#they are so fucking gorgeous and handsome

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price photographed for The Tingler (1959)

[the-froschamethyst4]

She is My One and All

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Price x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, language, kissing, praising, children, married couple, use of John, overprotective, smoking,

𖤐Summary: I mean can you blame him? You carried his children for 9 months and you are so perfect, of course the man is going to be whipped for his wife

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7:00PM

Getting ready for the Military Ball, Y/n was just putting in her earrings and was doing the last bit of her makeup, John was downstairs talking with his mother on not to give Beau and Iris candy after a certain time, almost like the gremlins.

"My love, are you almost done?" John came into the master bedroom and coming around the corner to the big bathroom, he shared with her.

"Almost," she says, John stops in the doorway and looks at his wife, mesmerized by how she looks in her silk white dress. She then peaks at him through the mirror. "What is it?" She asked.

"Nothing...you just look beautiful," he says.

"Thank you," she puts her brush down and walks to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his lips. "You look very handsome," she says, messing with the collar of his shirt and rolling the tie in her right hand.

"I try," he smirks.

"Mum, do you have to go?" Beau came into the bedroom.

"Yes, baby, I do, you'll have fun with grandma, you always do, what's wrong this time?" She asked.

"I just don't want you to go."

"What about me?" John looks at his son kind of offended.

"You'll be fine, you have friends there."

John just shakes his head at his son and rolls his eyes. "Whatever," John said, he placed his hand on Y/n's hip and looks at her. "You ready now?"

"Yes, come on," she grabs her purse and John grabs his keys. They told their kids goodbye, to behave, and go to bed on time, and they'll be home later tonight.

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7:30PM

John opened the car door and helped Y/n out, she linked her hand through John's arm as they walked up to huge mansion. Y/n looks at the white marble, it was gorgeous but it wasn't drawing John's attention, his eyes were only on Y/n.

"Price!" Both John and Y/n looked to see where the voice came from and it was Kyle, he waved to both of them.

"You go on ahead, I'm gonna go find a drink," Y/n tells him.

"You are?"

"Yep," she kisses his cheek. "Go talk with them, you haven't seen them in a year, go on."

Y/n walked to the bar and had asked for a mai tai, she takes a few sips as then someone had approached her, she ignored them at first cause she knew it wasn't her husband.

"Hey," the guy said, she moves her eyes to look out of her peripheral.

"Hi," she gives him a short response.

"I see you're alone? You here with a friend, or where you part of-"

"I wasn't part of the military and I'm here with my husband," Y/n cuts the guy off. "And who are you?"

"I'm Jake Herron-well...Sargent Jake Herron," he sounds cocky, full of himself, an asshole. "I'm here alone." He adds in like that was suppose to mean anything to Y/n.

"Again, my husband," she repeats, she picks up her drink and starts moving to where the last time she saw John.

"Hey wait!" Jake grabs Y/n's wrist.

"Let go," Y/n says, trying to yank her wrist away, but Jake held a good grip on her.

"No, wait, just talk to me, give me a chance-"

"I'm sorry did you not hear me, the first time? I have a husband, I am very much NOT INTERESTED IN YOU!" She yanks her wrist, getting it freed and she slightly falls back but was caught.

"The fuck is going on?" John says, his voice deep and serious as his focus was on Jake because he knows he's the one who started it.

"Captain...I...I umm~"

"I'm pretty sure, my wife told you she is married, so get your ass moving," some of the people that were around all glared at Jake and started moving towards Jake, not touching him but instead puffing out their chests in a way and pushing him out that way.

"What was that about?" John asked, holding Y/n close to him.

"I don't know, I've never experienced that before," she says.

"And you won't again, not while I'm here," he says.

"Y/N!!" Kyle yells hugging her.

"See you're turning heads, Y/n," Simon says.

"I don't want to be," she said.

"You want a cigar?" Johnny asked Y/n, offering her one of his big cigars.

"Oh, no thank you, Johnny," Y/n politely declines as John takes one and lights it. Both Johnny, Simon and John were smoking each a cigar, while Kyle and Y/n just stood to the side listening to the guys speak.

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8:30PM

Kyle and Y/n had walked to these couches sitting in the middle of the room while John was still with Johnny and Simon outside smoking, but John wasn't focused on the conversation anymore but was focused on his wife.

Y/n's head was resting on her hand that made a fist, she reached out and placed her hand on Kyle's hand to agree with him, her smile was bright, brighter then this Heavens Gate white lighting in this mansion.

John trusted his friends, so he isn't going to storm to Kyle and yank him off that couch and possibly chuck him out of the mansion.

"Price, you listening?" Simon says.

"Hello?" Johnny then says.

"Sorry, no, I wasn't, what were we talking about?" John said to them both.

"Never mind, you were looking at her the whole time," Simon said.

"Sorry," John says, turning and looking at her again.

"You are so fucking whipped for her," Johnny laughs and Simon chuckles.

"Of course I am...she carried my children for 9 months, and she is the woman I've been asking for my whole life...I'm fucking lucky to even have her in my life."

"Whipped," Simon says.

"You both have wives, you're not like this?" John asked.

"Oh no we are," Johnny says.

"Mine drives me absolutely mad," Simon says, putting his head back but held a smirk on his face, if you catch his drift.

"You could say that again."

"Whipped," John then says.

"John." Y/n walks up to her husband. "I think I'm ready to go." And with that sentence, John and Y/n both said their goodbyes to John's friends and headed back home for the night.

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9:10PM

Y/n had opened the front door, John comes in behind her and before Y/n could bend down to take off her heels, John had beat her to it, lifting her foot out of the heel and placing her foot on the ground and doing the same with the other foot.

"Mum?" John calls out. He removes his jacket and Y/n walked further into the living room.

"John," she whispers. Looking over the couch there was John's mom on the couch with Beau snuggled to her left, Iris on her right and a children's book that fell on their grandma's chest. All three passed out.

"So cute," Y/n says. She picks up Iris and John picked up Beau.

John watches Y/n tuck Iris into bed and hearing a yawn they turned and saw John's mom.

"Well, good morning sleeping beauty." John jokes with her and earned a smack on his shoulder.

"You two are back early."

"Someone wanted to leave," John says.

"I just wanted to get back home," Y/n says, walking to the door and shutting it behind her. "Thank you for watching them."

"Of course, and I'll keep doing it too, they are such sweethearts."

"Well, they have a good mother." John says.

"And they have a good father," Y/n smiles up at him.

"You both are perfect."

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John had escorted his mom to her car and waved her goodbye as Y/n was inside getting her pajamas on ready for bed.

"Mum says bye, by the way."

"I wish I was done there, but I'm so tired."

"She understands, you're a mother, and you just got back from a party basically," he says, as he starts getting his pajamas on.

John sits on the bed and gets under the covers, and cuddles close to Y/n.

"Did you have fun?"

"I did."

"What did you and Kyle talk about?"

"The good old days with you two being in the military, funny moments, stuff like that," she shrugs her shoulders.

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Waking up the next morning, John was getting ready for his morning routine run, he was downstairs when he sees Iris come down.

"Hi, baby."

"Daddy, where's mama?"

"Still in bed."

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Out for a run like usual."

"Can I come?"

"Not today, baby."

"Morning," Y/n says, yawning and coming down the stairs, Iris runs towards Y/n and she picks her up.

John looks at Y/n who was in one of his shirts and some shorts. Y/n then walks to him and stood on her tippy toes and kissed his lips.

"Be safe."

"I will."

"Daddy are you going to bring me back a pretty rock?"

"You know I will." John always did a few laps around a nearby park and always collected the prettiest rocks for Iris, he usually brought back 2 or 3...maybe 4 if he's lucky.

"Bye, I'll be back, soon," he smiles.

"Bye, say bye, Iris."

"Bye, daddy."

[lilithrosexoxo]

Fated Mates Ch. 1 Zing

Your mother takes the time to pin up your hair into an elaborate updo while your maidens pull your corset tight. “But Mother at this point I don’t even have a fated mate; the lunar goddess overlooked me”, you say with a dejected sigh.

You hate to think that way but how else are you supposed to feel? Most people meet their fated mates in their late teens or early 20s but here you are an unmated omega at 28 and not only an unmated omega but a prime omega. Your mother has always described meeting a fated mate would feel like a zing in your soul and you’ve never even felt so much as a spark with any alpha or beta. It honestly left you feeling heartbroken, lonely, and feeling like something was wrong with you. Did you not deserve love? Did you not deserve a kind loving alpha to make you feel safe? Would all of your heats always be torturous due to not feeling any satisfaction from any toy no matter how big. It just couldn’t compare to a real alphas knot. You feel tears start to well up in your eyes as you think of spending the rest of your life alone. Just the thought of spending every night by your lonesome in your nest made your heart ache. Or worst of all what if you were never able to start a pack of your own? You’ve always dreamed of having pups of your own, would you really not be able to become a mother?

“You’re doing that overthinking thing again”, your mother states pulling you out of your spiral, “you never know who you may meet at this ball, there will be a lot of handsome alphas here tonight”, she states like this night will be any different. “Besides we need a suitable alpha to take over the kingdom. All of our babies were omegas and omegas simply can’t rule the kingdom. While I love your siblings mates, none of them give off a good kingly presence and none of them are the mate of a prime omega”, she says with a shake of her head.

You sigh feeling downcast. Tonight will be no different than any other.

She places your tiara on your head and shows you the final results in the mirror and you wince. You hated wearing your crown, it always dug into your scalp. You are taken aback, you look gorgeous. You wear a deep red red off the shoulder gown. Gold and black lined your eyes and your lips were painted a deep blood red. You looked ethereal and prayed to the lunar goddess that tonight would be the night everything changed. You hate to get your hopes up but, maybe your mother was right, tonight would be different.

Your mother and your handmaidens left your room while you finished preparing for the ball. You looked at yourself one more time in the mirror gulping loudly.

“Here goes nothing”, you think to yourself as you go down the corridor leading to the ballroom. You enter the ballroom and feel a tinge of jealousy seeing your siblings dance with their fated mates.

“May I have this dance princess Y/N?”, a beta from his scent with long blonde hair and deep emerald eyes asks as he kneels before you.

Your throat constricts and your heart begins to pound in your chest as your nerves stand on end, “Is this the moment you think you’ve been waiting your entire life for?” you grasp his hand and nothing. You feel yourself fizzle out as yet another dud lands in your lap.

You put on your best fake smile, “I’d be delighted to dance with you”, you say as he takes you to the dance floor.

xoxo

You chug the rest of your ambrose wine as you feel defeated. Alpha and betas flocked to you all night in hopes of becoming the next leader of the Soleil kingdom but each one was a dud. After such disappointment you headed to the balcony to escape it all. You never felt the zing that your mother described. You can’t believe you allowed your mother’s words to get your hopes up. You go to take another chug into your mouth but are all out.

“Goddess damn it all, fuck it!”, you shout as you launch the cup into the garden. You don’t understand what was the point of being born an omega if you weren’t even going to have a fated mate. You feel scorned by the lunar goddess but, at the end of the day you just feel lonely. Tears stream down your face as you look up into the full moon. You begin to pray, “Lunar goddess please hear my plea. If I am meant to be with my fated mate please let them reveal themselves to me!”, you plead silently.

You’re met with silence and a gentle breeze blowing against you.

“Of course, I should’ve known my prayers would continue to go unanswered”, you say as you chuckle darkly. While you’re wallowing you hear a scream coming from the ballroom. You run back, while you may be mateless, one thing you did excel in was combat. With you approaching your 30s and being without a mate your father decided it was best to know how to defend yourself from those who would try to take advantage of a lack of a mate. You spent grueling months training with the knights of the kingdom to be skilled with your hands and swords.

You walked into the ballroom being an absolute bloodbath but it was easy to spot the culprits. It looks like this was an attack by the neighboring kingdom of ice elves. Things have been tense between the two kingdoms and it looks like they drew first blood. You step on something beneath you and look to see a dismembered arm on the ground. Actually now that you look around you see body parts of werewolves and ice elves all over. You pray that your loved ones are safe but, while you’re surveying the area an elf attacks you from behind knocking you into the ground. You quickly raise your hand to defend yourself and feel a sharp pain in your hand as the blade is stopped right above your eye. You quickly feel ice warp around the wound and great the elf has an enchanted sword. If you were one second late your eye would surely be gone, you’re not an alpha so there’s no way you would’ve been able to heal a wound like that. You’re also not nearly as strong as an alpha so you have to use your flexibility to use your legs to wrap around the elf’s neck and squeeze. He lets go of the knife and claws at your legs to no avail. He’s quickly knocked out and you take the sword out your hand with a grunt of pain. While you may be injured at least now you have a weapon.

You get up to see the fight has picked up and the amount of blood on the floor is causing people to slip. You look to see the leader of the holy knights, your best friend, a female alpha named Astrid, being backed into the corner by someone you’re assuming is leading this raid. Her sword lays to the side of the ground just out of reach. You cannot sit back and allow this to happen before your mind is even recognizing what’s going on your body is propelling forward and you are jumping in front of Astrid as the elves blade swings down.

“Y/N no!”, you hear your fathers distraught cry from the other side of the ballroom, him protecting your mother from the onslaught of elves that just keep coming.

You close your eyes preparing for the pain but, it never comes instead you feel electricity zip across your skin almost wait almost like a-

You open your eyes in shock and look at the alpha that’s towering over you while shielding you with his body and dagger.

“Oh my goddess, it’s you”, you say in awe. You can feel the sparks dancing between you two even with his back against you.

“Are you okay?”, a deep voice booms and it sends shivers up your spine.

All of a sudden you hear shouts, “It’s Alpha Sung Jinwoo!”, you hear whoops, hollers, and a few howls.

“It’s Alpha Sung Jinwoo we’re saved!”

“Alpha Sung please look at me”

“Alpha Sung has an army of shadow soldiers. Our numbers are now greater than theirs, now is the time to attack!”

With that there is a renewed sense of battle and the wolves and Jinwoo’s soldiers quickly turn the tide of the battle.

The man in front of you turns, kneels down, and caresses your cheek. Piercing blue eyes meet yours.

ZING!

[macsimagines]

YANDERE!SHINICHIRO SANO ONE NIGHT STAND

ok so here it is. I hope it's ok I'm kinda iffy about it let me know what you all think!! this is worst timeline btw!!!

MINORS DNIWARNINGS: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, ONE NIGHT STAND, SPANKING AND DRINKING

You had no idea what you were even doing with your life. Late at night, in a run down jazz bar, you found yourself sitting on a stool sipping a cocktail all by yourself.

The piano on stage skillfully played a tune that was just pleasant enough for you to feel yourself to start to ease slightly. Maybe the drinks and bar itself weren't anything special, but at least there was music.

"Tastes like shit," a somber voice says to your side. You look over your shoulder and your eyes meet a dark pair. Two onyx eyes that seemed to only reflect abyss.

Maybe on a different day you would have just ignored him, but tonight? You were feeling brave.

"What's wrong with it?" you inquire, suddenly finding the stranger fascinating. Dark eyes, dark hair, dark soul. You think you may have a type.

His eyes barely lift from his glass, a dark liquid swirling with his ice, "It's bitter." He answer plainly. Maybe his monotone response should make you reconsider trying to spark a connection...but something about his voice...

"It's... bourbon, right? You should've gotten a cocktail if you wanted something sweeter," you purr, pushing your own glass toward him, "Wanna taste mine?"

Finally, his eyes fully meet yours and something in the way that they analyze you has a shiver running across your skin. He's handsome, pretty even, and you find yourself feeling just a little hot under his intense stare.

A slow smirk tugs at his lips. There's the slightest hint of amusement in his eyes. Then he's sliding his hand, purposefully brushing your fingertips, and taking the glass from you. Your eyes never break contact as he brings the glass to his lips, his tongue licking at the sugar coated rim first.

You can feel your thighs clench at the erotic image this stranger makes. Something inside of you aching with a sudden need. "Well?" you say, scooting in closer, "Better?"

"Dunno," the man says leaning in closer, "I'm in the mood for somethin' much sweeter." You feel a rough hand come up and firmly squeeze your thigh.

Maybe its the alcohol, the atmosphere, or those gorgeous void like eyes of his, but you find yourself checking into a hotel with that stranger. Yes. Stranger.

His name doesn't matter, what he does for a living or why he's in this part of town. The only thing that matters is how good his hands feel around your throat and inside your aching pussy.

You don't care about all his tattoos or the fact that their was a danger slowly growing in those perfect eyes of his. A strange sort of obsession?

Tonight, you don't fight. When his hand cracks down hard against your ass, you moan and beg for more. When he makes you kiss him and devours every sound you try to make. And not even when he's plunging deep into you and pounding like a man going for broke.

As you start to see stars and get light headed, you allow this man, a man whose name you didn't even care to know, to have his sick and depraved way with you.

"Be my good-girl," he purrs a rough hand coming to wrap around your neck, "Stick out your tongue for me." You end up mindlessly doing as he says, so eager to please. And your pussy clenches and flutters around his thick girth when he meets it with his own.

Shamefully, you're just moaning when you fill him cum inside you, loving the feeling. And finally the man stops his constant praise of 'Good girl, perfect woman, mine so fucking mine,' to look you in the eyes again.

There's something different about them. Almost child like and wide. There is the smallest light in them and through the haze of your orgasm you swear there was something else...

But you're so spent and exhausted that you end up passing out in his arms. You're sure it won't matter in the morning, either one of you will be gone. Right?

You're surprised to find him still sleeping soundly next to you. You can't believe your good luck when you find he was as beautiful as you had remembered him being. The pleasant soreness of your body also told you that the sex hadn't just been the greatest wet dream of your life.

Its a shame you have to go. You two might actually be compatible, but something like that just didn't work out for you. Maybe if things were different... No. You won't let yourself fall for some stranger.

You're trying to get yourself dressed and out the door as quietly as possible but something is grabbing your wrist and pulling you back-! Right into someone's solid chest.

"Quit makin' all th'racket," he slurs, nose rubbing into your neck, "Lay back down with me, baby."

Embarrassment flushes your cheeks and his soft touches remind you of everything from the night before. Fuck you want to stay for another round- or 3 -but you really needed to leave. So you try to push back.

"S-Sorry for waking you. I'll be out in just a second. I'll leave my half of the bill-!"

"You're not fucking going anywhere, Y/N."

Ice quickly runs down your spine. You're very sure you didn't tell him your name. You were supposed to be nameless strangers after all.

You turn to glare at him seeing that he has his phone open. "I had a friend of mine do some diggin' on you after you passed out last night." He tells you calmly. Like he didn't just admit to doing a creepy back ground check on you.

"Let go of me." You demand fighting back harder, "I want to go home!"

This man only smirks from where he sits on the bed his eyes having gone back to being cold and dead. "You brought me back into the light, baby. I'm your home now."

[sasagehoes]

𝗠𝗘? 𝗡𝗔𝗛 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘, 𝗠𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗'𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥… sirius b. x fem!reader

Sirius only chuckled as he focused his eyes at the newly lit stage and pointed you to the man next to him. The crowd boomed as you came out on the stage, the lights bright in shades of green and white. “Attagirl,” he said under his breath.

“Goodnight London!” you greeted loudly into the microphone and the crowd went wild, posters came up in the air with things written in them, ranging from ‘We love you’ to ‘Please Marry Me!!!’. “This show is quite special to us, being so close to home..” you paused and winked at Sirius before continuing  “SO LET’S GET IT GOING YEAH?”

The music blasted on the sound system, the drums and guitars colliding in an electrifying melody, and your voice – your voice made his heart stop, full of energy and passion. As soon as the chorus came in you dropped to your knees at the edge of the edge, inches away form Sirius’s gaze the microphone pressed to your lips

“Dim the lights if you want some action..you and me its animal attraction”

your finger pointed to him and back at you before continuing

“this could be so dirty that it just aint right”

Your free hand felt up your body in ways that had the crowd screaming and Sirius smirking, knowing that all that was for his enjoyment.

“Lucky man you are, lucky man” the guy next to him sighed, palming Sirius’ back all while staring dreamily at the stage. “That I know” his smirk only grew.

Your back was slammed to the back of your lit up vanity, as you hastily took off Sirius' leather jacket off his shoulders “So bloody. Gorgeous. Up there” He said in between hot kisses, you know sat on top of the vanity’ counter while you fingers gripped his raven hair with such fervor that it made him whine “Only for you Siri” you smirked against the kiss. 

His pants were growing uncomfortably tight and you were growing needier by the second, with haste he started undoing his pants as you did with yours, lust in half lidded eyes prominent, when Marlene suddenly bursted in the changing room “THERE’S A PRODUCER LOOKING FOR-us..FUCK!” She quickly paused in front of the both of you, eyes wide in slight disgust and in an instant left the room, shutting the door in the process. “When you guys get ahem.. Decent, please come outside, there's a very important person looking for us in the bar!”

You looked back at a very annoyed Sirius before bursting out laughing. “I'll be back soon handsome” you say as you slip on the faux leather pants, you leave a crimson lip stam on his cheek before whispering in his ear “Then im all yours”

You left running out the door, a faint “Is that fucking Brian Eno?!” Sirius let out a sigh before lighting up a cigarette “Gods i'm going to marry her”

HA! cockblocked sorry.. Im prepping myself up for the upcoming band scenes in my big maruders project so any feed back is welcomed! I hope you all enjoyed <3

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[little-diable]

Here lies the fool - Negan (smut)

It has been way too long since I’ve last written for Negan and since I’ve last focused on a song fic. So here we are. This was inspired by the song “Here Lies The Fool” by Kameron Marlowe. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Negan gets lost in his memories, unable to stop thinking of the woman he had once been in love with while being married to Lucille.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, age gap, some angst, cheating

Pairing: Negan x fem!readers (1.1k words)

“What can I get you, handsome?” She had her eyes set on his features, shooting him a smile that seemed more sincere and intrigued than the one she had offered to the other customer before him. Negan leaned against the bar, studying the gorgeous bartender for a moment before a smirk began to tug on his lips. 

“You’re new around here, aren’t you, doll?” Her teeth ran along her lower lip, hands pressed to her waist. She gave herself a moment before replying, clearly enjoying the way he looked at her with something more than just raw lust. 

“And why do you think that?” Negan leaned even closer, able to pick up on the sweet scent of her perfume he was sure he’d never forget again, just like those gorgeous eyes that looked at him with something challenging swimming in their pupils.

“Well, I come round here almost every week, I know all bartenders by now. But none of them are as pretty as you.” It was a pathetic attempt to draw a chuckle out of her, but it worked on her just fine. A laugh clawed out of her, skin seemingly warming up under his intense gaze as she also stepped closer - only the bar was separating their chests from meeting by now. 

“That’s good to know, seems like I’ll have something exciting to look forward to each week.”

The flames of the fireplace danced in the dark night, wrapping him in a comfortable warmth. Negan sank further into the chair, tightening his grip on his glass of bourbon. His thoughts were keeping him awake, reminding him of the woman he had tried to forget for the past years.

(Y/n) had been young back then, way too young for him, and yet he hadn’t been able to stop himself from chasing her. It hadn’t taken long for him to return to the bar more than just once a week, set on spending his evenings away from his wife and rather with the exciting new bartender he couldn’t stop thinking of.

It had been foolish of him, falling for a woman who was so much younger than him, but fuck he had loved being around her. She had brought something new into his life, something he hadn’t been able to feel for so long.

“Negan,” she mewled his name. (Y/n) was seated in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck to stabilize herself. Their lips met every few seconds to deepen their kisses, getting lost in the sweetest temptation both were addicted to. 

“What is it, doll?” She shuddered in his grasp, focusing on his deep and raspy voice. (Y/n) rolled her hips, feeling him buried deep inside of her - a sensation so intense both knew it wouldn’t be the last time they’d do this. 

“You’re too big, I don’t know how -,“ the rest of her sentence was lost on the tip of her tongue. Negan had jerked his hips, forcing his cock even deeper into her tightness with a gritty chuckle. His calloused fingertips stroked along her throat, keeping a possessive grasp on her while he pushed his thumb past her lips.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, you’ll get used to it eventually, baby.” 

A humourless chuckle left Negan at the memory. He took a big sip, letting the alcohol burn down his throat as the flames of the fire kept stroking his limbs. He sank further into his leather jacket, absentmindedly letting his free fingers dance over Lucille for a moment, feeling a strange sense of contentment. 

Something told him that Lucille would have liked (y/n), and deep down Negan knew exactly why. (Y/n) had been a younger version of his wife, just as sharp minded with a wicked tongue and a mesmerising beauty. 

“You fucking asshole.” He cursed himself. Negan only shook his head before taking yet another sip. Life had been easy back then, but he hadn’t appreciated it, unable to even imagine what was laying ahead of him. 

“Negan,” his name rolled off her tongue as if it was the only word she knew. Her eyes were pressed close, back arched off the mattress while Negan rested between her thighs. With his arms wrapped around her legs, he kept her close to lap at her folds.

It felt as if they had been doing this for hours, chasing one orgasm after another. Every high was more intense than the other, drowning her fears and longings. Deep down she knew that what they were doing was stupid, oh so stupid, and yet her heart couldn’t let go of him, not yet at least.

“Oh pretty doll, you taste like fucking heaven.” Heat shot through her trembling body, fingers tightening their grasp on the covers. Heavy breaths left her, growing stronger as if she was set on winning this race, a competition without any prize to win but the feeling of yet another orgasm buzzing through her. 

“Fuck me with your fingers, Negan.” He chuckled against her heat, eyes flickering up to her features. For a second, he studied her while sucking at her puffy clit almost lazily. Negan took his time, wanting to drag out his time with (y/n) because it felt like stepping into another life for a little while at least.

A life filled with forbidden lust, with a strange kind of love, and something he couldn’t help but be slightly scared of.

He shouldn’t have ended it. Fuck. He’d give a lot to still have her by his side. Negan couldn’t help but wonder if she was still alive, but deep down he couldn’t help but hope that she had been smart enough to end it all at the beginning of this mess. 

But she had always been smart, smarter than he ever was, perhaps she had somehow managed to fight through it all. Another chuckle left him at the thought, imagining (y/n) with her fingers wrapped around a gun, shooting her way out of every trouble, fully set on making it out alive.

A sick narcissistic longing began to spread through him, hoping that she was also still thinking of him - given that she was still alive. But perhaps their paths could eventually cross again, one of the few good things he’d still be fortunate enough to experience. 

If anyone knows where she might be tonight, tell her I'm here 'til the moon disappears and I'm six drinks deep

[blushsturns]

perv!matt x innocent!reader ♡

˖ continuation of this!

˖ masterlist is here!

˖ title: scored

˖ w/c: 2562

matt picked you up at your house exactly at 7pm. when you opened the door, he almost damn near fainted at the sight of you; white and pink floral dress that hugged your curves and showed the perfect amount of cleavage, those pretty heels that made your legs look so incredibly sexy and long, your hair curled loosely and draped over your shoulders and a gorgeous heart pendant necklace set firmly against your neck. he couldn’t stop staring at you, his eyes taking in every single little detail about your appearance. you felt your cheeks flush violently and warming up just from the way his eyes were glued to your body as if he was taking mental screenshots in his brain to remember forever. he would, too considering he already saved all of your instagram photos and screenshot any snapchats you’d send him to his camera roll to look at for later.

he was absolutely in awe of you and couldn’t take his eyes off you. matt cleaned up real nice too, a pair of his nicest jeans and a fitted white tee. he looked comfortable, handsome, and really fucking sexy. “sorry, i’m gonna be blunt when i say this, but god damn do you look fucking amazing.” he spoke breathlessly, his own cheeks turning a bright shade of pink just by the sudden confidence he had to announce that outloud to you. not that it wasn’t completely obvious, given he stood there googly eyed and his mouth practically watering just by staring at you.

“thanks, handsome. you clean up nicely yourself.” you ran your pink polished index finger down his shirt, his eyes watching your every move the entire time causing his body to tense up just from the feeling of your finger running down his chest. “now are you gonna take me out, or what?” you flashed him a small smirk, loving the way even the smallest touch could drive him absolutely insane.

he gulped nervously, nodding his head and trying to regain his confidence back, but god dammit was he completely and utterly whipped for you. “of course. i have only been waiting for this day since, well forever.” he let out a soft chuckle at his own words before offering you his arm. you gladly accepted it, linking your arm with his and closing the front door behind you with your free hand.

when he lead you over to his car, he opened up the passenger side door for you. “after you, pretty girl.” he flashed you a small smile, allowing you to get into the car. when you got into his car, you noticed one of his jackets sitting in the backseat of his car. you smiled to yourself as you turned your head back to stare straight ahead, remembering the conversation you had with him about how he could keep you warm. his jacket was definitely one of the options.

the drive to dinner downtown wasn’t awkward at all. you talked to matt about how busy the coffee shop has been and how you wished you didn’t have to work so many hours, but you loved working there and getting to know all of your favorite regular’s favorite drinks. matt talked about how nick and chris kept teasing him for hours about the date you two were going on and how they both were surprised matt finally got the courage to ask you out. you thought this was funny and quite ironic because even though you didn’t tell him this, you weren’t sure how he managed the courage to do it either.

while he was driving, you noticed that he would stare at you any chance he could get. it was almost like he couldn’t take his eyes off you, even when he was driving. his eyes gazed over to your exposed thighs, your dress had rose up only slightly while you were sitting, but from the angle he was sitting he could discreetly admire how smooth your skin looked. he so desperately wanted to reach over and touch you, but he couldn’t. he had to keep it cool and collected, but all he could think about sometimes was the fact that he has in fact been between those same set of thighs, devouring you like he was a starved man.

you’d catch him staring and he’d immediately pull his gaze away from you and back to the road ahead, his cheeks turning a crimson red at the fact that he got caught staring. he couldn’t help it; you were so god damn beautiful.

after a couple more minutes, you were finally in the heart of your beloved city. you loved it here. if you could move out into the city, you would. it’s the sense of community, the feeling of belonging that drew you into the city aesthetic vibes. matt pulled up to the restaurant and go out of the car, moving around to the passenger side to open the door for you and offered you his hand. you flashed him a sweet smile and gladly took his hand as he helped you out of the car.

before he handed his keys over to the valet, he opened up the door to the backseat and pulled out his jacket. “may i?” he asked you with his eyebrow raised upward as he awaited your reply.

you nodded your head with a widening smile, your heart feeling like it was literally swooning. what was wrong with you and were you actually developing feelings for matt, one of your absolute best friends who just so happens to be fantasized with you? you allowed him to help you put the jacket on your body, immediately using your hands to cling it to your chest and taking in the warmth and intoxicating scent of his expensive smelling cologne.

when you both stepped foot into the restaurant, your stomach immediately growled when the aroma of italian food wafted throughout your nostrils. “i’m starved.” you practically whined quietly to matt as you followed him and the waiter over to your table over to the back of the restaurant with the most beautiful view of the city around you. you’ve been to this restaurant before, but something about tonight made this time feel special.

matt was an absolute gentleman the entire night. he let you rant about work, your studies for nursing school and how exhausting it’s becoming, and how your friends have been kind of awful lately. you admitted you’d much rather hang out with nick, matt, and chris anyway. they were way better company than anyone else and you always felt so safe and comfortable with them.

the food was absolutely amazing and you had a couple glasses of wine. matt declined on the wine, saying he had precious cargo in the car that he had to make sure gets home safe and sound. you could tell how protective he was of you, his eyes never steering away from yours the entire night. he was interested to hear everything you had to say and allowed you to speak about whatever you wanted. you’ve never encountered that with any other man before.

you asked matt about him and how things have been going with him. he told you about how stressful it’s been to come up with ideas creating content to put out every week. you laughed at the jokes he told you about chris and nick fighting last night and how chris was pretty upset about it and didn’t wanna sleep alone so he ended up sleeping in matt’s room. you thought it was so sweet and warned your heart how much matt loved his brothers, even if they got on his nerves most of the time.

when the check came, matt immediately grabbed it so you couldn’t see the exact total. “i’m the one who asked you out on this date, let me at least pay for the bill.”

you rolled your eyes playfully, but secretly finding that type of thing absolutely attractive and really fucking sweet. “fine, but i’m treating you to ice cream. got it?” you felt a little tipsy from the wine, but it was more of a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. or maybe that was just feelings.

he was fine with that, allowing you to use his arm again to hold onto as you both walked a block over to the ice cream shoppe. it wasn’t too far, and you were able to walk on the way back with your ice cream in hand.

when you both arrived, he didn’t even have to ask you what flavor you wanted; he already knew.

“hi, can i have one chocolate ice cream and one..” he looked over at you, a widening, proud smile on his face. “and a superman ice cream, please.”

he paid for the ice cream and opened the door for you as you both walked out and into the cool, crisp air of the city around you. the walk was quiet, but comfortable. you both took your time, walking in sync as you licked your ice cream cone. you kept noticing out of the corner of your eye that matt couldn’t stop staring. he watched as your tongue flicked against the cool sensation of the ice cream before parting your lips to take more of the ice cream into your mouth and swallowing it. you let out a soft moan at the delectable taste, licking over your lips that were now stained blue. your tongue probably was, too.

his eyes widened as he heard you, gulping nervously and clearing his throat to try and appear nonchalant, even though the look on your face, the way your tongue worked as you ate your ice cream and the sounds that were falling from your mouth caused a sudden rush straight to his cock.

you knew it was affecting him too and you liked being a tease. any little thing that you did got to him, especially when it came to things like this. “sorry, it’s just really good. thank you for remembering my favorite ice cream flavor.” you licked over you lips once again, a soft giggle leaving your lips. “hey, is my tongue blue?” you flashed him your tongue, that was coated with blue substance from the ice cream colors melting together.

he continued to stare at you while walking alongside you, nodding his head and letting out a soft chuckle at the sight of your tongue. “it is, but it’s cute, like you.”

your cheeks turned a bright shade of pink at his words, flashing him a small smile. “well thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.”

when you both arrived to the car and matt got his keys back from the valet, you had finished your ice cream. the sudden realization that the night was already almost over and quite honestly, you didn’t want the night to end.

he opened up the passenger door for you, allowing you to get in. he had been such a gentlemen all night and it was the sweetest fucking thing you’ve ever witnessed.

the drive back home was peaceful and comfortable. matt made a couple small jokes along the way home, making you giggle at how ridiculously funny he was, even though his jokes were tame.

when he pulled up into his driveway, he parked the car and immediately turned over to look at you. “did you have a good time?”

you nodded your head, flashing him a small smile, using both of your hands to keep his jacket clung tightly against your body. “i really did. thanks for taking me out, matt. i had a really good time.”

he grinned widely, nodding his head at your words. “i did too. now come on, let me walk you over to your house.”

matt opened the car door for you and offered his hand once again, which you gladly accepted and allowed him to help you out of the car. you walked a couple steps over to your house next door to his and once you both made it to your doorstep, you exhaled a deep breath, turning to look at him so you both were now face to face. “genuinely, thank you, matt. i had an amazing time.”

“you deserve it all, pretty girl. i’m glad i could take you out.”

“oh, here, let me give you your jacket-“

you were about to start taking his jacket off when matt stopped you, placing his hand on top of yours, his voice becoming more firm, his ocean blue eyes staring directly into yours. “no, don’t. seriously. i want you to keep it. it looks better on you, anyway.”

your cheeks were insanely warm, his comment causing butterflies to erupt in the pit of your stomach. you bit down onto your bottom lip, pulling your gaze away for a moment before averting your eyes back over to him. he stared at you with so much adoration filling his gaze. you could feel your heart beat begin to rapidly quicken. “well, then can i give you something so you don’t have to go home empty handed?”

his eyebrow raised up in a curious manner as he stared at you, nodding his head slowly. “you don’t have to do that, but now i’m curious. sure, what is it?”

you flashed him a widening smirk, nodding your head and pursed your lips together. you suddenly had the courage to do something that was on your mind all night. if he’s letting you keep his jacket, why not give him something he always loved to take from your bedroom drawer? slowly you began to move your hands underneath your dress, your fingers moving against the hem of your panties and began to slowly slide them down your legs. matt watched you in complete and utter shock, watching your every move with his eyes widening and his mouth agape as you bent down to pull the lacy panties down completely and off your body. you stood back up with the panties in your hand and immediately grabbed one of matt’s hands to place the pair of panties into his palm securely and enclosed his hand around them. your smirk only widened as he stared down at the pink panties in his hand as he held onto them, a shaky breath exhaling from his chest and out past his lips.

“will you keep these? for me?” you leaned in closer to him to reach his ear, your hot and heavy breath lingering against his ear.

all he could do was nod his head slowly, gulping nervously as your body pressed up against his for a brief moment. you moved your head to place your lips against his stubble cheek and kissing it gently before pulling away from him and flashing him a teasing smirk. you lifted your hand up into a wave, your eyes staying locked onto his.

“goodnight, lover boy. thank you for an amazing night.”

without waiting for a reply from matt, the front door closed. all matt could do was stand there in complete and utter shock due to the fact that not only has he finally scored his first date with you, but he had a pair of your lacy pink panties that you were wearing underneath your dress the entire night.

he was absolutely, totally infatuated with you.

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𝜗𝜚 a/n:

thank you everyone for reading!! i love writing this pair so much. i have so many more ideas for this au so if you want more of them just keep spreading the love. it makes my day, i swear. i love you guys!

-nessa ღ

[rainandsugarcane2000]

mutuals. . .. gorgeous mutuals ... so fucking beautiful handsome gorgeous mutuals ..

[hawklovesskippy]

Emmy Magazine photoshoot | 2024

Absolute perfection. Beyond measure.

[peachesandcreames]

A Good Ol' Southern Boy 🔥🥵

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Clifford Pyncheon -

The House of the Seven Gables (1940) dir. Joe May

[stylespresleyhearted]

the casual arm thrown over her legs? the cigs? manspreading? fuck me pls

[russelliv]

lewis hamilton 🐐 [jan. 20, 2025]

[sluckythewizard]

FIIIINALLY almost nailed my designs for lizzie and caspian can i get a HEEEELLL YEAAH???? i think these two make a vvery cute duo and i cannt wait to see them again. i also hope they both get hurt reaaaallly really badly. togeter

[royaltea000]

I like the human actors a lot too! (I say as if the actors weren’t initially human)

[peachesandcreames]

Them : You Can't Hear a Picture

Me :

🤣🤣