the words to articulate what he was thinking or feeling. He never had a way with words. 

        He couldn’t find the right thing to say, he’d realize. But he did think he knew what to do instead. 

        So, in the midst of the thick silence that consumed you both, in your dimly lit kitchen, he’d step closer to you. You’d stare up at him. He’d get close enough that you could feel his soft breaths tickle the baby hairs on your forehead. He’d reach up, slowly, unsteady, until his hands found your jaw. Then, he’d lean down, and his lips would find yours. 

Masterlist // Taglist

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Divider credits can be found on my masterlist!

[starsexplodeatnight]

John Price X Reader!

My first published piece!

Captain John Pricex Reader!

Minors do not engage!

You loved him, really. But, John Price is a lot to handle. Yes, he is a family man, a great husband, a wonderful provider. But he holds on too tight. Tight enough to strangle. You- You had to do it.

even though it felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest when he found out... Oh, his poor watery blue eyes you loved so much...

You cried your eyes out in bed that night, alone.

Price is eh, heh- heh, heh, heh. He's not letting you go, love. Not ever.

You live in this incredible house, curtesy of your husband's high paying career in the military. It's the perfect place for children to grow up...

Toxic Ex-husband Price never leaves. "The house is ours, love. Ours is ours." And leaves no room for debate. He'll live in the in-law apartment above the detached garage, yeah? He's not happy about it and uses every instance he can to weaken your resolve and stop this silly 'separation' nonsense.

Walk's out onto the balcony in the morning in his robe, coffee in hand. The robe is open, exposing his chest to the neighborhood. He doesn't care that the women jogging by can see and stare. He only cares when he sees you stop and stare out your bedroom window, all alone. Before you aggressively close the curtains, trying not to fall for his tricks!

Semi Toxic Ex-husband Price, who still wants all the gossip you used to share with him when you were married. He'll just stroll into the house from the back door and hear you chatting with your friend from Pta.

He does what he used to, sit his ass right next to you and press his ear on the other side of your phone. Does he care about the gossip? Not really, it's amusing, but not really his thing. What he loves? He loves how you used to turn to him and go off. You look so happy, chattering on and on about what you'd just heard. Including him in your life...

He says he doesn't really like the gossip but will get upset if you don't tell him every detail. His job is to know, love. You can't just leave him hanging! He will demand to know more about Patricia from the parent-teacher conferences. She slept with the teacher! You can't leave him hanging on that, luv! Just to get you to talk to him the way you used to.

Semi Toxic Ex-husband Price, who is your mother's favorite.

She hates your sister's boyfriend; she hates your brother's wife. You? You landed the cream of the crop!!!

How could you have left him??? Your grandma, your mother and your aunties LOVE him, smug bastard. He eats it the fuck up...

They greet him like the long-lost son they wish they had! Meeting him at the door with kisses on the cheek, beckoning him towards the kitchen, treating him like royalty. He is the favorite, and he's not even blood!

"Oh, such a handsome man! So nice!" "So polite!" "And respectful!" "Here, is she feeding you enough?" Oh, when they learn you've served him with divorce papers? They all cry out in alarm. Everyone, not just the women. Uncles, Grandpa, Cousins, all of them.

"What you talking 'bout divorce? fah! He still come to family parties!" They would totally be on his side… They all help in his case to get back together with you.

It'd make him so much worse….

Especially if your youngest kid is going to her first day of school. You both drop her off and you bawl your eyes out and he's there to comfort you, just like he had with all the times before… cradling you to his strong but soft chest. So warm... familiar... soothes the heartache you're experiencing.

Do you want another baby? You miss having a little one around now that your youngest is off to school, yeah? He can help with that…

Maybe- Maybe you... Maybe you were too harsh on him. Maybe, give him another chance...

[ceirinen]

January 2024

I'm so glad that 2023 ended... I hope this year is so much better for everyone.

I didn't expect last month's list to be well received. I just wanted to show my admiration and gratitude to all those incredible writers. So there was no need to thank me for being included in the list, since recommending your stories is the least I can do as a reader.

Your writing is wonderful. Some of the things I've read this month have left me speechless, I didn't expect to find in a fic the quality of something that should be published instead.

Thank you for sharing your stories, for dedicating your time to writing, and for offering readers (for free) these masterpieces.

You can find the previous list here.

(If you are in this list and don't want to be in it let me know, please).

Like a good neighbor... | Cillian Murphy x fem!Reader by @cillianmesoftlyyy Cut the shit-delusion, sweetheart | Cillian Murphy x fem!Reader by @cillianmesoftlyyy Shut if off! | Cillian Murphy x Reader by @darlingsfandom No fucking way | Cillian Murphy x Reader by @cillspropertea A welcome surprise | Cillian Murphy x Reader by @garrison-girl-08

THOMAS SHELBY

Calling him pretty | Thomas Shelby x Reader by @darlingsfandom Not a virgin anymore | Tommy Shelby x Reader by @your-nanas-house Curses, spirits and other things nor to believe in | Thomas Shelby x OC by @dearshelby What really makes a family | Thomas Shelby x Reader by @dearshelby Nice face | Thomas Shelby x Reader by @dearshelby Missing | Thomas Shelby x Reader by @fallatyourfeet Winter light | Tommy Shelby x Reader by @fallatyourfeet Of bending and breaking | Tommy Shelby x Reader by @call-sign-shark He wouldn't dance with me | Tommy Shelby x Reader by @acewritesfics Fireflies | Tommy Shelby x Reader by @acewritesfics Always with me | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader by @look-at-the-soul Twelfth night | Tommy Shelby x OC by @evita-shelby

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Reddish marks | Alfie Solomons x Reader by @dearshelby Fuckin' irreplaceable | Alfie Solomons x Reader by @fallatyourfeet It's bloody three o'clock in the mornin' | Alfie Solomons x Reader by @fallatyourfeet How I met my dad (Cyril) by @raincoffeeandfandoms Afraid of everyone | Alfie Solomons x Reader by @pacifymebby

ARTHUR SHELBY

Thunder storms | Arthur Shelby x Reader by @pacifymebby People like us | Arthur Shelby x fem!Reader by @red-riding-wood Ruined | Arthur Shelby x fem!Reader by @red-riding-wood

Christmas together | Patricia "Kitten" Braden x fem!Reader by @your-nanas-house Truly smitten | Patricia "Kitten" Braden x shy!fem!Reader by @your-nanas-house I'll be your girl | Kitten Braden x Reader by @wutheringcaterpillar

The ward | Jonathan Breech x fem!Reader by @cillianmesoftlyyy

Miracle | Robert Capa x physicist!fem!Reader by @aurorag98

Little spy | Leonard "Lenny" Miller x fem!Reader by @aurorag98 Love of his life | Lenny Miller x younger!Reader by @aphroditeslover11

Just a little kiss | Emmett x Reader by @beastofburdenxo Quiet | Emmett x fem!Reader by @cillmequick

Hiding here inside a dream | Robert Fischer x OC by @emotionalcadaver

[pictureinme]

pleasee do a dom!kitten x sub!reader

thank u so much for requesting! i've been planning on doing purely dom!kitten for a while <3

dear mistress

dom!patricia 'kitten' braden x f!reader word count: 1.7k tags: dom/sub dynamics, mistress kink, teensy bit of fluff, established relationship, vaginal fingering, choking, p in v, unsafe sex

(ao3)

Kitten comes up behind you, trapping you in her tight embrace, "Hey, pretty girl."

You smile coyly, rubbing her arms that are wrapped around your chest, "Hello to you too, little miss handsy."

Her height difference was stark whenever she wore her platforms, such as now, and you adored it. She kisses the top of your head, humming in contentment, "I missed you, doll. You been good for me?"

Your flush with warmth at her words, "Of course, Kitten. Aren't I always so good for you?"

"Don't push it, you know you have a tendency to be… naughty," she puts an emphasis on the last word, her breath hot on your ear.

Kitten traces your body's curves with her hands, feeling each contour through your thin clothing. You moan under your breath, leaning into her touch. 

"I wouldn't ever disobey you, my Kitten."

She tightens her grip, "I'm not yours tonight, doll. You're mine."

You pick up on her meaning, and smile widely, excited for her next move. It had been so long since she took the lead.

"Undress yourself for me, dear (Y/N)."

Kitten lets go, and you turn around to face her. She's wearing her faux fur jacket, along with her floral bell bottoms, both an obnoxious yellow. Her hair was in brown curls, acting as a halo framing her face, where lips were adorned with a coral color.

You bite your lip as you look her up and down, and you begin to unbutton your dress. It was simple, just a multicolor paisley pattern, but Kitten always said it suited you.

Revealing your matching bra and panties, she smiles, "All done up for me… how precious is that?"

She admires your lacy white get-up, moving to embrace your warm chest in her cold hands. You bite back a whimper when Kitten squeezes, and she giggles.

“Don’t get shy on me now, love,” she starts to unclip your bra, “Lay down for me.”

You quickly set yourself down on the plush duvet, stripping yourself of your bra in the process. She mimics your movements, unzipping her yellow jacket, and unbuttoning her blouse. As she tosses both to the ground, you look up at her with lusty eyes.

“Oh, little (Y/N), what am I going to do with you?”

“Anything you’d like… Mistress.”

Kitten’s eyes sparkle at your honorific, and she moans gently, “Naughty, naughty, naughty…”

She opens your legs suddenly, revealing the spot of wetness on your otherwise pristine panties. Her mouth opens slightly, in awe of your desire for her. A manicured finger gently presses against you, and your hips buck up.

“Now, now, you said you’re always good, right?” You nod, “Then keep still while Mistress plays with you.”

Obeying, you feel her begin to pull your panties to the side, revealing your wetness to the cool air. You shut your eyes tightly at the feeling of her slowly spreading you open with her fingers, and Kitten takes quick notice.

“Look at me when I touch you.”

As quickly as you shut them, you open them even quicker, matching her darkened gaze. You love seeing her take control.

“Good girl,” she smiles softly, her soft lips curling, “Now, what would my good girl want?”

“I…” you try to answer, but she’s started kissing up your thighs, “I want you to make me yours, Mistress.”

Nodding, she nips at your soft skin, “I wouldn’t expect anything else from my perfect little pet.”

She pushes two fingers inside of you, and you whimper gently at the very welcome intrusion. Curling as she thrusts them in and out, you feel a familiar warmth slowly growing.

The obscene noises being created from her thrusts were delicious, and caused Kitten to rub her thighs together, unbeknownst to you.

Her fingers filled you up so well, and she could tell from the nonsense falling from your lips. She rubs her thumb around your clit, and you almost fall apart right there.

“Oh, fuck… Mistress, you’re good, so good, yes!”

“Is my pretty (Y/N) going to come all over her Mistress’ fingers? I haven’t even added a third yet…”

She adds another finger as she prompted, and you know for a fact you’re close.

“I wanna come for you, please, please…”

“Poor girl,” Kitten hums, feigning pity, “Let go for me.”

Your mouth falls open, releasing a long whine as your body shudders. Her fingers stay curled inside of you, helping you ride out your orgasm. She only relents when you grasp her wrist pleadingly.

Kitten rubs your thighs as she gets up to tower over you, her lips millimeters away from yours. You don’t dare close the gap, for fear of punishment. Luckily, she doesn’t make it hard for you.

She crashes her lips onto yours, and you savor the taste of cigarettes and lipstick. Her tongue seems to claim every inch of your mouth, and you adore it. Her little moans mixed with yours sounded heavenly.

Separating from you momentarily, Kitten’s eyes look wild with desire, “Pretty girl… let me make you feel even better, yeah?”

You nod quickly, not wanting her to get any other ideas. Grinning, she pulls down your underwear fully, tossing it on the slowing growing clothing pile. Kitten rids herself of her bell bottoms, leaving her bare, minus her skimpy panties.

Of course, they matched the rest of her now discarded outfit, with lacy yellow detailings. She was always a stickler for color coordination. Normally, you would appreciate her style sensibilities, but seeing her hardness straining against the fabric, there were other priorities.

“Take them off for me, pretty.”

You jump to fulfill her request, and slowly pull down her panties. Her length bobbing up to hit her stomach, she smirks at your stunned reaction.

Biting your lip, you watch Kitten push you back onto the bed, her body moving hypnotically. She kisses your forehead rather sweetly for the mood that was set, and moves back to kneel in front of your wide open legs. 

She stares adoringly at your wetness, nearly dripping onto the duvet, and tuts, “So messy for me.”

You flush warmly at her comment, but can’t focus on that for long when she starts to tease you with her tip. Your breath catches in your throat, and you can barely hold back a whine of pure need.

Once Kitten decides her length is prepped well enough, she pushes in slowly. You will never get used to that feeling.

Her mouth hangs open, eyes lidded, but still staring at her entering you, “Good God, you’re tighter than ever, my (Y/N)...”

You exhale slowly once she bottoms out, feeling a certain kind of fullness only she could provide.

“Kitten…”

She raises an eyebrow, stilling any possible movements, “Pardon?”

Your eyes widen at your mistake, “Mistress, mistress!”

“That’s right, you don’t get to call me that right now, little one,” Kitten manages to push even deeper into you, and you stifle a groan, “Be good for me, and I can overlook that little… mix-up.”

You nod vehemently, and she smirks. Beginning to thrust in and out of you, painfully slow, her breathing is ragged. She was just as lust-drunk as you were. Emboldened by this, you clench down on her length, eliciting a high pitched moan from her.

“Naughty little (Y/N)... I love it.”

Kitten’s movements pick up, and she reaches a hand to cup one of your breasts. Arching into her touch, she kneads in time with her thrusts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Your string of curses made her chuckle darkly, “Don’t be so crass while I’m treating you so nicely.”

She pinches your nipple to punctuate her words, and fucks you in earnest. You practically mewl at this, and it only increases her desire to ruin you.

You try to resist meeting her thrusts, but you just can’t when it feels so good. Kitten doesn’t stop you, but instead grabs your hips to force you to properly meet the movements. You loved the feeling of being used by her like this, you would give anything for her to feel the same level of pleasure she was giving you.

“Mistress, I’m close again, please don’t stop…”

“You’re not coming again before I do, greedy girl,” she maintains her rhythm, accompanied with her nails digging into your hips.

Kitten’s movements seemed frantic and desperate as she fucks into you. You grab at one of her hands on your hip, emboldened by the pleasure. Before she can protest, you bring it to your neck.

She smirks, and begins to wrap her hand around you, adding just enough pressure for you to feel every inch of pleasure heightened.

“So pretty like this, all desperate for me,” her voice cracks mid sentence, “Gonna fill you up, yeah? Make you all mine…”

You moan as loud as you can with the hand wrapped around your throat, and feel her stutter inside you. Kitten stills, all the way in, and you feel her release.

Just as quick as she stilled, she starts to move again.

“Good girl, waiting for me,” she tightens her grip, “Come for your Mistress.”

You shut your eyes tightly, feeling another wave coming on. In a flurry of ‘thank you’s’ and ‘mistress,’ you feel that coil in your stomach unfurl suddenly.

As you come down from your high, you see Kitten above you panting just as hard as you.

“Thank you, thank you, Mistress…”

She smiles tiredly, and lays against your chest, “No need to thank me, doll, you did absolutely amazing.”

You smile into her embrace, and you begin to pet her brown curls, causing her to hum contentedly. If you died in this moment, you would be okay with that.

“So good to me, Kitten,” you kiss the top of her head, “Can’t believe I’m all yours.”

“You had better believe it, love, cause you’re gonna be mine forever.”

She sits up, and slowly pulls out, making sure to not overstimulate you too much. Wincing, you feel her release dripping from you.

“Oh, my…” Kitten kneels to be eye level with your entrance, “So much dirtier than I thought, pretty girl. Guess I have to clean you up, hm?”

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

the swan and her princess (part 2)

summary: Swan Lake isn’t all beauty and grace, contrary to popular belief. And you experience firsthand that as you wage a one-sided war with your “rival” for the role of Odette.

chapter summary: A pleasant surprise turns out to be possibly not so pleasant after all.

pairing: Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman) x fem!Ballerina!Reader [aka some sort of a messy Ballet!AU]

word count: 2695

warnings: cussing, ballet terms, creative liberties taken since I’ve never been to Lincoln Center and the research I’ve done may or may not be fully accurate

a/n: :D got a little carried away with this one whoops doing this is much harder than i expected this au is taking up my entire brain pls help

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 (pending)

glossary:

Barre: A handrail used by ballet dancers to maintain balance while exercising. One hand is placed on the barre at all times, and the dancer stands beside it.

Kitri: The feisty and wilful heroine of the ballet Don Quixote. When her father Lorenzo tries to marry her off for money, she doesn’t play the victim, but hatches a plan to marry Basilio, the charming barber who has won her heart, and pursue her own version of happiness. As a dancer’s role, Kitri is athletic and demanding. Kitri wears striking red costumes (look them up, they’re really beautiful) and gestures expressively with a fan in a nod to her Spanish heritage.

Don Quixote: Don Quixote is a ballet in three acts, based on episodes taken from the famous novel Don Quixote de la Mancha by Miguel de Cervantes.

Kurta: A loose collarless shirt/dress of a type worn by people in South Asia, usually with a salwar, churidars, or pyjama.

Dupatta: A length of material arranged in two folds over the chest and thrown back around the shoulders, typically with a salwar kameez. Usually worn by women from South Asia.

Right after you set foot in the studio and dropped your bag in the corner, you made a beeline for the cacophonous, eagerly buzzing crowd that had formed around the cast list.

You saw a familiar duffel bag and raised your eyebrows slightly. Surprisingly, Gwen had showed up on time. Miracles really did exist.

Murmurs of disappointment and cheers of satisfaction rippled through the dancers in the room as they dispersed one by one, either wearing an expression of genuine excitement or a mask of disguised regret that they hadn’t tried harder or trained longer.

You pushed your way to the front, your eyes immediately darting to the name next to Odette. Your heart sank as you traced over the curly loops and sharper lines of the handwritten letters.

White Swan/Princess Odette : Patricia Roberts.

Pat…?

Sure, she was good, but she was always a little bit too fast for the pieces. She was brilliant at lightning-quick steps in speedy variations, but couldn’t ‘dance like a flowy fairy’, as your ballet teacher said, to save her life.

And the White Swan was all about being slow and sad and graceful.

Your eyes travelled further down the list, going through the roles of Odile, the cygnets, the general swans, and the royals. Each time, you were disappointed. By the time you reached the end of the list, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit anxious. Your name just… wasn’t there.

You were a part of this, right?

The entire class was taking part in this production. It wouldn’t make any sense for you to not be there. Even if it was just as a regular background swan.

“Can’t find your name either, huh?”

You hadn’t noticed that everyone else had broken off into excitedly chattering groups to start warming up and take their places at the barre, leaving only you and Gwen standing and craning your necks up at the piece of paper that seemed to decide your fate in the studio for the next few months.

You shook your head no, earning a sigh from Gwen that lasted longer than it probably should have.

“Well, we could ask Miss Walker, but she’s not here yet. So…” She shifted awkwardly beside you. You tried to observe her from your peripheral vision without being too obvious. She sounded… tired. Exhausted, really, like she hadn’t slept in a few days and then had to run a marathon around the city. She had done a pretty shoddy job of concealing the heavy dark circles under her eyes — which truly was saying something, because her makeup was usually immaculate.

Fuck. You couldn’t believe it, but for a moment you almost felt sorry for her. Well, maybe not just almost.

“Hey, uh… you good?” You winced at your attempt at a nonchalant tone. Gwen turned to look at you like you had sprouted a third head, slight confusion reflecting in her eyes.

You had never noticed them before, but she had nice eyes, honestly. The expressive kind that could show every little shift in her emotions if she didn’t hide it. And right now she looked like she was about to grin or crack a joke, so you fixed a scowl on your face to ward off any amusing thing she might have been gearing up to say.

The smile in her eyes faded.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Time to poke the bee’s nest. “You don’t sound—”

You were cut off as the studio doors flew open, and Miss Walker, looking extremely hassled, practically sprinted in. Random strands of hair poked out of her unusually-untidy bun, and her glasses were perched precariously on the tip of her nose. She held her phone in one hand and a clipboard in the other.

“Class, pointes on and everyone to the barre right now, please! Finish your second warmup, I’ll be right with you. Gwendolyn, Y/N, may I have a word with the two of you?”

We’re in trouble, mouthed Gwen with a comically scared, wide-eyed, completely exaggerated expression that was very childish and definitely should not have made you want to laugh. You bit the inside of your cheek to clamp down on your smile.

Your ballet teacher led you both over to a corner of the studio, adjusting her glasses right as they were about to fall off. “Okay, so I have some very good news for both of you. You might have noticed that your names weren’t on the final cast list at all, correct?”

You both nodded.

“As it turns out, you’ve been selected by the School of American Ballet to feature in New York City Ballet’s version of Swan Lake! And not selected for just any role — you girls are playing both Swans!”

The words took a few seconds to register in your mind. The sheer improbability of it all was phenomenal — two mere teenagers chosen to perform by the most prestigious ballet company in the world, to dance alongside some of the best professional ballerinas-in-the-making? This was a dream come true; was any of this real?

“You’re joking,” you heard Gwen say beside you. You felt like you were about to lift off and float all the way to the sky when your teacher just gave a broad, proud smile.

Everything after that was surrounded by a hazy glow of euphoric shock — blurred by excitement and lightheadedness and disbelief. You might’ve blacked out at one point, bracing yourself against the wall while you waited for your vision to clear.

Gwen suddenly narrowed her eyes in a wince, squinting as if she had a headache. “I’m so sorry, I have to go,” She mumbled hastily, before grabbing her bag and slipping out of the studio. And just like that, she was gone. Again.

You and Miss Walker exchanged a look of slight confusion, but she shrugged. “Well, you’re dismissed for today, Y/N. They’re expecting you tomorrow. You know where the company is, right?”

“Yes, miss.” Of course you did, which ballerina didn’t? Of all the best aspiring ballet dancers’ dream companies, New York City Ballet was right up there with The Royal Ballet in London, Paris Opera Ballet in France, and the Australian Ballet in Melbourne. In other words: this was a giant fucking deal and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

You’d have to be beyond idiotic to blow it off.

You arrived at Lincoln Center (which housed the New York City Ballet), fresh-faced and a few minutes early. Well, maybe not so fresh-faced, since you could barely sleep because of nerves. Throughout the night, what felt like a million thoughts that were all variations of what if I’m not good enough? and maybe I’m not cut out for this plagued you well into the early hours of the morning.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see Gwen, looking annoyingly (and most probably effortlessly) put-together and honestly quite fashionable. Did she have to have such perfect eyeliner? Even her hair tips seemed pinker than usual.

“Wow, you’re early for once,” You tried to load snark into your tone but failed miserably, earning you an insufferably relaxed chuckle from Gwen.

You shook your head and focused on trying to find the ballet company’s actual studio. Lincoln Center was comprised of a complex of buildings in a giant neighbourhood that you had never been in before, and the David H. Koch Theater which housed the New York City Ballet was just one of those many buildings spread over 16.3 acres.

You were lucky you two had arrived early, because it took you ten whole minutes trying to find the theater - because, as it turns out, you and Gwen had entered from a separate entrance from the main one. Finally you entered the studio, and for a while the only sounds were that of your shoes squeaking on the shiny wooden floors.

Something that struck you was just how big everything about it was.

The light fixtures that lined the walls cast yellow light all along the hallway, illuminating everything with a soft glow the colour of honeyed amber. Just walking that corridor made you feel like you were approaching a royal ballroom, floating around in a gown that could put Kitri’s costume from Don Quixote to shame.

You finally saw the door to the studio. Someone was waiting outside — a man in an all-black suit with close-cropped black hair and a salt-and-pepper beard. His face broke into a smile as he saw you and Gwen, and without waiting for you to fully make it to the door, he strode forward and clasped your hand.

“Welcome to New York City Ballet! I’m Carlos, the resident choreographer of this company. We’ve been expecting you! Your teacher has informed you of the production we are working on, yes?” He rattled all of this off at full speed in clipped, staccato pronunciations, so fast that it took you a second to register what he was saying.

“Swan Lake, right?” Gwen answered for you.

“Yes, yes. I assume you both know the combinations for both swans?” You nodded maybe a little too eagerly, eliciting a subtle eyebrow-raise from Carlos. “Very good. Come, I will introduce you to Shaoni. She is our support staff, and a former ballet mistress. She taught many young dancers who went on to become famous prima ballerinas. Don’t take her words too seriously; her bark is worse than her bite.”

He gave you a sympathetic smile and pushed open the double doors. Immediately the first thing you saw was a woman wearing a blue kurta with a gold-trimmed dupatta, her dark hair pinned into a bun at the nape of her neck. The thing that stood out most about her was her highly displeased scowl that had her looking like someone had insulted her entire bloodline three times over, spat in her face and then wrecked her favourite tutu.

Forget a simple resting bitch face, this was a prime, next-level display of an I’m-done-with-this-shit-and-I-need-a-vacation expression.

“Good morning, girls. My name is Shaoni Lahiri, you will address me as Miss Lahiri. You’re a bit early; please begin your warmup while we wait for the others. Also, our artistic director wanted to talk to you about your first day, so once he arrives meet him in his office.” Miss Lahiri had just finished her introductory monologue when her phone buzzed in her pocket with a notification.

Her eyes swiped over the lockscreen for a brief second before she tucked it away again, and you could’ve sworn you saw her roll her eyes slightly when she saw the name of the messager. “Mr. Osborn will see you now. The door to his office is in the far left corner of the studio. Try not to get lost, will you?” Even her sarcasm sounded effortlessly annoyed beyond relief.

And just like that, she abandoned you and went over to compare choreography notes with Carlos.

You turned and followed her directions, noticing a polished wooden door near the end wall of the studio. “Hey, wait for me!” Gwen had been busy gawking at the studio and, really, you couldn’t quite blame her. It truly was something else compared to the much smaller one you were used to.

You knocked once and pushed open the door once you heard a voice call out, “Come in!”

The moment the door swung open, you were immediately blinded by the brightest white light you had ever seen. The entire office looked like it had been bleached to within an inch of its life; there were no specks of dust to be seen and everything was neatly arranged in cupboards and on shelves.

“Oh, hello there!” Once your eyes had readjusted, you noticed a man with greying red-brown hair in a crisp suit with a green pinstripe jacket, an orange vest, and black pants. He sat with his hands clasped neatly on the lacquered teakwood desk in front of him, wearing a polite smile.

“You must be the new arrivals, yes? Let’s see, what are your names…” He opened a folder that had been pushed to one side of the desk, flicking through pages. “Gwen Stacy and Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yes, that’s us,” You answered quickly, feeling slightly giddy with excitement as the truth sunk in properly. This wasn’t a dream, you had really been selected by the fucking New York City Ballet. You would be working alongside some of the best ballet dancers in the area. Better yet, you had more than a fair chance at dancing Odette. Of course, so did Gwen, but you were obviously the better choice… it wasn’t personal, really, just that she barely attended a full class and therefore should probably dance Odile instead.

“Excellent, excellent. Pleasure to meet you. I’m Norman Osborn, the artistic director of this company.” He stood up and shook your hand. He smiled at Gwen, but instead of smiling back, she just dropped her gaze, inhaling sharply as if she had been stung.

“Something’s not right with him,” She murmured to you the moment Mr. Osborn turned his back to retrieve a folder from his filing cabinet. “I can’t explain it, just… please trust me. I think he’s going to be a threat to us.”

You felt annoyance flare up inside you, white-hot maelstroms of anger expanding by the second. “Please excuse us, Mr. Osborn. Gwen and I need to discuss something.” You tried to sound as inconspicuous and well-mannered as you could. You grabbed Gwen’s shoulder and pulled her through the door, closing it behind you.

“Listen here,” You hissed, letting go of her. “I didn’t make it all this way and train for an extra four hours a day for three years just so you could blow this off. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re some sort of a package deal. So don’t you dare make up stuff and tell me this perfectly polite man is a threat. Is this some sort of scheme? You make me get cold feet, pretend like you’re dropping out, then when you convince me to leave the company you swoop in and snatch up the role of Odette? Is that what you’re playing at?”

Gwen stared at you in utter disbelief, rubbing her shoulder where your grip had tightened just a little too much. “What? No, of course not. I would never—”

“Okay, good. Now let’s get back in there and do whatever the hell he wants us to do, because this is the New York City Ballet and we are not leaving till we’re done with this production, got it?”

For a split second, intense desperation marred her features and she looked like she was about to cry. Then, just as quickly as it had come, all the vulnerability displayed on her face disappeared — but not from her eyes. Her mouth and eyebrows were relaxed, cool, but her eyes shone with a feverish light that made her look a bit manic. Finally she took a deep breath and glared levelly at you.

“Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Something about her tone would have sent a shiver down your spine if you hadn’t been so pumped up about this whole ordeal. You dismissed it easily, penning it, possibly, as the sullen disappointment of a plotter whose evil scheme hadn’t gone quite according to plan.

You entered the office again, Gwen trailing behind you reluctantly, and gave Mr. Osborn a big smile. “You were saying?”

He passed you and Gwen two sheets of paper and a pen. “Sign this. It’s a contract that officialises your stay at this company for the duration of this production.”

You signed it eagerly. Gwen, who was studying the words intently, noticed your impatience and signed it too.

“Perfect,” said Norman Osborn, giving you a big smile. Was it just you, or did it look more plastic this time…?

Nope, definitely just you. He carefully filed the sheets away and clasped your hand in a handshake once again. “Welcome to New York City Ballet. I’m sure this contract will prove to be beneficial to the both of us.”

Gwen dropped her eyes to the floor. Probably just her odd headaches acting up again.

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Tomorrow's promise

Paring: Shane Walsh × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader, Daryl Dixon x reader (slow burn)

Warning: Swearing, character death

Chapter: 2.12

“Rick,” your raw voice is barely audible. “Rick, Rick.”

Your brother fails to hear you as he and Carl face the opposite way as he tries to explain things to his son. You scramble to your feet and rush to them. “We need to go. The dead are coming.”

The three of you manage to run to a tree, which temporarily hides you from the dead, but you’d need to move fast. Carl whispers, “We've got to get to the house; tell the others.”

“We’ll never get through that; we can’t go around,” Rick says. “Both of you stay close. Go.”

You grab hold of Carl’s hand and run towards the barn, which was the safest option. Once inside, Rick locks the barn door, but the walkers that spotted you running push at the door. You notice the ladders leading to higher ground. “Carl, go up, now.”

You start following your nephew, but Rick grabs your hand and gives you a lighter. “Drop it when I say.”

You take it and rush up. You watch as he pours gas out of a red tank on the ground and hope the fire kills all the walkers. The last thing you wanted was for them to reach the farmhouse. The fire would also give the others the chance to escape, and most importantly, your sweet son would be safe.

Rick opens the door to lure the dead in. “Y/n now!”

Soon as he starts to climb the ladder, you drop the lighter, setting the barn ablaze. You grab his hand and pull him up. “What now? We need to get to the house. I need to get to Jace.”

“If we can’t get to him, Lori will; she’d never leave without him. But for now, we take out as many walkers as we can to stop them from getting to the house.”

Holding back tears, you nod.

As more walkers were drawn in by the brightness of the flames, you, Rick, and Carl fired at them. The wood beneath you seems to become less stable as the fire grows bigger. The three of you step out onto the ledge hanging above the door to the barn. At least if it collapses outside, one of you may have a chance of escaping the dead.

“Hey! Hey! Over here!” Rick waves his hand to get the attention of Jimmy, who was driving the RV.

The RV pulls up just underneath the ledge, and you jump onto it beside Rick, then take Carl's hand to help him. By the time you climb down from the RV, Jimmy has already been eaten by walkers.

You attempt to run in the direction of the house when Rick grabs your wrist and says, “No, come on this way into the woods.”

“I need to go back for Jace.”

“You’ll never make it; now come on.”

Reluctantly, you run with him and Carl into the woods. The air was becoming thick with smoke, causing each breath to feel poisonous. Gunfire rang out from all directions, so it was hard to pinpoint where the others were. Once the walkers chasing you trail off, you run back to the house with Carl close behind you. You sprint up the stairs to where you left your son, but he’s not there. Carl checks a few other rooms, but he doesn’t find him.

“Shit!” You grab Carl’s hand again and drag him outside, where your brother is shooting walkers with Hershel. “Rick, he’s not there!”

“Lori must have taken up. We have to go.”

He was right; everyone else was gone, so she would have taken him with her. Now you need to find her. When two walkers get close, you shoot them in the head and say, “Carl, stay behind me until we reach the truck!”

In-between blasts, you hear Hershel say, “I saw her leave with Beth and Patricia, but not with the boy.”

“What?!”

Your arms fall to your sides as you feel your world starting to collapse. Rick shoots a walker that almost grabs you from behind before wrapping his arm around you and pulling you towards the truck. “My baby,” you cry. “Let me go; I need to find my baby.”

“Y/n, if we don’t go now, we will all die.”

You kick your legs out desperately, trying to get out of his grip. “He’s still in the house; I must have missed him! Rick, let me go!”

Rick ignores you and tosses you into the back seat as if you weigh nothing. Hershel tries his best to comfort you while watching his home crumble to the ground. The only thing you do in that moment is cry hysterically, thinking about your son.

Losing Shane was hard, but losing Jace would completely destroy you.

—

Daylight has not long passed when Rick drives the truck back onto the highway, in the same spot where the RV was once parked. You sit on the edge of an abandoned car and look at the spot in the road where the vehicle once was and sob. You remember when the horde of walkers appeared right before Sophia ran into the woods, and you were terrified of losing your family, your son, and your fiancé, but Shane kept him safe. Even if Jace had begun to cry, Shane would have killed all of them to keep his son safe.

Shane would never have let this happen.

Everything around you seems like a blur; even when the occasional walker goes by, you’re only shaken from your thoughts when Carl pulls at the sleeve of your jacket; his eyes are swollen and puffy, much like your own from crying, “Aunt y/n, I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“It’s my fault; if I hadn’t left the house, then you would never have.”

Gently, you take his face in your hand. Your voice cracks as you speak, “None of this is your fault, okay? Nothing that happened is.”

You pull him in for a hug and hold him.

You hear vehicles approaching, but don’t even lift your head to see who it is because as soon as you know who made it through the night, you’d know who hadn’t.

“Yo y/n!” Daryl calls out. “You’ve got a real screamer, you know that?”

Taking a deep breath, you finally look up and see Carol climbing off the back of Daryl’s motorbike, with him still seated at the front. He gets off it slowly, and you hear him mumble, “Yeah, yeah, now you stop crying because your mom is here.”

You let go of Carl and stared at him in disbelief. Your voice is weak. “Jace?” A new stream of tears will pour down your cheeks as soon as you see your son. You rush over to Daryl and take Jace from him. “My sweet boy, I thought I’d lost you.”

“Soon I saw you on the ledge of the barn. I went back and got him.”

You cover Jace’s face with kisses. “I’m so sorry for leaving you. I’m never going to do that again.”

Daryl smiles. He goes to walk away, but you grip his arm with your free hand and kiss him on the cheek. “I know I’ll never be able to say it enough, but thank you.”

He swallows thickly and says nothing. Daryl wasn’t the best at receiving compliments or being thanked; he seemed to struggle with the idea that he was truly a good man.

The survivors have a brief discussion of who the walkers were. Patrica and Jimmy were both dead, and Andrea was missing.

Lori looks directly at you and asks, “Where's Shane?”

“Shane’s gone,” you say. “He’s gone.”

Looking devastated, she hugs your brother, which seems like a twisted irony.

—

The group decides it’s best to move on before the remaining walkers from the horde that overran the farm appear. Carol joins Daryl on his motorcycle while the rest of you split between two different vehicles.

You get behind the wheel of the truck, your brother sits beside you and takes Jace from your arms, freeing you up to drive, while Lori, Carl, and T-Dog get into the back seats.

“Oh shit,” after only a few hours of driving, you pull over to the side of the road and signal for the others to stop.

You take Jace from Rick, get out of the truck, and walk down to the other car.

“You out?” Daryl asks.

“Running on fumes, and it’s going to get dark soon.”

In a sharp tone, Rick says, “We’ll have to make a run for some gas in the morning.”

Soon as he says that, others begin to question what he’s saying, and you watch as your brother becomes more angry. Rick was trying his best to remain calm and keep everyone safe. “Stop panicking and listen to Rick.”

“All right, we’ll set up a perimeter. In the morning, we’ll find gas and some supplies and keep pushing on.”

“Glenn and I can go on a run just now; try and scrounge up some gas,” Maggie suggests.

“No, we stay together,” your brothers said sternly. “God forbid something happens and people get stranded without a car. I know this looks bad; we’ve all been through hell and worse, but at least we found each other. I wasn’t sure... I really wasn't, but we did. We’re together. We keep it that way.”

You feel Lori’s eyes burning into you; she must have known Rick’s building rage wasn’t just about the farm burning.

“We’ll find a shelter somewhere. There’s got to be a place.”

“He’s right, we need to find a place and hunker down.” You nudge Rick on the shoulder and point towards what looked like the end of the trail by the edge of a waterfall that was surrounded by brick walls. “What about over there? Would that do for tonight?”

“That will be our campsite for tonight,” he confirms.

With a frightened look on her eyes, Beth steps forward. “What if Randall finds us?”

“You know I found Randall, right?” Daryl says. “He had turned, but wasn’t bitten or scratched.”

You and Rick share a look. You gulp down, “we better get moving before it gets dark.”

“What the hell? You two know something, don’t you?” Lori says, glaring in your direction.

Neither of you answered.

“Shane killed Randall just like he always wanted,” Darl states.

“And then the herd got him?” Lori asks.

Rick lets out a deep sigh. He stares at the ground, a troubled look on his face. “We’re all infected.”

A few seconds of silence pass before anyone speaks again.

“What?”

“At the C.D.C., Jenner told me. Whatever it is, we all carry it.”

Carol looks at him teary-eyed and says, “And you never said anything?”

“What difference would it make?"

While your brother defends his reason for keeping what Jenner told him a secret from the rest of the group, you walk to the car and open the boot. You needed to get him away before he reached his limit; you felt bad that he had to carry the weight of knowing that himself.

“Rick?”

Shaking his head, he walks over to you and asks, “What?”

You place Jace on his back in the empty boot of the car so he doesn’t wriggle away or fall, then pull out a small packet of wet wipes from your back pocket and pull two out of it. You give one to your brother, and when he reaches you, he takes it and wipes at his face while you try to get some of Shane’s dried blood from your hands. Aside from Daryl, who was observing you and Rick, everyone else was too caught up in panicking to notice your absence.

The adrenaline of everything that has happened is the only thing keeping you from crumbling.

“Are we in agreement? I killed Shane.”

Your eyes flash up at him in surprise. “You didn’t.”

“I killed him.”

“Rick…”

He blinks away the tears forming in his eyes. “Shane was shot, not bitten. That’s how, when he turned, I knew Jenner was right.”

You rub at your eyes, trying your best not to cry again. “I knew Shane was lying. I saw him bury his gun right before he said Randall snuck up on him. I had no idea he’d try and hurt you; otherwise, I would have said something. I just thought he wanted Randall gone. I turned a blind eye to so many things. It’s my fault all of this happened.”

“No, it’s not.” Rick brushes his hair behind your ear. “Shane killed Randall, then lured me away from everyone else to do the same to me. He had become unhinged and dangerous.”

Sniffling, you say, “I still love him; does that make me crazy?”

“No, no, you two were together for a long time and share a child. The person Shane was before the apocalypse would have hated the person he became.”

“I bet he never would have imagined he’d die at the hands of someone he loved.”

“Me, his best friend.”

“I can’t let you—”

Rick shakes his head. “Carl thought it was me who shot him, so that’s the story we are going to go with.”

“Why?”

“I’ve not always been able to protect you.” Rick wipes away his own tears. “But I can do this, so if anyone asks, I shot Shane in self-defense.”

—

You scowl at Lori as she sits on the opposite side of the small fire. Rick had told her privately what had happened with Shane, including that he killed him in self-defense and insisted on being supportive; she had turned her back on him. Her reaction made you wonder which man she really loved.

You turn your head to the side and snap when you hear Carol saying she wants a man of honor instead of your brother taking charge and that Rick is only going to drag Daryl down with him. The moment Rick went on watch, they took the chance to whine about him. “I'm going to say this as respectfully as I can, but you all need to shut the fuck up about my brother. He didn’t ask for any of this, but he’s doing his best to keep us together and alive.”

Carol looks at you as if you’re crazy. “He killed his own friend.”

It made you feel physically sick knowing he was lying for you. You wanted to tell them all the truth so they’d back off, but revealing the fact you both lied would probably make things worse.

“You’re right, I did,” Rick says as he walks back towards the group. “You saw what it was like—how he pushed me, how he compromised us, how he threatened us. He staged the whole Randall thing and led me out there just to put a bullet in my back. Then y/n turned up, and he turned on her; he gave me no choice.”

You let out a gasp with the last part, then quickly covered it with a cough. Jace was lying between your legs, wrapped up in your jacket, and seeing his tiny, peaceful face scrunch up in his sleep, you felt a weight pressing down on your chest. Not only had you taken his father from him, Jace was now going to grow up with the people around him believing his dad tried to hurt his mom.

“Maybe you people are better off without me,” Rick says bitterly as he lets out pent-up frustration. “Go ahead. I say there’s a place for us, but maybe that’s just another pipe dream. Maybe I’m fooling myself again. Why don’t you go and find out for yourself? Send me a postcard. Go on, there’s the door. You can do better. Let’s see how far you get.”

Rick’s outburst didn’t surprise you, but the expression on everyone else’s face did. You were just as guilty as the rest of them for not realizing sooner how much your brother did for everyone, except you weren’t challenging him on every decision he made.

When nobody responds, he continues. “No takers? Fine. But get one thing straight: you’re staying; this isn’t a democracy anymore.”

Rick walks off again, leaving everyone in silence.

Have a stir, and you pick him up and hold him close to your chest. He was grumpy from the lack of sleep. You begin to rock him gently, while trying your best to avoid Lori’s murderous glare.

[slasherscream]

Okay so I maybe saw something involving two lovers and one said and I quote, "give me my baby."

Now just imagine that was Patricia.

Because I did, regardless of gender she trying to get us and/or her pregnant. Patricia may not even want a baby, but the possibility of it something that is traditionally is synopsis with the female body and womanhood-motherhood, especially her getting pregnant is something she never knew she needed. It starts out as her saying that^ then she wants another round and another. Then teasing and edging cause the climax after and it's reward is what she wants. She milks herself then stuffs us full with a plug to stop any leaks or the other way around. This goes on and builds up for months.

Then one day we're awake and tied up one day on the bed, she must have slipped us something from last night's dinner, no clothing on us, vibrators on different areas we have, we're stuffed full from her with something vibrating on the inside of us low and slow, with a tub sucking on us at leisurely pace or a dildo pumping into us at an even slower pace, we can tell they've been on for awhile. She comes in with at lovely smile of her's with something not so sweet in her eyes. She has remotes in her hands and says good morning and gives us our morning kiss, but not without pressing the highest setting on the device making moan obscenely loud giving her tounge full range of our mouth. She eats our moan, they're so delicious to her, then she stop the machines, she wants our undivided attention on her.

She only human and can't do this by herself all day long so these machines will help her, she's going to have a self care day, making herself some delicious food, watch her favorite movies and shows, experimenting with her make up, and will come in regularly to check in on us. Give us fresh food to eat from a charcuterie board and cold water to drink, whipes us down from the sweat that's gathered on our skin, tease us on our weak points, and of course remove the plug holding remanence of her in us and pumps herself vigorously inside to replenish all that has leaked out. She tells us this causes she is going to blind folds us, not wanting us to be left in the dark, and want our mouth not gaged to chew and swallow without strain and she also wants to hear us moan when she hikes up the vibrations and sucking/pumping. She also going to be so generous in feed us herself, so just turn your head to the side and use your tounge to feel and taste what is weighing on your lips, open wide and suck all what's before you before you bite down.

Just something to think about I know I have.

just someTHING TO THINK ABOUT??? as if my brain chemistry isn't different now, sure!!!

[fuxuannie]

* pairings : orpheus de ross x gender neutral reader

* prompt : a novelist is left to write about his feelings for the person who he loves dearly, surely he couldn't struggle doing that, right? (wrong.)

* authors note : i love orphy sososos much <3 first fic,, reqs r open ♡.

ORPHEUS was a man who could express himself better with a pen and paper rather than use his own words. He was more than capable of doing so, but some things tend to leave him tongue tied. And there was someone that he wanted to have them untie it for him.

You were someone who shared unconditional kindnes to Orpheus, at the time, he really didn't think much of it. He appreciated your kind gestures, but never reciprocated. It was until one day, you had written him a good luck note, and given it to him before his games would start within the day.

It wasn't much, but the little gesture left an impact. The next day, he had approached you with a small smile and a letter in hand, an expression that you didn't often see from him. Nevertheless, you smile and give your due thank you.

One letter turned to two, two into three and three to a box-full of little notes and letters that the two of you were exchanging in the span of a few months.

Orpheus had grown fond of you in that time, he'd never admit it, but he'd often miss you dearly, and would read the letters he collected in your voice while you're gone. and those of the manor knew it.

"Confess to them already!" Suggested Emily,

"Man up and tell them before someone else does." said Naib,

"Just take your time and confess when you're ready." Patricia sighed.

None of those ideas he was a fan of, mostly because it involved actually telling you how he felt. Which in truth, he didn't want to do, nor was it any of their business to be snooping on his love life.

But despite believing it was for the best to stay friends, his evergrowing feelings were getting harder to control, as the simple brush against your fingertips made him ever so quietly flustered.

snap snap.

The sound of fingers snapping caught his attention.

"Orpheus?" Alice, his dear friend called out. "You're usually not so lost in thought, do you have something in mind?" She asked, snapping Orpheus back into reality as he now recalled he agreed to meet her for tea. So currently, they were in Alice's room. She sat on her chair, while Orpheus sat on her bed across to her.

"Well, it's more.. someone." He replies, clearing his throat as Alice couldn't help but smile. "Oh? Have you found someone you're interested in?" She teased, but Orpheus remained quiet. His silence speaking much louder than the words he would never admit.

"You have?!"

"You of all people, should have been the last one to know."

Alice was immediately overjoyed, "I thought you would die alone and sad! Oh my gosh, who is it?!" she questioned eagerly. "One, rude. Two.. its (name)." He admitted honestly, not bothering to hide his feelings or anything of the sort.

Alice's eyes practically lit up. "(name)!? I knew it! You two have been spending an awful lot of time together, and the way you couldn't help but cover your mouth after speaking to them was such an obvious sign! You do not simply like them, you are inlove with them!" She accused him of his love crimes, and admittedly, he pleaded guilty. Hanging his head down low as he hid his red cheeks.

"Yes, I may or may not be inlove with them. But I.. I don't know exactly how to tell them. Actually, I'm not even sure if i want to" He puts his cup of tea on her desk. Almost mumbling that entire ramble as Alice puts her index over her lips, as if she was in thought.

"How about you write a letter? You seem to be good at it, and it'll be sweet! Sure, theres a difference using your voice in a confession compared to a letter, but at least they'll be able to keep your words and preserve it forever. It's almost like that the paper is a promise to them! As long as those words are written by you, for however long they last, you promise to stay true to the words you wrote." She suggests with a snap of a finger and a small smile.

Though the idea sounded really corny, Orpheus couldn't deny that it would've been easier. He was always better on paper than in person, and he couldn't deny that he could write a novel long confession for you. Cause thats how you made him feel, with a simple gesture of kindness, you had even the most stoic and calm man stumbling over his words. So surely, it wouldn't be the hardest thing to do.

If only he knew how badly he'd eat those words later. Cue to the fact it's 11pm, Orpheus' usually tidy and organized hair turned to a mess as he pushes it back for the 10th time. Crumpling the 16th paper and dumping it in the trash, usually Orpheus wouldn't mind a Writers Block, but the fact he asked you to meet him in the Dining Room tomorrow made him really stressed.

"Maybe I should call it off.." But even before he could finish that thought, he could already hear Alice's nonestop scolding about being afraid of his own feelings. But maybe he was, maybe he was afraid of his own feelings, very specifically the fear of losing you because of it. He's read it a thousand times in several novels, the guy confesses to the person they love and boom. They lose them. He didn't want that to happen, especially not with you.

However, Orpheus didn't want to be a man filled with regret. So he emptied his mind, grabbed a pen and he focused on one of the very few things that mattered in his life. You.

It's 6AM, the manor was playing classical music on it's exact cue. You sat in one of the Dining Room chairs, humming to yourself while waiting for Orpheus to arrive. While the man himself was having Alice tell him for the 100th time that his hair looked fine, but put his pants on backwards.

"(name)?" He calls out for you from behind, a hand on your seat as you turn around and smile. "Orpheus, good morning." You greet him as usual, his gaze on you is so soft. So warm and welcoming, he pulls the chair to your side and turns it so it can face you properly. "So, I wanted to tell you something." He began, trying to maintan eye contact with you as he avoided the urge to look away.

"(name), for the longest time, I-"

"I like you too, Orpheus."

He's not allowed to get another second in, and you look at him with the most serious expression on your face. "I like you." You repeated. His entire composure that he tried to build up all night melted. You smile a little at his reaction, watching him scramble to cover his mouth as a tint of red glows on his face.

You gently take his hand away from your face, and hold it in your own. "I'm sorry if I ruined the moment." You apologize, squeezing his hand as he's now left to show his entire world his very flustered expression. "No uh, actually I'm glad you did. I spent 5 hours trying to uh.. plan a confession and.. was left thinking of you and nothing else that I forgot to write something." He confessed, laughing to himself as his gaze was originally you and his hand intertwined together, but was pleasantly surprised to see you slightly blush.

"You.. were thinking of me?" You asked, "The question should be, when do I not think about you?" He answered.

There was a comforting silence, before Orpheus lifted your hand up to plant a kiss on your knuckles. Just incase that the lips was something you weren't ready for yet.

"Actually, I think that the question should be.. What now?" He said softly, and you quite literally pull him into a hug. "Take one step at a time. We'll figure things out together, right?"

He smiles, returning the embrace. "Right." He pulls away for a moment, looking you in the eyes and carressing your cheek before you gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Hah.. Thank you. For everything."

Maybe confessing wasn't such a bad idea after all.

[alotofrandomfangirling]

Delusional (Son Heung-Min x actress!reader)

Summary: you're an actress in England and one day you get called to work in a commercial with your long time celebrity crush Son Heung-Min. Will you make it through?

Warnings: none

Author's note: well, the inspiration bug bit me again and i had to do this 😅 this cute scenario showed up in my mind and i tried to write it. I hope you like it ❤️ sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻

It was early in the morning, you had just had breakfast when your phone chimed with a new text.

"Amanda: morning, sunshine. New job in sight. U in?"

Amanda was your agent, a great friend and one of the most hardworking people you had ever met. She discovered you when you were still beginning your acting career and, in just a couple of years, she made you one of the most promising rising stars of England. Now everyone at the english showbiz had their eyes on you and she always made sure you had the hottest jobs in front of you.

You quickly replied: "sure. Facetime in 5?"

Amanda called you and filled you in with all the details. It was a perfume commercial and you were the main actress.

"It's super fancy, super fresh, so they wanted England's rising star to do it. What do you think?" - Amanda asked.

She was usually super excited when talking to you about new jobs but today she seemed a bit off, like she was hiding something... you just shook that feeling off and replied:

"It's perfect, i'm in!"

"Oh there's a tiny detail" - she said, with a smirk - "you'll be costarring with a male actor."

"Uhh okay, no problem" - you said, a bit suspicious - "Who is it?"

"It's the brand ambassador: football player Son Heung-Min" - well, damn.

It was like the world had stopped for a second. Son. Heung. Min???

No way.

Being an actress meant you had to keep private life as private as possible, but all your close friends (including Amanda) knew how much of a fan you were of the captain of the Korea national team. You didn't miss any Spurs or Korea national team matches, even though it meant watching them on your smartphone between takes. All for your beloved number 7. And now you were going to work with him?? On a commercial??

It made sense though. They wanted a super football celebrity and a rising star together: a recipe for sucess.

That's why Amanda was acting so weird. She knew exactly what she was getting you into.

"Are you freaking serious?!" - you asked, kind of terrified - "Amanda, i can't do it!"

She just laughed and said:

"Of course you can! Think about it: it's the perfect opportunity to book an incredible job AND get to know one of your idols! And if anything happens, just act out and pretend you're not the biggest fangirl I know. Are you my best actress or not?"

You laughed at her point. But it was true, you couldn't let that opportunity pass by.

"Okay, i'll do it. But you have to back me up there!" - you said, laughing.

"Great! I'll send you location and time soon"

She then said goodbye and left you there wondering how were you going to work with your celebrity crush.

**************

The day of the filming had arrived and you were a mix of nervous and excited. Amanda told you to get there soon because you were going to start early and finish everything in one day, so you got there by morning.

"Morning, Amanda!" - you said greeting her.

"Morning, sunshine! Or should i say 'sonshine' hahaha are you excited?" - she asked, with a smirk.

"Oh my gosh, please keep it low" - you said trying to hide your blush with your hands.

"Oh please, stop it, you're gonna kill it. Come on, let's get inside"

You got in and Amanda introduced you to Patricia, the director of the commercial. She was super nice and made sure you were completely comfortable with everything.

"Okay, so let's go meet the crew? Have you met your costar for today?" - she asked and you felt a bit embarassed.

"Oh no, first time meeting a football star" - you replied laughing and she could feel you were a bit nervous.

"Don't worry, i'm sure it's his first time meeting England's favorite rising star too" - she said winking and it made you feel better.

She showed you around and immediatly took you to hair and makeup because "we can't lose more time!".

When you got to the place, he was already there. Him. The man. Spurs player. Korean national team captain. Super celebrity. And most importantly: your long time crush. In all his glory, sitting down and scrolling on his phone. Even that simple sight had your heart beating faster. But you were determined not to let anything slip and just be professional. After all, nothing could happen, right?

Patricia said: "Mr. Son, this is (Y/N) (L/N), your fantastic costar for today. I'll leave you both here for hair and makeup and come back soon to get you, okay?"

He got up and walked towards you to talk to you. The man was so perfect you could swear he was literally glowing.

"Hi, nice to meet you, (Y/N)" - he said with that beautiful smile as he shook your hand - "It's a pleasure, i loved you in 'Sweet Paradise'".

You literally had one of those 'you.exe has stopped working' moments. Had the Son Heung-Min actually watched one of your movies?? Now you really wanted to bury your head in the sand. But you kept it professional, of course.

"Wow what an honor! Thank you so much. It's a pleasure for me too, I'm a huge Spurs fan." - yeah, we know you were totally toning your fangirling down - "Nice to meet you too, mr. Son" - you said smiling back and trying to play it cool.

"No, please, just Heungmin is fine" - he said smiling too.

You were mentally telling yourself not to blush, but it was kinda impossible. Not only he was so much more handsome in person, but he was also even nicer than you imagined?? Oh boy, that was going to be a long day.

You sat down and, while you were doing hair and makeup, you kept talking and getting to know each other (Patricia said it was going to "help the performance in front of the cameras" lol). He was soooo sweet and polite and soon you felt like you were talking to an old friend, sharing stories about your careers and personal lives as well. You loved hearing him talk about his football experiences and his favorite korean foods. He seemed like a really down to earth guy (not that you didn't know that already 😅🤣) and you two got along so well.

"So, what do you expect for today's job?" - he asks, casually.

"Oh, Amanda, my agent, said it's 'super fancy and fresh' so i'm very excited" - you said laughing.

"Well, you do look super fancy, so i think you're really going to nail it" - he said, with an innocent smile.

Oh. my. gosh. Was he flirting with you? No, it couldn't be. Would your long time celebrity crush be really flirting with you on the day he met you? It sounded like a fangirl's dream.

Well, flirting or not, you decided to take the risk and play his game.

"Oh i'm just trying to match my extra fancy costar" - you replied with a smug face.

He threw his head back and laughed. It was such an adorable sight and the cute wrinkles that formed around his eyes gave you butterflies.

Luckily, Patricia showed up there to get you both for filming and brought you back to reality.

"Hi babes, are you both done? Let's go!" - she said and you both followed her to the set.

When you got there, Patricia said:

"First, we need to get some individual shots, then we'll get you both working together. Mr. Son, can we start with you?"

You sat down and watched as Heungmin did his shots and boy, did he kill it. When he filmed, it was like he completely transformed his shy self to this handsome superstar. Is that a model or a football player? You had seen some behind the scenes for photoshoots he did, but seeing it live was something else.

When he finished, Patricia called for your turn. You walked to your position and you could see that Heungmin sat down on the exact spot you were and kept watching you. Saying it didn't make you nervous was a lie, but you always gave your best at any job, and it wasn't that gorgeous man watching you that was going to change it, so you just focused and did as Patricia told you. After you finished your individual shots, she said:

"Okay, now we're gonna film you two together. Mr. Son, could you come over please?"

Yep, that was it. Now you were getting to the good part ajdlajskaj

Luckily, she decided to start filming with some easier shots, like standing next to each other, being back to back and stuff like that. Just 'two powerful people being fierce together, so that everyone wants to buy this perfume and be as fierce as you both' like Patricia said hahaha

Needless to say, everytime time any part of your body touched his was like electricity. But hey you were going to be professional, right?

Well, that's what you told yourself until Patricia told you to get closer and look into each other's eyes for a dramatic shot.

Bro.

At that moment, you mentally thanked the universe for your acting skills, or else you'd be blushing MADLY. His gaze on you was soooo intense and you think his acting skills were just as good, because you really could believe all the feelings he had in that one look.

You were lost in his eyes when (thankfully) Patricia said "wow, that's perfect, you're both doing amazing. Now would you bring the chair, please" - she asked the staff.

A chair? Oh gosh. That doesn't sound good.

They brought the damn chair and Patricia asked Heungmin to sit down.

"Now, ms. (L/N), please hug him from behind" - you obeyed, never leaving the 'fierce' character, but feeling the butterflies in your stomach again - "now lay your chin on his shoulder. Yes, perfect"

Every little move had you going crazier but you couldn't say you weren't enjoying it. Like, perfume or not, that man smelled amazing and getting to be so close to him was like a fairytale.

Patricia was amazed at how good you were: "oh my gosh, this is getting so good, you're the best actors i could ask for!" - you and Heungmin just looked at each other and laughed at what she had said. Her face strangely lit up at that - "yes, perfect! You just gave me the best idea. Now just goof around, let's get some shots of you laughing"

The staff took the chair away and you and Heungmin didn't really know what to do, so you just bumped him with your hip, which surprised him and caused him to laugh.

He then walked over and tried to hide you in a hug. You both laughed again. Being there in his arms, just laughing and seeming to have a good time together, you really thought "is this what heaven feels like" AJSKAJSKAJ

So you both just spent the next minutes being silly and laughing to the camera and Patricia was SO pleased.

"Wow, this commercial is going to turn out amazing. Are you sure you hadn't known each other before? You have incredible chemistry"

"Oh it's easy to work with such an incredible artist like (Y/N)" - Heungmin said with that cute smile of his.

"Ah, please, like working with the Son Heung-Min isn't everything an actress could ask for" - you said, in a joking, but gentle tone (but of course meaning every word ajskajskaj).

Did he... did he blush? You could SWEAR you saw his cheeks becoming a little pink. Aw man, that guy was seriously making you go delulu.

Patricia was feeling very satisfied with all the shots so she just went 'that's a wrap' and you all celebrated.

"Congratulations, seems like we did an amazing work!" - he kinda whispered to you as Patricia was saying the last 'thank you's to the crew.

You smiled at his kindness.

"Looks like it" - you replied, laughing. All that working and laughing together made you feel more comfortable being around him - "seems like we make a pretty good team" - you said and went for a fist bump, which he replied and laughed right after.

Everything about that job was amazing and the day really couldn't get more perfect. Well, at least that's what you thought until a bit later.

When you finished everything, you were gathering your stuff and getting ready to go back home, then Heungmin approached you.

"Hey, (Y/N), umm will you be going somewhere tonight?" - he asked, nonchalantly.

"Oh no, i'm just going home" - you said, smiling softly.

"Ah well, i was wondering, maybe we could go have dinner? I mean, to wrap up the good day of work and also I can tell you more, o-or maybe even show, about that korean food we were talking earlier" - he said, with a bit of hope in his tone.

He was so adorable you couldn't hold back a smile.

"Of course, Heungmin, i would love to" - you said smiling as you followed him out of the set.

As you left, you could hear Patricia whispering to Amanda: "see? I told you" as they watched you both with a grin. Did you really already have two shippers?

Yeah, maybe you weren't that delusional...

[blizzardfluffykpop]

A Creepmas Party

Summary: While there were many reasons to attend an extravagant party being held at a mansion, especially to this caliber. There was only one reason you were going this year. The same reason you’ve been going for the past few years. 

Oneshot

Fluff, Suggestive (towards the end), Relationship Limbo to Official au

Word Count: 3,061

Requested by @stardust-berry

Vampire! Changmin (Q) X Reader

Prompt: (9) A Creepmas [supernatural and/or horror themed] party. 

[A/n: A few things, I will be honest I realized halfway through this could be interpreted as a fem/afab reader. Because of the use of ‘babydoll’ and Tiffany (Chucky’s Bride) but both are used in a vv gender neutral way! He sees the characters as extensions of the two of you more so than seeing them as you both. And a very Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate. And with this fic, we complete Wintertime 3. And my 8th year doing Christmassy-type prompts. Thank you to everyone who requested this year! It meant a lot to me! (I also think this is the 1st year I’ve been on time with posting too 🫣)]

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The grand staircase with marble flooring and luscious shag rugs, with giant chandeliers, always screamed old money. Some creatures that had been alive for hundreds of years, more than what was fathomable for a human like you, owned this building. And every time you step into this mansion, it feels more luxurious than the last you have stepped inside. The parties were always over the top and something only the imagination and old Hollywood could come up with. But this year, unlike any year before, they’re hosting their first Creepmas: a combination of Halloween and Christmas due to the eleven hosts being out of town during Halloween. There was no way they would miss their favorite holiday, even if it meant combining it with another. After all, creatures of the night deserved a Halloween extravaganza. Although creatures of the night weren’t the only ones invited or hosting, they were the reason for the whole party. And you couldn’t be more excited as you approached the large oak doors. They open instantly due to the magic imbued in them.

As luxurious as it all was, there was one person you were hoping to find. He was the entire reason you came here with a ‘bloodied’ (red paint that you splattered all over it) Christmas sweater. A dark trench coat that had silly pins shoved into the lapels. And, of course, an elf hat that had begun deteriorating from the moths that ate into it before you pulled it out of your attic and cleaned it. It completed the look, in your opinion. You look over the various beings. A purple bigfoot wearing a vampire costume with jingle bells sewed into the red collar sitting on one of the lounges, a witch with glitter spiderwebs laid over her cloak, a human who was dressed as a zombie Santa, and a skeleton wearing a tattered elf costume. But most were dressed like you with a horror-inspired Christmas sweater with or without the hat. 

You grin as you finally make it to the tower of treats that holds; candied & caramel apples, chocolate-covered marshmallows that look like mummies, deviled eggs, creature cookies, and carrots cut into finger shapes, and as it spins around, it turns into Christmas treats. From Italian pinch cookies to sugar cookies with printed horror movie designs on the frosting. You smile when you find a Chucky sugar cookie and instantly grab it. When someone comes up beside you, and you grin to yourself, it’s exactly who you wanted to see, Changmin. He pats your shoulder, “Remember to only eat from your human table now…” You sigh, “I know… I learned the hard way five years ago.” He laughs, “Don’t worry, Patricia’s cupcakes look desirable to anyone, even the living.” You shiver in disgust as you remember the blooded-laded cupcake with crunchy parts that you wish to forget about. “I thought you’d never recover from that.” He picks up a Tiffany cookie and bites into it. You gasp, “You’re eating them… am I at the wrong tower?” He shakes his head, “No! But sugar cookies don’t taste bad to me.” As you both snack on your cookies, you look over his outfit. He’s wearing a soft brown blazer with a red button-up underneath, a green Christmas sweater with Pinhead on it, and a Santa hat. You look over the details when you spot a red lapel pin with green and white lettering. You read it aloud with a laugh, “Merry Christmas, kiss my ass.” He grins, “I knew you’d like that.” You nod as you finish your cookie. And he pulls something out of his coat pocket, “I had a feeling you’d wear your trench. So…” You hold out your palm and close your eyes, hoping he won’t give you something creepy as he places it into your hands. You open your eyes, and it’s a black pin with red and green lettering “Merry Fucking Christmas” You laugh as you push his shoulder, and you pop it open, and he asks, “Do you want me to place it?” You nod, and he puts it on the same side as his is placed. So when you dance against each other, they won’t clank together. 

You grab another treat, and in the blink of an eye, he has a wax soda bottle filled with blood. You ask, “Can’t wait?” He stares at your exposed neck as he answers, “Just need a little pick me up until then.” He sinks his teeth into the wax, and you watch as he moves to suck the blood out. The sight drives you mad, but you keep it to yourself, even though you know he could hear your heartbeat pick up in pace as you eat your treat. When he sucks it dry, he asks, “Wanna look at the decorations?” You finish your treat, “Sure.” He grabs your pinky in his and shows you around. There were elf decorations from your dizziest nightmares and cutely carved pumpkins with Santa hats and candy canes in their mouths. “Oh! I made one this year!” You look around until you see where he’s pointing, and above, you see his ‘son’ and his ‘son’s wife’ wearing Christmas outfits, their hands holding sharpened candy canes instead of their normal kitchen knives. “They look dressed for the occasion.” He grins as he looks over at you, “Don’t they! They look so cute!” You smile, “Yeah.” You hold back the words ‘in an odd freaky way’, as you look up at the two and notice they’re holding pinkies. “Did they always have poseable pinkies?” He grins as he holds up your pinkies, “I craved them out to match our hands!” You blush before you twist him around and kiss him, “You’re so cute.” He grins as he parts his lips from yours, “Only for you.” You smile, and he pulls you into him closer as you continue walking around. 

It was inevitable, as one of the hosts, that he’d end up in a conversation that you didn’t want to be in. And he turns his head to whisper in your ear, “I know this is boring to you… Go have a snack, and I’ll be right over.” You nod, and he lets go of your hold, and you give the guests he was conversing with a smile. They were polite to you, but talking about their family trees was boring to you. You could only take so many ‘great-great-great-great-great relatives’ for so long. You head to your spinning tower and run into the human dressed up as zombie Santa and recognize him. “Haknyeon?” He lets out a little groan to continue the effect, “That’s me~” He grabs a deviled egg and eats it as you find something else to eat, “Do you wanna know something?” You hum, “What?” He says, “I know you and Changmin aren’t exactly clear on what you are… But you should know that because of you, he always demands our treat tower goes up first.” You tilt your head, “Really?” He nods, “He’ll get real frustrated if we don’t either.” You look down at your marshmallow skeleton, “That’s so sweet of him.” He hums, “Unless you’re the one having to put up the tower.” You tilt your head at that, “It has to be perfect for you…” You blink, “Oh?” He smiles, “That’s why we all act like we’re busy the second the human tower is all set to spin.” You cackle, “That’s smart.” He nods, satisfied, “I came up with that idea a few years ago.” You shake your head at him. And you both clink a different treat together. Haknyeon finishes another treat before he tells you, “I have to make sure my faerie tower is still doing well! Those little sprites love devouring the treats I make.” You pat his velvet coat, “See you in the new year?” He cheers, “See you then!” 

You leave to throw away the wrapper and take the time to look for Changmin again. And when you find his gaze already set on you. He mouths, ‘Wanna dance?’ You nod, and you watch him say his goodbyes before he’s in front of you in an instant. You grin, “Hi.” He smiles, his pointy fangs sticking out as prominent as his dimple, “Hi.” He puts his hand out for you to grab. And he whisks you away into the marbled mosaic ballroom. You ask, “Oh? I thought it would be the green ballroom this year, no?” He sighs, looping his arm around your back, “Yeah, we were supposed to… but everyone voted for this one…” You shrug as you intertwine your opposite hands, “That’s okay, plus that means we have the perfect place to escape to~” He smirks as he leads you into the first move, “Why do you want to escape so badly?” You smile, “So we can dance alone.” He tilts his head, “Is that all?” You hum and shrug as you waltz together, “No, but it’s a nice beginning.” 

You two continue waltzing until the song changes. He sighs as he can finally bring you into his chest and have you up against him. He places his nose against your neck and takes a deep inhale, “Fuck, I missed the scent of you…” taking in the smell of your blood coursing through your veins. “Do I smell that good to you?” He brushes his nose against your neck, “Always.” He lets out a sigh as he shakes his head, detaching to look you in the eyes. And you watch as his red irises return to brown. He asks as he dances with you, “What do you think of the party, babydoll?” You hum, “It’s interesting.” He tilts his head, “How?” You smile as you look around at the garland with little skeleton heads and the green and red pumpkin lights. “I’ve never been to a creepmas party.” He smiles, “Me neither. But it’s the best holidays in one.” You agree. But hum, “Is this going to be like my first party here?” He shakes his head, “No. And again, if you didn’t eat that cupcake, you’d still remember it…” You pout, and he laughs, “What, I’m telling the truth!” Your pout stays, and he kisses it, “Did that make it better?” You shake your head, still pouting, and he sighs, “Babydoll…” You hum, and he sighs, “I’ll make it up to you again~” You smirk and instantly go, “Okay.” He gasps at you, “You little brat-” You laugh as you two move through the dance, “Gets you every time.” He rolls his eyes, “I could take that back.” You shrug, “But you wouldn’t.” He shakes his head, “I should’ve learned my lesson by now.” You grin, “You never have~” He sighs, “I know.” You kiss his cheek, and he leans into it. 

The group dances start, and you move from Changmin’s arms and into the arms of one of your friends. And you grin at your favorite werewolf host, “Sang! How have you been!?” He smiles as you both move to the music, “Great, and you?” You grin as you tell him you’ve been well. And he asks, “So, did Changmin ask you anything?” You hum, “Just whether I liked the party.” He lets out an ‘Oh.’ You tilt your head, “Is that not what you mean?” He shrugs, “Not particularly.” You let it slide, and after two partners, you’re finally back in Changmin’s arms. You sigh as you finally get to rest in his. He leads you through the moves, not making you do any work. “You okay, babydoll?” You hum as you inhale his cologne and feel a bit better. Your skeleton dance partner forgot what it was like to have muscles as she spun you endlessly around. You felt like jelly, to say the least. He holds you up, “Do you need something to eat?” You shake your head, “I’m just a little dizzy.” “Oh, let’s go sit.” You look at him with wide eyes, “You’re a host. You should be on the floor with everyone else… I can dance as long as you lead…” He shakes his head, “You’re more important. Let’s sit down.” He doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer as he has you sit down on a red loveseat beside him. You lay your head on his shoulder as you feel your muscles slowly regain the feeling in them. Changmin squeezes your shoulder as he kisses the top of your head. 

You remember what Sangyeon said earlier and ask, “Sangyeon asked me if you asked me a question earlier… I told him you asked me if I liked the party.” He hums, and you continue, “What did he mean?” He kisses the top of your head, “Something I wish to ask you in the green room.” You tiredly nod and continue resting on him, letting that answer be enough for now. You rest there for a few more moments before you finally move from his shoulder, “Do you want to go and dance again?” You nod, and he gets up and takes you back onto the marble floor. When the group dance starts again, with everyone clapping loudly, he whispers, ‘Wanna leave?’ You nod, and he guides you two out of the beautiful marbled room. And out to where the giant chandelier is, “Do you want to go to the green room, or would you prefer underneath this?” You look up at the twinkling crystals before deciding a room where you two could be alone would be best. “Green room, please.” He nods and holds your pinky in his as you two walk past the various spinning treat towers. And you smile to yourself as you remember what Haknyeon said. 

Changmin leads you down two hallways before opening the ivory doors for you both to enter. He flicks the lights on as soon as you step inside; instead of the overhead lights. Its beautiful white and green fairy lights strung around the whole ceiling, casting a warm glow over everything. And you look around to see it’s decorated in Christmas and Halloween decor too. Each featuring an element of green, “I thought no one was supposed to  decorate this room because they weren’t going to use it?” And he nods, “Yes... But I knew you were looking forward to it, so I did…” You smile, “Is that why none of the horror elements are grotesque?” He shrugs, “Yes and no… They needed the fake blood for the rest of the decor.” You laugh, and he locks the door. So, no one could interrupt you two before heading over to the corner of the room and turning on music you both enjoy. You smile because you finally get to dance alone with Changmin without expectations. 

When he turns away from the speakers, you hold out your hand for him to take. He grabs your hand in his and grabs your other hand before spinning you two over, once, then twice, and a third time to make you laugh. You grin as you look at each other, and he searches your eyes, “Sang’s right… There’s something I want to ask you.” You raise your eyebrow, waiting for him to continue, “So… um…” He sighs and looks down at your shoes as you dance across the floor, “I’ve thought about it for months on end on how to put it, and I still don’t know how.” You move your clasped hands underneath his jaw and lift his chin up with your fingers, just like he had done to you earlier. “Ask me however you’re comfortable.” He nods and stares into your eyes, and you watch as his eyes flick gold briefly before he says, “I should have asked you a long time ago… And although we’ve been with each other in so many ways. I’ve never um… well, it feels silly to ask now…” You nod and move your thumb to rub along his cheekbone, “It’s okay, I don’t mind silly.” He sighs before he regains his courage, “I’ve never asked you officially, and you probably know you’ve owned my heart for a long time… and I uh…” You smile at him, encouraging him to finish as you both turn in a circle. He asks, “Would you want to be my lover officially?” You grin and kiss his cheek, “It wasn’t silly for you to ask. I’ve considered you my lover for a long time. But, yes, officially.” He grins and kisses you. You squeeze both of his hands in yours. And he asks when he pulls away, “Can I see you more than just at every party then?” You grin, “You always could have before. But yeah. What do you say to us spending the next few days together? Since neither of us has anything to do until next year to make up for lost time.” He smiles, “I’d love to.” He spins the both of you again as you both giggle over being officially official. You both bubble with laughter as you kiss after spinning this time.

Suddenly, the music changes from a soft Christmas song to something more sensual. You raise your brow at him, “Did you plan this track?” He shakes his head as he pulls you closer, “Not this time…” You hum and whisper in his ear, “Should we make it official in other ways?” As you both sway against each other. And you catch his eyes flash red. “Fuck, yes.” He pushes you against a jade pillar wrapped up in silver-green garland as he grinds his hips into yours. He kisses you deeply before moving his lips down the column of your neck, leaving little nips here and there, but not enough to make you bleed. You hiss at the little burning sensation each nip gives you. And his mouth attaches over your sweater. He sighs at the thought of finally getting to sink his teeth into your flesh. “Do you mind if I rip your sweater?” You shake your head, and he rips the collar down the seam along the top of your shoulder. He places a few kisses along your neck. He whispers, “You ready?” You nod, grinding your hip against his in anticipation, and gasp as he bites down. He lets out a loud moan as he drinks up your blood. “Fuck, your blood is always worth waiting for…”

[justanamesstuff]

Frustrated dreams – Matty Healy

Reader is under the influence of her dreams, Matty makes it worse.

Matty Healy x f!reader

A/N: Hi guys, I'm sooo sorry for not posting a chapter of All I Need this week, so here's a little blurb I came up with after having a dream with Matty. It's not related to the fic though. Enjoy :)) Word count: 1.3 k

He was looking at Y/n, his attention was partially on his girlfriend, at the other side of the room, and on the girl tucked under his arm. Y/n’s stomach twisting with the thought of another person — another girl — being touched by him.

Matty being touchy wasn’t a rare thing; it was part of his personality, and she didn’t want him any different. Also, the girl’s job justified all the fluttering around him. On the other hand, Matty was taking advantage of it, knowing very well the impact of his actions on Y/n. She wasn’t a territorial girlfriend, thing was: her feelings that morning were all mixed.

Y/n made the mistake of telling Matty about her dreams after waking up.

The Matty of her dream was being very loving and overly touchy with Polly one evening; Y/n told the real Matty how she just looked at them, feeling needy and angry. Waking up with the same feelings that didn’t wash away.

She knew Polly had a girlfriend and her relationship with Matty was nothing like that, but in her dream…they were.

Matty laughed his ass off, muffling the sound into his pillow, making her regret telling him.

After a breakfast full of angry looks from Y/n and amused ones from him, Matty dragged his girlfriend out of the house. He had a fitting and he wanted her there. Little did Y/n know how that was going to develop.

Y/n rolled her eyes at him when he dragged his hand from Patricia’s assistant’s shoulder towards her waist. Not being inappropriate, even though he was pushing the friendly limits.

“Okay, take your shirt off, Healy.” Pat instructed him.

Y/n was far from them, sitting on a big couch in the massive room, trying to get distracted with her phone. She didn’t want to stroke his ego more, staring at his perfectly built chest.

“Girls…” he scoffed, making the girl laugh for the way he was speaking. “Always want to see me naked.” The blond exploded in a fit of high-pitched laughter.

Y/n breathe deeply. ‘How some random dream is making me feel like this?’, she wondered.

“Your ego is bigger than your head-“ Pat knew better than to contradict his statement; entering his silly game was not the option.

Matty was in a clear self-satisfied mood. “You wanna know what’s big?”

His friend rolled her eyes to the back of her head. “You’re such a man…”

“Says right here.” He pointed to his tattoo. The girl looked at it, mesmerized by having the ink on his chest inches away from her face.

Y/n opened Instagram missing the information, just scrolling to have something to do.

Patricia looked at him. “Arsehole.” She muttered. “How do you deal with him and his ego, Y/n?” She turned around to look at Matty’s girlfriend.

Y/n faked not hearing her. Matty saw directly through her fake acting.

“Baby!” Matty shouted. “What’s more interesting than your man?” He made a face, looking at his girl.

She looks at them. The women were in the middle of helping him get into a translucent shirt. Patricia stopped to stare at Y/n, meanwhile the other girl fastened the buttons touching his skin, going lower and lower. She diverted her sight from the action to Pat.

“I don’t, I ignore him…” She said after Patricia repeated the question. Y/n could feel Matty’s eyes burning on her.

She ignored him. She went back to the not so important news on her phone, pictures of friends and family. They got back to work with the clothing.

Suddenly, Matty ran towards her.

“What do you think of this?” He approached her, spinning in front of her, so she could have a look from his back and front.

Y/n sighted loud, looking up at her boyfriend. “You look good, as always…” Y/n said, deflated, trying to sound uninterested with all his display.

Matty studied her factions, smirking wide. He turned around, stealing a look at his friend and assistant, making sure they weren’t fixating on them. Luckily for him, Patricia and the girl moved even further into the opposite direction, discussing fabrics or something like that.

Y/n played with the skin of her fingers, not wanting to look at Matty any more. He let himself fall forward, his hands on each side of her legs. His face came closer to Y/n’s; Matty’s nose touched the right side of hers, making her breath got stuck on her lungs. He was too close.

“Baby-” He knew, he fucking knew.

“Mhm.” She couldn’t keep her eyes wide open. Her eyelids moving like they had autonomy, half way closed.

“Are you okay?”

The little shit wanted her to say it, she was not going to surrender so fast.

She looked up, defiant, to his eyes.“Yes, why?”

“Still thinking about your dream?” Matty wiggled his eyebrows.

Y/n wanted to whip the smile from his handsome face. She wanted to make him pay for her hurt feelings.

“No.”

“Liar.” He spat directly into her lips, without touching them.

“I was not-” She tried to fight back

He interrupted his girlfriend. “Then what were you thinking about? You seem distant from me…” Matty pouted, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Stop.” Y/n whined.

“Stop what? I’m just checking on my sweetheart.” Matty was good at faking innocence.

Her stomach fell with his words, her underwear getting wet.

“I’m not-” Y/n wanted to protest, to push him away and crush his lips all at the same time. She was getting upset, needy and desperate under his sight.

“You are. You are mine, all mine” Matty said, caressing the skin of her cheek with the tip of his nose. He reached the conjunction of her neck and jaw, kissing hard on her weak spot.

Y/n contained a moan, making fists with her hands, preventing herself from touching Matty. “And what about you, then?” It wasn’t the place where she wanted or expected to have that conversation, but he was pushing her buttons.

“You tell me.” He bit down on her skin.

“Fuck you!” Her brain was unable to come up with something better.

“Would be my pleasure…”

Y/n was annoyed with him. How he held a lot of power over her body. “Get back to your fan.” Y/n tried to push him away, placing her hands on his shoulders. The fabric was thin, and his skin underneath was hot to the touch. Which made her clench her thighs together.

“It drives me crazy…the thought of you being jealous about some random girl, baby.” Matty admitted with his eyes full of lust. His orbs are darker than usual.

“Matty!” Y/n pleaded.

“Sounding so pathetic…but you don't care, you want her to know I’m yours? You need to mark me, darling? Mark me as yours?” Matty came closer, brushing their lips with every word.

“Please-” Y/n cringed at how pathetic she sounded.

Matty smirked again, looking directly into her eyes. “What?” he asked, almost too naive.

“I need you” She grabbed the back of his head, tugging at his curls. Losing quickly the battle with her mind.

He chuckled. “I know, but I'm working, baby.” Matty reminded her, at the same time, he touched the outside of her leg suggestively.

“Fuck-” Y/n opened, without thinking, her legs. She didn’t care any more about who was watching or what they could think of her. She craved him, right there.

“We’ll finish in a bit and then…I’ll take care of my needy baby, okay?” he detached himself from Y/n. Staring at her flustered state, proud of himself.

“Matty?” Patricia called him.

“Yep, be right there!” He replied.

Matty winked at his girlfriend and went back to the girls. Y/n threw her head forward, trying to contain her frustration for a little while more until they could be home.

She knew she would be ready for him to do whatever he was planning.