#rory monahan x y/n

[slut4evanpeters]

"Lyin on your chest, in my party dress"

rory monahan x reader

song i recommend listening to: love song by lana del rey

warnings: none? i dont think. fluffy, mention of alcohol and little hurt/comfort

word count: 1.1k

notes: sorry guys this isnt as good as i wanted it too me😞 i had a whole plot outline for a rory fic but i got too carried away. but a @marchsfreakshow post about rory inspired me too make this!!!

The apartment was dim, with soft, warm lighting illuminating the scattered remnants of your latest night out. A pair of heels kicked haphazardly near the door, your coat draped over a chair, and Rory’s jacket lying crumpled on the floor. The air was thick with the lingering scent of perfume and something deeper like that hint of whiskey on Rory’s breath whenever he pulled you close. It was as if the whole place held onto traces of the wild, dizzying night you’d shared.

You lay sprawled on Rory’s chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath you. The party dress you’d worn, once pristine and carefully chosen, was rumpled, the zipper half-down and the hem bunched around your legs. Your head felt heavy, a dull ache reminding you of the champagne and cocktails that had felt like such good ideas at the time. Now, though, you were a beautiful, hazy mess in his arms, and it felt almost poetic.

Rory’s fingers played absentmindedly with a strand of your hair, his touch gentle, soothing. He smelled like his cologne, rich and comforting, mixed with the subtle scent of the night air that clung to him. There was something grounding about being in his arms, like he was the one constant in a world that always seemed to be on the verge of slipping away.

“You okay, babe?” he murmured, his voice soft, a bit rough around the edges. You could feel his breath warm against your temple as he pressed a gentle kiss there, lingering just a little longer than he had to.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you shifted slightly, snuggling closer into him, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as if it were the only thing anchoring you. It felt like if you closed your eyes, the whole night might dissolve into some hazy dream, and you’d wake up alone. But here, lying on his chest, you felt real, like maybe, just maybe, you were more than the fleeting moments you always worried he’d forget.

“Yeah,” you finally whispered, your voice a bit hoarse. “I’m fine. Just… tired, I guess.”

Rory chuckled softly, his hand moving to your back, tracing lazy circles. “That’s what happens when you insist on dancing until two in the morning. You’re like a machine, babe. I don’t know how you do it.”

You managed a weak smile, the memory of the night’s blur of lights and music washing over you. “Well, I had to keep up with you,” you teased, a hint of playful accusation in your voice. “You’re the one who dragged me out there, remember?”

He laughed, that familiar, infectious sound that made you feel like everything would be okay. “Hey, I never said I was the responsible one in this relationship,” he quipped, flashing that mischievous grin of his that always left your heart doing somersaults. “But, I gotta say, you looked incredible out there.”

His fingers brushed your cheek, and you felt a warmth rise in you that had nothing to do with the alcohol still lingering in your system. But then, just as quickly as it had come, that feeling of comfort was overshadowed by a pang of insecurity, the same one that crept in whenever you found yourself in his world.

“I’m a mess, Rory,” you murmured, barely able to meet his gaze. “I mean, look at me. Dress ruined, makeup smudged. I don’t even know how you put up with me.”

Rory’s smile faded, his eyes growing softer, more serious. “Hey, don’t say that,” he whispered, his hand moving to gently lift your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You’re not a mess. And even if you were, I wouldn’t care. You know that, right?”

The way he looked at you, the sincerity in his gaze—it was almost too much to bear. You’d always felt like you had to keep up with him, like you had to be the life of the party, the girl who could match his energy and charisma. But here, in the quiet of his apartment, with his arms around you, he saw right through every layer, every facade you’d built.

A silence settled between you, thick with unspoken words, the kind of silence that felt heavy but comforting, like he was waiting for you to let him in, to trust that he could handle the parts of you you’d hidden away.

“Sometimes,” you began, hesitating as the words fought to come out, “sometimes I feel like… like I’m not good enough for you. Like you’re this… incredible, charismatic guy, and I’m just… me.” Your voice wavered, but you forced yourself to keep going. “You deserve someone who’s got it all together, not someone who’s a mess.”

Rory’s expression softened, a mix of surprise and sadness crossing his features. He gently cupped your face, his thumbs tracing delicate lines along your cheekbones. “Look at me,” he murmured, his voice steady but full of emotion. “I don’t care about the ‘perfect girl,’ or someone who’s always got it all together. I care about you—the real you. Mess and all.”

You felt your chest tighten, the walls you’d built around your insecurities beginning to crack. Rory had always been so sure of himself, so confident in everything he did. It was hard to believe he could see anything worth holding onto in someone like you.

“I’m not perfect, babe,” he continued, his tone gentle but firm. “I’m far from it. But you—you make me want to be better. And if that makes you a mess, then I guess I’m a mess too. Because I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

A lump formed in your throat, the weight of his words settling deep in your heart. You’d spent so long convincing yourself that he’d eventually see through you, that he’d grow tired of the nights where you felt vulnerable and exposed. But here he was, holding you close, making you feel like you were enough.

With a shaky breath, you lifted your head, meeting his gaze fully, letting yourself believe, just for this moment, that maybe you didn’t have to keep pretending. Maybe you could just… be.

“Thank you, Rory,” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly. “For not letting me push you away.”

He smiled softly, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever. You’re stuck with me, babe. Mess and all.”

As you lay there, his arms wrapped around you, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. A rare, beautiful calm that washed away the chaos of the night. You knew there would still be doubts, still be moments where you questioned whether you could truly keep up with him. But for now, you let yourself believe in his words, in the warmth of his embrace, and in the quiet strength that came from knowing he saw you ,all of you, and loved you just the same.

[temporarywelcome]

12 Fics of Christmas Day 6 - Rory Monahan

"Co-Stars"

Words: 1k

Summary: Reader and Rory are co-stars for a Christmas, war igniting before they could even start filming. But hey, in the end, he's a flirt.

CONTENT WARNINGS: language, age gap (reader is 7 years older)

A/N: not proofread, was busy today. Sorry this is technically being posted on Day 7 but shhhh.

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Scowling, she picked up the script, reading the words on the crisp sheets of paper in annoyance. A romance, something she was used to. A holiday romance, been there done that.

It was her co-star that she was incredibly unhappy about. 

Rory Monahan, known for his obnoxious personality. Sure, he was known for being both obnoxious and sweet, but so were a lot of asshole actors Y/N has worked for in her day. 

He was also quite a bit younger than her. What was that about?

“Why is my love interest seven years younger than me?” she asked, looking up from her script and to her manager, Veronica. Rory was seven years younger than her, however, his character was supposed to be ten years younger. Even worst. 

Veronica rolled her eyes, bringing a cigarette to her lips, “Because it’s an age gap romance,” she stated the obvious. 

“You couldn’t find me a different role? What happened to action movies? I was the last Bond Girl, and this is what I’m doing now?” Y/N huffed, slamming the script shut. 

“Hey, Meryl Streep is playing your mother, be grateful,” 

“Whatever,” Y/N sighed, reaching out to her manager. 

“Don’t you have your own pack?” Veronica handed over the cigarette with another harsh eye roll, “Rich actress stealing cigarettes from the mouth of her underpaid manager,” 

“Hm,” Y/N grumbled, bringing the cigarette to her lips. She could hear Rory Monahan’s loud as shit laugh outside the door, “Why do people like this guy?” 

“He’s attractive, nice, funny-” Veronica began to list off. 

“-And annoying as hell,” Y/N finished. 

“To you,” 

“Whatever,” she repeated, putting out the cigarette after only two puffs. Veronica’s eye twitched in annoyance at the wasted cigarette, but she stayed silent. “Let’s get this over with,” she had already gone over the scenes that were supposed to be filmed today, already quite confident. 

“Oh, by the way,” Veronica began, scratching the back of her neck, “Mr. Monohan requested that we begin filming an hour later so he can practice his lines longer,”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, “Bullshit. He probably hasn’t even looked at them yet. Fucking asshole.” She jumped as the door swung open, revealing a pissed off Rory Monahan.

“You know I can hear you, right?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Eek!” she dramatically dived to the ground, covering herself with her arms, “What the hell?! What if I was changing?!”

“What the fuck are you on about, you’re fully clothed!” he gestured at her with both hands, “Get off the ground, for fuck’s sake,” 

“Get out!” still on the ground, she got onto her knees and grabbed a hairbrush from the large vanity, chucking it at his head. 

“Holy shit!” Veronica ducked to the ground as Rory let out a shriek, covering his face with his arms as he crouched down. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” he hissed, seeing a hairspray bottle and gripping it, “Let me see your face, bitch!” 

Y/N peeked out from her spot on the ground, gasping and lowering her head again, “You’re going to throw that at me?!” 

“Come here, bitch…” 

She heard him crawling over, shuffling on the carpet, so she dived under a table, looking around for some sort of protection from this asshole.

“We are all adults here-” Veronica began before letting out a shriek. 

“Sorry,” Rory muttered, “I thought you were the bitch,” 

“You could have hit me!” Veronica exclaimed, and Y/N grinned smugly hearing what sounded like Rory getting repeatedly slapped. 

“I said I’m sorry, Jesus Christ, I said I’m sorry!” he yelped. 

Veronica shot up, dusting herself off, “Let me know when you two are done acting like children,” Y/N watched as she stormed off, leaving her alone with that ginger maniac. Fuck. 

She heard him shuffling around on the floor, so she quickly grabbed the hairbrush that she had thrown previously, needing protection, “I’m going to knock your ass out,” she threatened. 

“I’d like to see you try, bitch-”

She shrieked, jumping as he spoke from behind her. Before he could even attack, she reacted, elbowing him in the gut and then jabbing at him with the brush. 

“Bitch!” he seethed as she scrambled to her feet. Y/N rushed through the doorway and down the hall, hearing him right at her heels. How far was this asshole going to go to piss her off? 

Running through the set, she paused. There were people around. She was fine, he wasn’t going to attack her now… Right?

Right. He was insane, but he had respect for himself.

Y/N sighed, leaning against a fabricated door that led to the supposed inside of her character’s quaint home. The fake snow was already placed all over the ground, and some crewmates were prepping the machine to make it look like snow was falling. Her eyes narrowed when she noticed Rory approaching, a smug look on his face. 

She raised a brow as he reached his arm out, gripping the door handle and opening it. On the other side was of course a green screen wall, but he pointed up. 

A mistletoe on the doorframe. 

“I feel we should channel all this anger into a heated make-out session,” he suggested with a waggle of his eyebrows. 

Un-fucking-believable. Of course this little whore would say something like that after trying to hit her with a bottle of fucking hairspray. “Aren’t you with that old ass wife?”

“She’s not old,” he rolled his eyes, “And we got a divorce a few months ago. I’m a free man,”

“Hm,” Y/N replied, “You love women who are older than you, huh?”

“Duh, why do you think I agreed to do this movie?” he scoffed.

“Because no one else would hire you?”

“No, because you’re a smoking hot Bond Girl, of course,” Rory replied, “So, what’ll it be?” he looked up at the mistletoe, then back at her with a grin. 

“Well,” she drawled, “If you read your lines, you would know the kiss doesn’t happen till towards the end of the movie. So no,” 

She stalked off, leaving him with a smirk on his face. Hard to get. His favorite.

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Tags: @envy-of-greed @bohnerrific69 @loveofcherry

[chiptaylorsfirst]

Kinkmas: Day 10

Day 10 - Sextape

Word Count: 1,523

Pairing: soft!dom!Rory Monohan x sub!fem!Reader

Warning: Smut, sex tape, fingering, oral sex (female receiving) 

Summary: Rory wants to make a movie of his own and luckily, you get to be the stars. 

Rory was in the public eye for quite a while since he won a Golden Globe award for Best Actor in a Motion Picture and since he decided to publicly be engaged to you. He was congratulated by many not only for winning an award but for making something so official with the love of his life. To celebrate, he’d partied long and hard the night before, getting drunk and passing out. You ended up dragging him to the car and driving him to your shared home. Now, he laid beside you, his eyes fluttering open as he awoke. “Morning, beautiful,” he said, his eyes fixed on you as he woke up. “Good morning, feeling any better?” He nodded.

“Yeah, my head hurts a little bit but I’m okay.” You nodded, deep in thought. “You need some breakfast then and a large glass of water. I’ll make sure you get a pill for too.” “Okay then, doctor,” he responded, slightly surprised at your decision to take care of him this morning. After eating the breakfast you made, drinking the water, and taking the pill, Rory felt much better and he felt his hungover state fade away. You kissed him on his forehead, watching as he started to wash his dirty dishes. “Baby, is today the day that you leave,” you asked. 

He was supposed to be leaving in a few days so he could start on acting in another movie and getting scenes done. You wished that their filming location was closer to home so you could see him everyday instead of having him away. “I leave in 4 days. That’s plenty of time for me and you to enjoy ourselves and I packed extra early so we wouldn’t have any loss time.” You smiled, loving how thoughtful your fiancé was. “What are you planning, Rory?” He turned to you, finished cleaning his dirty dishes. 

“I don’t know, giving you a little something so you won’t miss me as much. I have a gift to you.” You waited for him, watching him walk away to get something. It was a gift box with a large bow on top. You could tell that whatever was in that box cost a plenty penny that didn’t take much for Rory to spend. You undid the bow, taking off the top then taking out the tissue paper, desperate to see what your actual gift was. When you finally saw what it was, your face beamed with excitement. “It’s for when I get back from filming.” It was pastel blue lingerie. It was mostly mesh material. The designs were little butterflies embroidered in the thread. You saw that the outfit came with a matching garter belt and you immediately thanked him for it.

“Rory, it’s so pretty and cute. Thank you so much.” He smiled and kissed you. “I knew you’d like it.” You put it back in the box, placing it somewhere for later. Your mind was filled with memories of how Rory would fuck you in lingerie. The outfit never came off and he’d always pull the fabric to the side. “You thinking about something, baby?” You looked up at him, your face flushed. “Mm hmm.” He smirked at you. “What about,” he asked, already knowing the answer by your body language. “Something,” you responded. He wasn’t one to press answers out of you unless it was very important so he looked over it, deciding not to make you admit it.

“You know, I still have another something to tell you.” You wondered what he could be speaking to you about, your brain full of thoughts and ideas of what he could be planning on doing. “Come here,” he said, his voice just over a whisper. You went to him. He smiled. “So, I decided that because I’m leaving in a few days and I’m really gonna miss you that we should probably make a movie of our own for me to watch.” His voice was the normal high energy and joyous one you were used to in contrast to how it sounded before. “You want to make a sex tape,” you questioned, unsure about your emotions on this. “Yeah, baby. It’s for whenever I need some ideas and I’m away from you.” 

“But what about the press, the public eye, the internet? You do realize how easily a video can get into the wrong hands and tear up our reputation, right?” He sighed, shaking his head. “I’m not gonna let that happen, I promise. You have my word, okay?” You nodded. “Okay, we’ll do it but no funny business, or I’ll chop your dick off, got it, Rory? He acted as if he were in fear, running to your couch and falling on it. “Oh, my dearest darling Y/N, please don’t do that to me. That’s the most useful part of myself I have.” You laughed, putting your hand out for him to take. “Get up so we can get started before I change my mind.” 

He got up almost immediately as the sentence slipped from your mouth, his eyes fixed on yours as you started to walk hand in hand to your shared bedroom. The two of you got in the bed, your lips on one another as you kissed passionately, desperately, lustfully. The kiss was indescribable, making you melt inside. “Babe, you’re so fucking hot,” Rory exclaimed, getting out of the bed to set up a camera that was far enough to capture the two of you but also away so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable by seeing it. When he got back in the bed, your make-out session continued. You both moaned in one another’s mouths, getting more and more aroused as time went by. 

When the kiss eventually broke, he took this as the time to move on to the next thing he wanted to do. He lifted up the skirt of your nightgown, proud to see that you hadn’t worn any underwear. He then lowered his head down, getting comfortable in between your thighs as he began to work his magic. He only kitten-licked you at first, your fresh arousal on his tongue as he proceeded to taste you. Soon, he went feral, his tongue curling and flicking, making you squirm underneath him and moan.

When you felt him add his fingers, all control that you tried to keep over yourself went away. His fingers curled inside of you as he lapped at your cunt, thoroughly enjoying giving you the pleasure you deserved. You came on his tongue and fingers and he drank it all like a man whose thirst could never be quenched. Your brain felt slightly hazy from your very recent orgasm. He got out of the bed, grabbed a condom and put it on. “Are you ready for the main course, baby?” You never understood how he could switch from giving you the most mind-shattering of orgasms to turning back into the sweetest and cutest person alive. 

“Yeah, Rory. I hope I haven’t been fooled by the appetizer.” You both giggled and he walked to you, getting in bed before lining himself up with your opening. You both moaned at the feeling of your bodies being connected, his hard cock fully inside of you. His elbows were on each side beside your head, his eyebrows knitted and his strokes slightly rough. It made you feel blessed that Rory existed so you could see such a sight. When he opened his eyes again, they bored into your own. 

You felt so vulnerable yet safe in his arms. The action was intimate and pleasurable between the two of you, both feeling the same towards one another. He shifted a bit, still fucking you through it all. His hands grabbed your legs, placing them on his waist, providing a better angle. You felt his hair tickle your collarbone as he leaned his head down, kissing your neck and marking it. “Rory,” you gasped out as you felt him hit that special spot inside you. “Mm hmm,” he responded, focused on getting you to your second climax. “Fuck, you feel so mm, so good, baby. Please don’t st-stop.” You felt the knot in your stomach come loose, your arms tightly wrapping around him before you kissed him. You swore you scratched his skin off as you came but he hadn’t cared, too blissed out by you.

You felt overstimulated as he went on, stopping when he got his release and pulling out from you. He threw away the condom and walked back to you before kissing you on your cheek and getting back in the bed with you. “That was fun, Mr. Monphan.” He smirked as he cuddled up against you. “It sure was, soon to be Mrs. Monohan. You think you’d like dessert?” You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, desert sounds delicious both literal and metaphorical.” Before you knew it, the two of you were at it again, only this time, you were on top. The day went on with kisses and cuddles, making you wish that Rory would stay longer but excited for when he’d come back from his trip. 

[fear-is-truth]

⋆𐙚 ₊ pregnancy announcement .ᐟ

requested by anon

ft. kit walker ‧ kyle spencer ‧ kai anderson ‧ rory monahan ‧ peter maximoff ‧ colin zabel

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

kit would be stunned at first, eyes widening as he processes the news. but a slow smile would spread across his face as he takes it in. a soft joy would fill his expression as he realises he’s about to become a father, and he’d pull you into a big hug.

his protective side would instantly surface. as someone who would do anything to keep his loved ones safe, he’d be extra cautious about your well-being. “tell me if you need anything, alright?” he’d want to make sure you’re comfy and taken care of, going out of his way to handle things so you can rest.

he’d worry about whether he can be a good father. he’d confide in you, saying, “i just hope i can be the dad this little one deserves.” he’d want to do everything right, maybe even overthinking small details about parenting, but he’d be earnest in his desire to give your child a better life.

would immediately start making plans for the future, thinking about practical things like finding a safe place to live, budgeting, and making sure there’s enough space for your growing family. he’d sit down with you to talk about these things, wanting to be responsible and prepare as much as possible.

works extra shifts to earn more money.

he’d become even more attentive, watching out for anything you might need, even if it’s something small. kit would check in on you constantly, asking if you’re okay, if you need anything. insisting on doing things for you, like cooking (or attempting to), lifting things, or making sure you’re relaxed.

hope you don’t get kidnapped by aliens lol

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

completely bewildered, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping slightly. he’d never expect something like this, not now, not while he’s still in college.

nervously laugh, thinking maybe it’s a joke (even though he knew you wouldn’t joke about things like this) . “wait… seriously?”

once he’s wrapped his head around the news, he’d immediately ask, “are you okay? how do you feel?” wanting to make sure you’re not scared or upset.

the second question he’s ask is whether you’d want to keep the baby. he’d respect your decision no matter what. it’s your body, after all.

kyle is a smart and super responsible guy, he’d begin overthinking everything. “oh my god, we need to figure everything out—where are we gonna live? i don’t even have a real job yet!” his mind would fill with thoughts of money, school, and what your parents would say.

he’d want to start planning for the future, but he’d be panicked about how little time you both might have. he’d talk about finishing school quickly, getting a job, saving up, and trying to secure a better living situation.

you’d probably hear him start cracking dad jokes way too soon.

would randomly ask, “do you think the baby will have your eyes?” or “do you think they’ll like sports?” he’d start imagining what kind of person your child will be, picturing what it’ll be like to raise them together, and getting really invested in the idea of being a dad.

⟢ 𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐍.

his excitement would be matched by a fierce desire to shield you and the baby from public attention. “we don’t need the whole world in our business,” he’d say, giving you a serious look as he assures you he’ll do everything he can to keep the news private.

though he’s usually very open and upbeat on social media, rory would hold back from posting anything about the pregnancy until he feels it’s the right time. he’d cherish these early moments in private, making sure you’re protected from the stress of the spotlight. if he’s asked by friends or fans, he’d stay low-key, not wanting to give anything away until you both feel ready to share the news.

the two of you would joke and laugh about all the outlandish hollywood baby names out there, making ridiculous suggestions “can you imagine if we named the kid ‘rayleigh moonbeam monahan’?”

when you two finally announce the pregnancy, he’d choose a special photo—you glowing and visibly pregnant or a snapshot of the ultrasound. the caption would be heartfelt like , “just when i thought life couldn’t get any better with you, y/n… along comes our little one to prove me wrong. feeling so grateful, blessed, and ready for this next chapter together. ❤️”

would be adamant about protecting the baby’s identity, using stickers or taking photos from behind to shield your child’s face. he wants them to have a real childhood, not just be “rory monahan’s kid.”

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

the moment you tell him you’re pregnant, kai’s eyes would light up with an almost crazed joy. he’d instantly see this as the fulfillment of his vision, his grand plan for creating a “messiah baby.”

would immediately assume control over the entire situation. he’d tell you that everything will now revolve around the pregnancy and what this child represents.

would obsess over every detail related to the pregnancy. he’d dictate what you eat, how you exercise, and even what kind of prenatal care you receive, believing that this child must be raised under perfect conditions.

he’d talk about how this child will be the first to be raised in his image, with his values and beliefs. “i’ll teach them everything they need to know. they’ll be stronger, smarter, better than anyone else,” he’d promise. he’d start planning out the child’s entire life before they’re even born, from their education to their role in the movement. (wow. poor kid lol)

despite being an asshole, kai would show an intense devotion to you during the pregnancy. you’re the mother of the messiah, after all. he’d shower you with praise and attention, possibly even becoming more affectionate. say things like, “you’re perfect. you’re giving me the greatest gift anyone could ever give.”

there would be moments where kai’s obsession give way to genuine tenderness. he’d touch your bump with awe, whispering, “i can’t believe it… we’re creating something amazing.” there’d be an almost childlike wonder in his eyes at times, as he’s totally in awe of the life growing inside you.

would be super gentle during sex and even go down on you when you’re horny :)

⟢ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋.

when you tell colin you’re pregnant, he’d froze, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide in absolute disbelief. his expression slowly shifting from shock to wonder. completely lost for words, standing there and struggling to find a response, yet somehow still managing to look at you with pure awe.

then, without warning, he’d swept you up into his arms. “are you serious? we’re going to be parents?” his voice shaking slightly as the reality settled in. then the two of you would kiss deeply, colin holding you close as he tries to pour all his excitement, gratitude, and love into that one kiss.

starts reading up on everything he can about pregnancy, making sure he’s prepared for every step.

he’d sit you down with a notebook and start talking about houses, school districts, and daycare options.

whatever your craving—whether it’s pickles, ice cream, or some random weird food—you can count on him to show up with it, no matter the hour. “got your favourite, plus a backup in case you change your mind,” (colin zabel the man that you are)

would get so invested in learning about babies that you’d find him falling asleep with baby books and parenting guides in his lap. he’d read up on everything from swaddling techniques to tips on managing sleep schedules, wanting to be as prepared as possible.

meticulous about getting everything ready for the baby, safety-proofing the house, researching baby essentials etc. when you start picking out strollers, cribs, and bottles, colin would obsess over quality and safety ratings.

be prepared for dad jokes.

⟢ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅.

when you first tell him, he’d literally freeze. *peter.exe has stopped working*. “whoa… wait… a baby? like a real tiny person?” he’d feel overwhelmed, knowing he’s on the verge of a huge life change and trying to wrap his head around what it means to be responsible for another human being.

always ready to run off and get whatever weird snacks you’re in the mood for.

would totally go overboard in the baby shopping department, especially toys and gadgets. he’d bring home all sorts of things that seem way too advanced, like gaming consoles and motorized toys, “look, our kid’s gonna be a tech whiz,” he’d say, holding up the PS5 he bought.

he’d immediately start practicing his dad jokes. “did you hear about the cheese factory explosion? there was de-brie everywhere!”

peter would be driven by a deep desire to be the kind of father he always wished for himself. quiet moments of reflection, probably late at night, thinking about all the ways he can be there for your child. “i’m gonna make sure our kid knows they’re loved every day.” he’d tell you. it’d become a goal he’d never stop working toward, fueled by his love for you and the family you’re about to start together.

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[kai-anderson-whore]

Late sleepless nights (smut) (evan peters x fem reader)

Summary: you had trouble sleeping and evan wanted to help you with that

Warnings: smut , fingering, oral(f receiving) , p in v sex.

A/n: I'm still doing request also if anyone has any ideas feel free to ask 😊

The crisp wind blowing through the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend evan,laying on his stomach, the soft snores coming from his lips, his arm draped across tour waist.

The room was dark looking over to the alarm clock, on your bedside table to see it was only 3:45AM, you sighed the third time this week you couldn't sleep.

You hadn't voiced your issue with evan, not worrying him since he's already under a lot of stress with the dahmer series. You learned to deal with it, just staring up at the ceiling, thinking about anything your mind could.

Feeling evan stirring beside you, cringing that you had woken him up somehow, "baby?" He mumbled pulling you closer, feeling the warmth of his body, on you.

"Sorry did I wake you?" You asked as he placed his head on your chest using your breasts as a pillow, "no felt cold why you awake?" He sleepily sighed, as your fingernails ran through his scalp lulling him back to his slumber.

"I don't know I've been like this for days I don't know what it is" you said, evan placed a kiss on your chest through your vest top, his leg drapped over you.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, lifting his head up to meet your eyes, "because I didn't want you worried I'm sure it's nothing probably just overtired that I can't sleep" you concluded.

"We'll call the doctor in the morning" he said, placing a kiss on your neck lazily on your sweet spot, making you let out a soft sigh.

Evan kept sucking, biting that spot, a string of sighs and whimpers escaping your soft lips, your hands on the nape of his neck holding him in place, evan moved his body essentially hovering over you.

"Since you can't sleep let's pass some time" he mumbled againt your now bruised skin, "evan please don't tease me" you whispered, your core now damping your thong.

Evan brought his knee to your cunt, you shamelessly grinding against it, "fuck" you moaned, evan sat up discarding you vest, exposing your breasts, his hand grabbing onto your right breast, his mouth on your left nipple.

"Feel good?" He asked, you couldn't speak still moving your hips on his knee, giving him a small nod, his hand abandoned your right breast, along with his knee, leaving you frustrated, at the loss of pleasure.

Evan took notice of your frustration, his hand now snaking its way down your body, disappearing into your panties, effortlessly massaging your bundle of nerves, you eyes immediately shutting, shocks of blissful pleasure shooting through you.

Evans lips tugging into a smirk as he slipped a finger into your cunt, pumping his digit, your back arching as he added another, eyes rolling back, pornographic sound, leaving your lips.

Pumping his fingers, curling them hitting that spot perfectly, bringing you closer to the edge, "evan I'm close" you sighed your body moving in sync with his fingers.

"That's it fuck yourself on my fingers, then I'll fuck you with my tongue and my cock" he informed, hearing him day that made that coil snap in your core, that euphoric pleasure of your orgasm.

Cumming hard on his fingers, evan pulling his hand away from your cunt, pulling your underwear all the way off your legs discarding them on the floor, his arms wrapped around your thighs, hands holding your wriggling hips down.

Evan licked a strip up for folds, collecting your juices, a small moan leaving his lips, your hand instantly tugging on his locks, your thighs closing around his head as he sucked on your clit.

Evan spreading your legs further apart, pinning your hips to the mattress, his tongue kitten licked your clit, you moans now unbearable to maintain, your body jolting with each lick of your boyfriends tongue.

"Fuck evan don't stop please" you panted, your hands still on his head holding him where you want him, his tongue now darting inside you, his nose brushing the bundle of nerves his Tongue once occupied.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" you screamed letting your juices coat his tongue as he licked every drop from your dripping pussy, your back arching, your body jolting with the overstimulation.

Evan removed his tongue from you, hovering over you so he was face yo face with you, capturing you in a heated passionate kiss, allowing you to taste yourself, before removing his boxers.

Freeing his erection, you drooling at the sight, evan placed his lips back on yours, lining himself up with your entrance, you gasped into the kiss, your nails digging into his back, turning evan on more.

Thrusting into you, your walls blissfully warm and inviting to him, fluttering around his cock, evan swallowing your soft moans.

His soft, passionate thrusts captivated you in euphoria, your legs caging around him keeping him close, "you feel so good baby" evan groaned holding your leg over his body.

You couldn't even form words, the pleasure blurred out any thoughts you had, "fuck" was all you could let out, Evan's lips back on your neck, sucking on the skin leaving more bruises.

You didn't care, you always got more turned on when evan marked you, branding you as his, "I'm close" you moaned, evan thrusted faster chasing his own release, "wait for me" he grunted.

A few more thrusts you couldn't hold it much longer, your begs and pleas to evan for your release,"go on baby cum" he said both cumming at the same time.

Feeling evan spill his seed into you, as you coat his dick in your arousal, evan slowly thrusted through your orgasms, before proceeding to flop down ontop of your, "tired now?" He panted.

"Yeah you wore me out" you chuckled playing with his hair, evan pulled out of you grabbing a towel, cleaning you up.

"Thank you" you smiled sleepily, evan climbed into bed, pulling your frame closer to him, giving you neck a kiss, "whenever you can't sleep just let me know from now on" he mumbled wrapping an arm over your waist.

"I will, I think you needed that aswell if I'm being honest" you said earning a chuckle from your boyfriend, "Yeah I did as well" he said drifting back to sleep.

[kit-walk3r]

My Kyle (Kyle Spencer x fem!reader) (Together Not Forever alternate ending)

Maybe you don’t have to learn to let Kyle go after all

Warnings: none

Part 1 Part 2

Note: here’s the alternate ending to Together Not Forever! I’m pretty happy with this so I hope you like it 💗

“Y/N. She’s leaving,” Zoe repeated. “She’s moving back home to be with her family.”

“Oh,” Kyle looked down. He felt a wave of sadness but also a sense of… relief. If you left then that allowed him to resist the temptation to find you and put you in any danger by being in his company. It would also set you free, away from him.

“Oh? That’s all you can say?” Zoe scoffed.

“Maybe it’s better this way,” Kyle shrugged. “She can get over me and I can get over her.”

“Kyle, you’re miserable without each other. This is your chance to be happy again.” Zoe insisted.

Kyle shook his head. “I made my choice, Zoe. I can’t be near her anymore.”

“How are you going to give yourself any closure?” Zoe asked. She sat down next to Kyle. “You need to think about yourself as well. Kyle, you said she was the love of your life. Are you really going to let her go without getting your own goodbye?”

…

It was your final shift at the diner before you moved back home to your family. “Someone’s asking for you,” your boss said, pointing to the door that led to the main diner.

“Who?” You asked.

Your boss shrugged. “Some brown haired girl.”

Brown haired girl? Zoe.

You nodded in thanks, before heading out onto the floor. There Zoe was, awkwardly standing next to the door waiting for you.

“Zoe?” You walked over to her and she smiled before greeting you. “What are you doing here?” The two of you had already said goodbye.

“I’m so glad I caught you,” Zoe said. “I’ve got something I need to show you. When do you finish your shift?”

You checked your watch. “In about a half hour,” you answered. “Why? What do you need to show me?”

“It’s a surprise,” She smiled.

“Okay…” You said, confused. “Well, if you let me know where it is I can come meet you once my shift’s over.”

“It’s no bother,” Zoe shrugged. “I can just hang here until you finish. It’s probably easier for me to drive you, anyway.”

You nodded. “Well, if you take a seat over there I can bring you over a milkshake or something.” You motioned towards one of the empty booths.

Zoe took a seat as you walked back to the kitchen, confused and intrigued about what her surprise was.

- - -

Once your shift was over you said your goodbyes to your friends and co-workers before grabbing your bag and heading out to meet Zoe. She was still sitting at the same booth, and got up when she saw you walking towards her.

“Ready to go?” She asked and you nodded.

The two of you headed out to her car which was parked just outside. It was sleek and black, much nicer than anything you could afford. You marvelled at the vehicle for a moment before getting the passenger side, waiting for Zoe to start the car.

“Any hints on what this ‘surprise’ is?” You asked as she started the drive to wherever the destination was. Your interest in whatever Zoe had to show you had peaked now you were on your way.

“Let’s just say I know you’re gonna love it,” Zoe teased, eyes on the road. She was grinning, and you wondered what could be so special for her to look so excited about something for you. You hummed in response and looked out the window at the world passing by for the remainder of the drive.

You weren’t in the car for long before you pulled up to a large pillared white house, surrounded by a black iron gate. Your eyes widened at the majestic sight. It was beautiful.

“Here we are,” Zoe said. She got out of the car and you quickly followed.

“Do you live here?” You asked curiously as Zoe opened the gate, ushering you inside.

She nodded. “For almost a year. It’s a pretty cool place, right?”

You hummed in agreement. She let the two of you into the house and you couldn’t help but gasp at the grandness of the interior. “This is beautiful,” you remarked, taking in the white walls and the chandeliers and grand staircase.

“Come on, your surprise is upstairs,” Zoe smiled and the two of you walked up the spiral staircase, still overwhelmed by the sight. This was a whole lot nicer than the dingy college dorm you lived in.

Zoe led you along a long hallway until you reached the final door on the one, pure white like everything else in this place. She knocked twice before opening the door. “Go inside,” her smile turned into a grin and she pushed open the door for you to enter.

It was quite a sparse room, with very little to no decoration and a bed and nightstand being the only pieces of furniture, asides a small chair in the other corner of the room, yet it still kept up the grand aesthetic the rest of the house you had seen shared.

A figure sat on the bed. He wore a black jumper, contrasting highly with the white surroundings and making him immediately noticeable to your eye. He was sitting with his back to you, but you still noticed the shaggy head of blonde hair that was oh so familiar. Too familiar.

The creek of the floorboards underneath your feet caught his attention and he slowly turned around to see you.

Kyle.

Your Kyle.

You froze in your place, unblinking, as you took in the sight in front of you. No, it couldn’t be. Kyle was dead, long dead. You’d just about come to terms with it now. This couldn’t be happening.

Kyle was still too, and the both of you spent what felt like forever just staring at each other, taking in the fact that you were in each other’s presence again. You felt as if you could hardly breathe. It felt like a dream. Surely this was a dream?

The trance the two of you were in was broken when Kyle uttered your name. That was his voice, Kyle’s voice. Just the sound of it brought tears to your eyes and you felt one slowly roll down your cheek.

“Kyle?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. This had to be a dream, and you wanted to wake up. This wasn’t fair. This would only cause her more pain when she inevitably awoke.

Kyle spoke your name again and stood up from the bed, yet you stayed frozen. You couldn’t bring yourself to move, afraid that if you even took one step all of this would wash away, as if your memory of Kyle would wash away.

He slowly walked towards you as you felt yourself continue to cry. You still felt unable to move and as Kyle inched closer your heart began to beat faster and faster. Your body felt hot, your hands slightly shaking. Was this real? Was this reality?

You felt the gentlest touch on your cheek. Kyle wiped away the tears staining your cheek, even though tears were glistening in his own eyes. Here he was, standing right in front of you and you took him all in. You noticed the scar that ran across one of his cheeks. Just above the collar of his shirt you could see another scar, circling his whole neck, that looked pretty deep. His hair was a mess, not neat and tidy how he usually liked to keep it, and you were pretty sure he was taller than you remembered. He looked different, but he was still Kyle.

The two of you locked eyes, and you acknowledged that you were now both crying. Your own hand mirrored Kyle’s and you reached out to clean his own cheek of tears. The skin under your finger was warm and you gently ran your thumb over the slightly rough texture of his scar. He was still Kyle.

Through the tears you noticed something in Kyle’s eyes, the familiar twinkle you always saw when he was smiling and laughing with you. And that was when you couldn’t control yourself anymore and you jumped at him, wrapping your arms around him tightly and pressing your face into his neck in the tightest embrace you had ever given him. He held you back just as tightly and you felt him press a kiss to the side of your head like he always used to. This was real, Kyle was real, and you couldn’t believe that you were lucky enough to have another chance with him.

“Kyle,” you cried into him, your tears non-stop flowing. “My Kyle.”

- - -

Outside, Zoe smiled as she watched the two of you embrace before quietly shutting the door and allowing you to have your loving moment of happiness and bliss.

•———•

Kyle and the reader finally got their happy ending! I’m really happy with how the alternate ending turned out and I hope it satisfied people who wanted a happy ending. I may have one or two ideas for a couple more fics in this series based on this alternate ending if anyone is interested.

Also, remember my requests are open!

[akillerbeforeyou]

Anything.

(Kai Anderson x fem!reader)

Authors note: Heyy! This is my first time writing for Kai (and writing on Tumblr in general) so please feel free to tell me how you feel about it! It will be a two-parter (smut in the second part) because I'm lazy and didn't feel like writing more. Also, this is barely proofread.

Also! This fic is heavily inspired by a Kai bot from @fear-is-truth I wouldn't have had the motivation to start writing again if it wasn't for that bot so thank you!

Word count: around 1k

Content warning: implied sexual content, implied violence, that's pretty much it for now.

read part two here

It was my fault. I had fucked up, big time. 

From the very beginning, Kai had taken a liking to me. I've always been good at following rules to a tee with little to no hesitation. So naturally, I became one of Kai's favorites. When the role of his devoted girlfriend was first assigned to me, I assumed it was just that- a role to play- just another tactic to sway the voters in favor of him. I mean, who doesn't love a candidate with family-oriented values? it would be a way to humanize him and soften his image to the public. and who better to play the part than the one woman who had been willing to walk to the end of the world for him since the very get-go? Over time, I realized our relationship was more than just a facet of his public persona. I genuinely cared about him- and in his way, he felt the same. He would ask something of me, and I would do it. Never once since joining the cause did I feel threatened by him. Until now. 

I woke up confused, not remembering having laid down in the first place. As my vision cleared, I recognized the basement, dimly lit and empty. The grogginess I had originally woken up to started to fade as I looked down to find I had been completely tied down in the chair I was seated in. That's when I reminded myself of the previous 'mission' I had gone on with the rest of FIT where we had to retreat early to avoid getting caught after I had been the one to draw too much attention to the group. 

Fuck. Kai wasn't anywhere in sight, but I could feel his presence. I had been by his side since day one and I knew all too well how this would end. The sound of his footsteps broke the silence in the room, followed closely by his voice. 

"Now. What am I going to do with you?" I could feel his hot breath tickling the back of my neck as he leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Divine Ruler. I'm sorry. I really am." I did my best to get out full sentences but every few words I was interrupted by involuntary sniffles. "Good girls don't fail their leaders. I thought you'd learned that by now.." he paused, and I held my breath as I remembered the multiple occasions I had watched others being brutalized for mistakes smaller than the one I had just made. "You know I have to punish you, right? It wouldn't be right for you to get away with screwing up this big." he circled me as I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears and completely unable to respond. "Say something, little lamb." he paused before feigning concern "Aw, are you scared? is that it?" I looked up and nodded my head. "Well, you should be. I'm furious with you. and you know what I'm like when I'm furious at someone." my heart pounded in my chest as I scrambled to find the right words to say- if that was at all possible. "Please Kai-" I stop myself midway through using his name, knowing that will only further my punishment "-Divine Ruler, I'm so sorry I am. you know I would never purposely sabotage you, sir" I say as my lips tremble and hot tears begin to stream down my face. He leans in, impossibly close to me before continuing to speak. "How cute. Look at how much you're crying for me when I haven't even hurt you- yet." "Yet..?" I stutter watching a sadistic grin spread across his face. "That's right, little lamb. I haven't decided how I'm going to punish you yet, but there'll be a punishment, I can assure you that much." Another moment of silence as I try and think of some sort of response- to no avail, of course. "Perhaps it's time I really whipped you into shape, little lamb. Maybe then you'll learn how to behave properly like a good little girl would." His tone is cruel and sharp enough to cut glass. I inhaled deeply "Please- Divine Ruler don't you think there isn't any need for that" I looked up at him with doe eyes "I've never failed you before sir it won't happen again- don't I deserve to be let off with a warning" Normally, talking to Kai like this would be a sure-fire way to end up being thrown in a ditch- but I knew deep down he'd be somewhat more lenient with me than the others, considering our relationship. "Oh, you think you deserve to be let off with a warning? Why's that? Because you're my special little lamb, and you've been a good girl up until now?" he pauses with a light chuckle to himself "Well, I'm in a bad mood now, Y/N, so I don't really care what you deserve. I want to punish you, and no amount of pleading and weeping is going to change my mind." he said, with eyes as cold as ice and words as harsh as nails. "I've been such a good girl" I plead with both my tone as well as my eyes "Please baby, I love you" the second sentence I speak in a whisper, knowing Kai would either react extremely negatively to me calling him baby or extremely positively, but no in between. 

To anyone else, it would seem as if he did not react- but I could see his face soften as he soaked in my pleas. He would never admit it, but he liked it when I called him baby. And he liked it even more when I was begging and at his mercy. 

"Baby" my voice quivers as I look up at the man I adore- as well as fear. Kai's expression softens some more, and the cruelty in his eyes has almost completely faded.

"Again."

I take a deep breath of air and try my best to smile sweetly through the tears "Baby, every single thing I do is for you. for us. please" I watch as Kai's breathing becomes heavier. his mouth curls up into an almost predatory smile as he hears my words. "That was perfect," he says, caressing my cheek. I lean into his touch as his thumb circles over my cheekbone. His gaze remains locked on mine, filled with something seeming more like affection than hatred. He continues in a gentler tone "You are my good girl, aren't you?" 

"Of course I am. I would do anything for you." I watch as his grin returns, less sinister and a lot more warm. As fucked up and unhealthy as it was, there isn't anything that turns Kai on more than devotion. 

"Anything?"  

"Anything."

"Good girl," Kai says sweetly as if he had completely forgotten about his earlier anger

"You know what I want from you now, don't you, my little lamb?" I bite my lip, mascara stains my face "Just say the word, and I'll do whatever you want" "Hm... I could still punish you, couldn't I? You failed me when I needed you most.... you've got to atone for that somehow, don't you?" my stomach flips as he leans in even closer to me. "But... maybe I can forgive this time. I am feeling particularly generous today, after all. I've got a better idea."

"Thank you, divine ruler. you really are good to me. please tell me, what idea are you talking about sir" I ask in my softest tone, letting Kai take the rails. "Don't play dumb with me, sweetheart... you know very well what I'm talking about." he draws his hand even lower, moving it up my thigh, slowly inching upward. I throw my head back and hiss slightly as his hand trails up my thigh, a shock of pleasure courses through my body at the small contact he makes. "I'll do whatever you want. I live to serve you. Just please- untie me from the chair, baby" Kai takes a moment to think to himself before he begins unties to me. As the bonds are undone, I can feel the blood rush to my limbs once more, relief washing over me after what seemed like an eternity of suffering.

 "Good girl. Now... get on your knees."

Feel free to give me constructive criticism! I am also thinking of starting a taglist so let me know if you want to be tagged in part two/future fics. Thanks!

[thatswhatthepoetssay]

MASTERLIST

ahs

Sunshine Boy 1 , 2 | Kyle Spencer |

synopsis: A typical story of girl meets boy…and maybe some trouble along the way.

Born In Flames | Tate Langdon |

synopsis: Can the devil himself find comfort in simple things? Or does he crave something more cynical..

Study Buddy | Tate Langdon |

synopsis: You have been feeling quite unmotivated recently so Tate shows his support by helping you out.

One Way Ticket | Tate Langdon |

synopsis: Seven months worth of empty promises. Seven months of waiting for things to change yet somehow they always stay the same. Trying to change the outcome of an already released film, is just as pointless as trying to leave the Murder House.

[thehermitsaltar]

 "You can hold my hand if you want."

from this list x

Rory Monahan x Male Reader

A/N; first wholesome Wednesday in a while so be gentle

“Man, this place gives me the creeps.” Y/N shuddered, giving a grim look to the house before him. 

“Oh come on, you don’t actually believe in those ghost stories, right?” Rory chuckled.

Y/N scoffed and shook his head, trudging his way towards the door, determined to get over his fears. The ginger was close on his trail, so close he stumbled when the other stopped dead in his tracks.

“Come on, I don't wanna go in there.” 

Rory knew Y/N was nervous to come here on the drive up but he didn’t know the extent of his anxiety until now. He felt a pang of sadness in his chest when he saw Y/N’s fidgety hands and worried gaze.

Grabbing Y/N’s arm gently. “Hey, it’ll be okay, I promise. Besides, you’ve got me to protect ya.” Rory smiled gently at the other man. 

Y/N gave a stuttered nod, chewing on his lip.

"You can hold my hand if you want." 

Rory reached his hand out, blush dusting his cheeks when Y/N grabbed it with little hesitation. 

Y/N slowly felt the nerves melt from his body. Opening the door to the haunted and stepping in with his best friend by his side.

[twinkiemaximoff]

Kinktober: Day Eight - Casting Couch

Rory Monahan x GN!Reader

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woah 😳 2 posts 1 day? crazy

TW: nsfw!!! sub!rory, thigh riding, casting couch kink

Tags: @mossybank @undeadcortez @americxn @mrgallantt @tatestripedsweater @evanmybeloved @fictional-men-that-i-stan @cordeliagoodes-gardenshears @quickiesgirl

Normally, Rory was the most confident person in the room, never shy, and overall not afraid to say or do what he wanted. But with you, it was like he was a completely different person and he didn't know how to deal with that. Nervous, his heart speeding up whenever you were around, fumbling over his words. You had him indefinitely wrapped around your finger, and everyone could tell. Even Audrey's teased him about it once or twice and nobody was surprised when the two of you eventually got together and got married of all things.

You were a famous casting director, working along with Sidney on My Roanoke Nightmare and you were the one who had got Rory the job in the first place. He had been brimming with excitement that whole week after you called him in after his audition, asking to speak with him. But excitement turned into nerves once the day finally came and he had to actually meet up with you.

You were gorgeous for one but your whole demeanor, your confidence practically radiating off of you and that look in your eyes as you peered over at him, you're lips stretched into what he could only describe as a shark-like grin. It made him feel like prey being hunted for sport— and he would be lying if he said the thought didn’t appeal to him a little bit. Plus this gig was such an important one, he couldn't risk fumbling it, making a fool out of himself in front of you with no job being the cherry on top. How could he not be a little nervous?

Your eyes bore into Rory as he stepped into the casting room, and you wordlessly nodded towards the leather couch pressed firmly up against the opposite wall. He gave a quick grin and nodded, heading over to it with a hum.

“So,, you wanted to talk? Hope my audition was good enough for you,, I mean—“ Rory starts, fumbling over his words and you raise your eyebrows as his face turns about as red as the hair on his head. He stops dead in his tracks though as you bark an order at him, voice firm yet soft, unique in your own way. To sit down, Monahan. And Rory does, his mouth snapping shut as his ass collides with the soft leather of the couch. He watches you, intently as if waiting in anticipation, fingers picking nervously at some worn, frayed pieces of the cushion under him.

You grin that shark-toothed grin again as you stalk over to him, slowly yet with no hesitation in your steps. He's trembling by the time you reach him, standing firmly in-between his legs and grabbing his chin in delicate fingers, brushing your thumb against his bottom lip. The action draws out a whimper from him, soft, barely noticeable but you catch it, humming gently.

"So eager to please, huh? I'm surprised you didn't drop down to your knees, Monahan." And his eyes are wide, almost akin to a deer in headlights because— because this was a joke right? It had to be a joke, you were making fun of him. Right? But you didn’t burst out into laughter, no, but instead leaned in closer, your eyes full of lust, not a glint of humor in them. And you begin speaking again, your voice becoming soft instead of cold and teasing, just for a moment as you seek out his permission to continue, “do you want this?”

And Rory nods, so rapid, so eager that he thinks his neck might snap if he keeps it up so he drops it in favor of begging for it, no matter how embarrassed he is by it. Which you seem to favor as well, eyes glinting as words pour from his rosy lips, flickering over them and his equally rosy cheeks.

“Fuck— God, please,, I want it! I need it, please, please— I’ll do anything (Y/N). Anything you want, anything you wanna give me j-just,, please—“ And Rory would continue all night if you wanted, but you cut him off, leaning in to pull him into a heated kiss. Your hands come up to tug at short red locks and he groans into your mouth, his own coming to tangle in your shirt. God, you were so perfect.

Soon enough, you’d stripped him of his shirt and joined him on the couch, hauling him into your lap. He squirms in your grasp as you bite and nip on his skin, hands trailing all along and squeezing at his sensitive sides, and he whines, rolling his hips against yours ever so slightly.

"What do you want, Monahan? You've gotta tell me, puppy." You coo, smiling softly against his kiss-bitten chest, hands coming down to still his hips. The nickname has him a mess, almost instantly, his pupils blown wide. This was all going so fast. And it all felt too good to be true. You were his potential boss, you couldn't do this, could you? Yet here you were, reducing him to putty in your very hands, something he never thought possible. But he can't bring himself to care right now. "Puppy,, come on, sweetheart."

Rory stutters, his eyes squeezing shut when he feels your teeth graze his skin again, before your lips attach to one of his nipples, drawing out a gasp from him. He arches into your touch, eyes slipping shut as you suck on the sensitive bud, swirling your tongue around it.

"F-fuck, oh my god,, a-anything, just please touch me— I need to cum!” Rory whines, throwing his head back when you deliver a harsh bite to his nipple before pulling back, cocking your eyebrow at him. He’s rock hard in his jeans now, probably making a whole mess in his boxers and you hum, tapping his side gently as you think.

“No. If you want me to touch you, you’ve got to earn it. I think,,” You begin, trailing off before you can finish and Rory balks, fingers gripping your shirt as he waits for you to continue. “I think you should ride my thigh. Make a mess in these jeans,, and maybe I’ll l think about indulging you next time.”

Rory pouts and goes to argue, plead but the promise of a next time has his ears perking up and he thinks he could handle this— especially if he got more time in your arms down the line. He nods, pulling his lip under his teeth as he ruts against you again.

“S-so,, there’s gonna be a next time then?” He questions, his own grin spreading across his features, pride brimming in his veins when your eyes flicker up to his, cheeks burning just the same as his own when you realize your slip up. “Y’know,, I hope you don’t do this with every actor who walks in here.”

This prompts a roll of your eyes, the color of them and the kiss you press to his jaw making him swoon, especially so when you reach around to cup his bum, guiding his hips into yours.

“No,, just the cute ones— which has just been you. Though if you want a next time,, you gotta work for it baby.” You croon, voice low and your breath hot against Rorys ear when you lean in, still guiding his hips, so perfectly. His brows knit together and he hears shuffling outside, suddenly very aware of where you both are and that he doesn’t remember you locking the door. You could get caught at any moment. You seem to notice him hesitate and shush him, tapping at his thigh gently. “Keep going, puppy.”

Letting out a whimper, Rory’s head whipping over to the door for a moment before coming back to meet you, hazy doe eyes peering down into your own. And despite his hesitation, his cock is throbbing in his jeans, the thrill of the whole thing almost pushing him over the edge.

When you unbutton his pants though, and slip your hand down in them to pull his member out of his confines, bouncing against his belly when you tug the slacks down the best you can before pulling him flush against you again. He’s slick with precum, the substance dripping down his length as he gasps and moans, rutting against you with a rushed pace, chasing his approaching orgasm. He should be embarrassed by how quick he got there, but there’s not a single ounce of shame left in his body at this point. He can’t bring himself to care.

“Shit, Monahan. Knew how good you’d be from the moment I saw you but,, I never could’ve imagined this,,” you hum, wrapping your hand around his cock, letting him practically thrust into it as he grows closer and closer, admiring the flushed tip contrasting with your own skin. You shush Rory as he whimpers, peppering kisses along his jaw and speaking between them. “Such a good boy for me though,, so perfect. Do you think you can cum for me pup?”

Through nods and pleas, Rory does— rutting up into your hand and decorating it with hot white cum until he’s squirming in your lap, trembling at the overstimulation. You milk him dry before you half your movements, wiping your hand off on his jeans before carding it through his shorts locks again. You smooth it back, pressing a kiss to Rorys temple as he slumps over against your shoulder with a whine, curling up as close as possible. He waits for you to order him up and out of your office but those harsh words never come, instead what comes after surprises him.

“Well,, I think you’ll be glad to know— you got the part. And a date with me,, if you want it.”

[therenlover]

Therenlover’s Official Fanfic Glossary!

Hey hey hey! This is the place where you can find all my up-to-date fanfics linked nicely, read about what projects I have upcoming, and learn what requests I’m taking at the moment! Cheers!

This post is massive so, for the sake of your dash, everything is under the cut

A NOTE ABOUT REQUESTS!

I will do my best to fulfill any requests I get while my ask box/requests are open! That being said, I cannot promise every request will get done, and that if they do, they’ll be done in a timely manner. I’m currently working on a long-form project that needs a lot of time and energy to come out consistently, so unless I’m doing a writing event most of my writing juice will be focused on that. That being said, if you want something ask! The worst I can possibly do is direct you towards someone else who might be able to write what you want if I cant.

If I choose not to do your request based on personal preference (it makes me uncomfy/I don’t write for the character at that time/I don’t feel I can write what you want/etc.) I will do my best to contact you and let you know! That being said, if you think your ask got buried/forgotten, feel free to message me again and let me know, but please tell me when you message me if I should be looking for a prior request.

Characters/Fandoms I will write for currently

 💙 = I’m Currently Super Inspired To Write For This Character

Marvel/X-Men

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Peter Maximoff 💙

Pietro Maximoff

Helmut Zemo 💙

Hank McCoy

Ralph Bohner 💙

Vision

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker 💙

Kyle Spencer (Pre- and Post- Death)

Jimmy Darling 💙

James Patrick March 💙

Kai Anderson

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Armitage Hux 💙

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Finn

Han Solo

Assorted/Random

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne - FGO

Cu Chulainn/Cu Alter - FGO

Warren Lipka - American Animals 💙

Enjolras - Les Miserables

Grantaire - Les Miserables

Gabriel - Supernatural

Imagines - REQUESTS CLOSED

Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Headcanons - REQUESTS CLOSED

Modern! AU Armitage Hux Boyfriend Headcanons

Zemo With A Well Dress S/O Headcanons

Zemo Getting Jealous Headcanons

Oneshots - REQUESTS CLOSED

Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One   Part Two   Part Three   Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

Currently Empty

Star Wars

Currently Empty

Assorted/Random

Currently Empty

Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

Hey you! If you’ve made it this far down the list, thanks for supporting me as an author! I’ll be linking my AO3 here. I post everything there shortly before I post it here, and there are some older fics there you might enjoy along the way! It’s also easier to drop comments over there and I keep them open for non-members, so give me a shout if you liked what I wrote!

I love you all, you make me so happy, and without you support I would never be motivated to write! Cheers!

[temporarywelcome]

The X-Factor - Peter Maximoff

Chapter Two: Playful Flirting

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Fic Summary: Peter Maximoff and Alex Summers liked being X-Men, they really did. However, they both felt like they could be so much... more. And so they found themselves as film students traveling to a secluded farm in Texas for a documentary project, Peter immediately smitten with the owner's daughter, Y/N. However, Y/N, her parents, and the rest of the farm seem to be hiding a terrible, evil, secret.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: swearing, sex talk (no smut)

Read Chapter One!

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"I'm gonna be a star."

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Word Count: 1.4k

Camera in hand, Peter and Alex left their musty ass cabin and surveyed the farm, brainstorming ideas. 

“You should find the hot farm girl and ask her for that tour now,” Alex told him with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows, “And if she’s okay with it, we can film it for th doc,”

“Uhuh,” Peter wasn’t fucking listening. His eyes were staring dead at the hot farm girl Alex spoke of, Y/N, who was at the stable. She was so far, he could barely see her, yet his damn eyes weren’t leaving her for a second.

“Damn,” Alex rolled his eyes, “I take back what I said about Ms. Cowgirl giving you ‘fuck me’ eyes. It was 100% you giving them to her,” 

“Mhm,” 

“Peter,” Alex reached out and flicked his cheek, making him flinch.

“What?” he grumbled, swatting Alex’s hand away swiftly. 

“Ask your little girlfriend to take us on that tour,” 

“Oh. Yeah.” Peter scurried off with that super speed of his, Alex sighing and walking over.

“Hi, Y/N,” Peter said, already uncomfortably close to her. He awkwardly cleared his throat, taking a step back, “Whatcha doin’?”

Y/N jumped when he suddenly appeared in front of her, giggling softly, “Ah! You sure are fast, Mr.”

It then occurred to him it seemed she had no clue who he was. He was an X-Man for crying out loud, most people knew who he was. 

Well, an Ex-X-Man. But still.

“Oh, um, yeah,” he replied, “I'm a mutant.”

“I figured,” she replied, “Don't let my mama or daddy know that, they think yalls a bunch of freaks,”

“Er, noted,” 

“Your film buddy a mutant too?”

“Yeah,” Who cares about Alex? Peter was right in front of her!

“At least yall look ‘normal’.” Y/N shrugged, filling a bucket up, “Well, except yer hair,”

Peter's hand instinctively when to his silver strands, running his fingers through it, “True,” he frowned.

"Don't worry 'bout it. I rather like it,"

Cue the reddening cheeks, "...You do?"

"Mhm," and suddenly those warm hands were touching his hair and he saw angels. Holy cow. "They're unique. I like 'em,"

Red as a tomato. That's what he was. And so all he could do was giggle nervously, playing with the hem of his shirt as he watched her set the bucket down in a stall.“So… whatcha doing?” he repeated, trying to keep the conversation going.

“Oh, just feedin’ the horses,” she replied, “Ever ridden one before?”

“No,” Peter shook his head, eyeing the horse in curiosity, “I don’t think I’ve even seen one in person before,”

“Wanna pet her?”

He hesitated, watching the overwhelmingly tall and burly creature in the stall, “She bite?”

Y/N laughed, “No,” she took his hand, and he thought he would start levitating in the air. He went to intertwine their fingers, then his dumb ass realized she grabbed it to pet the horse. Damn. 

She brought his hand to the horse’s neck, gently patting the rough skin. His eyes brightened almost immediately, “Woah,”

Giggling, she moved a bit closer to him, making his cheeks flush. “They have strong skin. Wanna brush her?”

Peter excitedly nodded, biting his bottom lip in nervousness. He then pouted as she released his hand from her grip. He continued to cautiously pet the horse as she grabbed a brush. 

“Here, like this,” she demonstrated how to brush the horse’s hair as Alex finally entered the stable. 

“You got distracted?” he mused, crossing his arms over his chest.

Peter shrugged, “Maybe,” Y/N handed him the brush and with a shy smile, he brushed the horse the same way she did. He awkwardly cleared his throat, “Hey, Y/N…?”

“Yes, suga’?”

Oh. he almost vomited out rainbows. Pure Skittles. Holy fuck. He wasn’t sure why a simple name had him practically trembling at the knees, but he fucking was. Holy fuck.

“Um,” his brain completely short-circuited, and he looked like a fucking idiot, “Can we have that tour now?”

“ ‘We’ ?” she glanced at Alex, “ ‘We’s a lot of people,” 

Peter could tell Alex was offended by that. Neither of them knew the extent of Y/N’s offer. It was only for him. Not Alex. 

“Oh,” he bit his bottom lip, awkwardly glancing at Alex then at his feet, “My bad,”

“It is what it is,” she put down the brush, “Lemme finish ‘ere and I’ll take ya both on the tour,” 

Peter sighed in relief, giving her a little smile, “Thank you,” 

Y/N walked off, and Alex rolled his eyes practically to the back of his head, “Might as well fuck, you two.”

“Jealous?” Peter teased, feeling giddy. He practically had the zoomies, bouncing from one side of the stable to the next, “I think she likes me,” 

“She miiiiight just want your dick, bro,” 

Peter stopped with the zoomies, pausing, “What?” 

Alex laughed, hesitantly reaching out a hand for a horse to sniff, “You think that hot chick has just miraculously fallen in love with you?” 

“Well, no,” To be honest, he kind of just assumed Y/N was just as much of a lonely loser as he was and was starved for a relationship. 

“I’ll bet twenty bucks she just wants dick, man,”

Peter sighed. Alex was his best friend, yes, but sometimes he really ruined Peter’s self-esteem. And so he clamped his mouth shut, suddenly not so giddy. 

Y/N returned, wiping her hands on her overalls, “Alrighty fellas, follow me.”

And Peter was back to following her around like a lost puppy, even though he knew that Alex was probably right. Alex was always right, wasn’t he? 

“Can we film you?” Alex asked, holding up his camera.

She smirked, doing a little twirl. God, she was so cute. “Of course. Gotta get used to ‘em cameras now, yeah?”

“Right,” Alex nodded and grinned, “Because you’re going to be a star!”

Damn you, Alex. He was always so good with his words. Always the one chatting up girls and getting dates. Peter was supposed to be the imagination of the duo, the writer, he was supposed to be the one good with words, but when it cames to girls his brain would immediately shut down. With girls, Alex was Shakespeare level, while Peter was… just ass. 

“Damn right Imma be a star,” Y/N giggled, practically skipping now. Of course Alex was the one able to make her smile like that. “Can you see me in a big time drama film?” she struck a pose and holy fuck she was the cutest girl ever. 

“Leading role,” Peter replied with a grin, trying to come up with a compliment that would bring her attention towards him. “I can see you outdoing Brooke Shields,” 

Y/N’s eyes brightened, “I saw a few films with her in ‘em. She a true beauty,”

“Nothing compared to you though…” he was complimenting her, but he was sure he was blushing way harder than her. 

“A star in the making,” Alex agreed, “I know just the genre I could see you in.”

“Oh? And what would that be?”

Alex smirked, “It’s not an appropriate genre,” 

What the fuck. Maybe Peter and Alex should have discussed the boundaries friends don’t cross. Peter was obviously infatuated with this chick, why won’t Alex back the fuck off?

Y/N tilted her head to the side, “Not an appropriate genre?” she asked cluelessly, “I don’t know many genres, to be frank. We don’t have a television at home so I always gotta bike to town to see a film,”

Peter sighed in relief, glad she didn’t understand Alex’ gross flirtations. “Can we focus on the tour, please?”

“Right,” Alex held up his camera, “So we can film you?”

“Yessiree,” Y/N replied.

And so began the tour of butt fuck Springlake Farms. Alex, being the cinematography guy, was focused on getting shots of all the scenery they passed by, while Peter’s camera was stuck on one subject… Y/N. He was convinced she was the most beautiful thing to grace this forsaken Earth. God created humans and gave her as an apology. 

And suddenly she was talking to him, and he wasn’t even fucking listening. He blinked, trying to steady his thoughts, “...huh?” he asked dumbly.

Y/N giggled, “I said you catchin’ flies,”

He flushed in embarrassment, not realizing his mouth was open this whole time like a damn fucking idiot. “Er, no I wasn’t!” 

Alex better cut this damn part out of the film. 

Y/N just laughed, pushing a strand of silver hair from his face, “You’re special. There ain’t nobody else out there like you,”

And he was dead.

Well, no, he wasn’t, that would have been crazy. 

But he felt like he had just died and gone to heaven. 

She thought he was special. 

Nobody was like him.

Later that day, Alex had laughed, shaking his head and saying, “She barely knows you. She was definitely just flirting,”

Okay, and? Peter didn't give a fuck.

Flirting or not, it didn't sound too bad. 

[safic4-m]

💛🎭I am

Pairing: Audrey Tindall x Fem Lector

Author’s Note: I have no fucking clue what this is about.

Word count: Me vale verga…1021

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

-First, we’re dating at the show,- you explain.

-Then in real life,- continues Audrey.

-We’re done in real life,- you continue.

-And our characters are still dating in the show,- finishes the blonde.

-At the beginning it was awkward,- you launch into the air, making the audience laugh.

-Why?- asks Jimmy

-Well, our relationship didn’t end good…- comments Tindall.

-And then on set we had to be the perfect couple that everyone loves,- forcing a smile.

-So it was hard for you guys?

-Yes,- they answer in unison.

-You have no idea how tense it was during the taping,- says Rory.

-Really?- asks the presenter.

-Yes, as soon as the scenes were cut, everyone went their own way,- says Monahan.

-That’s not true,- you come out to defend yourself.

-Of course it is,- says one of your companions.

They start fighting among them and you decide to pause the video, that was the last time the world knew anything about you.

You were part of the most successful series “Inside the unknown”, the main plot is about a mother who moves with her daughter to a house in the outskirts of the city, strange things start to happen, to the extent that she thinks she is going crazy, but she meets a woman who helps her and shows her the secrets that the place keeps.

From the beginning they both have a very good chemistry and as the series goes on we see the story of each of them, winning the hearts of the viewers and becoming the most loved couple.

Now, the feelings of your characters went beyond the screen, taking it to real life, the world went crazy when you made your relationship public, you were the perfect couple, but fate had different plans; your thing didn’t work out and you ended up hurting each other.

You were doomed to see her being happy with someone else, Rory and Audrey started dating, your relationship at the beginning was a secret but you noticed her looks and you were willing to give anything for her to see you that way again.

You couldn’t keep pretending that it didn’t affect you, the kisses on camera, the scenes where they make love, it was hurting you, you wanted to believe that there was something more where there was nothing.

Then you decided to retire, your exit from show business came as a surprise to everyone, you were at the peak of your career and you simply gave it all up.

Recently you had been contacted to see if you could make a cameo in the series and after thinking about it for a while you decided to accept; that brings you to this precise moment, you were in your dressing room waiting to be called and to make time you scrolled through social networks finding the video.

-We are ready for you- says a girl holding her tablet to avoid eye contact.

-You can call me Y/n, honey- giving away a smile in the process.

- - - -

(Audrey) -I can’t believe it’s you,- says the brunette holding your face.

(You)-I am, sweetheart- she replies, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

(Audrey)-Victoria…I am.

(You)-Shh…you don’t have to say anything- pulling her into a hug.

The woman bursts into tears, clinging to the other’s body to keep from falling.

(Audrey)-I missed you so much- she says between sobs.

(You)-And I missed you my love- combing her hair- but you have to come back- moving away so you can see her.

(Audrey)-I can’t, I don’t have the strength to go on anymore.

(You)-Alma needs you- wiping away your tears -you have to go on Camille

(You)-I will always be with you- says Victoria away before she wakes up.

Camille jumps up hugging her daughter.

The scene ends and the entire cast applauds for the great season finale, Ryan takes a microphone and asks them to be quiet.

-I must thank my stars for this wonderful finale, Audrey for bringing Camille to life and Y/n for coming out of retirement and bringing Victoria back to the screen.

Everyone cheers for both of them at their great scene together, watching the blonde blush; they threw a party to celebrate the season premiere and although you are flattered by it all, you just wanted to go home to your cats.

You managed to escape to a balcony to get some fresh air, you were no longer used to the attention of so many people and it was starting to overwhelm you.

-Here you are,- says Audrey behind you.

-I am,- you answer turning your back to her.

-It’s good you came back,- she says settling in next to you.

You don’t answer and just give her a smile, a silence falls between you both, you return your gaze to the front, enjoying her company.

-Wasn’t I enough for you?- he asks suddenly.

-I’m sorry?- turning to look at her.

-I mean…when I was with you the media was normal, but when we broke up, your leaving, my relationship with Rory,- taking a moment to calm her breathing, -the media was all over me, blaming me about your leaving and about the age difference…I just …I can’t.

Seeing her break down like that makes your heart flutter fanning the flame, you take the blonde in your arms, holding her tightly.

-Shhhh…it’s okay, let it out,- drawing circles on her back.

-No, I feel like I’m not enough,- letting out a sob.

-Don’t say that- pulling her away to see her -Listen to me Audrey, you are more than enough and Rory should be more than happy to have you.

-That’s the problem, we are getting divorced- she lets go, making you take a deep breath.

-Ohh

-And then you agreed to come back, then I started counting the days to see you again, I ruined the scenes on purpose just to spend time with you, but to see you playing Victoria again, the love in her eyes for Camille…GOD I WISH IT WAS YOU SEEING ME.

Your heart beats too fast, as you try to take in what she just told you, she still has feelings for you. You feel like a teenager, but you’re too far from it, you’re literally three years older than the blonde.

-Don’t you plan to say something?!

-I only agreed to come back to see you one last time.

[kai-anderson-whore]

Hi Happy New Year, what is your username in Wattpad please? I searched writingforevan and I couldn't find you and can a request a smut with Kai Anderson where he gets really jealous and possessive with his girlfriend? Thank you 💕

Yes and the wattpad is evan-peters-is-hot hope you enjoy

Your mine(smut) (kai Anderson x fem reader)

Warnings: smut, p in v sex , oral sex (m receiving), degrading, choking kink

Having a boyfriend who is a clut leader was hard, challenging, you never knew what wild idea's kai would have next, but you were loyal to him, you were his most loyal follower.

But you and speedwagan got close, too close in kai's opinion, you didn't care he was the only friend you made except from winter.

You would talk about anything that was troubling you both, but kai never liked that one bit, he would take it out on you, essentially making you his punching bag.

Tonight was no exception, you and speedwagan engaged in a conversation about something random that's happening with the clut.

Kai's eyes on you like a hawk, as you chatted with speedwagan harmlessly, his face enraged, as you spoke to speedwagan.

You had sat beside speedwagan as kai have his nightly lectures about Jim Jones or Charles manson, listening to kai as he spoke his eyes never left yours, they were enraged like hours before.

He sped up his talk so you and him could go to bed, he knew what he had in for you, the way you were chatting to his clut member, made him mad.

He ended his nightly speech grabbing you by the arm, dragging out upstairs before you could say goodbye, "kai come on let me go your hurting me" you said his grip only getting tighter and tighter, till you reached his room.

Pinning your body to the wall his mouth instantly going to assault your neck, you couldn't help but moan at the sudden action.

"Your such a slut" he said his hand going into your trousers to your soaked cunt, "I bet this is for speedwagan I noticed how close you are with him" he hissed, you knew you were being punished in a second.

"No kai it's all for you I would touch speedwagan" you whispered the closeness not close enough for you, you needed kai closer, but kai wasn't given into you yet.

"Oh really then why you always around him then y/n" he snapped his fingers working on your clit harshly, making you almost scream with the feeling.

"Huh?" He said coaxing an answer from you, "he's my friend kai" you mumbled biting your lip holding your moans.

"I thought I told you how I feel about your guy friends" you didn't know how to reply either one was going to be a punishment.

"Answer me y/n" he was getting more angry at you, "you did" you whispered scared to piss him off more, but wanting to at the same time.

"I said what" he beckons holding a fist full of your hair bringing your face closer "you said I'm a slut for having guy friends because they want to fuck me" you answered.

"And who is the only one that can fuck you?" He further questioned. "You kai only you can fuck me" you said holding on to his shoulders.

He pushed out on to the bed, you knew what was going to happen, you didn't mind at all when kai punished you it was the best sex you had, so you weren't complaining.

His mouth sucking on the skin of your neck, harshly, his hands all over your body, grabbing your breasts, "you're mine and I'm going to make you remember that" he grunted.

Your soaked core desperate for attention, kai's words making you wetter by the second, kai got up off the bed pulling his yellow sweater off, "I want you to prove your worthy of me" he stated.

You looked up at the man infront of you, with innocent eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt.

Pulling his pants and boxers down freeing his erection, taking his cock in your small hand, licking the shaft all the way to the tip earning a groan of approval from kai.

"Suck it" he instructed grabbing a fist full of your hair sliding his cock into your mouth, making you gag a little at the sudden action.

Your tongue pressing flat along his shaft, hollowed cheeks, as you sucked your boyfriend off, kais hips bucked into you, practically fucking your mouth.

"Your doing so well my little slut" he praised, as he fucked you throat, you held on to his thigh for leverage, tears brimming your eyes, as you were trying to breathe through your nose.

You felt him twitch inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks more, taking his cock further in your mouth, kai panting, groaning till he came inside your mouth.

Kai not wasting a drop of cum, before pulling out from your now plump lips "swallow it" he demanded, you obeyed, kai wiped the remaining cum from your lips with his thumb, you licking it off his thumb.

"Turn around I want you down on all fours" he said, you got on your hands and knees, wiggling your ass, as kai pulled down your skirt and panties.

Kai gripped your hips, lining himself up with your entrance, slamming his cock into you, not giving you time to adjust, a loud moan escaped your lips, eyes rolled, mouth agaped.

Kai thrusted into you at a hard and fast pace, the sound of your skin hitting off each other, kai placed one hand on your throat pulling you up so your back was against his chest.

The new position making him go deeper, "I'm the only one who can fuck you like this" he grunted between his thrusts "fuck kai" you panted "you want to act like a slut then you'll get treated like one" he hissed.

His hold on your throat tightening, not to fully choke you but to give you a thrill, you let out a string of moans and sighs, as kai pounded into your cunt.

"Your mine, got that no one else's" he barked, your hands pulling his blue faded locks "kai I'm close" you sighed bouncing on his dick meeting his thrusts.

"Cum for me" the second he told you to cum you let go, a cry of pleasure shooting through you as you came over his cock, triggering kais own orgasm coating your walls as he sloppily thrust into you riding out your highs.

You were limp against his chest, sore from his thrusts, you knew that your legs will be bruised in the morning, you didn't care, kai pulled out of you, placing you down on the bed.

Falling next to you, both exhausted "come here" he said you scooted closer to him so your head laid on his chest, something that was rare for kai but you adored these moments were kai's soft side shows, like the kai you remember from college.

"I love you" you whispered with half closed eyes, grin on your face, looking up at your boyfriend "I love you too" he replied pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

[kit-walk3r]

Summer Lovin’ (Jimmy Darling x fem!reader)

It’s 1950, a new freak show in town and you’re about to have the best summer of your life.

Warnings: sex references (nothing explicit)

It was 1950 when you met Jimmy Darling. Fraulein Elsa’s Cabinet of Curiosities, a travelling freak show, had just arrived in town, causing quite the scandal. Everyone was talking about it; some were excited to see what freaks the show had to offer, others disgusted by the thought of those different from themselves inhabiting ‘their’ town for a few months. You liked to think you were more open minded than a lot of the older folk, so saw no problem in welcoming the freaks.

You met Jimmy outside the grocery store. You were just leaving when the bottom of the brown paper bag broke, sending your groceries to the floor. You groaned, bending down to pick up your now discarded food, luckily it was mostly cans so nothing was squashed or crushed. However, they were a nightmare to pick up and you were attempting to pile the tins in your arms when two gloved hands reached out and picked the remaining cans off the ground. You looked up, ready to thank the kind stranger who helped, when you came face to face with a handsome face. Tanned skin from days in the sun, dark brown, almost black, eyes with almost a twinkle in them and curls of brown hair.

“Oh, hi,” you awkwardly greeted the stranger. “Uh, thank you.”

The handsome stranger grinned. “No problem, ma’am,” your eyes cast downward, cheeks blushing slightly. “Do you need help taking them to your car?”

You shyly nodded, motioning to a small, tan car not too far away. “It’s that one.”

The man nodded and the two of you made your way over to your car. You opened the trunk and put the cans you were holding inside before moving so he could do the same.

“Thank you,” you said again, closing the trunk before looking back at him with a grateful smile. “Not many people would have helped.”

“Just doing what any gentleman should,” The stranger shrugged as if it were no big deal, even though it was to you. “Should never leave a pretty lady in trouble.”

You blushed again at ‘pretty lady’.

“As a real ‘thank you’ you could come pay us a visit,” he handed you one of the flyers he had tucked under his arm. You accepted it and took a quick look. Fraulein Elsa’s Cabinet of Curiosities. Ah, so the stranger was a part of the freak show. “Tell them Jimmy sent you.”

Jimmy.

You nodded and tucked the flyer away in your purse. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Jimmy grinned. “Great. Hope to see you there,” he sent you a wink and just like that was on his way.

It was after Jimmy had gone when you realised the fast beating of your heart and intense flush of your cheeks. You internally cringed, hoping Jimmy didn’t notice how flustered he made you.

- - -

“Why exactly are we here?” Your friend Ruth asked as you both made your way towards the freak show the following night.

“I thought it would be fun,” you shrugged innocently. You hadn’t told your friend about your encounter with Jimmy and how he’d invited you along.

“But it’s just a bunch of weirdos,” Ruth argued, grimacing at one of the posters featuring someone called the ‘Illustrated Seal’.

“They’re not that bad,” you defended. “It’s just a couple of hours, what harm can it do?”

You noticed the lack of people as the two of you approached the ticket booth. Sat there was a very tall woman, just sitting down was your own height. “Two tickets, please,” you said politely. You thought for a moment before quietly adding “Jimmy sent me.”

The woman in the booth smirked as she handed over two tickets. “One of Jimmy’s girls, huh?” She chuckled quietly to herself. You blushed lightly and handed over the money. “Enjoy the show.”

You hoped Ruth hadn’t paid attention to your exchange but as soon as you left the booth she turned to you with an intrigued yet amused face. “Jimmy sent you?” She raised an eyebrow. “Who the hell is Jimmy?”

“Just some guy that I met at the grocery store,” you answered truthfully. “He invited me to come see the show. I could hardly say no after he helped me take my things to my car when my bag broke.”

Ruth had definitely noticed how red your cheeks got when you spoke about Jimmy. “And are you hoping to see Jimmy tonight?” She emphasised his name as she teased.

“Why do you keep saying his name like that?” You rolled your eyes. “Anyway, I’m just saying thank you. But honestly? It looks like we’re the ones doing them a favour,” you looked around the quiet fairground. There were the odd few people but it was still quiet considering it was only fifteen minutes until showtime. “It’s so quiet.”

“I’m not surprised,” Ruth shrugged. “A freak show isn’t the most appealing place to spend a Friday night.” Her tone turned bitter at the end.

“Will you stop complaining?” You rolled your eyes. “It’s just a couple of hours!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ruth muttered. “Let’s just go sit down.”

There were a few more people in the tent, but not enough to qualify for a full house when combined with the people waiting outside. It was a shame really, since you knew this probably how they made a living, selling tickets. But Ruth was sort of right, for most people a freak show wouldn’t be the most appealing place to visit and, as welcoming as you were to the freaks, you wondered if you would have actually bothered attending if Jimmy hadn’t invited you.

You and Ruth took a seat in the third row and waited for the show to start. Once it began you found that you were genuinely enthralled by it, and wondered how these people were so hated. They were all entertaining and charismatic, and you especially loved Ma Petite.

Then it was Jimmy’s turn to perform. Even though you knew Jimmy worked for the freak show it never occurred to you that he was a performer, since he looked fairly normal, but as he walked out on that stage and you saw his hands it all made sense. You remembered the black gloves he was wearing when you met, and realised that they were just a disguise to try and cover up his unusual hands. A pang of sadness hit you at the thought of Jimmy having to cover a part of himself up to try and fit into society. He shouldn’t have to do that.

When Jimmy’s name was announced you saw Ruth perk up, obviously intrigued to see the mysterious guy who invited you to the freak show and had you blushing badly. She nudged you playfully when she saw his face in a clear sense of ‘approval’, but as soon as she caught sight of his hands her grin dropped and her eyes kept flickering between them and you. Now that approval was gone, and all you got now was a sense of disgust.

Your mind was on Jimmy for the remainder of the performance, barely even acknowledging the other performers. He was just as handsome as you remembered, making you blush even more. How was it that a guy you’d spoken to once had this much of an affect on you?

Once the show was over you gave the freaks a standing ovation and round of applause before leaving the tent with Ruth. “So that was Jimmy?” She said, unimpressed.

You hummed in response.

“You never said he had freaky hands,” Ruth grimaced. “He might have one hell of a face but I wouldn’t want those hands anywhere near me, they’re horrifying.”

You scowled. “They’re not horrifying,” you defended, unhappy with how Ruth was talking about Jimmy. “And anyway, I didn’t know. He was wearing gloves when I met him.”

“Of course,” Ruth said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “Hid the freak part of himself to flirt with you and sell you a ticket and once he had your money he flaunted it. The guy was clearly leading you on.”

“No he wasn’t, it was nothing like that,” you groaned. “He just helped me with my groceries, that’s all.”

“Face it, Y/N, that guy had no interest in you, you’re just another ticket sale to him,” Ruth said matter of factly. She opened her mouth to continue speaking when she was cut off by a voice.

“Hello, ladies,” You both spun around to see Jimmy standing behind you, an innocent look on his face as if he hadn’t just been eavesdropping on your conversation. “Enjoy the show?”

You smiled whilst Ruth flushed with embarrassment. “Very much,” you nodded. “It was wonderful.”

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Jimmy grinned. His eyes briefly flickered to Ruth, who was completely silent, before returning to you. “I’m so happy you turned up.”

“Really?” Your cheeks turned pink, and Ruth rolled her eyes at Jimmy’s obvious flirting technique.

“Of course,” Jimmy said. “It’s always encouraging when you’ve got a pretty lady watching you.”

“Well, thank you for inviting me,” you smiled shyly. Ruth was still silent, but also still clearly judging the conversation.

“If you’re not doing anything right now would you maybe wanna take a walk?” Jimmy asked and your eyes widened slightly at his forward request. You weren't expecting him to outright ask you out, you weren't expecting anything from him. “If it’s okay with your friend here, of course,”

You looked back at Ruth with a pleading look in your eye, silently begging her to let you go with him. Ruth sighed. “Fine,” she muttered. “Go ahead.”

You grinned and gave her a hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said. “Get home safe!” You said your goodbyes and watched as Ruth walked away, alone, before turning back to Jimmy.

“Wanna lead the way?” You asked. Jimmy nodded, extending his arm with a cheeky grin. You smiled back and linked your arm with his and the two of you began to walk away from the freak show and down a soft path leading towards some trees.

“It really was a great show,” you said.

“Thank you,” the gratitude was evident in Jimmy’s voice. “We all try our best.”

“Well your best is great,” you responded. There was quiet for a while before you spoke up again. “How long have you been in the freak show?” You asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I’ve been travelling as long as I can remember,” Jimmy explained. “My mom- the bearded lady- and I moved between a lot of shows when I was little, some good, some bad. We’ve been in this one for a while now, though. It actually feels like a family.”

You smiled at Jimmy’s response, genuinely interested in his life in the freak show. “That’s great, that you’re all a family,” you said softly.

“It is,” Jimmy agreed. “We’ve always got each other’s backs.” The two of you continued walking. “What about you, doll?” He asked, and as usual you blushed at the nickname.

“There’s not much to tell,” you shrugged. “I’m twenty-one, I’m an only child and I still live at home with my parents and I have a part time job as a secretary at some office, nothing interesting. Guess I’m pretty boring.” You felt embarrassed. Jimmy was living a life travelling the country, entertaining people with a group of people he could call his family whereas you cooked for your parents and answered phone calls for a living. You were pretty dull.

“Are you kidding? There’s nothing boring about that,” Jimmy defended you, nudging your shoulder in an attempt at cheering you up. “The mundane life is the best life.”

Jimmy’s support and optimism made you feel warm inside and you smiled softly at his support.

Your walk continued in a comfortable silence, the two of you just enjoying each other’s company as the sun reached its final moments of sunset. You could see the illumination of fireflies start to appear and you marvelled at their beauty.

You looked down at yours and Jimmy’s linked arms before stopping walking and pulling your arm out of his. A flash of confusion crossed Jimmy’s face, accompanied by a brief look of… hurt? As if he thought you were rejecting him. Instead, you did the opposite and grasped his hand with yours. The skin of his hands was rough and obviously it wasn’t the easiest to interlock your fingers but he was warm, and there was something about this that just felt right.

Jimmy’s eyes widened with shock slightly and your actions and he stared at your interlocked hands. He’d been with a number of girls in his twenty two years, but none of them had so freely embraced his hands in a manner that wasn’t for sexual gratification. Your hands were soft and warm and felt so delicate underneath his own. This feeling was new, and it felt nice.

Jimmy looked up from your joined hands to your face and saw your gentle smile and warm eyes. He found that he couldn’t stop himself and he leaned down to kiss you.

It was very brief, practically a peck, and you had no time to respond before Jimmy pulled back, looking almost ashamed. “I’m sorry,” he apologised, letting go of your hand and running it through his hair nervously. He looked awkward, as if he was going to run away at any moment and nothing like the confident, flirtatious guy you met at the grocery store. You found this endearing, however, and to put him out of his misery you used your now free hands to pull Jimmy back in for a much deeper kiss, which he responded to almost immediately.

Jimmy’s lips were soft under yours, a lot softer than you would have thought. His hands that were now around your waist held you gently, as if he was trying not to break you, and you could feel the heat radiating from his touch through the fabric of your dress. This kiss felt heavenly, and you couldn’t stop yourself from deepening it a little more. You didn’t want it to end.

Eventually, Jimmy pulled back, panting as he regained his breath. He grinned, and you couldn’t help mirror it, filled with excitement. “Damn, you sure know how to kiss,” Jimmy chuckled, and your only response was to pull him down for another one.

Your moment continued for a few seconds longer before Jimmy pulled back again. “As much as I’m enjoying this,” he said with a cheeky grin before leaning down so that his mouth was level with your ear, “and, believe me, I am,” you shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath against your skin and pouted when he pulled back. “It’s dark and I don’t know about you, doll, but I’d much rather be able to see you.”

You nodded in agreement. Thanks to the fireflies and lights in the distance you could see some parts of Jimmy, but the rest was concealed by darkness.

“You wanna take this back to my trailer?” Jimmy asked hopefully.

You nodded.

- - -

A couple of hours later and yours and Jimmy’s activities had finally slowed down. After stumbling your way back to the fairground (with the occasional pit stop for some more fooling around since the two of you couldn’t let each other go) you finally made it back to Jimmy’s trailer. There was a slight awkwardness at first but it didn’t take long for the lip-locking to continue, and soon after layers of clothes were coming off and Jimmy was showing you what his hands could really do. It was an intense, overwhelming experience and as the two of you lay side by side, catching your breaths, you were starting to come down from your high.

Besides the sound of your laboured breaths there was a comfortable silence in the trailer, neither of you feeling the need to talk as you recovered. Instead, Jimmy just wrapped an arm around you and you snuggled in closer to him, resting your head on his bare chest as you traced random patterns onto his skin with your finger. The silence continued, and you could have stayed in that moment forever… until you saw the clock and realised what time it was.

“Oh, shit!” You shot up, disturbing Jimmy who you realised was drifting off to sleep. You got up from the makeshift bed and grabbed your clothes that were scattered all over the floor before quickly attempting to redress in a way that made you look presentable.

“Where you going in such a hurry, baby?” Jimmy mumbled as he sat up and watched you put your clothes back on. You barely registered that he called you ‘baby’, too panicked about being late home.

“I need to get home,” you tried to explain as you pulled up your tights, internally groaning when you noticed a large pull in them. You hoped your mother wouldn’t notice. “I’m late and my parents will be worried sick.”

“You’re twenty one,” Jimmy pointed out as he pulled on his own underwear, followed by his wife beater. “Can’t you make your own rules?”

You shook your head. “Not whilst I live with my parents. Their house, their rules,” you attempted to zip up the back of your dress but struggled. “Could you zip me up?”

Jimmy nodded and came over to you. He brushed your hair over your shoulder before gently zipping up the fabric. You shivered as his fingers grazed the skin of your back and a soft sigh escaped you when you felt his lips ghost against the side of your neck, just beneath your ear.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” He murmured, and it took all of your self-restraint to say no.

“I can’t,” you turned around so you were face to face with Jimmy and you gently rested your hands on his chest. “My parents would call the police or send out a search party. It would be a nightmare.”

“Well, can I at least see you again?” Jimmy asked before kissing you once more. You responded just for a moment before pulling back, knowing that if you continued for just a second longer you would not be leaving this trailer until the morning.

“If you want to,” you shrugged innocently.

Jimmy grinned, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist. “Oh, I want to,” he pulled you closer towards him and slowly pressed a few light kisses to your neck. He was really making it hard for you to leave.

“Jimmy I really have to go,” you insisted and Jimmy groaned as he pulled back.

“Let me drive you back at least?” Jimmy offered and you nodded, remembering the motorcycle parked not too far away.

You watched as Jimmy pulled on the rest of his clothes and wondered how you had gotten so lucky.

- - -

For the rest of the summer the freak show was in town you and Jimmy frequently met up. Early on the two of you agreed that this would be just a summer fling, both aware that Jimmy wouldn’t be around forever as the show was set to move on to another state. You made sure to make the most of the time you had though, so Jimmy often took you out for picnics and such as well as back to his trailer.

You’d informed Ruth about the little arrangement you had with Jimmy and, after asking for the sordid details (especially about his hands), she agreed to cover for you for your parents, allowing you to spend nights with Jimmy instead of having to rush back home for a certain hour. However, this did make for an awkward first meeting with Jimmy’s mother when she didn’t knock before coming into his trailer one morning. It was awful and you were certain Ethel hated you, but she always made sure that there was a plate of breakfast saved for you in the mornings you were over. It turned out she was very welcoming of you, as were all the freaks, and you realised that this really was a family.

Of course it was hard when Jimmy finally had to go, but you’d been preparing for it so was ready for the goodbye. You parted on good terms, there were no tears or sobs. Just a hug, a kiss on the cheek from Jimmy and a reminder from you that if Jimmy were ever in town again to come find you. Then he and the rest of the freaks left, and you moved on with your life.

- - -

Two years later you were leaving work when you noticed a familiar figure standing outside the building. You grinned at Jimmy, who was smiling straight at you, and you hurried towards him. You noticed his now wooden hands but didn’t mention it and instead pulled him into a tight hug.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as you pulled back. You’d not heard anything about the freak show being back in town.

Jimmy simply said: “You said to come find you.”

•———•

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[dirtyahs]

Future Mrs. (Rory Monahan x Reader)

hi guys!! this one was requested by @cheerocracyx

I love u girl i hope you enjoy this story!!

Prompts: “Is that my shirt you’re wearing?” + “You’re so pretty.” + “Mine. Only mine.”

Word count: 2,634

Warnings: very slight power play, unprotected sex, i think thats it??

You couldn't help but smile when you caught a glimpse of your ring glittering in the lights of your makeup table, looking down at your hand. You were the future Mrs. Monahan. Rory had proposed about a month ago. It was amazing, he had taken you on a surprise vacation to Hawaii for a whole week, and one night when he had scheduled a private beach dinner for you two, that's when he proposed, right at sunset. It looked like something straight out of one of his movies. His acting career had really taken off in the last several months, and he'd been enjoying spoiling you since. 

Tonight was the premier for "My Roanoke Nightmare," and although Rory had offered to find you a whole styling team, you politely turned down his offer. There was something therapeutic about spending the day doing your hair and makeup by yourself. Although you did let him pick out your dress - frankly, you still weren't exactly sure how to dress for these sorts of things. 

Your eyes returned to your mirror, sliding your flat iron down a piece of your hair, mouthing along to the song you had playing through your speakers. "Hi baby," You heard Rory's voice enter the room, looking at him in your mirror. "Hey! Is that my shirt you're wearing?" He flashed you a toothy grin, and you nodded. You had stolen one of his white and blue baseball shirts and tied it at your waist to fit you, nothing on your legs besides a white thong hugging your hips tightly.

"You put a ring on my finger! That was you silently also handing away all of your clothes." You grinned, spraying your hair with some hairspray, finally finished flat ironing it. Rory walked up behind your chair, hands meeting your shoulders, rubbing them lovingly. "How are you feeling about tonight?" You asked, watching his face in the mirror, each of you illuminated perfectly from the bright lights. 

"I can't wait." He grinned. "Mostly because I finally get to brag to the world that I'm getting married!" He brought his hand up and wiggled his fingers to show off the silver band on his finger. You couldn't help but giggle, making him lean down and press happy kisses all along your cheek. "You're so lucky I haven't done my makeup yet!" You squealed, laughing as his lips tickled you. His kisses slowed and he smiled against your cheek. "Why? I'm going to ruin it later tonight anyways." His tone was cocky and playful, and your cheeks went red. "Excuse me, Mr. Monahan, are you flirting with me?" You teased, reaching one arm up to brush his cheek lightly.

"Maybe I am, but don't tell my fiancee." He winked at you, kissing the top of your head with a smile. "I'll let you finish getting ready. We have to leave by 6:00!" He grinned and you nodded, pressing play on your phone once again when he left. He still gave you butterflies.

A few more hours had passed and you were slipping into your dress. It was dark red, the fabric cinching in at the waist, thin straps, and fairly low cut. It had small maroon glittering studs covering every inch. Rory had been talking about how excited he was to see you in it since the day he had surprised you with it. Your hair was done, long eyelashes were on, and your lips were painted with your favorite nude. You slipped into your tall black heels, looking at yourself in the mirror with a smile. You felt so incredibly confident, and honestly couldn't wait to see all the pictures of you and your soon to be husband on social media. You stepped out of your walk in closet to see Rory looking in his own mirror, straightening out his matching maroon bow tie, his jaw almost visibly dropping when he saw you walk out. "Holy shit!" He turned around to face you, taking a few steps towards you before snaking his arms around your waist. Your cheeks got hot. "(Y/N...)" He started, "You look absolutely amazing." His eyes kept on scanning you up and down. "You're so pretty." He whispered, pressing his lips into yours, pulling your body tighter against his own. He deepened your kiss, forcing a chill down your spine. "Rory, if you keep kissing me like that then we're not going anywhere." You teased him, running your thumb along his cheek, making him smile. "Okay then, let's go." He beamed, "Our car is waiting."

You couldn't manage to wipe the smile off of your face as Rory's hand was wrapped around your waist and you had cameras flashing for you two in every single direction. Every chance Rory had to announce you as his fiancee, he definitely did. Always grabbing your hand to show off the stunning diamond on your finger, pressing a kiss into your cheek. "So, (Y/N), how do you feel about Rory being so close with Ms. Audrey Tindall?" One interviewer asked, raising an eyebrow. Rory had talked to you about this - they'll try to stir up drama for more views. Don't fall for it. "Oh, I love Audrey! I'm so glad that Rory gets along with his cast mates." You grinned, seeing Rory do the same out of the corner of your eye. "It doesn't bother you that she's been named as a flirt?" They kept pressing, you never let your smile falter.

"Flirting is just flirting. I trust Rory with my life and Audrey is such a sweetheart." You stated, "It's been a pleasure." And with that, you grabbed Rory's hand and pulled yourself out of the situation, making your way further down the red carpet. "Your answers were perfect baby." He whispered in your ear, giving your hand a squeeze. You'd hadn't even met Audrey yet. And you'd never heard of her being a flirt on set. But even if she was, your answer was honest; you trusted Rory implicitly. That interview had marked the end of the picture taking red carpet stuff, it was time for the actual event. You were sat at a table with the rest of the cast, finally meeting Audrey in person - you two clicked immediately. She couldn't help but laugh when you told her about the interviewer, "Yeah, they'll try to stir up drama wherever they can. I'm sure Rory told you that, though." She grinned between the two of you. The premier went by quickly, it was mostly just chatting with whoever was at your table, a short trailer for the series, and listening to the directors talk up on stage with the cast and crew behind them. The whole time you were unable to take your eyes off of your fiance. He looked amazing - that goofy little smile on his face, he looked like he was glowing. 

You were sure that you screamed the loudest at every glimpse of his character - you were going to have to tease him about his powdered wig get up when you got home. Soon enough the premier was over, and Rory linked your arm around his, walking you two back out to your car. He'd turned down all the after party offers. 

"We can go out tonight," You looked up at him, "Don't feel obligated to go home just because I'm a little tired." You said, giving his hand a squeeze. "It's not about you, babe. I can't stand looking at you and not being able to rip this dress off." He whispered against your ear, planting a secret kiss on your neck just below your ear, making you shudder in response. He helped you into your car, smiling at you as you two began the drive home.

"Home sweet home." Rory sighed when you two walked through the large front doors. It wasn't long before his hands were wrapped around your hips, pressing you tightly against the doors he had just locked. "I can't explain to you how fuckin' beautiful you look." He said quietly, pressing his lips to yours as if his life depended on it. His hands held you tightly through the soft fabric of your dress as he kissed you hungrily. You tilted your chin up, silently telling him how badly you needed him. His lips traveled to your neck, gliding along it softly, moving to bite at your earlobe. He smirked and turned so you had him against the door. "Let's go upstairs." You smirked at him, kissing him once before kicking your heels off and stepping up the stairs, Rory following close behind, giving your ass a playful smack.

You two made it to the bedroom in record time, accidentally slamming the door behind you. Instantly, your hands were all over each other, you worked at the buttons of his shirt as he pulled at the zipper of your dress, kicking all your clothes to the corner of the room until you two were each left in your underwear. You pushed your hands against his chest, forcing him to fall back onto the bed, immediately crawling over his lap. The excitedness had worn off and you two were both equally desperate for each other. You tangled a hand in his red hair and tugged it back, pressing your lips firmly against his neck, grinding into his growing length that rested between your thighs. He moaned loudly as you sucked a hickey into his neck, knowing you would get shit for it later. But that didn't matter right now. 

You could feel his breath getting more and more shallow as you kissed along his neck and down to his chest, moving down his stomach to play with the waistband of his boxers, ever so slowly sliding them down your legs, making him squirm with desperation. It was a fun little power exchange you two had going on in the bedroom. You threw his boxers to the pile of the rest of your clothes, looking up at him from between his legs, dragging your tongue from the base to the tip of his cock, watching him throw his head back and let out a satisfied groan. 

"I've been waiting for this all night baby girl, don't tease me." He sounded breathless and it only turned you on more to know how badly he needed you. "Mm, or what?" You teased, swirling your tongue around the tip, nails scratching down his stomach. Something about making him feel submissive was such a big turn on for you. He was so dominant and bold in every day life, it was nice to see him let go once in awhile. "Please..." He whimpered, hands moving to hold your hair into a pony tail, getting a good look at your face as you smiled, slowly taking his length into your mouth, teasingly beginning to bob your head up and down over him. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, a few obscenities falling from his lips mixed with quiet praise to you.

"Good girl..." He hissed, thrusting his hips upwards a bit, "You make me feel so good..." His voice was raspy and he picked up his pace, his cock sliding down your throat effortlessly, his moans unrestrained. You let him control your speed for awhile before he pulled you up by your makeshift pony tail, smiling when he heard you gasping now you could finally breathe freely. He leaned up and pushed you onto your back now, taking no time to push your legs up to your chest and holding them there, moving between your thighs and brushing your clit with his tongue - just once. "Hey, you don't get to tease me now." You whined, closing your eyes. He kissed your thighs a few times before returning to your clit - he could never make you beg for very long. He got off on making you feel good. You gasped when he began batting his tongue over your clit quickly, squeezing your legs he still held in place. "Fuck..." You moaned, only encouraging him to go faster. Much sooner than usual, you felt yourself getting close, his tongue working expertly against the little bundle of nerves. 

"Rory I'm gonna-" You mewled, legs twitching involuntarily. You felt him smile slightly against you, moving your legs so they were resting over his shoulders. He didn't slow down though, he only moved harder and faster, desperate to make you cum. And you did, quickly. You arched your back, hands seeking for something to hold on to as that tight coil in your stomach finally burst, making you cry out in ecstasy. Rory helped you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you were breathless and shaking. He leaned up from between your thighs, that cocky little smile spread across his lips. You couldn't let him stay this cocky though, so before you were even done coming down from your high, you shoved him onto his back, taking his jaw in your hand and straddling his hips. You ground your soaked pussy against his length, quickly forcing his cocky smirk away. You ghosted your lips over his, almost kissing him but not allowing it, making him audibly whimper before leaning up right. You grabbed the base of his cock, holding it steady as you slid down his length, the two of you moaning in unison. Rory's hands tried to move to your hips but you stopped him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down next to his head. "Don't touch." You hissed, holding him tightly as you began bouncing your hips against his. You knew he could easily over power you, but he loved being dominated as much as you loved doing it. You picked up your pace, riding him quickly. The room was filled with his loud, needy moaning and the sound of your skin hitting his. You were riding him as deep as you could, watching his face twist with pleasure. "How's that pussy feel baby?" You growled, watching as his eyes met yours, jaw hanging open.

"You're so amazing...you feel perfect." He hummed, fists clenching as he got closer and closer.

"Cum inside me." You commanded him, now riding him as quickly as you could, each of you breathing hard. All he did was stare at you with a mix of shock and desperation.

"Did I stutter? I said cum inside me."

You finally released his wrists and leaned back a bit, grinding circles against his hips as he bottomed out inside of you. With this, you felt him finish, his hands attaching to your ass, groping at it roughly as he came inside of you, filling you up, making you moan from the sensation. You two looked at each other, chests heaving. You smiled when he pulled you down on top of him, chests pressing together. One hand came up to play with your hair, sitting in silence for a few minutes as each of you calmed down a bit. You felt him turn his head and you looked up to meet his eyes.

"What, why are you looking at me like that?" You smiled, his eyes looked happy.

"You're going to be my wife in a few months. I just love you so much." He kissed your forehead and pulled you down once again to snuggle into his neck. You felt his breath get even, and yours did too, moments away from sleeping when you heard his sleepy voice, quiet against your hair.

"Mine. Only mine."

And you smiled, cuddling closer into him, his hands tightening around your body. How you got so lucky to end up with him, you weren't sure, but you thanked whatever God there may be for him every day. A few more months and you were going to be Mrs. Monahan.