#i hope everyone enjoyed this cause i did 🥴

[emjiroki]

Omegaverse *and* tribal au just the thought has me freaking drooling...... and the world building opportunities that secondary genders could bring in to tribal life like just imagining all the ways it could work is so cool!

Also just like. Enji in leather and jewelry and nothing else... Enji in the firelight under a full moon... Enji with tattoos that celebrate his successes... Enji scooping you up and carrying you to somewhere at least passably private to fuck your brains out....... 🥺😳👉👈

AAAAAAHHHHHH okay yes this has been making me crazy!!!! (Disclaimer the only reason the tribal au headcanons weren't Omegaverse was because a nice anon asked if I could make the headcanons regular, I totally understand that Omegaverse is not for everyone! BUT NOW I HAVE A GREAT EXCUSE TO GO FERAL) sorry it took so long everyone I hope you enjoy

Link to the non a/b/o tribal headcanons

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Your courtship was short, a week at the gathering before you agreed to travel back with him to the mountains and only a month before he publicly proclaimed before his tribe council that he, their Chief, would be taking you as his mate and future bride

Enji knows you're his fated mate from the moment he sees you. He always kind of knew his former omega wasn't it, inspite of the arranged marriage. After she had left back to her home tribe he really thought he'd never find love again, until he met you at one of the large tribe gatherings during the harvest season. Your scent drew him in like a moth to a flame and he knew you were his

He did his best to keep to tradition and not copulate with you until your bonding ceremony, so the foreplay was almost constant. He was barely in the mindset for meetings with his tribe members or any sort of celebrations or other important ceremonies, his mind constantly fixated on stretching you on his fingers and drinking your slick down like ambrosia. Your cries of pleasure were like angels singing in his ears and could be heard very clearly to anyone straying too close to his hut. Unfortunately for them...

The first full moon of the summer season finally came your bonding ceremony, he had discussed his tribal traditions with you before hand to make sure you were comfortable and that you weren't caught off guard due to the nature of the ceremony. The beginning was simple, Enji slaughters a goat for a blood sacrifice in your honor and the Shaman paints the blood across you and Enji’s chest first, across your heart for eternal love and across your face and eyelids to ward off negativity and evil. But the second half of the ceremony after your marital beads are place around your throats is the part he tried to make you comfortable with

The tribe council has to be present for the official bonding and first knotting, to at least see you connected and bonding marks fresh bleeding. It made you a little uneasy at first, but with Enji being as aggressive as he is they all kept their eyes to the floor as he shielded you from their view.

He was delicate as he laid you against the fur bedding, whispering reassurance and promises against your skin as he breached your virgin entrance for the first time. The combination of your scents and smell of your blood staining his cock had him nearly going feral but he kept himself steady so he didn't hurt you. It was the last thing he ever wanted to do. "I love you, so much. Endless as the river my sweet omega" he whispers as he kisses the overwhelmed tears from your cheeks. And you believed him, could feel it through the grip of his fingers laced with yours above your head as he began to move and fuck into your soft body. It took a few minutes to adjust to his size but soon you were calling for more, locking your legs around his waist and pulling him into you until his flushed head was tapping your cervix with every thrust of his hips.

Enji was coming to his end just as soon as he expected, your tightness milking everything from him until he was dizzy with your sweet scent flooding his senses. He was holding back drool as he watched your eyes roll back and your pretty swollen lips part in ecstasy. "A-Alpha I'm-" "Cum for me love, let me feel you so I can give you everything" with a strangled and barely coherent cry you were tensing and squeezing around him so hard it nearly forced him out until one of his strong hands locked your hips into place as he growled deeply and released into your warmth, his knot sealing your entrance to keep his cum inside.

With aftershocks of your orgasms racking our bodies you two sealed the bond, your mating marks red, raw, and prominent against your throats as you tasted each others blood. Everything felt calm and peaceful after the bond was set, the pheremones calming and instincts feeling the rightness of everything settling in. The council was all but forgotten about until the motion of them leaving the hut had Enji snarling and holding you close to his body protectively, your blood staining against his chin and bringing forth the true animal version of his instincts that had your inner omega preening and purring against his strong chest.

After a moment you could hear the tribe cheering from the news of your consumation, the great bonfire starting and soon the smell of roasting meat reached your hut and your growling stomachs. "As soon as the knot releases we can join the celebration if you'd like" he says quietly as he strokes his fingers along your spine in a soothing pattern, your own fingers tracing the tattoos along his chest and arms, his many years of success telling stories across his skin. "I'd like that, but could we spend a bit longer in here together, just us?" You asked, feeling vulnerable after your private moment. "Of course, anything for you" he says with a rumbling purr, nosing against his mating mark, "my beloved mate and soon to be mother of my pups".

If anyone has anymore Tribal au thoughts or requests send them my way because I love this au!!! Doesn't have to be omegaverse btw

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Halloween hcs for a Witch!Reader who makes a pact with Demon!Freminet/Scaramouche/Albedo and uses his magical obedience to make his pussy come and squirt on command

Hhhhnnngghh I forgot how much I enjoy scenarios like this 🥴 Everyone is 20+ as per usual~

I hope these are to your liking, dear anon ❤️

Freminet

Oh this poor little thing...you just love to ruin him when he least expects it

Using your pact to call him to your location and luring him into a false sense of security by acting sweet and sitting him in your lap for cuddles

Then when Freminet has relaxed you'll activate the seal on your hand and whisper in a commanding tone “Cum for me, darling”

And the little demon throws his head back so hard, his pussy clenched around nothing at all while a powerful orgasm hits him

Freminet will beg so sweetly for you to stick something inside, anything at all, just...fill him up please? 🥺

“Pl-please....need your fingers...need you insiiaaahhh—!! ” He'll cry out while you command him to cum untouched once again, the intensity of it all causes his vision to turn all fuzzy

You oblige him, torturously though. Shoving your fingers deep within his wet cunt and fingering Freminet roughly until he shouts out, “C-close!! Aaahh—!! Y/n! ”

He's so soooo embarrassed when you force his little pussy to squirt

Painfully clawing at your wrist while you finger his hole open and make him squirt harder

And of course after you've tortured him to hell and back (pun intended) you'll soothe the little demon and take care of him while he recovers from his orgasms 💙

Scaramouche

A bratty little thing like Scara honestly deserves something like this

He's in the middle of chastising you for some reason or another when your thumb presses against the seal on your palm, activating your control over him

All it takes is you uttering a single word, “Cum”

Scaramouche's eyes widen in shock as he feels slick cum drip out of his cunt, his thighs shaking the entire time his orgasm lasts

“Wh-what the fuck....was- aaahh!! Why did you–?” The poor thing is dumbfounded as the realization hits him; you forced him to cum just to make him shut up

Scara is about to berate you again when you repeat the command, smirking down at the man while he sinks to his knees. His legs no longer able to support him from cumming a second time within a few minutes

He looks up at you with tears in his eyes, a fierce look shooting daggers at you despite that fact. And you surprise him yet again with the words, “Squirt for me, baby. Make a mess all over the floor then clean it up ”

Unable to refuse your order, the bratty demon gushes all over himself. His shorts and panties are soaked and dripping all over the floor underneath him, creating a puddle of wetness

His torso falls forward onto the ground, causing his ass to stick up in the air as another wave hits him and his pretty pussy squirts again, his shrill wailing fills the room from pure pleasure

After a minute of letting him catch his breath you'll circle around behind him and touch his wet cunt, his body jolting from overstimulation at the tiny bit of contact

Maybe he learned his lesson this time, maybe not. His fate all depends on how hard he can beg for forgiveness now~ 💜

Albedo

How lucky you are to have a demon prince under your command. How delicious it is to force your prince to cum whenever you think he should

Bending Albedo over your desk and fucking into him. Not allowing him to cum unless it's from your command 😳

He's stuffed completely full, moaning like a whore, and then you force him to gush all over the tile floor

His little cheeks heat up uncomfortably while you coo in his ear, “Aaaww, did my little prince make a mess? How about you do it again, squirt for me, Albedo. Show me how much your pussy craves being stretched and fucked~”

Albedo's hands slam on the desk and claw at the wood as he's forced to cum again, white hot pleasure consuming his very being

Maybe you'll grab him by the horns and use them as leverage to fuck into his cunt harder, but only if he begs~ 💛

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[norman-fucking-reedus]

Hey 👋🏽!!,

I just want to stop by and say I absolutely love your fics, you capture Daryl so well😍. I was wondering if you could write something where Norman stops by his restaurant in Senoia for a quick meeting and sees the hot new waitress working there and it's lust at first sight🥵😈 .. He has to have her.. They meet up after her shift takes her back to his home and c o m p l e t e l y ruins her 🥴🫠: Blowjob & swallow, NORMAN WHIMPERING 😩🤌🏽 as reader sucks him off, deep fingering, face sitting & squirt, eating out tongue fuck!ng, ROUGH doggie style with a sloppy creampie breeding kink ending 😮‍💨 WHEW LAWD😶‍🌫️🫣, I hope this isn't too off the rails for you 🙃 Below is an aesthetic of what I want female reader and Norman to look like

"The New Girl"

Please and thank you 🙏🏾 🤭

GIRL. OMFG. THE WAY YOU DID NOT HOLD BACK AT ALL?? LITERALLY CURLING MY TOES PULLING MY HAIR KNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE

I’m actually really scared because this is gonna be my first time ever writing for Norman, or an actor in general, and I’m just nervous for this to come out like super corny or I write him super out of character and it’s like your average fangirl fanfic but tbh we’re just gonna close our eyes, spin around in circles and god willing nothing bad happens

The reader is black, obvs, but it’s written in a way where everyone can still enjoy and squeeze their thighs together, you’ll just be one of us in this story 🎀

Also how did I not know Norman had a restaurant… three actually…

This definitely has a word count of atleast 4k my phone actually started to slow down everytime I opened this

@blackvelveteen1339 I hope I did you justice cause holy fucking hell this was the hottest request EVER ❤️❤️

THE NEW GIRL

“Are ya' impressed yet?”

Everyone knows that moving to another place will always be the hardest feature in life, let alone moving to a whole new city in a whole different state.

Senoia was absolutely stunning, with breathtaking views and beach perfect weather. It was totally everything that you had hoped it would be, and so was your little studio apartment, which wasn’t bad at all considering the cozy size, not to mention there were quite a few stores around, also well as the infamous main street.

You sighed, a twinge of sadness. At almost twenty-seven, this would be your first time ever living alone, having lived with your parents for a huge chunk of your life. You were still young and wanted to go out into the big world on your own, and for the longest Georgia had been calling out your name.

Some of your friends and family had discouraged you from going, claiming that it was ridiculous to move so far away from home so carelessly. For a minute, you had even thought so yourself, repeating it over and over again in your head that it wasn’t worth it, or that it was just a dumb dream, and you didn’t even have a path in mind. It was a reckless thing to do, to go into a whole new state with no clue on what you wanted to do with yourself, let alone who you wanted to be.

Yet, here you sat in your new apartment, with nothing but a suitcase, duffel bag and mattress to your name, yes, happier than you’ve ever been but lonely as well. You check your phone, swiping through your notifications before unlocking it, and opening your Instagram.

You had always been a quiet and reserved person with a bit of a wild side, which you kept hidden very well under wraps. Your feed consisted of hair tips, food, traveling, and a little heat. You followed a couple of influencers, mostly your favorite music artists, and actors. There were lots of concerts happening in Atlanta, which you found wasn't far away from Senoia at all. You'd always wanted to see some of your faves in person, but none of them had ever come out to where you used to live. Not to mention, it was expensive. Speaking of expensive, you realized that you would need to start looking for a job sooner or later if you wanted to keep your studio.

Luckily you had enough to pay rent for at least the next few months, however, groceries were quite pricey these days. You huffed and glanced over to your suitcase to where it remained unpacked in the corner, clothes spilling out of it from where you had been carelessly digging through it. You had only been in Georgia for a few weeks, and hadn't really left to go anywhere. By the looks from what you could see out the window, it was an undeniably nice day, and job opportunities were always fluttering around. You decided that it was finally time to get your shit together and show Senoia what kind of girl you really were.

Swinging off your makeshift bed, you rose to your feet, grimacing slightly and groaning softly as you stretched and walked over towards the bathroom, frowning at the tangled mess that was your hair once you stood in front of the mirror. There were also a few stains on your shirt. Yeah, a shower was definitely needed. You twisted the handle to the middle and allowed the water to heat up, padding over to your messy suitcase.

There were a couple of hangers in the closet but that was about it. Luckily there were also shelves built in which would have to do for now. You were probably going to need a small list of things, hangers being priority number one.

Going through the suitcase, you had your everyday clothes, some old work clothes, and few clubbing clothes. Your duffel bag contained your personable items, as well as a couple of important documents and paperwork for the apartment. You had already moved all your hygienic stuff into the bathroom, and decided to stress about putting away your clothes later, focusing on what you would actually wear out.

You wanted it to be a mix between comfortable yet classy, classy yet also sexy. A simple and lowcut long-sleeve matched with a pair of bootcut jeans that you could easily jazz up with some jewelry and a cute hairstyle. Draping the outfit over your bed, you began to rid yourself of your clothes, fishing a towel as well as a bra and pair of panties out of your duffel bag, and stacking them together on the bathroom counter. You played music off your phone out loud and made a mental note to also buy a speaker, letting out a satisfied groan as you stepped under the hot spray from the shower head.

The water ran down the length of your body from where it soaked in your curly hair, eyes fluttering shut as droplets began rolling down your face. It felt incredible to have days worth of bedrotting be finally washed down the drain. You wiped the water out your eyes and wringed it out your hair, reaching for the shampoo bottle and twisting the cap off, dumping a handful of the liquid into your palm. You smeared it from the top of your head, carrying it down to your ends, beginning to thoroughly scrub your way back up to your scalp, where you worked the soap into the strands.

Once your hair was completely coated and covered in suds, you rinsed the excess from your hands and grabbed your body wash to start cleaning yourself up as you let the shampoo soak into your hair. You drizzled a generous amount onto the sponge amd ran it under the hot water, rubbing it together in your hands to create the foamy bubbles. You began to work your way up one arm, scrubbing the skin as you went over your shoulder and underneath your arm, moving over across your collarbone to the other arm, eventually working down the length of your chest, as well as legs.

You squeezed the remaining soap out from the sponge, hanging it back in its spot as you started to rinse off your body, leaned your head back and wringing the sudsy water out your hair, hands working to wash all the shampoo out the coily strands. Not that you were in a rush, but it did take a little time, an ache beginning to form in your arms by the time you were done. Pumping a generous amount of conditioner into your hand, you worked it into your scalp with the tips of your fingers and rubbed it into the rest of the strands, clipping it back once there was no more left in your hands.

This time you shaved your legs, cause lord knows it’s been a minute since you’ve done that. In the process of shaving them, you noticed that your bikini area could also use some razor work.

It had been a little while since you had needed any reason to shave down there, but now that you were in a new environment with new faces, you never knew what you might stumble across. The men back in your hometown were okay, but you held your hopes up high that Senoia would toss something totally unexpected your way.

Once you were bare and smooth, you washed away the hair caught in your razor and unclipped your curly hair, rinsing off the clip before your hair, humming at how soft the strands felt under the stream of water. You squeezed and wrung out the conditioner, hearing the days of neglect run down the drain. When it was all out, you gave your body one last thorough scrub, properly washing off your skin from head to toe before shutting off the water and grabbing your towel.

You sighed as you patted your face dry, moving down your neck and chest. As you dried your hair, you stood in front of the mirror, lazily singing along to the current song playing and striking a few poses in your nude form. Although you did have a few insecurities, ones that sprouted from your late teen years and hadn't really left in your adult years, you preferred to just focus on the parts of yourself that you really liked.

It was still fairly early as you rechecked your phone, dropping the towel down on the ground and slipping on your panties, clasping your bra on shortly after. You grabbed your toothbrush and squeezed almost a little too much paste onto the bristles, giving it some water before scrubbing your teeth, mindlessly walking around your apartment as you did. The main street below your window was still bustling with cars and filled with people spilling out of shops, and music thumping from the lively restaurants. There was a nearby park that was full of squealing children, as well as other people from the community and neighboring apartment complexes. All of it was much different than what you had grown accustomed to back home, but it was such a nice change of scenery all at the same time, and you couldn't wait to throw yourself out onto Senoia's street.

Back in your little bathroom, you flicked the sink faucet on and spit the gathered foam out, filling your mouth with water and swishing it around for a little, spitting it out as well. You also brushed your tongue before taking in another mouthful of water, washing out the remaining toothpaste from your brush before dropping it back in its cup, shutting the sink off, and wiping your mouth dry. Taking a deep, but quick grounding breath, you moved to put your clothes on, hiking your fairly tight jeans up before slipping on your top. Even though it was plain black, it had a cute set of flared sleeves.

You dug through your bag for your box of jewelry as well as your makeup, setting both down heavily on the counter as you stared at your hair in the mirror, huffing in annoyance as you started to wonder if you needed to style it. Maybe a half-up half-down look? No, a full ponytail would be better. But a high bun would also be cute... or maybe a half-bun. Maybe bald. Bald would be best.

You mentally kick yourself as you flip the lid to your makeup box open to distract yourself from your hairstyle dilemma. You reassured yourself that you'd figure out something by the time you were fully ready, sighing as you prepped your face. The only times you ever really used makeup was when you were going out with intent, and wanted to make sure that your face stood out to any potential victims. It didn't take long to do as you pointedly and skillfully brushed sharp and soft lines over your honey skin, keeping your hand as steady as your body would allow you.

A few swipes of liner and mascara later, glossy lips, and the front of your hair parted to the side, you were clipping on a silver necklace paired with a bracelet, and a dangly pair of earrings. It was a bit simple, so you decided to layer another necklace on top of the other, smiling at yourself in the mirror before flipping the lights off, padding out into the bedroom, and fishing around for your purse, placing it on the bed next to you as you slid on a pair of wedged sandals. Hopefully, the foot pain later would be worth it.

You slipped your phone into your back pocket, and threw your purse onto your shoulder, tossing in a small bottle of perfume just in case. You shut the doors inside and flicked off the main room light, creaking your front door open and securely shutting it behind you, locking it with your keys before tossing them into your purse, striding down the hallway of your complex with intention hot in your steps.

When you pushed the door of your building open, the warm and inviting air of Senoia almost immediately filling your lungs, you felt a strong sense of anticipation surge through you as you walked out onto the sidewalk, the sounds of conversations now real and more animated than ever, the thumping of music now bumped through your feet and right in your chest.

As you casually strolled down the sidewalk, taking in all the different buildings and things to do, a furniture store caught your eye. While you didn't have any money, it never hurt to look around, and maybe get some information from some of the locals.

The furniture store was filled with pieces on the much older side and vintage lamps that only old ladies would be interested in, but you continued to walk around anyway. As you were browsing a wall of intricate paintings and sculptures, a kind-looking woman approached you.

"Welcome to Hollberg's! Our newer, more modern stuff is upstairs if that's more your style" She smiled, and you gave a polite one in return. "I'm just browsing for now. Just moved here about a week ago and I don't have a job yet" You lightly laughed.

The woman gave you an excited expression, clasping her hands together. "How nice! Where are you from originally?"

"Louisiana, Chalmette. I lived there for most of my life so I just needed a fresh start somewhere totally new." You sigh, still kindly smiling at her.

"I get that, and Senoia is perfect for that, Georgia overall. Atlanta is also quite close, and there's lots of job opportunities out there."

You frown, "Unfortunately I don't have a car, and you can't Uber without money" Shaking your head at your obviously very sticky situation.

The woman seemed to think for a moment, walking quickly away to fetch something from behind a desk and coming back over, holding out a few pieces of paper. "We aren't hiring now, but here are some flyers for restaurants in this strip. Not sure how lucky you'll get, but I do wish you luck. There's a cafe right across the way" You took the flyers from her, smiling at her one last. "Thanks girl. Hopefully, next time we talk it's about furniture" She let out a small laugh, watching as you spun on your heels and walked out of the store.

On your way out, you almost immediately spotted the cafe and wasted no time walking over to it, quickly crossing the street while throwing a few quick glances to the left and right as you did. Before you entered, you slipped the restaurant flyers into your purse and swung the door open, the smell of coffee strong and a bit overwhelming. The cafe was quite large inside, and there was a small line at the registers at near front, nothing you weren't willing to stand in.

Once you reached the front, you were greeted by a young woman, smiling brightly at you. "Hi! Welcome to Senoia's Coffee and Cafe, what can I get started for you?"

"Sorry, I'm not looking to buy anything, I'm actually looking for work. I just moved here about a week ago" She made a small look of surprise, furrowing her brows as she mouthed 'one moment' and disappeared behind a wall, returning mere seconds later with a sheepish look replacing her previous one. "We, unfortunately, aren't hiring right now. I think my boss is in a bad mood, but I heard the restaurant down the street is hiring! Uh, just can't think of the name"

You fish out the flyers, "Any of these?" Holding them out to her. She tilts her head, humming quietly before tapping her finger against one. "This place! They need waitresses, especially around this time. You'd be a great fit there too" She smiled, and you smiled back, giving her a "Thanks" before walking back out of the shop, and down the sidewalk, eyeing a few of the other buildings before stopping in front of dark gray one, reading the sign before pulling the door open.

The inside of the restaurant was absolutely stunning, with clean floors, and light walls mixed with brick that complemented the expensive chandlers hanging from the ceiling, highlighted against the polished wooden furniture. There was casual jazz playing in back, loud enough to hear but loud enough to still be able to talk normally.

The restaurant was fairly small, a highly stocked bar on one side and the dining room on the other, bathrooms at the back. You weren't quite sure where to stand, awkwardly off to the side as you scanned the room for someone, feeling relieved when a woman spotted you and called that she would be right there. You watched as she cleaned a finished table, quickly walking the dirty dishes into the kitchen before coming back out, huffing when she reappeared.

"It's a lot of work, huh?" You asked kindly, and she sighed.

"Hell yes. I jus' wish I had one more set of hands" She laughed airily, tapping at something on her register. "Table fer one?"

You shook your head, "No, I'm actually here to work. Just moved here a week ago" Smiling softly at her.

She gave you a look of surprise, "Really? Where ya comin' from?"

"Chalmette in Louisiana. I just needed a different change of scenery, somewhere new where I can figure my shit out" She nodded her head at your words. "I hear that. Good fer ya' girl! Like I said, I need one more set of hands. Got any experience?"

"I worked in a sports bar for a good while back home, there wasn't really much to work with" You sighed. "I've never served tables but I was a host for a little bit"

She seemed pretty satisfied, nodding as you spoke with a smile tugging her lips. "Well, I'd say yer gonna make a pretty good damn waitress. How soon can ya' start?"

"I'd start today if you let me" You laugh lightly, and she makes a face. "I mean if you can bring me the papers I need within the hour I can get you a shift tonight"

You blinked at her, raising a brow. "Seriously?"

"I'll give ya' the uniform straight after, m'serious" She smiled, holding out her hand.

You took hers in yours with little hesitation, shaking it firmly. “I’ll be right back” Was all you said before walking out the restaurant, quickly and eagerly striding back over to your apartment building. It was maybe a five minute walk, which was not bad at all. As you entered, walking through the lobby and up the stairs, you dug in your purse for the keys to your studio, swinging them around your finger as you walked down the hallway on your floor.

Unlocking the door, you stepped inside and shut it, placing your purse on the counter and taking out the flyers, rushing over to your suit case and flipping it open, rummaging through. You grumbled as you began pulling stuff out, zipping open pockets and shaking the bag, about to freak out when the blue folder fell out. “Aha!”

You cracked it open, smiling when you confirmed the important papers such as your W2 as well as birth certificate. You rose to your feet and it in your purse, finish out your wallet to make sure you had your I.D as well as social security, tossing it back into the bag and sliding it back over your shoulder, setting out your house once again to go get your new job.

You felt a small amount of anxiety boiling in your stomach as the sun started to set, the main street of Senoia, only get louder and louder, even through your shut window. Your eyes flickered down to your pressed uniform, sharply exhaling as you checked the time on your phone and unlocked it, rereading the schedule over and over again. It was about five-thirty, and you needed to be there at six.

Hooking your phone up to get some more charge as you stripped out your regular clothed and into your work ones, humming pleasantly as you looked the mirror. The shirt was tight but loose fit, and the pants covered your ankles. It was an all black uniform, ‘Nic & Norman’s’ in the left corner embroidered in white.

To keep your hair out the way, but still stylish, you tied it back into two high and curly space buns. You decided to go for a simple cat eye liner look, sticking on a pair of lashes instead of mascara this time. A few quick swipes of a rose pink gloss, and a couple spritz’s of your most expensive perfume, you were done and ready to go.

As you slipped a pair of black tennis shoes on, you still had a lingering feeling of nerves in your tummy. This wasn’t your first job obviously, but this was you first waitress job. The woman you had spoken too, who’s name you learned was Tyler, reassured you that you were a perfect fit.

Standing in the mirror one last time, you gave yourself a good look over to make sure you looked professional and presentable, hopefully also tippable.

You tossed your purse over your shoulder, and draped a sweater over yourself, flipping off all the lights and shutting the front door behind you, locking it and stuffing your keys inside.

Just as you expected, the air was brisk and much cooler than it had been when the sun was still high in the sky, night falling over the streets and Senoia’s street lighting itself up, restaurants now more alive than ever. As you walked with a small crowd, you observed how almost everyone was now dressed in more proper attire, nicely ironed suits paired to modestly short dresses.

The outside seating of Nic & Norman’s was already packed full when you arrived, swinging the door open to find the inside seats equally as stuffed. You felt your nerves soaring this time, and tried not to awkwardly duck your head down as you walked into the kitchen, feeling like a foreigner.

“Y/n! Thank fuck!” Tyler gasped from behind you, making you jump slightly. “I’ve got salads and burgers wedged so far up m’fuckin’ ass” She grumbled, grabbing you by thw wrist and pulling you quickly through the clamoring kitchen into a back office.

She dropped down onto a seat, sighing heavily. “Is it like this every night?” You asked, a little more scared then you should be.

“Sometimes. If m’not mistaken, one of the owners should be coming tomorrow. Boy do I sure hope it’s Norman” Tyler sighed, dreamily at the end. She stared off into space with a small smile, and you looked around the room, looking at the overflowing cubbies. “Shit sucks. Ya’ can stick yer stuff with mine” She spoke, snapped out her trance and pointing at a pile a good distance away from the rest. “It’s okay. People know not ta’ fuck with m’shit” Tyler added when she saw the wary look on your face.

“So, who exactly is ‘Nic and Norman’?” You question, and Tyler’s mouth drops.

“You don’t know who Greg Nicotero and Norman Reedus are?” You shook your head, brows furrowed in pure confusion. Maybe you did know them, you just never were very big on putting faces to names.

Tyler whipped out her phone, but frowned. “Shit girl, forgot we had a job ta’ be doin’. Don’ even stress. Ya’ look real good. Shirt fits ya’ good too. Yer gon be loaded up with tips, ‘nd m’sure ya’ can handle tha’ creeps” She rose to her feet, checking her own makeup in the camera lense of her phone before pocketing it. “And don’ try ta’ be fuckin’ superman and carry thirty plates at a time. Pro-tip, learn some Tetris” Tyler swiped a new layer of gloss on her lips, and tossed it into her pocket, pulling you back through the busy kitchen.

“Luckily they print tha’ table number tha’ food is fer on tha’ ticket, so tha’ chef’s started ta’ put tickets with plates, so when ya come here, just find yer table” She explained quickly yet simply, each word she spoke going in one ear and echoing in the other, turning themselves on loop.

Tyler poked her head out the kitchen, looking around before she beckoned someone over. A young man came jogging over, and she pulled him inside by his shirt. Damn if she didn’t play around.

“This is Javi, one of our hosts tonigh’.” Tyler gestured to his with her hands, and he waved politely. “Javi is gon’ show ya’ yer table section. From this point on, m’gon be nothin’ but a blur ta’ ya” She placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling at you before turning and picking up the plates from earlier, easily balancing them on her arms and kicking open the kitchen door, out onto the floor.

A awkward moment of silence passed between you and the young man, not really quiet, but there were no words spoken as he swiped through something on an iPad, brows slightly furrowed. “You’re um, you’re y/n right?” He mumbled, and you nodded.

Javi motioned for you to follow him with his head, and he led you out into the loud dining area, bringing you over towards the bar. “See those four tables there?” He pointed, and you had to follow his finger, nodding when you spotted the four booths he was pointing to. “All yours. They can hold up to like ten people, so good luck.” You grimaced at that, feeling your stomach do flips.

“Here. Can’t be a waitress without your notepad. Or a pen” Javi joked, and you smiled kindly at him, thanking him. As you did, a new wave of people entered, prompting Javi to go over and get them situated. You watched as he seated the new guests, and pulled a group waiting from the lobby, grabbing their menus and leading them over to your section.

He came back over, mouthing ‘all yours’ before disappearing into the kitchen.

You took a few, shaky and deep breaths, before putting on your friendliest face and approaching the table.

Luckily, it was just a simple family, mom and dad with their two kids who seemed to be well over the age of ten. You greeted them with a kind smile, “Welcome to Nic & Norman’s, my name is Y/n and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get you started on any drinks?” You clicked your pen, pressing it into the pad of paper.

The mother smiled back at you, “You guys sure are busy! I bet it’s always exciting when they come to town, huh?” She glanced back at her menu, acting as if she hadn’t left you totally clueless.

“Yeah. It’s only my first day here so I’m a little nervous” You confess, brushing off her earlier statement. “Gosh! Well, guess we’re testing you now!” She laughed, and you laughed as well, only a tad unnerved. “I think I’ll just do a simple cocktail” You nodded, writing down at the top of the pad. Her son ordered a strawberry lemonade, her daughter a soda, and her dad a beer.

“I’ll have those right out for you guys” You clicked your pen once again, and quickly walked away, retreating back into the kitchen.

You pushed the doors open, but frowned at the loud clamoring and multiple orders being shuffled out. No way in hell would your drinks be done in a reasonable time. You exited out the kitchen, glancing around when you had a lightbulb moment.

“Psst, hey muscle man” You called to the bartender, leaning against the counter. “Think you could make these real fast?” You held out the drink ticket, wiggling it as you flirtatiously smiled and batted your lashes.

He stammered for a second, “muscle man?” glancing down at himself and feeling a heat rise to his cheeks. What could you say? You knew a strong man when you saw one.

You kept your hand outstretched, motioning for him to take it.

“Do I even know you?” He raised a brow, and you shook your head. “Nope. But you should do it anyways” You smile, and he frowns, taking the paper from your hand. You spot Javi leaving your section, throwing you a glance and a thumbs up, and you tap the bartop. “I’m counting on you, Hercules”

You approach your second table, and feel a hint of annoyance surge through you as you discover it’s a group of men. Very loud ones at that. You put on your best fakest smile, clicking your pen against your leg as you spoke. “Welcome to Nic & Norman’s, my name is Y/n and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get a round of drinks going for you gentlemen?”

One of the men whistled, “Well ain’t you just somethin’ pretty to look at” letting out a very country laugh.

A few of the other men let out laughs, and you simply smiled, more of ‘I wish I was off the clock so I could rock you’ smile, but still a smile. “Yeah. I’m also here to get you guys something to drink” You joked, knowing men tipped more when you gave into their antics.

"Let the woman do her job, Bill" Another man said to him, nudging him with his arm and he swatted them away. You tapped your pen against the paper, trying not to hurt one of them. Thankfully they made things easy and agreed to order a round of beer. You murmured that you'd be back, quickly walking out of the section to the bar.

When you walked over, you could see the family's drinks sitting on top of the counter and swapped out the drink tickets when you stopped before them. It was a little awkward trying to carry four drinks at once, struggling as you kept picking up and putting the cups downs.

“See? Wha' did I say?” Tyler spoke as she suddenly appeared next to you, placing a hand on her hip. “Tryin’ be some kind of fuckin’ avenger when yer jus’ makin’ yerself look goofy” She scoffed and held out her dish tray, watching as you placed the drinks down on it.

You took it from her with a sheepish look. "Thanks, Just a bit on edge" You told her, and she placed both her hands on your shoulders, smiling softly at you. "Don' be. Yer a natural. Jus' keep doin' wha' yer doin'" She gave you a salute and was gone as quickly as she had come.

Sighing sharply, you walk the tray of drinks over to the family with a smile and hand them, listening to the mother awe over the colors of her cocktail. "How pretty! I think we're all ready to order, right?" She glanced at her family for their confirmation, and you pulled your notepad out, tucking your tray under your arm. The mother ordered a margarita flatbread, her husband ordering a whiskey salmon, and her kids both ordering a classic hamburger. "I'll have those out for you guys shortly" You smiled once you had their order scribbled down, collecting their menus and leaving them be.

You walked past the men's table, briefly letting them know you were coming back with their beers, and dropped the menus off to the front where Javi was standing, getting the next group of people seated. "Y/n, I'm gonna stick these folks in your section. Hand me those" He said as he turned to you, taking the menus from your hand and leading them to your third table. You weren't doing too bad if you did say so yourself.

Thanks to the help of the tray, loading up the round of beers for the men wasn't much of a hassle at all. When they saw you approaching with the mugs filled to the bim, they whooped and hollered, prompting you to shush them as they began to collect eyes nearby. Instead of handing out the drinks like you did with the last table, you simply let them take their respective mug off the tray, knocking their glasses together. "I'm guessing you fellas are ready to order huh?" You give them your best show, even jutting your hip out a little. Don't get mad at a girl for using her resources.

"You bet'cha sweet ass we are, and this big boy wants a steak" The one they call Bill piped up once again, drumming on his belly as he spoke. A few laughs erupted from the table, and you felt your eye twitching. "How would you like that cooked?" You mumbled, smile just barely clinging to your face. "Medium-rare. I like mines to be pink on the inside" He laughed gravelly, and you tried to act like he wasn't comparing a steak to someone's vagina.

The same man nudged Bill, this time a little harder and more serious than last time. "Sorry 'bout him. I'll do the medallions" You nodded at him as you wrote down his order, murmuring how it was alright. The other men just started to throw their orders out there, placing their menus down in the middle once you had their request scribbled down. You gathered all the menus and dropped them off to the front, exhaling as you made your way to the kitchen in order to get your tables food started.

As you pushed the door open, you groaned when you saw how chaotically busy it was getting, loud chattering and banging filling the space. Orders were lined up and quickly being pushed out, some of the other waiters brushing past with their own trays of food in hand. Glancing around for someone, you awkwardly handed off the papers to the nearest chef. Getting ready to exit out the kitchen, feeling as though you were in the way the sound of applause rang out from the front, and all movement around seem to freeze for split second. You all looked around at each other, mirroring faces of confusion before Tyler came barreling through the doors.

"Norman fucking Reedus just fucking walked in and I swear on everythin' I love I'm gon’ go absloutely mad" She rambled, bouncing with energy.

“I thought he wasn’t supposed to come til tomorrow?” The head chef spoke, rising a brow from where he was manning a large grill.

Tyler rolled her eyes, charging towards rhe back office. “Who cares? He’s here now ‘nd I need ta’ make sure I look good!” She got about halfway, before turning back around grabbing you by the wrist, resuming her mission to the office.

Inside, she shuffled over to hee stuff, digging through a backpack and pulling out a makeup bag, plopping down in a seat and pulling up the lens of her phone. “So what’s the big deal?”

“Wha’s tha’ big deal?” Her eyes almost bulged out of her head, staring at you in shock and a bit of horror. “Oh, nothin’, jus’ tha’ he’s tha’ sexiest guy in Hollywood”

You scoffed at her, “Sexy ain’t nothing if he’s shit in the sheets” shaking your head.

Tyler groaned, curling her lashes carefully. “Ya’ don’ even know wha’ yer talkin’ ‘bout. He’s a munch, certifiable”

“Psh. I’ll believe that when I see it.” You say, turning to walk out the office and get a look at this guy for yourself.

“Wait!” Tyler held out her hand, rising to her feet. “Yer not leavin’ without a little touchup. One of us is gettin’ lucky tonight and it’s gon’ be me. If ya’ fuck him, I want all them details” She spoke as she maneuvered you to sit in the chair, tilting your your head up and insecpting your face.

“If I do fuck him it’ll just be so I can get ahold of his wallet” You murmur, closing your eyes as she dusted the lids of them with glitter, brushing some down the bridge of your nose. “Well ya’ better share some with me” She pinched your nose, and you swatted playfully at her, smirking. “I’ll think about it”

She swipes a glossy layer of gloss over your lips, before her own, tossing the contents of her makeup back into the bag and the bag back into her backpack. The kitchen has returned to loud clamoring and pots and pans being banged together, servers dashing in and out with their orders.

Nearby by, the food for your first table was waiting patiently for you, and you gasped softly. “Oh wow this stuff actually looks really good!”

Tyler held out the dish tray for you, again, holding it with both hands and verbally helping you to cram all four dishes on there, the flatbread being a long and awkward dish. “The salmon is super good. I probably done’ forced the kitchen ta’ make it fer m’bout a hundred times now” She laughed as she spoke, gingerly handing off the the tray to you. “Don’ drop nothin’”

“Now why would you even say that?” You roll your eyes at her, and lightly kick her shin, turning on your heel quickly to walk out the kitchen when she frowned your actions.

You pushed the door open with your hip and walked back out into the busy dining area, a smile on your face as you approached the family with their food, placing the tray down on the table so you could hand out their plates easily. The mother helped by taking her flatbread off, humming as she made sure it was exactly what she had wanted. “Could I get anything else for you folks tonight?” You politely asked, sliding the tray off the table and back under your arm. “Nope! Thank you, you’ve been so kind and helpful” The woman smiled back at you, and you slightly bowed your head before leaving them to their meal.

“I should be back with you guys food as well. Another round while we wait?” You stopped by the mens table, observing their almost empty mugs and giving a thumbs up at their rowdy agreement. “And my apologies for the wait. At least you had plenty of menu looking time right?” You joked lightly as you finally approached your third table for the night, a small group of friends who seemed like easy people to deal with.

“Ahaha, not much. We were pretty hung up on drinks. I think we’re all gonna try the Bloody Nicotero” One of the women spoke, glancing around the table for her friends confirmations. They all nodded in agreement, and another girl requested for a cup of water. “Would you like table water? For all of you!” They nodded, and you scribbled down the few drinks. “I’ll be right back with those” You smile at them, and as soon as you walk out the section it totally drops.

“Hey, muscle man!” You called out to him, leaning over the bartop. He eyed you from the side, finishing the drink he was currently pouring before moving over to you, a brow raised. “I have a name y’know” He pointed to the tag, but you ignored him, raising your own finger and pointing to the group’s order. “What the hell is a bloody Nekot… Nickote- Tar?-“

“Nicotero. And it really packs a punch” A man spoke suddenly from behind you, making you instinctively jump with your hands raised. “My God! Didn’t your momma teach you not to walk up behind people?” You huffed and put a hand over your thumping heart, turning back to the bartender to promptly ignore the asshole behind you.

“So like I was saying- What? Why’re you looking like that?” You glance at his stun face, and turn back to the man behind you, a curious smile tugging his lips. “Are you Nicotero?” You quirk a brow, and the bartender sputters.

The man lets out a light chuckle, shaking his head which made his wavy curls bounce. His hair was fair dark and stopped at his shoulders, his bangs attractively pushed back by a pair of sunglasses. He was pretty tall, and very well built, eyes lingering on his musclar arms longer than they should’ve. Your eyes flickered down to the skull inked on his hand, and then back up to his face.

“Nope. Nicotero is the other guy. I’m just Norman” His voice was smooth and rich, but not quite deep. It had a light and airy feel to it, very gentle on the ears.

Norman. Norman… “Reedus?” He nodded. Oh, well, shit. “Don’ know if you were aware of this pretty girl but I own this place” He spoke casually and easily.

“I wasn’t actually. I’ve only lived here for a week” You told him, watching as the bartender busied himself with your group’s drinks, as well as the men’s beers. “And this is my first day working here, and right now you, Norman, are being a distraction”

He raised a bow, smile only growing across his lips as he spoke. “That’s just what I do best darling”

You placed the tray down on the bartop and assist the man in fitting both the bloodies and waters onto the platter, slowly and very carefully picking it up.

Norman stepped out your way, and as you shuffled past him you stopped to whisper in his ear. “I feel like there’s a lot else you do best” You murmured, flirtatiously winking and walking into your section, greeting the friend group with a smile.

“Got your drinks here folks, heard these things knock your socks off so good luck” You joke as you hand out straws, clicking your pen and flipping through your notepad. “Is everyone ready to order?” You press the tip of the pen into the paper, writing down the first order shouted out and going down the line. There was a simple mix of burgers and salads, a few people had special requests on how they wanted their food to be which you wrote underneath, small but big at the same time.

You collected their menus, letting them know you'd have their food out shortly and whisking away, dropping the menus off at the front and walking quickly to the kitchen, glancing at Javi who seemed to be conversing with Norman. You pushed the door open and huffed a sigh of relief when the men's food was sitting there waiting. Placing the tray down, you loaded the plates on the best you could, having to carry two of them out with your other hand, balancing one on your forearm.

Another waitress saw you as she entered the kitchen, and she politely held the door open for you, nodding as you thanked her on your way out.

"Not gonna drop that are you?" Javi questioned when you walked back past, causing Norman to turn and glance at you.

You continue walking away, a smirk pulling your lips. "Not if you stop talking" The feeling of eyes lingering on your back makes a chill run up your spine, and part of you swears that you can feel butterflies in your stomach.

The men see you approaching their table, and at first, they start cheering but quiet down when they realize you were balancing heavy plates, resuming their celebration once the food is safely placed on the table. You call out the names of dishes to find their rightful owner, watching the men grab their plates and eagerly start eating, satisfied groans sounding from the table. With that, you left them to eat and returned back to the family, who was chatting amongst themselves and seemed finished with their food, most of it half eaten.

"Would you guys like some to-go boxes?" You smile, and the mother nods, "Yes please, and you can bring the tab as well," mirroring the kind smile you gave her.

You informed her you'd be right back with that, quickly walking out of the section and to the kitchen, glancing around. "Where's Tyler?" You asked a nearby chef, and he furrowed his brows, tilting his head in confusion. You repeated your question, a little louder this time, and he made an 'O' face, pointing to the office. You thanked him, and made your way back there, knocking before creaking the door open.

"What are you doing?" You stare at her, sitting in the chair with a tall cup and her phone in her hand. "Wha'? I needed my coffee" She shrugged, a smile playing on her lips. "Talk to my beloved husband yet?" You rolled your eyes at that, stepping inside the office, but catching yourself. "Wait! Uh, my first table is ready to pay"

"Oh!" Tyler kicked herself off the chair, stretching and taking another sip of her caffeine. "C'mere, lemme show ya'" She said as she ushered you out. She led you through the kitchen, bringing you to a section behind the door you hadn't even noticed was there.

There was a computer with a list of waiters and waitresses on them, table numbers as well as totals on it. You spotted your name, and read the first tables total, which actually wasn't a bad price at all. "Jus' click tha', and then the huge print button" Tyler pointed, tapping the screen as she explained. The machine behind the computer whizzed to life, printing out a receipt. "They want boxes?" She questioned and you nodded, watching as she reached her hand down and pulled four to-go boxes out. You took them from her silently, blinking as if she had just performed a magic trick.

Tyler tore the receipt out of the machine, clicking her pen and scribbling something down. As she did, the machine began to print once again, and Tyler pulled out a slim booklet from underneath. "It prints twice 'cause tha' second receipt is tha' one tha' customer signs" She said as she took the paper out the machine, sticking it into the booklet, and handing it to you.

You took it from her with a smile. "Thanks. I did talk to Norman, and he's alright. Nothing too special" She gawked at your words, and started to playfully smack you with her hands. "Ugh! Ya' don' know wha' yer yappin' 'bout! Tha' man will change yer life" She harped, voice fading as you walked out the kitchen, lips stuck in a smile as you brought over your first tab of the night.

The rest of your shift went by with a breeze, the number of people coming in was now lessening and coming in pairs of two and four. It wasn't as busy anymore, and the air around seemed to be less tense.

You only had about one more hour left before you were done, and had about two tables still waiting for their food. You were ecstatic that your first night had gone by without any mishaps or complaints, having received generous tips from all your tables throughout.

On your way back to the kitchen to check on your last few orders, you spotted Norman sitting alone at the bar with a small drink in hand as he seemed to do something on his phone. You aren't sure what came over you, but you found yourself quietly approaching from behind.

"Shouldn't you be riding away in a limo back to your mansion?" He jumped slightly at the sudden sound of your voice, turning towards you with a small smile. "Maybe, but I didn't wanna leave without getting to know you better" You raised a brow at that. "Seriously? I'm just a waitress. Shouldn't you be like screwing around with models?"

Norman laughed at that, shaking his head a little. "Who's to say you aren't a model?"

"Well, aren't you just a real charmer" You giggled, feeling a heat rising to your cheeks. "What? You wanna take me home or something?" You said jokingly, standing more off to his side now.

You observed the look on his face, soft, interested, yet so dark. His piercing blue eyes shamelessly raked over your figure, tongue darting out over his lips. "Yeah. I really do" He whispered, eyes landing on yours. "Can I?"

"Not very celeb-like taking home staff don't you think?" You hummed, taking his drink and downing the rest, a mix between whiskey and coke. "It would be quite unprofessional for you to take me to your house when I get off in thirty minutes, very unprofessional indeed" You sensually mumbled, tossing him a final cheeky glance before disappearing into the kitchen, almost sprinting to the back office to go find Tyler, giddy smile tugging your lips.

Staring at his now empty glass, head resting in his hand, Norman couldn't help the way his stomach flipped, excitement and anticipation building up as your words rang out in his head.

Thirty minutes had felt like a whole other hour, and you heaved a sigh of relief when you finally clocked out, purse slung over your shoulder and your sweater draped over yourself in a puny attempt to shield yourself from the cold.

Tyler had almost flipped the table over when you told her, jumping off the walls and excitedly shaking you, squealing as she rambled about all the things she thought were gonna happen, yelling that you needed to tell her every detail afterward. She even downright begged for you to get some pictures.

She had already left in her car to go home, slamming the digits of her number into your phone and pulling you into a tight hug, telling you to be safe and text her as soon as you got to your next destination, threatening to send out a search squad.

You stood outside, mindlessly rolling a rock under your foot and swiping through Insta, starting to wonder if a literal A-list celeb had just totally played in your face. Minutes went by and you started to feel a little offended, rightfully so, deciding to start making your way back home instead of waiting around like an idiot. As you were walking, you texted Tyler that you were leaving, that he had just left instead. Cars passed by and obviously none seemed to belong to someone who would own a restaurant. You scoffed, annoyed but not surprised.

As you rounded the corner to the street of your apartment building, you just so happened to crash into somebody smoking a cigarette, of coursing falling onto your ass like a dumbfuck.

"Damn, tryna run away from me gorgeous?" Norman's light voice sounded, and you blinked your eyes into focus. "Been looking for you" You grumbled as he easily lifted you off the ground, taking a drag from the cigarette. "Sorry. I get bored sitting still for too long" He shrugged, smiling cheekily at you. "Ready to go?"

"Go where? My house is right there" You shook your head, gesturing towards the building.

Norman waved his hand, dismissing you. "Nah. Gonna take you for a little ride. C'mon," He took a final pull, stubbing his cig out on the wall and motioning for you to follow him.

He led you back down the sidewalk and a little distance from the restaurant, making easy and light conversation. It felt like you had known him forever with the way he casually joked around with you, your heart fluttering a little each time he laughed.

He walked you over to a sleek and shiny motorcycle, standing on the other side of it with his hand held out, offering you some help with climbing onto the back of his bike. "A romantic bike ride? And here I thought you had ghosted me" You laughed when he himself straddled the bike, the engine roaring to life.

"Ghosted? Someone like you? Never doll" Norman chuckled over the rumble of his bike, kicking the stand out and rolling out the parking lot, glancing both ways for any passing cars.

You wrapped your arms around his middle when he started to pick up speed, turning off Senoia's main road and revving the engine, motorcycle quickly shooting forward. "Not so fast!" You gasp, tightening your hold. He laughed, patting one of your hands with his. You put your head on his shoulder to get a better view of the road, catching a strong whiff of his very expensive-smelling cologne, an exotic herbal smell that attracted you to him more, a heat shooting down to your core.

Norman caught a glimpse of your lust-filling eyes in his side mirror, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he knew he was in for a treat tonight, almost instinctively revving his engine again to speed up, but obeyed your request to not go too fast. He drove with the flow of traffic, listening to you awe over the lights and buildings. "Ever been to Atlanta?"

"Atlanta? Wh-why are we going there?" You stammered, taken aback since well, that was bit of a distance.

"Oh no doll, we aren't going. Yer just back there 'oh'ing and 'awe'ing I figured not" Norman chuckled, laughing when you smacked his shoulder. "Hold on, we're almost there" This time he revved his engine again, weaving between cars.

It made you feel like a teenager again, getting whisked away at night to some random guys house for an hour or two of fun, just to be dropped off somewhere unknown but close to home. It brought you back to your early twenties also, the years having been filled with nothing but hungover days and drunken nights, latching onto some poor guy who was willing to buy you every shot you down, likely in hopes of getting laid.

Sitting on the back of Norman’s bike however, something your gut told you this would be a little more than just a plain hook-up. Tyler’s words rang out in your head, and you couldn’t help but start to wonder if this really would change your life.

The traffic on the road dispersed as he drove further out, eventually turning down a quiet and dirt road.

“Whoa, I ain’t about to get murdered am I?” You joked, but you were really asking.

Norman chuckled, squeezing your hand and even looping his fingers through. “Nah. I’d take you out somewhere pretty”

“You wanna take me out or take me to bed?” You wiggled your fingers in his hold as a mock wiggle of the brows.

“Maybe I wanna do both”

Jesus, this man was something else.

The dirt road continued out for a couple of miles out, gravel and rocks crunching under the spinning tires of his bike. The road seemed to be hidden by a tall grassy field and towering trees, the only sound interrupting the peace being the rumble of Norman’s engine.

He made another turn, the tall field of grass seeming endlessly as he drove until you could barely make out what looked like houses at the top of a field. Shit, maybe he really was gonna murder you?

Norman revved the engine and the motorcycle picked up speeds, whipping the cool country air into your face and probably messing up your tied hair. The large houses came closer into view, huge properties with cars in driveways and lights on. The houses were scattered, your next-door neighbor being about five normal houses away.

Norman rolled down the street at a slower speed as to not disturb his neighbors, approaching a dark and gated house. The gates opened after the man pressed a few buttons on his phone, the outside lights of the home fading on and making it look more welcoming.

The gates closed behind the two of you when he rumbled onto the large driveway, lazily parking his bike right where he was.

This time you didn’t need any help, swinging yourself off the motorcycle and immediately tossing your arms up to stretch as you stared at the literal mansion you were about to walk into.

“C’mon. Did you get a chance to eat?” Norman placed a hand on your hip and led you to the front door, some fancy thumbprint technology letting him in.

“Not yet,” You smile softly as you enter the home, standing in the boxed-off foyer. “I got whisked away before I could escape back home”

“Well, I surely didn’t bring you here to starve you. Take your shoes off, I’ll mix something up” Norman said as he took his own shoes off, socked feet quiet against his wooden floors.

You toed off your own shoes next to his and followed, staring in awe at the midsized entrance. Two staircases descended on either side, leading to an equally large-looking upstairs with a small balcony.

Straight ahead, there was an opening that led out to the spacious main area, tall industrial windows covered the walls in the living room, paired with ceiling-to-floor navy blue curtains tied back so as to probably let in the earlier sunlight. The kitchen was big as well, with dark and wooden cabinets matched to grey ash-colored granite counters with specs of black obsidian throughout.

You had never seen such a gorgeous home, marveling at how clean it was. It had a luxurious feel while still being homely at the same time, a few paintings and sculptures hung up on the walls, sitting on table tops.

“This place is beautiful,” You said after taking a minute to fully appreciate the decor, resting your hip against the counter. “Do you live here?” You placed your purse down.

Norman laughed from somewhere, rounding a corner with an expensive-looking bottle of whiskey. “For the moment. I’m usually out in New York, but I have to be here for some work” You watched as he poured two glasses, handing you one a small smile.

You clinked the glasses together and both threw them back, the liquid burning your throat as well as your chest. “What do you do for work?” You said as you cleared your throat.

“Well right now we’re shooting,” Norman said casually, turning and opening the large fridge.

“A movie?” You question, pulling at the collar of your shirt.

The man chuckled slightly, “Do you have any ideaa who I am?” turning to you with a playful smile tugging his lips.

You scoffed, cheeks heating up a little bit because, well, “No, not really. My co-worker seemed to be a fan though”

“Oh really now? What’d she tell you?” Norman quipped, chopping and tossing the ingredients for what you could see was a really stuffed chicken salad.

“That you were the sexiest guy in Hollywood” He laughed at that, and you couldn’t help but stare at his broad shoulders from behind, watching his back muscles as he fixed the food.

“Well?” He said after a minute, and you realized you had zoned out. “What?”

Norman glanced at you, a dark look in his blue eyes. “Do you agree with her?”

You stared at him for a moment, before slowly approaching, stopping only a few centimeters short from him.

“Make me agree with her” You whispered, batting your lashes as you ran your finger up his arm.

Norman halted his movements, staring at you before his eyes flickered down to your lips, not hesitating to lean down and kiss them.

“Ya’ ain’t got no clue what you’re askin’ for, doll” He rasped, disregarding the half-made salad as he gripped your waist, lifting you off your feet and onto the island top, slotting himself between your legs as he moved to capture your lips in another kiss, this one way more eager and heated.

You moaned softly into his mouth as his hands caressed and fondled your waist, sliding down to your hips and pulling you closer against him, pressed his bulge into your clothed cunt.

He kissed you calculated yet sloppily, tongue swirling around in your mouth as his fingers slipped under your uniform. You hooked an arm around the back of his neck and bit down on his bottom lip, hard enough to where he groaned painfully. “Come on, impress me already”

“Whadd’ya want from me?” Norman started to kiss and lick your neck, but you yanked his head back by his hair, for starters yanking the pokey sunglasses off. “I wanna see what you’ve got, maybe like,” You trailed a hand down his chest, pushing him hard so he stumbled into the counter behind him. “What you’ve got in your pants?”

You kicked yourself off the island, pulling the hair ties out your hair and fluffing it out, dropping down to crawl over to Norman, evil smile taking over your lips as you scratched your nails down his denim jeans, mouthing and placing open mouth kisses over his straining cock.

Norman groaned above you, “Think ya can handle it?” a hand coming down and tangling into your hair.

“Can you handle it?” You retort, taking the zipper of his jeans between your teeth and unzipping them, popping the button open.

You tugged his boxers down, very unexpectedly getting smacked in the face by his cock, a good thick eight inches. His tip was red and leaky, the veins running along his shaft pulsating. You had been with your fair share of big guys, but Norman was quite impressive, your fingers stretching when you wrapped them around him.

You gave him a few experimental strokes, playfully looking up at him through your lashes as you run your tongue from his balls, all the way up to the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around it and taking it into your mouth, sucking the salty pre-cum off.

Norman’s hips jerked slightly, a mumble of curses falling from his lips as he tightened his grip on your hair. “M’not gonna be very nice to ya’ if you keep it up” He grunted, his face a little flushed.

“Didn’t want you to be nice in the place” You mused as you licked down the sides of his throbbing dick, smearing spit from your tongue as you went along. “Such a big cock but do you even know how to use it?”

Norman scoffed slightly, “Ya’ really don’t know who I am” rolling his hips when you took only his tip past your lips.

“Gonna show me?” You wiggled your butt a little, a surge of excitement coursing through you when rough hands gathered all your hair in one. “Yup, gon’ make you remember it too. Open that little bratty ass mouth wide” He tugged your head back, and you moaned, stretching open your lips as well curling your tongue inside your mouth.

Norman slowly slid himself inside, grunting at the warm wetness engulfing him as he leisurely rocked his hips, thrusting half his cock past your lips. There was an uncomfortable stretch the more he pushed in, a slight burning sensation as he worked himself in.

“I know this pretty throat can take a lot more, c’mon girl” Norman rasped, tilting your head further back and holding himself at his base, pushing in until his tip hit the back of your throat.

You relaxed your gag muscles, staring up at him innocently as you started to slide the head of his cock down, Norman letting out a thick hum as his grip in your hair tightened and his eyes fluttered, his hips jerking forward. He snapped the rest of his length suddenly down into your throat, a harsh grunt coming from him when your moan vibrated through him.

He pulled his hips back and sent them forward again, going smoothly back down in one thrust, repeating this action a few times. Norman watched how all his cock disappeared past your plush lips, nose nuzzled in his well-trimmed pubes before he pulls his hips back, leaving only the tip in before fully sliding right back down.

You squeezed your thighs together each time he plunged his cock into your mouth, eyes rolling shut as he started to increase his pace, only pulling himself out halfway now.

“Takin’ me so well gorgeous,” Norman said in a low, husky drawl. “S’like ya’ were made for this”

He was practically humping your face at this point, his own a bright shade of red as pants, and small gasps came from him, flat-out fucking your mouth. Each little noise that came from him made your cunt throb.

Speaking of throbbing, you could feel the way Norman’s cock was pulsating in your throat, deep and shaky grunts starting to come from him. His hips sped up, the sound of his balls slapping against your chin slightly echoing in the spaciousness, the soft gagging of his cock abusing your throat only heard between the two of you, followed soon by Norman’s heavy whimpers, grip on your hair impossibly tight.

His hips stuttered, cock twitching and spasming as he spilled deep inside your throat, trying your best to swallow but you sputtered around him, cum dribbling from the sides of your mouth.

Norman pulled himself out from your mouth, groaning softly at the cool air hitting his sloppy dick as it rested still painfully hard against your equally messy lips, gasping as you stared up at him.

“Impressed yet?” He raised a brow, out of breath himself.

You ran your tongue over your top lip, tasting his bitter release with a smile. “I thought you weren’t gonna be nice? I think you’re being quite boring if you ask me” You teasingly spoke.

Norman smirked, “Who said I was done? By the time m’done with ya’, your body will remember the shape of my cock” He said, snapping himself all the way back down into your throat, not wasting any time before he was fucking into it. He was still a little sensitive from his first orgasm, each bump of his tip pulling a husky whine from him.

It didn’t take long at all before he was already starting to get weak in the knees, each thrust feeling better than the last. He increased his pace, breathing picking up as small whimpers and gasps fell from his lips, a few final strokes before he was cumming down your throat, holding you flush against his navel as you swallowed the best you could.

He pulled out, leaving only the head of his cock on your tongue as he rutted against it, drawing out his orgasm until he was spent, cock softening when he pulled completely out.

You swallowed his load while staring right into his eyes, fluttering your lashes with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Salad can wait. I wanna see wha’s hidin’ under this uniform” Norman said as he suddenly leaned down, scooping you up and tossing you over a sturdy shoulder, strong arm keeping you secure by your middle.

You let out a high yelp at the change in position, bouncing slightly as he trudged out of the kitchen, tugging at your pants as he climbed the stairs. He tossed them somewhere for you to hunt down in the morning, letting out a satisfied chuckle at your round backside, smacking a bubbly cheek. You giggled around a moan, especially when he firmly squeezed that cheek and spread it, helping himself to the view of your soaked panties, a dark red with black lace.

He pushed open a door to a huge and luxurious bedroom, the bed he dropped you on feeling like a cloud pulled straight out of the sky. Norman tore his shirt off, you doing the same as he dipped down, dragging his lips and teeth across your dark skin, sucking and biting as he explored your exposed collarbone.

You groaned and shamelessly wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him down to feel his already-hardening cock against your wet heat. Norman seemed to have something different in mind.

“Wanna sit on my face, sweet girl?” He murmured into your ear, brushing curly hair out your face. “Did so well fer me, gotta return the favor”

“You don’t gotta ask me twice,” You said in a honeyed voice, using your legs to flip your positions.

Norman landed with a small sound, looking up at you as you rolled your hips down on where you had his cock trapped between your two bodies. His hands traveled up to your waist, caressing and fondling the deep skin.

You looked like a goddess straddling him, curly hair flowing everywhere and framing your upper half, Norman’s eyes flickering down to your black bra where your tits were practically spilling out. You crawled towards his face, dragging your core heat up his abs and pressing it on his chest, towering angelically above him.

“I hope you don’t disappoint me” You tease, lifting yourself up onto your knees as you stuff your panties to the side, heart racing a little.

Norman licked his lips, hands squeezing your hips as he watched you toy with your clit. “Wouldn’t be able to forgive myself” He whispered, tugging you towards him.

You lowered yourself down, Norman more so pulling you down onto his waiting tongue, licking a warm stripe up your aching cunt, a pleased moan coming from you as you gripped the headboard, rolling your hips.

He started at your clit, flattening his tongue and giving the puffy bundle of nerves multiple hard licks, waves of electricity shooting through all your limbs, down to your tightly curled toes. He took the small bud into his mouth, sucking hard and rubbing the tip of his tongue against the raw nerves, making you gasp and rut down onto him.

Norman seemed to be enjoying himself, soft groans of his own coming from him as he started to slide his tongue between your folds, teasing your entrance before swirling around your clit, repeating the action a few more times. He used his grip on your hips to steadily rock you back and forth in time with his deep licks.

Eventually, he slid his tongue all the way inside your hole, curling it as well as thrusting it in and out. “Mmm, fuck yes, keep using that fucking tongue in me” You were almost bouncing on his face at this point, passionately moaning as he curled the wet muscle into you, harshly licking as his nose bumped against your clitoris.

His hands encouraged your movements, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass as he plunged his tongue as deep into you as he could. His cock twitched and needily ached, hips slightly jerking upward into the air. You ground your clit down on the tip of his nose, body rolling as he worked you closer and closer to the edge.

Norman could feel you clenching around his tongue, deciding to speed up your nearing orgasm by suddenly slipping out you, replacing his nose on your clit for his tongue, and filling your back up with two thick fingers, blissfully curling right into your sweet spot. You moaned loudly as one of your hands tangled in his hair, gripping roughly. Your body trembled as he fingered you in time with his tongue, bone-crushing weight washing over you as your hole spasmed around his wiggling digits, grinding down on his tongue until you just couldn’t take it anymore, groaning as you could feel your used cunt leaking juices all over his hand and face.

You were both gasping for air when you lifted yourself onto wobbly knees, Norman’s fingers slipping out as you kept yourself steady by gripping the headboard with both hands.

“Are ya’ impressed now?” He asked, audibly out of breath as he licked your slick from his glistening lips.

You scoff, smiling down at him. “A little, but I’d like to get to the main course now,” You said, swinging a leg and crawling off from above him. “No more side dishes”

Norman watched as you discarded the drenched pair of panties somewhere in the room, landing on the wooden floor with a small slap. You yanked your socks up, taking a needed second to ball them together before tossing them as well, starting to grab at Norman’s unbuttoned pants.

He helped kick them off, murmuring to you as he tugged his own socks off. “Forgot ta’ take yer bra doll”

“That’s your job, mister famous” You chuckle as he comes up behind you, hands exploring your bare melanin skin as they run up your sides, climbing and cupping your breast, circling to your back to unclasp the bra hooks. He threw the final piece of garment onto the floor, pulling you flush against his front.

He started sucking on your neck, one of his hands fondling your tit while the other snaked down to toy with your puffy clit. He rubbed his cock between your cheek, biting and licking his way to your shoulder. He pinched and rolled your nipple with his fingers, trailing his lips up the side of your neck and nibbling on your pulse.

You moaned softly when his hand dropped your tit, coming up to brush your hair out the way, gathering it in a tight but gentle grip as he tugged your head back onto his shoulder, dragging his tongue across your newly exposed throat, up the underside of your jaw till he reached your lips, capturing them in his.

Norman’s cock twitched against you when your hand joined the one still fingering your clit, scratching his skin with your nails gingerly as he slowly kissed you, deep and lustful. You blindly reached your hand behind yourself and felt around for his dick, a small grunt coming from him when your fingers grazed his tip. “Ya’ ready fer me?” He murmured against your lips.

“Been ready since I got here” You sass, dropping down onto your elbows with round hips in the air. “You better fuck me like you mean it”

A hand landed on your ass, Norman’s other still holding up your hair, grip a little tighter now as he burned the image of your arch into his head, the hand he spanked you with spreading your cheek, thumbing your pussy as he pressed his tip to your entrance, greedily sucking him in.

He was big, but you were so wet and dripping to the point he just completely slid in, unrestrained groan coming out his chest as his entire cock was swallowed up and wrapped in your squishy walls, almost immediately starting to find a rhythm with his hips.

Norman’s fingers curled into the fat flesh of your ass, “Takin’ all of m’so goddamn well baby girl, could fuck this pussy for fuckin’ days” spreading you apart so he could watch the way his cock was sliding into you and blissfully stretching you open.

“Pound me already, I thought you were gonna be a meanie tonight” You drawl as you roll your head from side to side, pushing back needily against him.

He gripped your hair at the roots suddenly, yanking it roughly to pull you up onto your arms, almost pulling himself all the way out before slamming right into a sensitive bundle of nerves, mewl of pleasure racking your body as he started to relentlessly and mercilessly thrust into your body, so deep that you thought he was actually in your stomach for a moment.

You gasped and sputtered as he pulled you back by your hair in time with his harsh hips, huffing as he started to fuck you with all his strength. Each slam of his hips sent his cock flying into your cervix, each one leaving you more breathless than the last. “Got real quiet all of a sudden girl. This wha’ ya’ want?”

Norman’s fingers were fisted in your hair, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated in the large room, bed quietly squeaking as he railed you, watching how each forward thrust of his hips made your ass bounce, a wet sound coming from where his balls slapped against your clit.

“Yes, Oh fuck yes,” You mewl, eyes rolling back as your toes curled. “Harder, I know you can fuck me so much harder” Norman groans at your words, yanking you back onto your knees flush against his front and wrapping a hand around your throat, dropping his grip in curly hair to tightly grip your hip, jamming the entirety of his cock into your body, poking spots you didn’t even know were there.

He quickly resumed his unforgiving pace, pounding into you so deep and so rough, you choked out small sobs with each hit of his tip, gasping as you started to lose air. It was everything Tyler told you it would be and more, dots starting to cloud your vision and prickle under your skin, clenching as you could feel each thrust send you further and further to the edge.

You can tell Norman can feel it too, resting his sweaty forehead against your shoulder as he starts to lose rhythm slightly, pace not faltering as his cock twitches inside you, so tight and hot, your cunt squeezing his full dick like never before. It made Norman’s head fuzzy and a little dizzy, fueling the buzz he had from the earlier alcohol, though he only had about maybe three drinks total tonight. He was purely drunk off your body, letting out a soft whimper as he throbbed, on the verge of his orgasm.

“Feels so good, don’ wanna pull out of ya’…” Norman mumbled as he rocked himself into you, grunting when his tip nudged against your cervix. “Might just hafta’ stuff ya’ beautiful”

You rolled your head back onto his shoulder, his grip around your throat loosening as you cheekily smiled. “Yes please, let’s make a mess” Norman mirrored your expression before reaching down and capturing your lips in a deep kiss, swirling his tongue around yours.

He pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip in before sliding all the way back inside, hungrily groaning into your mouth as he repeated the action, downright stroking his cock using your cunt. "Jus' gonna let me to fill this pretty pussy? Pump you full of all my cum?" Norman groaned, increasing his pace as his hot mouth landed on your neck, his teeth and beard scraping the skin as he continued his deep strokes, still pounding blissfully into you.

"God yes, give it all to me" You moan, rough fingers coming back up to your hair. Norman forcefully pinned your upper half down into the fluffy sheets, his other hand firmly gripping your ass as he fucked into you like an animal, shoving his whole dick into your cunt from tip to base. You let out a high keen with every unforgiving thrust, each one sending you a little closer to the edge.

Norman huskily panted, whimpering a little as he sped up, this time pulling you back onto his cock to meet his hips as he started to really fuck you, now railing into you with all his strength. Uncontrolled whines came from you, eyes rolling as his hand tightly gripped your scalp, each loud slap of his pelvis against your backside sent you lurching forward, only to be yanked back by the fistful of curly hair.

Your walls were practically milking his cock, so warm and wet around him, greedily sucking him in with every thrust, squeezing the entirety of his length as he increased his pace even more, letting out unrestrained gasps and grunts as his hips begin to stutter in their rhythm. “Fuck m’gonna fuckin’ cum” Norman chokes out, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he groaned with each hot drag of your cunt, cock twitching and throbbing inside you as he fucked himself closer and closer over the edge. “Jus’ keep fuckin’ takin’ me doll, takin’ me so damn well”

His words made you tighten up around him, and it was all he need to fly off the handle, tossing his head back as his hips sputtered, cock slipping out of your stretched hole with an audible pop, Norman softly groaning as he came all over your twitching pussy, suddenly pushing himself inside and letting out a loud, shaky whimper, fingers curling in your hair as he started to fuck into you again, followed by the filthy squleching of Norman’s cock sliding into your ruined cunt, his cum becoming a creamy mess were it was being pushed in and out, dribbling down your folds to your clit where his balls slapped lewdly against.

“So fucking good for me, ya’ve got such a perfect pussy ‘could fuck you all day” Norman purred, dipping his head down to latch onto the skin of your already marked shoulder, sinking his teeth into the flesh and shuddering when he seemed to slip impossibly deeper into you. His hand fell from your hair, both palms falling firmly on either side of your head. "Feels like a goddamn dream" He snapped forward, breathing hot in your ear and gently nibbling on it. One of your hands wrapped around his wrist, helpless gasps falling from you with each drag of his cock, feeling the throbbing veins which each thrust.

Your nails curled into his skin, eyes fluttering shut as your second orgasm built rapidly in your gut, whines of pleasure spilling past your lips. You couldn't even speak, each hard snap of his hips knocking the words straight out your chest. Norman roughly groaned in your ear, hotly kissing and licking at your bare shoulder. You were both so close, it only fueled his animalistic pace as he sped up.

Norman fisted the comforter in his hands, the skin tingling and raw from where you dug into it, little half-crescents decorating the back of his hand, and puffy lines sprouting blood on his arm, sweet sobs coming from you with every jab of his cock. Norman buried his sweaty face into the crook of your neck, sucking and biting the skin, his beard scratchy as he trailed his lips up to your pounding pulse. A breathy, shaky whimper came from him as he stuttered in his movements, pressing himself deep as he spilled into you for the second time, capturing your kiss in a greedy and heated kiss, moaning into each other's mouth as he drew out your shared orgasm.

When he pulled out with a slick pop, softly humming as the cold air hit his cock, you were both thoroughly fucked and completely worn out, panting heavily with Norman still halfway on top of you.

“Are ya' impressed yet?” He huffed out, a smirk forming on his face as he tugged your head back.

With a deep exhale and a small smile playing on your lips, you looked over at him with heavy, satisfied eyes. "I guess I am"

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Okay, I absolutely LOVED writing this request. It practically consumed my life lol. I would definitely be open to more reqs like this where there’s a little bit of a plot, even though I already have so many that are unanswered 🥲🥲🥲

I was really nervous about posting this because I’m just not a fan of the ending but at this point all I can do is hope for the best

THAT BEING SAID If people are also interested in sending in more Norman requests… 🥶🧏🏾‍♀️ y’know where to hmu babe

ALSO SHOUTOUT TO MY FAV POOKIE TYLER WHO DIDNT EVEN KNOW I WAS USING HER AS A WAITRESS I LOOVE YOOU BABYGIRL MY OLDER SISSY FR 😝

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[fuckmymunson]

🎄𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲: Send me a character + prompt from this smut list ;)!

Eddie munson + “God, you feel amazing.”

Completely not inspired by my last post speaking of the song swim by chase atlantic. Short but effective cuz now I'm horny af.

18+, smut, drinking, pool sex 🥴.

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It was late at night, everyone was already back inside, sleepy and desperate for a hot shower. The chilly summer air had a painful bite on your body, nothing another beer couldn't fix.

Eddie and you were the only idiots who decided to stay inside the pool, and as he tossed you another can of cheap beer and slid back to the water, you couldn't help but to eye him. He was shirtless for once, and your eyes lingered on his tattoos and his happy trail, all the way down to his simple black swim shorts. He noticed you staring but he remained silent, not wanting to test his luck.

"Thanks" You muttered opening the beer and taking a long sip, hoping it would calm down your nerves.

"No problem" He shrugged and pulled his hair back into a bun, not missing the way you saw his arms and shoulders flexing. He did it slowly, putting up a whole show.

"My fingers are all wrinkly" You complained swimming to the edge where he was, placing the can on the stone edge and resting your forearms there. Your cherry red swimsuit clinging to your body like latex.

Eddie couldn't help but to stare as well. Everything about you was intoxicating and attractive. The curves of your body, the way your exposed back and neck glistened with the chlorine water. He wanted to yank your hair and smash his lips with yours, he wanted to devour you.

But friends don't do that, I guess.

But, you were so close to him… so, so close.

"Hey, Eds" You called him ever so sweetly. He leaned closer like a sailor attracted to a beautiful, singing mermaid. Close to his downfall. Close to a sin. "I like your hair like that, looks pretty"

"Yeah?" He asked, moving closer again, his naked arm touching yours. His eyes trailed your back to the curve of your ass, and you enjoyed it. Maybe too much. "I like your hair any way"

"You do?" Placing a hand on his arm, you squeezed the wet skin gently. "Hey, Eds"

Although it wasn't the only thing wet.

"Yes?" He could lose himself in the way your voice talked his name.

"Have you ever had sex in a pool?"

"No" His heart skipped a beat.

"Would you like to?"

He was on you in a flash. His lips crashing against your messy and hot. Eddie groaned into the kiss when you palmed him over his swimsuit, rubbing his half-hard. The need was mutual. His hands groped your ass rubbing his cock through the thin, soaked layers.

"Are you gonna let me fuck you?" He asked breathlessly against your neck, kissing your soft skin. "Because I've been dying to. You look so fucking hot in this swimsuit. Like a damn cherry I just wanna pop"

Eddie's large hands spun you, pressing your body against the pool's wall. His big hands squeezed your tits and yanked the swimsuit top down, quickly playing with your nipples. Your head rested on his shoulder, moaning in ecstasy. You could hear the others laughing inside, a reminder of how close you two were of getting caught.

"Do it, now" You parted your legs wider as his hand slid down, pushing your swimsuit away and quickly inserting a finger inside you.

Eddie groaned at the feeling and bit your neck, sucking your skin and leaving flashy marks. He hoped every time you looked at them you would remember him.

"Okay, okay" He nodded and hurriedly pulled his shorts down, his cock now fully exposed.

It really had to be quick.

He wasted no time aiming for your wet pussy, teasing your entrance with the tip, sliding it between your folds and even rubbing the leaky head over your clit sending sharp jolts of pleasure to your body. You whined impatiently and he just giggled.

"I know, I know princess" The pet name made you whimper again, causing his cock to twitch. "Gotta keep it down, okay? Don't want the others to know how much of a dirty girl you are" The bastard cooed at you while he slid in, splitting you open with his big cock.

You knew it was big, but dear heaven. It felt like he was never going to stop.

"Fuck—" Eddie groaned, placing his forehead on your shoulder, panting. You were his irl wet dream, everything he ever wanted. And this was happening. It wasn't him masturbating at the thought of you. "Fuck, you feel so—so good, baby"

You were on the same page, struggling to keep it down as he pounded in and out of you. "God— Eddie you feel amazing" You arched your back and snapped your hips back meeting his thrusting.

"Keep moving like that, yeah, shit. Baby you feel amazing too" Eddie gripped on your hips like if his life depended on it, panting and breathing heavily. "You are so tight— I'm trying so hard not to cum I swear"

"Let's go to your van" You suggested and he moaned in response. "Just grab a fucking towel and help me get out of here— I just want to ride you all night"

You felt his dick twitching inside you at your words. It was gonna be a long night.

[enid-rhees]

Oop, another idea has popped into my lil' brain lmaooo-

Alrighty, so imagine Enid and reader are out on a run with Glenn, Carl, and Tara maybe? When the reader gets her period...

Enid notices before anyone else does, and you take it from there lol~

When they get home, Enid surprises her with Chocolate, a movie, and cuddles! 💖

And I think it'd be super cool if you make an alternative ending where Enid fingers the reader and/or eats her out, because after all, orgasms help with cramps 🤭🥴...

hiii !! tysm for another request 🫶🏻🫶🏻 hope you enjoy <3

warnings: reader getting her period, mentions of blood, slight smut. MINORS DNI.

A/N: this is set during that 6 year time skip but Glenn and Carl are still alive becauseeeeee i said so 🫶🏻

something felt off when you left Alexandria with Glenn, Tara, Carl and Enid. you just couldn’t put your finger on it. you brushed it off, assuming it was just worries about going on a run. you sat in the backseat with Enid and Carl while Glenn drove with Tara in the passenger seat.

as Glenn drove out of the city to find a new area to search for food and supplies, you felt a mild discomfort from in your stomach, but chose to ignore it once more.

you leaned your head on Enid’s shoulder, already feeling tired from the long drive you weren’t looking forward to. she intertwined your hands together, resting them on your thigh. you felt her press a quick kiss to your head as you started to doze off, eyes lowering slowly. 

when your eyes opened again, you guys had already arrived at an abandoned grocery store. “hey,” Enid nudged your shoulder, everyone was already out of the car. “you feeling okay?” she asked.

“what? oh yeah, i’m fine. just got tired suddenly.” she gave you one look of concern before nodding. “okay. lets go, they’re all inside.” she got out first and you followed behind.

the second you stood up, you felt something run down your leg. your heart dropped as you stood frozen. Enid started to walk before she noticed you standing still. she turned around, “Y/N?”

you looked up at her, not knowing what to say and suddenly feeling embarrassed. she ran over to you, grabbing onto your arms. “what happened?” she asked you.

“i- i was having random pains and then i stood up… and-“ she nodded, already knowing what you were going to say. “it’s okay,” she breathed out. “come with me.” she took your hand and started to walk towards the entrance of the store.

when you walked in, she pulled you towards a back room and started to dig through her bag. “i always keep a few just in case.” Enid said, handing you a pad. you let out a sigh of relief, “you’re a life saver. i love you.”

Enid chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “i’ll be out there looking for stuff. come back out when you’re ready.”

you quickly slipped it on and went back out into the store to not concern anyone. everyone was still busy finding items to take home. you started to grab anything you saw, knowing anything would be helpful to Hilltop.

another cramp hit your side, causing you to bend over and hiss. you set your bag down, kneeling to the ground to wait out the pain. it has never felt like this before. you took a deep breath before standing back up.

you were there for another half hour before everyone gathered up by the exit, bags full of food and supplies. “everyone ready?” Glenn asked. you nodded and so did everyone else.

everyone got back in the car and Glenn drove off. you mentally prepared yourself for the long drive back. you were a few hours away from home.

you resumed your previous position and laid your head on Enid’s shoulder. she took your hand again, rubbing her thumb across your knuckles. a sharp pain landed on your side again and flinched, squeezing her hand.

“we’ll be home soon.” she whispered in your hair. “we’ll shower and cuddle in bed afterwards, how’s that sound?”

you smiled, feeling yourself become flushed from how much she cared for you. “really good.” you whispered back. she smiled back, pressing a short kiss to your lips.

when you made it back, you went to grab for your bag from the backseat, but Enid grabbed it first. “i got it, don’t worry. i don’t want your cramps to worsen.” she told you. “i’ll help them put everything away. i’ll meet you upstairs.”

you wanted to protest, but you knew she wouldn’t take no for an answer. “okay,” you sighed. “don’t take too long.” you teased.

you made your way upstairs, immediately going into the bathroom. after laying a towel on the ground, you turned the water on to the hottest setting. a long sigh of relief and content left your lips when the water hit your back. a few minutes later, you heard the door open and Enid’s figure came into view from the steamed glass.

she opened the shower door and walked in, immediately walking over to you and wrapping her arms over you. “how do you feel?” she asked. “better. especially now that you’re in here.”

your lips connected in a soft kiss. she ran her hands down your body, soothing the sore places. Enid pulled away, “let me wash your hair.” she reached for the shampoo bottle and poured some on the top of your head. she started to rub it in and massaged your scalp simultaneously. your eyes shut in complete relaxation.

after she rinsed it out, she pulled out the conditioner and applied it gently. you reached for the body wash, squeezing some into a loofah and starting to drag along Enid’s body. once the two of you were both done, Enid turned off the water and you stepped out of the shower.

you put on new pairs of clothes, throwing the blood stained ones in the laundry basket in the corner of your shared bedroom. you crawled into bed while Enid grabbed something from her bag.

she walked over to the bed, holding something behind her back. “what are you hiding?” you questioned, furrowing your brows. she got into bed with you, revealing a chocolate bar and a bag of your favorite chips.

you gasped, face lighting up instantly. “oh my god, Enid.” you pouted, feeling slightly emotional all of a sudden. “i figured they would help a bit.” she said softly.

you grabbed her face, pulling her into a kiss. she dropped the items, hands pushing you against her. she pulled away, your lips only millimeters apart, “read something… years ago.” she mumbled against your lips, “says that orgasms can help with cramps.”

your breath hitched, suddenly feeling a familiar sensation between your legs. she reached down, fingers toying with your clothed clit. you let out a moan against her lips, grinding up against her hand.

“is this okay?” she asked. you nodded. “yes, yes.” you breathed out. Enid moved her hand, slipping it down your shorts. she started to slowly rub your clit in circles, testing the waters.

“more,” you whined desperately. she moved her fingers faster against you, swallowing every moan you released by smashing your lips together once more. your body started to tense up, and Enid knew you were close. she removed her fingers from your clit, but didn’t waste a second in entering two fingers.

you gasped, gripping onto her arm. the tight feeling started to build up in your stomach as she moved her fingers at an impossible pace. a loud moan escaped your lips when you came, your body going limp.

“how was that?” she whispered to you. you looked over at her, still trying to catch your breath. “so good. so, so good.” you answered back. she smiled, leaning down to kiss you once more.

[meowzfordayz]

Hey!!!! I saw you on my dash and did a little scroll down through your blog, congrats on making progress through your to-do list!

1) saw that you're playing Stardew Valley, i was OBSESSED with Stardew for the longest, even dragged my boyfriend into it 😂 I have so many different farmers it's not even funny, bc even with rabbit's feet i feel awful about hurting their little pixelly hearts by dating multiple romanceables at once lol. I've married Shane, Penny, Alex, Harvey, and Sebastian iirc. I actually divorced seb to marry harvey 🫣 But I've gone through everyone's heart events except for Elliott and Maru. (maybe emily too but i like. vaguely remember her 8 heart event. same for sam) Fave bachelor is a tossup between Alex and Harvey, fave bachelorette is a tossup between Penny and Leah. I just love that game so much 😩

2) how's your knee doing? saw someone else as about it, glad to hear it's getting better. didn't get to scroll back far enough to see what happened to it 😭 buuuuut good to hear recovery is going well!!!

That's it really, been working on my screentime again so I haven't been on tumblr a lot lately (tiktok is my main time sink. 24 hrs in one week is just. SO MUCH.) I hope life's been treating you well!! my life is still hectic as always (my son has been sick on and off for the past 2 months, and my mother in law is causing TONS of drama. but my ankle is getting better! i can stand for like 2-4 hrs without pain!).

Hope you have a wonderful day/night!!

Courtney !!!!! 😭😍 M’always happy when you pop up in my notifs. 🥺💞

I eventually want to have one of each type of farm, but am fixated on my OG farm atm; I’ve barely even touched Ginger Island! 😆 I’ve enjoyed getting to know/romancing all of the villagers, but gravitate toward (in alphabetical order) Abigail, Elliott, Haley, Harvey, Sam, and Sebastian the most. ☺️ My irl bf’s def more of an Alex/Sam combo tho (golden retriever vibes). 😅💘

I sprained my knee a couple weeks ago. 🥴 It’s healed pretty well for basic movement, but I can’t rock climb on it super hard yet (can’t put much downforce into/onto it). 🥲

I’m proud of you for managing your screen time! 😁 I don’t do such a great job at that myself. 🙃 Sending you and your son get-well-soon vibes 💝 (yay for progress + less pain 🥳), and your MIL fuck-off-soon vibes. 🫢

M’off to sleep ~imminently (hopefully); may we both sleep well and sweet! ⭐️🌙

[lookatlavender]

you sound so very delicious cumming in that audio, sweet one. it sounds like you came hard, didn’t you? i think the denial is good for you.

how many times have you cum since then? i’d love if you told us a little about how it felt after being denied for so long. how did you cum? what pushed you over?

maybe since you enjoyed that orgasm so much im you should continue your denial by asking for permission on here every time you want to cum… put up a poll for 24 hours and let your followers decide if you deserve a full orgasm, a ruin, an edge, or nothing at all 🥰

i definitely will be making myself cum to that audio. you’re such a very good boy for denying yourself for all of us, and letting us hear you cum so hard. do you like knowing you’re a toy for everyone’s pleasure?

i’ll be back later with some more thoughts that your recent replies inspired… 💫

i came super hard 😵‍💫😵‍💫🙈🙈 definitely so much more intense than normal orgasms are for me, even the ones i’ve been having the last few days have been back to normal. i think i’ve cum about 10 times probably? that first day back i only came 2 times, i ended up being so busy that day and this whole weekend i’ve barely had time to focus on getting off 😭

the first one back was so intense though, especially mixed with the sensation of fucking my own ass 🙈 i’d never done it before and it was such a different feeling to using my pussy, so it took a second to get used to it and start to build the right rhythm. once i used my fingers on my clit too i started getting close. it’s actually kind of nice that i was distracted fucking myself because it made it take longer for my orgasm to build, so instead of a few intense second and then it’s over i really felt the whole process. the build up was heavier cause it took longer, and then when i finally tipped over i came so hard my whole body convulsed 🙈🙈🙈 (thinking about you listening to me and wondering what you’d think of my sounds got me there btw 😇🤭)

i can’t remember if my eyes shut or rolled back in my head but i know my back was arched, and i was shaking enough that i could barely keep my hand in the right spot to keep working over my tdick 😵‍💫🥴 the physical sensation was much stronger than i’m usually able to get with my fingers. before i did these challenges i used my vibrator all the time basically, so i was barely able to make myself cum with just my hands or just a toy. but now i’m way more sensitive, and using my fingers felt just as intense as a vibrator used to 🙈🙈 i had to pull my hands away pretty soon because i was getting overstimmed 😵‍💫🙈 normally i like feeling overstimulation and leading it into another orgasm, but after denial it made me so sensitive i couldn’t keep it up 😵‍💫

~

gonna give myself a little break before going into a proper denial again, but i definitely like the idea of doing this sometimes, any time i want a little taste of control from you all 🙈 and i would put myself on a strict no-touch while i wait for the poll to finish, of course 🤭

i’ve also thought up a few edging games where the punishment is a denial period, so i’m sure y’all will see me publish one of those soon 😇

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i hope you use my audio to cum many, many times 🤭🥴 knowing i’m a toy for you all is my favorite part of all of this, knowing that i get you all off by putting myself through so many fun kinky scenarios for you and giving up my orgasms. that’s really the best part to me - knowing that you all get off specifically on me not being allowed to get off, to feel any pleasure. it’s just so hot and mean and perfect and ugh 🙈🙈🙈

can’t wait to hear more from u 🤭

and i think you inspired me now that i’m finally able to take the time and reply. today at work was so ridiculous, and i think to make the next couple days more fun i’m gonna go ahead and put up a poll asking for permission to cum 🤭 it sounds like too much fun to just not do it 🤭🙈

[jjungkookislife]

Hey! So i missed drabble night AGAIN! 🙄 but it was because I had a family emergency and I couldn’t really go online at the estimated time. Which is such a bummer cause I prepared myself this time. Put it on my phone calendar and also got an alarm cause it was gonna be early morning for me 😂 but it can’t be helped. I’ll just wait for next time. Also, did you reblog the prompt list? Or do I have to search it? Idk if it’s just the app on my phone but I can’t really find it. Or did you delete it after drabble night? Cause I searched your blog and I couldn’t find it. Please help this stupid human 😅

Anyways, even if I couldn’t join, I still had to read all of the drabbles and I definitely have my favs. First is Next Door, I love this exes to lovers(?) trope that’s not super angsty cause I always get curious on why they broke up even if it’s so obvious that they still like each other. I’m all for the juicy backstory 👀 and the added whiny Koo in the end was 🫠 Next was Copy Machine and I just want to thank the one that requested a part 2 cause I loooooooooved it. I’m inlove with this Yoongi, so bf material 😍 so much happened on that weekend and I just want to read more of them. And the bff Jimin was just hilarious, loved him too 😂 And lastly thank you for making a drabble on butterfly!Hobi 🥹 I missed them so I’m happy to see them again. MC visiting him personally cause she missed him 🥺 but ☺️ turned 🥵 real fast and that Jimin scene at the end? 🤤

Thank you for the drabble night. I always enjoy your writing so reading these drabbles makes me really happy. I hope you are doing well and please take care always 😊

Hello! Oh no I’m sorry! I hope everything is okay 💜 I’m hoping I can do another one this month if not next month and I’ll give notice again 😊

I do reblog the prompt list but I delete it once I’m done with drabble night and I do close my inbox and it’s mostly bc I’m asleep when I finish and I used to leave it up but I’d get more while I slept and then I wouldn’t be able to finish them and I’d feel bad 😅 this time I made a separate post with rules and the prompt list linked so I may stick to that next time 👀

Ah next door, i feel like (in my head full of daydreams) Jungkook broke up with MC bc he felt he wasn’t good enough and he got too into his head and ended things before he dragged them down too but he still loves them 😭 I feel like they eventually get back together though 💜 ah whiny koo I love it 🥰

Copy machine is one of my favorites lmao I immediately thought of Jimin being the best friend but maybe that’s me just being a libra and giddy when Jimin’s nosy and meddling in everything bc I absolutely would do the same 🤣 that’s why Jimin is always in everyone’s business when I write for him 🤣 a lot happened during that weekend like sometimes you just click with someone (but also being cautious is important) but in fiction I love it lmao she even wore his shirt to work 🥲 I was gonna have them do it at her desk but it’s open floor (idk if that’s what it’s called bc I’ve never worked in an office) but then I changed it so they wouldn’t be interrupted 👀

Ah butterfly!hobi. 😭 I love him so much 🥰 it’s hard writing bc I don’t wanna add stuff that may contrast (?) the original plot line (tho I have no plot line I just wanted tattooed!bangtan smut 🥴) I have some stuff written for the next chapter but Jimin and Mc haven’t interacted on a solo level and that may have been their first kiss? Unless I write something else 👀

Thank you so much 💜 i love drabble night (especially being in a writing slump) so I’ll definitely do it again. I appreciate you stopping by and I hope you’re doing well 💜💜💜

[its-been-you-all-along]

so the viscount who loved me isn’t only my favourite Bridgerton book it’s one of my favourite books of all time buuuut I am also a huge tv fan and know some time literature doesn’t hand itself to a literal play by play so here is what I liked about the TV show but *missed* from the book…

Liked About TV show:

- Simone and Jonathan - I am sorry but those people have chemistry with a capital everything. If you do not agree give me the number to your optician/eye doctor and I will make a personal call on your behalf. The scenes they had, the near kisses, the actual kisses, the dances it was truly all EXQUISITE.

- The bee scene - what they did with it was SUPERIOR in the show. I like how TV!Kanthony didn’t have a marriage of duty.

- SOME Edwina changes - now I HATE a love triangle even if I know how it will turn out HOWEVER I wasn’t entirely mad at the direction they decided to use Edwina as it gave her more substance… there is a big BUT… her actually loving Anthony 🥴 her being vile to Kate when she realised they were infatuated with each other(she’s supposed to see it herself!)😷 how long the engagement went on for 😑

-The accident! When Anthony screamed for Kate- cut my HEART OUT, blaming himself🥺

-Anthony desire to wed being bound by his duty to his family and refusing to love because of the dismay it caused his family not to his fear of never surpassing his father- I get this is a point a lot of people feel is important in the book and I agree it’s a massive part of TVWLM and I love it. But I didn’t actually mind the switch of the TV show- I thought it was well done to keep the theme of Anthony’s view on how he must protect his family without the fear of dying and feeling like he left a person who loved him as much as Violet loved Edmund behind. I personally didn’t mind it!

-Pall Mall! The Mud Scene- god I loved it - I do wish Simon would’ve been there I love the banter between them all but I am hopeful for season 3 Pall Mall scene from the extended epilogue after Pen/Colin story if they are going in book order.

-A small one that’s not really of much worth but the fact Anthony VOICED THE LINE “you are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires” !!!! OUT LOUD !!!! TO KATE !!!

What I missed:

-Like everyone, the library scene 🥲 I didn’t need the entirety of that back story to play out like it did in the book (I.E. going to Mary and asking about why) but I wanted to see soft Anthony comforter Kate at her hour of need.

-The friendship aspect - again, Simone and Jonathan were INCREDIBLE but if they had cut out half the shite about The Featherington’s, Whistledown & even Eloise’s side plot at times we would’ve gotten much more of opportunity to build up that side of things.

-Edwina’s reaction/treatment of Kate - as aforementioned above wasn’t the biggest fan of this- yes she came round in the end but she shouldn’t have come round at all she should’ve seen it for herself.

-Lack of Newton 🥺 where was my mans walks 😭

-Lack of domesticity Anthony/Kate- I am hoping this is because Simone and Jonathan have announced they are staying in for future seasons so we’re going to get more goodness of them throughout the next at least 2 seasons but I wished we had at least more that the short epilogue we got- just one episode between Pall Mall take 2 & the engagement. Anthony being bored without Kate and coming home early, the sofa room scene?? Come on we could’ve got a few more spicy times 😂

All in all they did deviate from the books an awful lot but I still enjoyed it profusely! I can appreciate both forms and love them. Whatever it was I am still a Kanthony stan account now and forever amen.

[chanswifey]

Unfinished Business

Prompt #1 and #14

non-idol!Hyunjin x fem!reader

Synopsis: Hyunjin is not exactly over you yet.

author's note: ngl this one haunted me for a while and I took a really long time to think about something I didn't hate for this prompt, very sorry about that 🥲 kinda long cause I did a bit of a backstory there to make it make more sense. Prompt #1 changed for coherence reasons. Fluff, bit sad too. Hope it doesn't suck 🥴

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When you decided to pursue your dream to become a dancer you didn't expect it to be easy but you also didn't think it would be that hard. Back at home, you were always praised for your skills but after you joined a company everyone seemed to be better than you, and the fact that everyone there had a secret hanking for dancers didn't make you feel any better. You never made off of the lower half so you didn't expect Hyunjin to take notice of you, after all, he was always hanked top. One day after practice when he approached you, you could not even think of a reason as to why he would want to talk to you. So when he asked if you wanted to have coffee with him you were obviously surprised.

Once you got to actually know him you realized that he was far from being the person that stupid competition made you believe he was. He was really kind and calm, the way he acted and talked made you feel comfortable just from being around him, a completely different vibe from the one he had when he was dancing. The two of you spent a lot of time talking and he praised you a hell of a lot, you wondered if he was just trying to get into your pants for a moment, but he didn't try to make a move on you all night. He asked if you were interested in doing some extra practice with him, he had been doing it for a while alone and it was starting to get boring.

“There is no one to give me feedback”, he said.

“It's not like you have much to improve, anyways”, you joked.

He laughed but didn't seem to enjoy the joke.

“That stupid ranking... Don't let that get to you, it's meaningless... And if it was anything close to accurate you would be much further up”

You kind of wished he was trying to get into your pants, not only he was sweet but extremely hot. The full package.

You agreed on practicing with him and you two made plans to start it the next day. After everyone leaves and only the two of you are there, the energy changes a lot, it's much lighter. He joked around for a while to try to get you to laugh and by the end of the night, both of you were exhausted and sweaty. You lay on the floor, trying to catch your breath, and barely notice Hyunjin laying by your side. Both of you stay there for a moment, you look at him, his eyes closed and hair sticking to his face. He catches you staring and laughs while you blush. He gets up.

“Ready to go home?”, he asks, offering you a hand, you take it and when you get on your feet he pulls you close to him, his hand goes into your waist and he looks you in the eyes. “Would you mind if I kissed you?”, he asks after a moment.

You were too surprised to say something, but by the way you were staring at his lips he figured you were okay with it. The kiss was great, and with lips like that you could not expect less, it was intense and hungry and for the few next months, the two of you took every opportunity you had to be with each other. You fell in love with him quicker than you would like to admit but didn't take long until you realized things were not going to be just rainbows forever. There were a lot of petty fights and silent treatment, you have to admit that you had your share of guilt, he liked to talk things out but some days you just did not want to. One night he went home and that was it. He didn't try to talk to you anymore and you could not bring yourself to do it either. Both of you just pretended nothing happened and tried to move on.

But Hyunjin wasn't ready to give up on you yet, he just needed time, and he thought you needed it too. He would keep his distance and wait for the right moment to try to fix things with you.

One night he was out with some company friends, one of them had one too many drinks and started talking about you, he tried to stay cool about it.

“I don't care about who she is hanging out with. She can do whatever she wants”, he says.

“Even if it's your archenemy?”, his friend asks, jokingly.

“I beg your pardon?”

Hyunjin was not one to just hate on people but there was one guy at the company that just made his blood boil. He was annoying, always trying to be funny, and was disrespectful with the other dancers. He wondered what happened to make you want to be around that guy. He got up and immediately texted you, saying it was urgent.

When you read the text all the hurt from the breakup came back and you realized that your feelings towards him didn't change. You wanted to say no but you were also worried he was in actual trouble.

The moment you laid eyes on him you figured he was tipsy and he looked worried.

“Can I come in?”, he asked. Seeing him like that broke your heart and reminded you of the late-night practices and all the times he was beating up himself over some routine he felt he hadn't nailed down yet.

You nodded and both of you walk in, he doesn't sit down.

“I think we have some things to talk about.”, he says.

You nod in agreement.

“We should not have done things like that, I know I took some of my frustration on you and that was wrong. I love you, and I've never loved anyone like this.”, he starts tearing up, probably because of the alcohol.

You feel ashamed, you had way more to do with how things ended than him, and there he was, taking the blame.

“We both know it is my fault”, you start but get interrupted by his sigh.

“Can we agree on something?”, he says. “We forget about that, whoever had the blame doesn't matter, if you agree with it we can try again, and this time actually try to solve things”.

You are surprised by his words, to say the least. You were expecting him to curse you for the things you did to him and for your childish behavior. You were relieved he didn't. You walk towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist, he hugs you back and kisses the top of your head, you take the opportunity to inhale his scent.

“Do we have a deal?”, he asks.

“Deal”, you answer.

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[darling-i-read-it]

Not So Bad

Emmett x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: unprotected smut, if you’re in an apocalypse please be smarter than this

Author’s Note: I wasn’t sure if you wanted full on smut but I did it anyway because I wanted to lmao. I hope you enjoy!

Requested: by anon, AYYYY SAY LESS!!! dirty cillian murphy made me feel all kinds of things too 🥴 if ur comfortable w/ it could you write something about emmett + s/o who always wants to jump his bones (respectfully of course) because damn the apocalypse and no noise he is just TOO gorgeous and emmett is always like babe please,,, don’t tempt me but he almost always gives in as long as it’s not dangerous. thank you 💖

Summary: the request!

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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“You know, this whole apocalypse thing is not as bad as everyone makes it out to be,” you muttered, cleaning out the rifle that Emmett had found. You could see him roll his eyes even though he was sitting across the room from you.

“Yeah, next time you get to go out there and get food,” he muttered back. You smiled a bit and looked back down at your work.

You and Emmett had helped each other out this whole time, ever since the first day when all hell broke loose. You had both lost pretty much everyone. You just had each other left.

Which after some time, had started to grow on the both of you. Who knew they could find love in an underground bunker hiding away from creatures who hunted by sound. Emmett sure got annoyed by it at first. He didn’t want anything holding him back anymore. But he wasn’t about to give you up for anything, that was for sure.

“You done over there?” he asked. You nodded, holding up the rifle so you could see it shine in the light.

“What do you think?” He sat up and gave it a once over.

“You missed a spot.”

You rolled your eyes and got up, walking over to him. He was sitting down on one of the chairs behind a desk, messing with the radio. It was just playing static over and over. He looked at the rifle and was about to take it from you when you sat on his lap, facing him. You held the gun between the two of you, watching it, leaning against the table behind you. You adjusted yourself a bit on his lap, ignoring his slight groan of protest.

“Where? I don’t see anything.”

“You can’t do that,” he muttered. You finally met his eyes and smiled innocently. “Can’t do what? Ask the man I love about my work?” you questioned. He took the gun from you harshly. Your eyes went wide.

“You know we can’t do this. We’d be too loud.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time Emmett.” He gave you a narrow look. You could feel that despite his words, he was getting excited underneath you.

“Not right now. When I went up there, they were too close.” You let out an annoyed sigh and slid off of him.

“Fine.” You leaned against the side of the table. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m keeping us alive.”

“Alright, alright.”

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You and Emmett had been walking for a day. You were trying to get outside of the zone you usually went in, try and find some sort of food source out of your regular way. You were both completely silent, as usual. You had small notepads hanging around your neck in the event that you needed to speak and weren’t in a safe spot to do so.

You both stumbled into a convenience store. It was large, likely an old Walmart or something of the same sort.

Emmett walked in front of you, putting things into the large bag he brought. He held up a can and you nodded, causing him to put it in. You walked around for a bit before going into the back to sleep for the night. He put out some blankets the two of you had brought and you shut the door to the small office. It was windowless which was nice. No need to look for a monster in an old store office.

It was nicer there than you had expected. Must not have been touched since the disasters.

You sat criss cross applesauce against the white wall on the blankets. Emmett had already laid down. You grabbed your notepad and scribbled out some words.

You could sleep anywhere.

He smiled and rolled his eyes, taking his notepad out as well.

Are you going to get any sleep tonight?

You shook your head. You had a hard time sleeping in places that weren’t your own. But you might get a couple hours, enough to get you home.

Well you should try, he wrote. You nodded stiffly and laid down. He looked over at you and you smiled at him, putting your head on his chest. He breathed evenly and quietly. The two of you laid there for a few minutes and then you put your head up, kissing him softly. He entertained it for a minute, even as you sat up and moved slowly onto his lap.

You grinded into his hips and he pushed you away softly. He gave you a look and you pouted. He grabbed his notepad and wrote furiously.

In messy handwriting you read, If I wouldn’t do this in our house that one time, who says I’ll do it here?

You took his notepad from him and turned the page.

This.

You put your hand on his growing pants. He stifled a moan and you raised an eyebrow. You kept your hips moving a bit as you wrote one more thing.

So?...

He grabbed the notepad from you, thought for a second with glossy eyes and then tossed it softly to the side. He kissed you gently, molding your lips together. You smiled into the kiss, knowing that this time you had won out.

He moved his hips against yours and wrapped his arms tightly around you. He wanted to whisper that this was stupid and dumb but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, for obvious reasons and he did not want to fish out the notepads.

You felt as Emmetts hands moved up your shirt, pushing up your bra. You stifled the moan into his lips so you wouldn’t make any noise.

You were already working at his pants buttons. There wasn’t much room for foreplay in a place like this.

He picked you up, gently putting you on the ground beside him. The two of you worked at your respective pants and shoved them down but not off. You and Emmett had done this before, far too many times to be considered safe. But you two just couldn’t help yourself.

You grabbed at his face and pushed him down so that you could eagerly kiss him again. As you did that you felt his fingers move down your stomach onto your heat. He moved in a circular motion for a moment and then moved down to your opening. He felt the wetness that had pooled there with a smile. The words he wanted to stay died in his throat but just the thought of them got him going.

He pulled away and gave you a look, asking if you were okay with his eyes. You nodded eagerly and he moved himself inside of you very slowly. You gasped. He put his hand over your mouth. Your back arched as he moved all the way inside and then started to move slowly, very careful not to make any noise.

He tried not to speed up but he couldn’t help himself. You saw that look in his eyes even though your own lustful ones. You put your arm up and over his mouth. You made eye contact, both your mouths covered. You wanted to kiss him but you couldn’t.

You felt him hitting just the right spot, again and again and your back arched as you came on him. You melted underneath him, breathing out gently into his hands. But he was still moving. You felt him speed up for a second and then he started to shake, collapsing on top of you.

You both took a moment to breathe and then he moved out of you. You let your hands go and sat there together in blissful silence. You grabbed your notepad and wrote something lazily.

That wasn’t so bad was it?

He rolled his eyes and leaned over kissing you gently before laying beside you again. He grabbed the notepad from you.

Not so bad.

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[meltwonu]

25. “What did you just say?”

48. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

notes; climbing-instructor!seokmin(if you dunno what that, its rock climbing lol), not rly a enemies to lovers au but enemies lolol, hate fucking, dirty talk, degradation, name calling, seokmin being an ass man, spanking, shower fucking, hair pulling! 🥴💕 I rewatched the GoSe ep where they were Seungkwan’s emotions so heheh… def pulled this from that except Seokmin’s not as scared of heights LOL 🤣 Also this was queued so I’m hoping it posted at the right time or else I will scream at the air ☠️ As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy!💕

You’d been working at the climbing studio for only three months before Seokmin came along.

“I said, ‘put your fucking left foot on the red one’!”

And he’d been everything but friendly towards you.

“There’s 4 red ones, you piece of shit! God! You’re so shitty at giving directions!” You retort - hands both gripping onto the rocks on the wall as Seokmin attempts to guide you through a training exercise for the new hires.

The two trainees grimace as the two of you continue to argue but it’s Seungcheol, the resident supervisor, that shakes his head and crosses his arms.

“And that, kids, is how you don’t rock climb.”

But you didn’t hate Seokmin. You just found him… annoying.

He was kind to all the other instructors and clients but when it came to you, his lips would always purse and his eyes narrow when you were and weren’t looking.

You weren’t sure if it was because he’d seen you as competition or if he was just picking on you, but eventually you both had turned it into a game to see who could piss off the other quicker.

Usually, it was Seokmin that’d lose his temper first.

And usually, that meant your back pressed into the lockers when he’d kiss you hard, teeth clashing in his wake or your legs up and over your head when he’d fuck you hard and fast in the storage closet after hours.

Neither you nor Seokmin remembered the first time it’d ever happened but it’d become so frequent that you always came to work expecting Seokmin to be at his worst just so you could press his buttons a little more.

Today was no different.

The shower rooms are always eerily quiet once the climbing studio closes and you take your time standing underneath the shower head as you destress and wash away all the sweat and grime from the day’s events.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t little miss know it all, huh?”

Seokmin’s voice bounces off the tiles and you don’t even bother to turn around and spare him a glance before you’re scoffing and running your hands through your wet hair.

“You sound pressed. Upset that Seungcheol chewed you out and not me?” Smirking, you can already tell that Seokmin is even more upset with the way he doesn’t reply as quickly. “Did you finally realize you’re not as good as you think?”

“What did you just say?”

You spin around, stepping from under the water and raising a brow at Seokmin that stands naked across from you - his hard cock curving up against his abdomen.

“Oh, y’know, just wondering if it finally hit you that you’re not as competent as you think?” Giggling, you spin back around, fully ready to continue your shower when you feel Seokmin’s presence at your back in a flash and his fingertips locking into your hair painfully tight as you groan.

“I bet he only chewed me out ‘cause you’re probably fucking Seungcheol too, huh? Trying to get those brownie points somewhere else so he doesn’t realize how incompetent you are.”

Seokmin scoffs, pulling on your hair and forcing your head back as his cock grinds against your ass.

“I will say though, princess,” he leans down, lips at your ear as you shiver, “your ass is so pretty when you’re in the harness climbing the wall. Hah, bet everyone wants to fuck your pretty ‘lil cunt, but it’s me that fucks you how you like, right? It’s my cock that gets you fuckin’ soaked and gets you cumming so fuckin’ fast when I pound your ‘lil pussy.”

You lick your lips, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his cock on your ass.

“G-god, you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad… Now fuck me like you mean it or else I’ll find someone else to do it.”

And Seokmin doesn’t hate you either.

“O-oh, mmh, fuck!”

He actually likes how easily you give into him after he pushes your buttons a little too.

“Yeah? You like that? You like it when I fuck you from behind ‘n fuck you nice and deep?” His hands are on your ass as you bend over in the shower; your own hands pressed into the tile as you work your hips back to meet his punishing pace.

“Mmh, just how you like how fuckin’ tight and wet I am around your cock? Bet you never had anyone like me, right, Seokmin?” You grin at the wall, moans on your lips when he angles his thrusts to slam into your g-spot.

“Fuh--fuck! R-right there!”

“I could say the same for you, princess. What’s it like knowing the only good dick you can get is from someone you claim to hate, huh? Must be so embarrassing for you.” He brings his hand up, only to bring it down fast onto the skin of your ass as you moan and clamp down onto his cock tighter when he slaps your ass three more times. “Just a ‘lil cockslut for me, aren’t you? Always ready to be fucked as soon as I get you a little heated. What would they say if they saw how wet you were while you were climbing the walls, hmm?”

The water beats down onto your back as Seokmin continues his harsh pace and you find yourself edging closer and closer to an orgasm with each snap of his hips.

Your moans bounce off the tiles in the empty shower room and Seokmin can’t help but grin and slap your ass a few more times as you mewl and cry out his name.

“That’s right, let everyone know who fucks you this good, princess~ Let them all know it’s me~”

“F-fuck you, Seokmin… W-we’re probably the last, ngh, p-people in here, ah, a-anyway…”

He smirks at this; taking a free hand off your ass and sliding it up your soaked back before he tangles it into your hair. You wince in return at his tightening grip that has you slowly being tugged towards his equally as wet chest. 

His lips ghost across the shell of your ear, tongue peeking out to lick your wet skin before he chuckles under his breath.

“Then I wanna hear you scream when I make this pussy cum. Get those filthy ‘lil fingers of yours on your clit for me too.”

He lets go of your hair as you fall forward and try to find purchase on the slippery tiles before you lose your balance.

“Asshole…” Mumbling, you place a hand on the tile before you use your free hand to slide down your frontside - fingertips on your clit in an instant as you moan and clench around his cock.

“Mmh, fuck, ‘m g-gonna cum…” Your voice is whispered, eyes clamped shut at the way Seokmin doubles his pace.

“Go ahead, princess~ I’m gonna cum in your tight ‘lil cunt too.”

He smirks at your back before his eyes flit down to watch his cock thrusting in and our of your pussy.

“Fuck, your pussy is gonna look so good dripping with my cum...” 

And it only takes a few more skillful and quick snaps of his hips before you’re cumming on his cock; walls fluttering around him and urging Seokmin to follow suit. 

“Mmh, that’s right, princess. Fuckin’ soak my cock while I cum inside you.” 

Seokmin lets the pleasure wash over him - head thrown back and blunt fingernails digging into the skin of your ass while he unloads all of his cum inside your tight cunt.

“Ngh... Seokmin...” 

The warmth pours over your body and the heat from the shower makes you feel lightheaded as the two of you ride out your orgasms together. 

Your fingers rub slower, softer circles on your clit as you start to come down from your high sooner than Seokmin but he starts to pull out of you - only to let the last bit of his cum drip onto your ass as he grins. 

“Next time, I’ll cum on your face instead, okay, princess?” 

You can feel his cum sliding down your inner thighs; soft whines on your lips from the feeling. 

“Fuh--fuck you, Seokmin...” 

He laughs, airy and tired as he wraps a hand around your midsection to keep you from falling over. 

After all, Seokmin wasn’t that mean. 

“Fuck me? Think you got that one a little mixed up, princess.” 

[minniejo-fics]

i’m in the mood for fluffy stuff 🥴 sooo can u write something where jungkook wakes up in a very bad mood and anything can set him off. He sees jimin wearing his shirt or something so he loses his 💩 and he and jimin get into a heated argument where both of their tempers flare, then in the end they make up and watch a movie together? i thought of this idea last night and i need somebody to write it cause it’s adorable 😅😅 ty!

Here it is, hope you enjoy

Wrong Side of the Bed

Jungkook isn’t exactly sure why, but as soon as he woke up, he felt like the day was going to go horribly. Maybe it was because his alarm was still set obnoxiously early even though they had the day off. Maybe it was because he kicked his blankets off of himself during the night and subsequently tripped over them when he got out of bed. Either way, Jungkook wasn’t in a good mood.

Jungkook stubbed his toe on the door frame while exiting his room, then there wasn’t enough milk for him to make breakfast with. He huffed in frustration as he began to eat cereal that was drier than he would have liked. As he was eating, other members came out of their rooms, grabbed a cup of coffee or something and then went back into their room.

Jungkook had just finished eating and putting his dishes away, when another member, Jimin, came out of his and Hoseok’s shared room. Jungkook isn’t sure why, but Jimin coming out of his room was practically the final nail in the coffin. It was far too early in the day to be this mad over nothing, but Jungkook has had it. What finally did it though was the fact that Jimin was wearing one of Jungkook’s shirts.

“Where did you get that shirt?!” Jungkook practically screamed at his hyung, too mad to use honorifics. “My closet? And that’s hyung to you, Kook-ah.” 

“Take it off, it’s mine.” Jungkook said with some level of venom lacing his voice.

“Jungkook, it’s just a shirt. We wear each others’ clothes all the time, besides, I already picked out this shirt and I will not be changing.” Jimin said in a tone indicating he didn’t feel like dealing with attitude this morning. Jungkook however, was in too bad a mood to register it.

“Too fucking bad hyung. I want my shirt back, and I want it back now!”  Jimin was taken aback by Jungkook cussing him out, but he wasn’t about to let one of his group mates get away with treating him like that. “I might be willing to give you this shirt after you apologize and address me properly.” He was about to start lecturing the younger on respect, when he noticed tears begin to fall from the younger’s eyes. Jimin quickly dropped his own attitude, because clearly something was wrong for Jungkook to get this worked up over a shirt.

"Jungkook, if the shirt really means that much to you I can take it off, but why are you so upset today?" The elder asked as he casually began taking the shirt off.

"Everything's wrong. I woke up early when I didn't need to, then I tripped over my blankets, then I stubbed my toe, then there wasn't enough milk for my cereal. Now you're wearing my shirt." Jungkook sniffled as Jimin handed him the shirt, which he was slowly realizing he didn't actually care about.

"Okay, so what I'm hearing is you essentially woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and life seems to be against you today?" Jungkook nodded in response. Jimin smiled sympathetically.

"How about we do a marvel movie marathon, just the two of us. I'll make popcorn and hot chocolate, then I'll send a message to the group chat telling everyone to keep things chill here so you can relax. How does that sound?" Jungkook sniffled and nodded, happy that his hyung wasn’t actually mad at him for getting overly mad given the situation.

Jimin then gestured for Jungkook to get the living room set up for movie watching and he went to the kitchen to make the promised treats and also get himself a light breakfast. Jimin brought everything to the living room and placed the items on the coffee table. “I’m going to quick grab another shirt, then we can get started.” As Jimin turned around, Jungkook grabbed his wrist and he felt a bundle of fabric get placed into his hand. “Hyung, I’m sorry for yelling at you. I’m not even sure why I was so mad about the shirt. You can wear it.” Jimin double checked that he could actually wear the shirt before pulling it over his head and he sat down next to the maknae.

The duo spent a couple of hours watching movies, the others eventually joining them. The third movie was around fifteen minutes in, when Jungkook’s head flopped onto Jimin’s shoulders and faint snores could be heard from the youngest. Jimin smiled as he grabbed the remote and turned the volume down so as not to wake him up. He also turned on captions so that everyone would still be able to fully follow along with the movie. Jungkook slept through two movies before Jimin was coaxing him awake with promises of freshly made lunch on the table and that they could continue the marathon after they ate, if he wanted.

[bokuroskitten]

I come bearing BoTeru Thots ✌🏻(these can be applied with just the two of them and as a poly ship too hehe)

Bokuto absolutely keeps cute photos of Terushima in his locker, both just him and the two of them. And if you’re involved, then he has photos of the three of you; some with just you and him; and some with just you and Terushima

They’re both crazy high energy, so people think it’s constant noise and action, but home life is actually so chill because they feel safe enough to let their walls down and just recharge with each other (and with you hehe)

During holidays and at different times of the year, Bokuto lets Terushima dye the light parts of his hair in different colors. So he gets red and green at Christmas, pink for valentines, etc. It’s all done professionally but it’s not meant to look amazing, so he doesn’t mind that it’s kinda goofy looking cuz his boyfriend did it for him!

Terushima hears about so many different places from his clients, and likes taking Bokuto on dates there whenever possible. And when Bo takes him out, he always manages to make sure Terushima picks up at least 1 new client from all these exclusive events. He always looks after MSBY for team shoots too, and is the only stylist that PR contacts

Terushima’s really good with organization, and Bokuro lets him change things up around their home whenever he likes to make sure everything runs as smoothly as possible. Scheduling is always handled by Teru (unless it’s a surprise from Bo)

Bokuto likes posting about all the achievements that you two accomplish to his social media. Like, every platform he’s on. His official accounts too.

Terushima (and you) looooove leaving marks on Bo, but he did make you promise to try and keep it to places hidden by his msby uniform. Everyone knows he’s happily dating, but his PR team had a serious talk about his public image and made him swear not to show up with hickeys all over his neck and thighs anymore.

Terushima’s salon also love when Bokuto comes in, cuz he’s super sweet to the older woman who runs it. She’s the only client who’s ever been offered services on the house, but instead he likes to work with apprentices and let them get more experience (then tips them really well) and Terushima only gets slightly jealous when it’s someone else running their fingers through his hair

They’re both switches and always try to make the other cave first (both think it’s so cute when you’re their sub, they love it when you take charge, and they melt when one of them has to sub for the other two)

After I sleep tonight, I’ll probably have more but I hope you enjoy these for now 🥰😘

IM GUNNA FULLY PASS AWAAAYYYT

ANDY YOY REALLY WENG ALL OUT IN MY INBOX AND IM FULLY PASSING AWAY

I want— WANNA— WANNA BE THEIR PRETTY GF SO BADLY WHAT IN THE FUCK— the fact that Teru does all their hair 🥺🥺 cause they trust him to make them look good for photo shoots ffs. AND HE MAKES A SCHEDULE?? THANK YOU BECAUSE BO AND I?? INCAPABLE OF DOING SUCH A THING— the photos on bo’s locker too 😩🥺😵‍💫✨🥴 wow who knew I could be so in love???

Also I gotta I feel bad for Bo’s PR team— like their last straw was when Bo’s thighs were littered in his hickes and they were like “PLZ WHY—“ UIWWBW but like— have you seen his thighs? I wanna suck on them every second of the damn day—

Andy if you’re down to discuss this more I’d LOVE to hear your take on that lovely spicy last point you made 👀👀 I have ideas now FLOWING and it’s making me a lil crazy haha

[wickedscribbles]

for the end of the year ask game: 6, 15, 18 and 23 hehehe, hope you’ve had a great holiday season!!

Hi Q!! Thanks for asking 💖💖 I hope you have, too! 

6. What parts of your writing do you want to improve next year?

I feel like my writing can be too linear, if that makes sense. Maybe it’s me being overly critical, but sometimes I read someone else’s fic and get lost in gorgeous prose and I’m like 😭 why can’t that be me? I know my descriptions can be lacking, too, and I constantly fear “white room” syndrome. In short, I know I gotta be more descriptive! 

15. Are there are other writers or artists who have inspired you?

There are so many talented people writing and creating out there that it isn’t even funny. Here are just a handful of the writers and fics that I loved, and got inspired by. 

 My introduction to the Obi-Wan writing world was The Locked Door by no-droids, which I feel like everyone knows about, lol. Amazing buildup -- and the way Obi-Wan was written? My fate was sealed as soon as I finished it. Holy shit, was I hooked. I must’ve read that about...20 times? More? Who knows. It was amazing. 

sabaccshots  also blows my mind with whatever they write. Late Night Devil (Put Your Hands on Me)? I just -- 🥴🥴👌

tiatodd introduced me to my daddy kink with So Don’t, Then. It’s a straightforward, smutty ride that I can’t help but go back to. 🙈 I’m a simple girl with simple needs. 

I still can’t get over himboskywalker’s This was Obi-Wan. An entire narrative devoted to Obi-Wan’s big dick? Yes please. 

Anything by spicemaiden. She’s the queen of that gorgeous prose I was talking about! Her writing is so well-done and a pleasure to read, every time. 

Anything by ragnarlothcat. The way they write Obi-Wan and Anakin’s relationship is witty, endearing, and spicy. Wonderful. 👌

Anything by rexismycopilot. The dom/sub relationship between Obi-Wan and Anakin is so, so soft and consensual and hot. I adore everything I read. 

I’m new to the Red Dead fandom, buuuut I’m been scoping out some pretty damn good stuff there as well -- 

At Your Word by pokey_jr almost killed me. Like...submissive Arthur who doesn’t know that he needs to be dominated until he gets it? YES. YESSSSSS. 

Gathering of the Deer by annhellsing is a wonderful, soft, smutty collection of Arthur getting all the love and affection he deserves. 👌

Peach by zarcake drives me absolutely insane holy shit. Soft Arthur roleplaying and being rougher because you had to beg him to and then being super into it? Oh my gooooooood. 

A Helping Hand by Thirivm may be my actual cause of death. H-horse...handjobs...I just...it shouldn’t be hot but it’s hot... LET ME CLARIFY THAT THE HANDJOBS ARE ON THE HORSE NOT GIVEN TO THE HORSE I JUST RE-READ THIS HOLY SHIT

And finally I’d recommend anything by arthurmorgan-s-heart (but avoiding stories tagged with spoilers if you haven’t played the game!) Especially Cut Short and Tight Quarters. 

Sorry that turned into a fic rec list 😂 There are so many good fics and writers out there!! 

18. Do you have a fic that you wish received more attention?

I mean... I’m not incredibly focused on the attention that fics receive, though it can be nice. I was a little surprised that Let me Make it Up to You didn’t get more attention, because I wrote it entirely with my vagina. 😂 That’s okay, though. I was pleased with it. 

23. What fic did you enjoy writing the most?

That’s a tough one. This year with Obi-Wan -- and now the tail-end, with Arthur -- has been incredible fun, and I’m so lucky that it’s let me get to know the people that I have. I’m gonna have to do a top five 😂 in no particular order. 

Wait for It When the World Stopped Making Sense.  Come What May Tea with Honey Love on Top 

There are moments from others that I *adored* writing, (and I know adding a whole series is kind of cheating), but overall, I’d pick these. 🥰 Thanks again for asking! these were great questions.