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clevereaglebouquet  asked:

So like I told you that you to hear soon from me again because I wanted to request something for my gf Since she loves Kuromahi so much I would like to request the number 7 from the autumn prompt Hhh she's gonna be such a happy little bean I just love her and her happy sunshine smile so so much Thank you for writing all these awesome things I'm sure this is going to be amazing as well

Hope this is okay!!! It’s so cute that you want to do something for your girlfriend thats?? adorable?? ahjsksjdkf i hope she likes this!!! Thankyou for putting up with me and requesting aha 

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Kuro loved nights like these. Light breeze filtered through the open window, prickling his pale exposed skin. The chilly cold room was completely silent apart from that of a birds hushed whisper and creaking of Mahiru’s bed as he tossed around. Kuro didn’t particularly need sleep, of course he was sloth, he was tired all the time. But on nights like these he couldn’t bring himself to waste the quiet peacefulness and gentle breeze.

“Can’t sleep?” A hesitant voice called from the door frame of Mahiru’s bedroom, anxiously pushing his messy brown hair out of his face and behind his ear.

“Nah, I just enjoy nights like these” Kuro said with a sigh that held no anger. “Sorry, is the cold bothering you?” He asked, turning away from the open window he had been aimlessly watching.

“Not particularly, but if you’re going to leave the window open I expect you to warm me up” Mahiru said with a playful smile and small giggle as he approached and sat down next to Kuro.

Mahiru shuffled up closer to Kuro, close enough for Kuro to hear his quiet soft breathing and the slow soothing beating of his heart. Kuro wasn’t complaining in the slightest. He reached over to grab a blanket from the couch, fondly watching as Mahiru wrapped himself up in it as if it was his life source. ‘The cold isn’t bothering me’ what bull.

Outside the window the dark sky watched, the trees swayed as the world fell to sleep including the two little blue birds nesting in the tree, it was almost as if they were the only two people awake. He blew out another sigh of content, knowing from Mahiru’s eyes that he thought it was beautiful too.

Kuro’s hand brushed against Mahiru’s warm fingers, wanting to hold on and never let go. The warmth almost caused him to retract his hand, heavily contrasting his own cold hands. Mahiru brought his hand back down, intertwining their fingers with a heated red on his cheeks and a kind small smile that meant more than he could ever imagine to Kuro.

“Did you come out here for a reason?” Kuro asked, unable to stop himself from using his free hand to pull Mahiru closer, he didn’t ever want him to leave.

Mahiru thought for a second before looking up at Kuro from his shoulder. “Nope, I just wanted to see you” Mahiru buried his head back onto Kuro’s shoulder. Kuro looked back down at him with a fondness and happiness he couldn’t describe, Mahiru had never left. Through everything, Mahiru was always there. Even after finding out about the horrible things he did, even after Kuro pushed him away and always messed up. Mahiru always forgave him, always visited him for no reason other than wanting to see him.

“…love you Kuro” Mahiru sleepily mumbled, smiling into Kuro’s shoulder.

“Love you too sunshine, get some rest you have school tomorrow.”

Kuro didn’t deserve the overwhelming love from him, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world. Cute and warm were just a few of the words that could be used to describe Mahiru, another would be beautiful. Kuro could never seem to take his eyes away, his breath stolen from every little movement or squeeze of his hand.

The moonlight shone on his face, his eyes starting to close as he drifted into sleep. Kuro smiled- a genuine smile. Maybe one day he could show Mahiru, show him how happy he’s made him. One day, maybe Kuro would even be able to repay all that Mahiru continually did for him.

But for now he was content with holding his hand a little tighter, resting his own head on Mahiru’s and letting the dark night and the sounds of Mahiru’s heart beating lull him into a deep sleep with Mahiru right by his side.

Bubble Bath with Negan

For Ash’s 2k writing challenge! As you can probably guess by the title, I chose the bubble bath prompt. I hope you all enjoy reading it, and let me know what you think! Also, I’m not sure why on some, the “keep reading” thing isn’t visible. So if you can’t see it, just go to my blog. The full post is there. 😉

Summary: Negan has been stressed out lately, so you decide to give him a night of relaxation… ;)

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Swearing, Unprotected Sex.

Characters: Negan & You

Words: 1977

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Living at the sanctuary was usually great. Most everyone here got along pretty well, with the exception of a few ungrateful workers. As one of Negan’s wives, you had no right to complain. Life was pretty much as great as it could be, given the circumstances. Negan and the Saviors had found you in the woods one day, half out of your mind and very sick. They brought you back, gave you a place to stay, food, medicine, and well, exactly what it’s called. They gave you a sanctuary.

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Red (Negan x Female)

Summary: Her boyfriend hates when she wears lipstick, but Negan doesn’t mind a little red…

Characters: Negan x Female 

Word Count: 3,081

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, and Swearing

Author’s Note: Ohhhh boyyyy. So I wrote this for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s new writing challenge. I know it’s not due for a while, but I’ve had the idea in my head for weeks and wanted to get it out while it’s fresh. I hope you guys enjoy!

Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime! I LOVE feedback!

Big thank you to @ashzombie13 for being my beta reader and giving me such wonderful feedback. You’re the best.

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Hold The Line

(x, x)

Characters- Dean x Reader 

Summary- Dean comes back from Purgatory a changed man, and things between he and the reader shift from friends to something more.

Word Count- 9,415 (**laughs maniacally, ripping her hair out all the while**)

Warnings- Longform NSFW Smut (chest worship, fingering, a hint of sub!Dean, definite rugburn, fluffy sex), language, protective! Dean, and Dean angst in regards to early season 8 events.

A/N- This takes place in season 8, mostly at Rufus’ old cabin. I know the cabin doesn’t have a fireplace, but we’ll pretend it’s right next to the tv. Cool? Cool. Title is taken from the Toto song of the same name. Again, thanks to everyone for being patient with me while I wrote this one. Super special thanks to @jpadjackles for helping with my plot bunnies, and @winchestersinthedrift for the lovely smut writing advice that I hope I did some justice with. Part of @curliesallovertheplace’s Celebration Challenge and @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess’ Have a Hubba Bubba Birthday Writing Challenge. The prompts were “What if Dean is a cuddler?” and “The One With All The Kissing”.

(Blockquoted sections are flashbacks)

Each bump in the road has you shifting in your seat, the old chevy truck’s shit suspension making your butt numb with vibrations. You check your watch and, yep. You’re making really good time. You should be with the way you’re speeding on the blacktop, mile markers flying past.

Your phone lights up, the man consuming your idle thoughts’ face smiling up at you from the screen. Him and his stupid pretty face. It’s funny the way you could just as easily kiss said stupid face as you could punch it. And you wanted to kiss it. A lot.

You flip open your phone, “Dean?”

“Hey, you almost here?”

You fight to stifle a laugh. “Impatient much, Winchester?”

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The One After Vegas...

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Sub!Dean, Dom!Reader, use of restraints (for Dean) mention of anal play, mention of spanking (sorta), edging. Pretty much PWP

Word Count: 3152

A/N: This one is written for @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess birthday challenge. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LADIES! It also has a Part 1 that was posted earlier today. Thank you goes to @avasmommy224 for betaing this for me. Feedback is appreciated and I hope yall enjoy!! ♥

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It’s been a month since that night in Vegas and no matter how many women I pick up, no one has compared to her. It seems like just plain old vanilla sex just isn’t enough anymore. Yeah, I get off but it’s just not the same. Then there was the one other time I tried the sub thing with another chick…it got weird, quick.

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Bittersweet and Strange (Negan X Female)

Summary: When her father doesn’t come back from his scavenging run, she goes looking for him and meets a horrible beast: Negan.

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 3,309

Warnings: Angst, swearing, eventual smut, eventual fluff 

Author’s Note: This is for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s 3rd writing challenge, and my prompt was Beauty and the Beast. It’s late. I’m sorry. I’m trash. 

I plan on writing at least 3 parts. I officially have the entire fic planned out, so it’ll be easier to get the next parts completed.

I’m a Disney dork, so similar to my fic series Fruit of the Dead and how it mirrored the greek myth, this fic mirrors the movie. I didn’t have anyone beta this, so sorry for errors.

Please let me know what you thought! I love feedback!

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 For Ash’s 3rd Negan Writing Challenge: 

prompts: skinny dipping and Demon Negan

Author’s Note: I really like the idea of Demon Negan being an Incubus so I wrote it as such. Also, weirdly enough as I was writing this I just couldn’t see Demon Negan cussing all the time like Negan normally does. I know that’s a big part of his character but it just didn’t seem natural for me in this scenario. So if that’s a deal breaker for you, then this isn’t for you. It gets dark so if that’s not your cup of tea just move along my sweet angel faces. I promise I’ll write something fluffy for you soon. So happy to finally get back to writing tho! As always feel free to leave comments or critiques and enjoy my lovely people!

Synopsis: A woman skinny dipping alone gets an unexpected observer with an insatiable appetite

Contains: sexual content, cunnilingus, demon seduction, demon trance, noncon/con elements


Once more you dive under the surface, relishing the feeling of the cool water sliding over your bare skin. Even after all these years, you still felt like a mermaid. A beautiful water nymph with a secret spot all of her own. About a half a mile up the trail was your family’s cabin. Ever since you were small, you would go stay in that cabin every summer with your parents and siblings. Hiking, swimming, fishing, and just making fond memories really. The year you turned thirteen, you stumbled across a small private cove on the far side of the lake. Surrounded by over looking trees, and far away from other roads and campsites. You would shed all of your clothes and dive into the water. It was like your own naughty little secret. Over the years, it became more of a relaxing habit. You would sneak away just as the sun would peek over the horizon and go for a swim. It was a wonderful way to get some alone time and it always had such a calming effect on you. You always felt safe and never fearful of your rather vulnerable position. This time was no different. Except it wasn’t your family coming to stay in the cabin with you, but your close friends and soon to be husband. Your parents had opted to travel to Greece this year since, as they put it, “all the kids have left the nest” and left the keys to the cabin with you. You certainly couldn’t blame them. 

After a moment, you resurface and pull your long hair over your shoulder to squeeze the water out. You couldn’t stay much longer. The others would be arriving at the cabin in a few hours and you still needed to go tidy up. 

“Well, well what do we have here?” sounded a deep Southern voice coming from the shore. 

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I just spent this afternoon and early morning writing the most self-indulgent 2495 words I’ve ever written because I was stressed as hell. 

It’s also on Ao3, but heck to tumblr and their links not showing in tags apparently. Here it is, under the cut. 

A Year Later: Hugo

(A @dreamdaddygame ficlet)

Dadsona/Hugo (Obvs)

Teen, Fluff (mild cursing and slight innuendo)“And this one’s called a camel clutch.”

The entirety of Hugo’s weight is on my lumbar, and his hands are threaded under my chin, pulling my head back.

It’s awful.

When we were still on leg locks, it was sexy. Now it’s just a literal pain in my ass…and neck…and back. But it makes him happy, and I’m only a little sorer than usual the next day.

“How’s that feel? Do you like that stretch, honey?”

Oh my god, he’s getting a sick kick out of this, isn’t he?

“Ew. Really?”

When I look up, Ernest is standing in the doorway of the office looking down at us with a very particular shade of contempt. Hugo drops my chin and immediately moves off of me.

“It’s not what it looks like. We were just wrest-”

“Wrestling. I know. Gross.”

Ernest starts walking off.

“Wait!” Hugo calls out, and Ernest leans back lazily to appear in the doorframe again. “How was your weekend with Mike?”

“Fine. We went to the water park, and he bought me some games.”

“That’s great. So you had fun?”

“Yeah sure.” Ernest shrugs and stomps off down the hall. We can hear the door to his room slam.

Hugo hops onto his feet, then pulls me up, being sure to give me a quick peck on the lips along the way. I could definitely stand for something a little heavier, but we both know we need to get dinner started.

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we got married wearing borrowed clothes (part one)


it was no surprise that downworlders and shadowhunters weren’t technically allowed to get married. now, that didn’t stop a select few here and there, but none of them were officiated by a silent brother, or recognized as valid to the clave. 

now that alec was the head of the institute, he figured he would have some say in changing that. 

“just because you wish to marry your…downworld lover,” imogen had stated, her voice like a shrill echo in the room. “doesn’t mean we can change the law for you. i’m sorry mr. lightwood, but the law is t-”

“the law is the law. i know. believe me, i know. and this doesn’t have anything to do with my desire to marry.” alec said, only half truthfully. he knew that uniting the shadowhunters and downworlders in any way would be a victory, so why not start with something that, who knows, might benefit him in the future? 

“mr. lightwood, i simply cannot grant your request of taking this up with a jury. you may see yourself out.” inquisitor herondale motioned towards the door, and alec just sighed deeply before exiting. 


he didn’t give up in his fight to try and make things right between the two worlds, and over the years he was proud to say that the relationship with the downworld was stronger than it had ever been. 

the one thing he was never able to do, though? was the one thing that, as he got older, really started mattering to him. 

until of course, one day, he didn’t care anymore. 

it was after a long and frustrating day at the institute that he came home late to see magnus curled up on the couch, sleeping peacefully. it looked like he had fallen asleep over some work, so alec walked over to him, gently brushing some loose strands of hair out of his face. 

“mm, alexander?” magnus asked groggily, and alec’s heart melted. 

“shh, go back to sleep love, i didn’t mean to wake you.” alec’s voice was soft and soothing, and magnus blinked slowly, sleep still heavy in his eyes. 

“w’nna cuddle you.” alec chuckled and squeezed next to him on their small couch, wrapping his arms happily around his boyfriend. 

“you know, we have a very large, comfortable bed only a room away?” alec noted, and magnus, who had buried his head into alec’s chest, mumbled something that alec couldn’t make out.

they stayed like that in silence for a while, alec absentmindedly rubbing circles into magnus’s arm, until he fell asleep. 

or at least, until alec thought he was asleep. 

alec was half asleep himself, when magnus suddenly made a small noise in the back of his throat. 

“alexander?” he asked, sleep thick in his voice. 


“i love you.” 

alec smiled then, kissing the top of magnus’s head and pulling him closer to his chest. 

“i love you too, magnus.”

“no, i love you. more than i’ve ever loved anyone, ever.” magnus said casually, as if he were telling alec what he had for lunch rather than confessing his love. 

“i want to wake up to you every day and i want to have stupid kids with you and i want it all. i love you.” 

alec was unable to say anything, tears thick in his eyes, and he kissed magnus anywhere he could. 

it wasn’t long after that they both fell asleep. 


alec had been planning this day for three months now. he had considered going to izzy for help, but alec decided he wanted to do it all on his own. magnus was his, only his. 

when he saw magnus standing by the restaurant, it was like alec was falling in love all over again. 

“hey you.” magnus greeted with a smile, leaning in to plant a feather light kiss on alec’s lips. 

alec was too nervous to speak, so he settled for a smile, grabbing magnus’s hand. 

alec had made sure that they had a seat overlooking the river, where the skyline was just starting to light up as the sun went down. 

they talked over dinner, just like any other date that they had. they laughed, kissed, and were content with each other. alec, however, felt like his stomach was doing backflips. 

“are you alright, alexander?” magnus asked, voice full of concern as he reached over and squeezed alec’s hand. 

“i’m fine. wonderful, actually.” alec said, smiling. this was it. he was going to propose. 

“i love you.” he said, and magnus smiled. 

“i love you, too. you sure you’re okay?” 

“yes. better than okay.” alec said, taking a deep breath. “magnus, look. before i met you, i had… no one. okay, i had izzy and jace but it was different. i didn’t have anyone who understood me, who knew who i was, who…got me.” the words came tumbling out of his mouth and he couldn’t stop them.

“when i first met you, i knew that i loved you. alright, love is a strong word, but i knew that, given time, i would love you. and i am so privileged that i have gotten to love you. i don’t care what anyone in the world says, the clave, the downworld, anyone, i love you. more than i’ve ever loved anything.”

magnus was begining to understand now, and he opened his mouth to say something but alec stopped him. 

“no, no let me finish before i loose the courage.” alec said, and magnus let out a chuckle.

“the point is, when shadowhunters find someone, it’s for life. and i’ve found you. and i love you. so…” alec stood up, and dropped down onto one knee, pulling out the box that he had hidden in his pocket. he looked up at magnus, who had tears in his eyes and blinked back tears of his own.

“magnus bane, will you marry me, alexander gideon lightwo-”

“yes!” magnus yelled, lurching forward to hug alec, causing them both to fall down in the process. they both laughed, and magnus leaned down to kiss alec all over his face. “yes, yes, yes, a million times yes.” 

“i love you alexander.”

“i love you too, magnus.” 

(part two coming soon-for real this time)

The One With The Free Porn

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: When you stumble upon a weird TV channel, you and your boyfriend make a bet.

Words: 825

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut (not really tagged as smut, but whatevs), cursing?

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A/N: This is my submission for @eyes-of-a-disney-princess and @sis-tafics ‘s  Have a Hubba Bubba Birthday Writing Challenge! Friends is one of my favorite TV shows ever and I had a lot of fun writing this, hope you like it :)

Feedback is always appreciated, enjoy! xx

Originally posted by soluscheese

Dean walked into your shared room with the bowl of popcorn he promised to bring, finding you laying on the bed with the remote on your hand as you changed the channels.

“Anything on?” He pouted, laying beside you as you both took some popcorn and ate it.

“Not really,” you replied, mouthful. “I guess no one watches interesting movies at 4 in the afternoon.”

Dean chuckled, watching the tv and eating some more popcorn before you came across a very weird channel.

“Is… is that-?” He stuttered, your mouth opened wide in surprise to find a naked couple making out on TV, romantic music playing in the background. “Is that porn?”

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Aphrodisiac - (Negan x Female)

@This is the first fic I have ever written.Feedback is SUPER welcome. If people enjoy this, I’ll write a part 2. 

I chose the Valentine’s Day prompt from flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash’s 2k Writing Challenge. I did pick the prompt as @asshatry but I’m posting it here on my new side blog. 

I want to give a BIG THANK YOU to @my-achilles–heel for not only editing this, but for making me feel so welcome in the thirst squad. <3 You’re the best.

Warnings: Fluff and a little bit NSFW 

Synopsis: Negan wants to make her his next wife. She’s always turned him down, but now it’s Valentine’s Day and that man can be persistent…. 

I woke up that morning already in a bad mood. Maybe I had slept funny or was tossing and turning again. I wasn’t really sure. I kicked my legs over the edge of the bed and stretched, hoping the movement of my muscles would cause an overall feeling of relaxation. It did, but the feeling subsided way too quickly and I cursed softly under my breath. It was going to be a long day.

Then I remembered what day it was.

Valentine’s Day.

The dreaded, lovey-dovey holiday for all the romantic couples looking to rub it in everyone’s faces that their love is pure and strong. Bleh.

Somehow there was a silver lining to the dead coming back to life because the heart shaped candies and roses were a thing of the past. Now, holidays were a little more toned down, and I kind of preferred that.

I had been living at The Sanctuary for only a few weeks and before that, I hadn’t even known what day it was. Little things like that didn’t matter when it came to survival. But here, in this world…in his world, I could embrace those little things again. The date. The time. Being safe was a luxury that allowed attention to detail.

But there was a reason I was dreading today, and his name was Negan.

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anonymous asked:

Father's Day fic thing: Luke getting a message unexpectedly from Vader (can be about anything really, from his mom to "I saw what you did in that last battle, good piloting but HOLY HECK NEVER DO THAT AGAIN") and Luke gets Emotions

This gets real fluffy, real fast. After Luke decided to show up all beat up with no inital explanation.

Luke groaned as he flopped back onto his bunk. His entire body was sore, every muscle aching, and he would swear that even the tips of his hair hurt. About the only part of him not in pain was his prosthetic hand, and that was simply because the false nerves in the synthskin registered pain, sent that information to his brain once, to document in the initial injury, and then ceased firing to avoid a continuous ache.

He was sure the damage to the synthskin – skinned knuckles, for all intents and purposes – had happened when he’d punched the destroyed console of the ship he’d crashed, though he hadn’t noticed until far later, once he was allowed a moment’s rest in the back of the shuttle Wedge had picked him up in.

Luke clenched and unclenched his fist, watching the wires and metal bones move where the synthskin was torn away. He hadn’t damaged any of the components, which was good, though he would have to get the synthskin replaced sooner rather than later if he wanted to keep the delicate wiring intact. He didn’t really want to visit the medbay for his other minor, if painful, injuries, knowing Leia would find out exactly how bad of shape he was in if he did. He had managed to talk Wedge out of dragging him to the medbay the instant they landed back at the base, at the price of allowing his wingmate to fuss over him and put bacta patches on the worst of his cuts. A healing trance would ease the worst of the aches from the crash. There was no use wasting pain meds on him, and he could really do without yet another entry into his med file.

He had barely managed to sink into a light healing trance, the Force swirling around him and through him, dulling the pain and healing the bruises and cuts on his body, when the holotransceiver on his bedside table beeped at him. Luke seriously considered ignoring it. He had been promised a few hours rest after his debriefing, so it wouldn’t be anything important from Command. And they would use his comlink frequency anyways. But the third beep was accompanied by a sharp nudge in the Force; it wanted him to take this call.

Sighing, Luke sat up and grabbed the device. He didn’t recognize the number, but the Force was still encouraging him, so he accepted the call.

Only to nearly end it again the instant it connected.

But surprise kept his fingers frozen, and by the time he could think to move again, Vader was already speaking, and it was too late.

“Your recklessness nearly got you killed today, my little one,” Vader said. He spoke with such easy nonchalance, as though comming his Rebel son was an everyday occurrence, that Luke nearly missed the possessive.

Luke scowled. “How do you even know about that?” he demanded. He glanced over at the door, checking to make sure that he had locked it.

“My son, you cannot expect to crash a stolen shuttle and get into a fight with half a dozen loyal Imperial citizens at a local cantina without reports of it reaching me.” Luke thought he could detect a slight bit of humor in his father’s voice.

“They started it,” Luke muttered. He hadn’t meant to get into a fight, but the wanted bulletins made his face rather infamous, and he hadn’t exactly known that that cantina was very Empire-friendly until he’d walked in and been set upon by a handful of angry and enthusiastic civilians interested in his rather substantial bounty.

“I am aware of that,” Vader said. There was an awkward pause, as neither of them were sure what to say. Luke was not quite sure what the protocol for this sort of situation was. He should probably end the call, because talking privately with the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Navy could get him in trouble for treason, even if, or perhaps especially because, the man was his father. But curiosity won him over, and he sighed.

“What do you want, Father?” The term of address slipped out far easier than Luke had expected, and it startled Vader as much as Luke, if the slight twitch of the Sith’s helmet was anything to go by.

“There was… blood at the cantina.”

“Yeah, that typically happens when there’s a bar fight.”

“Not all of it belonged to your assailants.”

Luke blinked. Had Vader really gone to the trouble and risk of contacting him just to find out if he was injured? That idea sent a little flutter of hope to Luke’s heart. If his father cared about his well-being, there had to still be good in him, right?

“One snuck up on me with a vibroblade,” Luke admitted. “Look, it’s no big deal, I’m fine. Just a few scratches. Nothing the healing trance you interrupted couldn’t fix. Besides, why – ”

Vader interrupted him. “You know how to initiate a healing trance?” Luke couldn’t be offended at the surprise he heard in Vader’s tone, because it was laced with pride.

“I may not be able to best you in a lightsaber duel, but I’m not completely untrained.” He crossed his arms over his chest and tried to bite back the wince as the motion pulled on one of the deeper cuts on his bicep. “Why do you even care?”

He needed to test his theory, needed to know if Vader’s concern was really concern, or just a ruse to draw him in. Too late, he considered the idea that the call was being traced and Death Squadron would be knocking on the Alliance’s door tomorrow. There was nothing he could do about it now, if that was the case. Their conversation had been going on long enough to have established a point of origin on Luke’s end.

“Is the Rebellion capable of treating your injuries?”

Luke frowned. “They’re minor. They’ll heal in a week. You’re avoiding the question.”

“My ship has the finest medical facility – ”

“I’m not setting foot on the Executor, Father. Why do you care?”

Luke held his breath as Vader fell silent. His father turned his head away for a moment, a display of embarrassment Luke had never expected him to make. When he finally spoke, his voice was much softer than it had been.

“You are far too valuable to me to lose, my son.”

Hot for Teacher (Part 1)

Here is my entry for Ash’s 2k Writing Challenge! I had so much fun with this, and it really kind of got away from me. I mean … I had to break this up into three parts because it’s 9017 words altogether. I apologize for nothing. I LOVE stories about college students and their professors, and that was initially my idea for this, but it didn’t work out like that. I hope y’all enjoy this. ;)

PROMPT: Teacher Negan
CHARACTERS: Female reader, Beth Greene, Negan, (these following characters are just mentioned) Glenn, Morgan, Sasha, Spencer, Rick, Olivia, Abraham, Rosita, Aaron, Darryl
WARNINGS: Language (Since it’s a Negan story, what do you expect?), explicit sexual content, semi-public sex (kind of?)

TAGS: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash, @crzcorgi, @negans-network, @strangersangel9, @mrs-squirrel-chester, @waywardsoulpainter, @negansxlucille, @kittenofdoomage, @wolfslullaby, @happynothlit, @gobemywonderwall, @hellointerestedineverythingfan, @toxic-ink, @perseusandmedusa, @mamapeterson, @mypapawinchester, @constellationsolo, @smuttwd, @neganappreciation, @mypapawinchester

You sat down at your desk, smoothing your hands over the top of it. You took in a breath and let it out slowly, taking your time in looking around the room. There were twenty desks set up in rows, four desks to a row, five rows in the room. There was a podium at the front of the classroom that was all but begging for a new paint job, a large cabinet behind your desk, two whiteboards on one wall, a chalkboard on another, and absolutely nothing but stark white paint on the walls on the other two walls.  

You took a pen from your purse and a yellow legal pad from your patterned messenger bag your mom had bought you as a graduation present. You started to make a list, and at the top, number one was Paint podium. Number two, almost if not equally as important was Rearrange room. You couldn’t stand the typical classroom set-up that your room currently held. You wanted something that would excite the kids, something that would make them want to come to your class and learn from you.

Well … that was kind of a long shot. You were teaching junior high English. The kids in your classes would be out of the childlike innocence of liking school. These kids would be hating school, constantly pushing boundaries while trying to figure out who they were, all the while dealing with raging hormones.

Why did you take this job again?

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The One Where Everybody Finds Out

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam, Mary, Cas

Summary:  Dean and reader haven’t told everyone about their relationship yet.

Warnings:  Smut, Language

Word Count:  823

A/N:  This is for @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess Hubba Bubba Birthday Writing Challenge.  I selected “The One Where Everybody Finds Out”.

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

The One Where Everybody Finds Out

“Oh, Jesus,” Dean moans, looking down at you. Christ, you’re fucking perfect, on all fours, those pink lips sealed around his dick. His knees dig into the mattress as he rolls his hips forward. He wants to commit this image to memory, it’s so fucking sexy.

“Wait,” he manages to rasp out. Reaching across the bed, he snatches his phone off the nightstand. Switching to camera mode, he asks, “This okay?”

“Mm-hmm,” you murmur, your mouth full of cock.  Dean presses the record button and watches you through the screen, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you slide up and down the length of his cock.  

“Fuck…oh, god…ungh,” Dean pants out. He nearly drops the phone when you slide one hand up his thigh and fondle his balls. You watch him watching you, it’s such a fucking turn on. “(Y/N)…oh god…shit, babe, that feels so…ah….ungh…” Dean groans as he finds release, spurting thick ropes of cum into your mouth.

You slide your mouth off his dick and grin up at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He’s still filming you, so you jiggle your breasts a little, giving him a show.

He giggles before tossing the phone aside. “Added to the spank bank,” he teases. “Now, it’s my turn,” he says growls before pushing you back and positioning his head between your thighs.

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Our Little Miracle

Author: winchesterr67

Pairing: Daddy!Negan x Reader 

Warnings: Mentions of trouble of conceiving and nightmares. Hinting at sex? Cussing?? (It’s Negan.. What do you expect? Haha)

Word Count: 1014

A/N: After much contemplation and procrastination, here’s my tee tiny contribution to Ash’s 2K Writing Challenge! This is kind of a modern day AU? No zombie apocalypse. Negan and the reader are living the “Apple Pie Life”, so to speak. And it’s Daddy!Negan as in he has a kid. Get you’re mind out of the gutter y’all. 

Originally posted by marythenurse

(I know this gif isn’t Negan and has pretty much nothing to with this fic. But he looks sleepy and cute and?? I love him???)

I jolted awake from a terrible nightmare, where the world had gone to shit and most of the population had became “walkers”. My husband was the leader of some group called “The Saviors”?? I don’t know what it was or what caused it but I’m glad it’s over.

I turned over onto my back staring up at the ceiling, and my hand instinctively went to the straight to the other side of the bed. It was cold. Negan wasn’t in the bed. I starting to wonder where he went when I hear footsteps coming from the bedroom down the hall. Sitting up straight in bed, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Yawning. Shuddering when my feet made contact with the cold floor. Standing still for a minute, hearing an all too familiar voice drifting down the hall.

Starting towards the door of our shared bedroom, reaching for the nob and slowing opening the door just enough to where I can slip through. Slowly treading down the hallway and stopping at the nursery door. There’s a soft glow coming from the lamp in the corner of the room. I reach for the door to open in further when I hear him begin to speak again.

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Bees Sting

This is for “Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge” . The prompt is “ Negan x OC with a mental health illness.”

Negan x Bee

Warnings ~ Negan language, self harm, bit of angst, fluffy Negan (for those of you that prefer a more assholey Negan)

1500 words

I am writing more to this but wasn’t sure it would be done in time. So be on the lookout for another chapter!

I’m only tagging @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash & @negans-network as I’m not sure who would like this.

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Driving Lessons - Driving Stick

My prompt was Driving lessons. I had too much fun writing this one for sure! My other fic is such a slow burn that it was nice to just get to it, lol!

Any part of this fic may contain purposeful content by the writer to induce: emotional distress, anxiety, and all of the feels! It is NEVER my intent to cause vomiting! ;)   (Seriously, could be one of my fav convos ever!)

May also contain: swearing, Negan being Negan, angst (see above), fluff, smut

Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

“Well I’d say that this was a productive damn trip gentlemen. And lady.” Negan said as he watched the last of the supplies being loaded into the trucks, winking at you slyly.

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Summary: Aveline has always been a strong, leading woman in the Sanctuary’s community. But one unfortunate event makes her walls crumble and show her bare self. What will happen when that breakdown occurs right in front of Negan?

Word Count: 4911 (ooops.)

A/N: Hello everyone!  This is my part for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash’s writing challenge 2. My prompt was ‘Mirror, mirror’ and I also created an OC with a mental health illness. Thank you so much for letting me participate!

Writing this has been a challenge for me, since I have the same illnesses as the OC and I may have gotten a little carried away. I also began writing another fanfic that I was too shy to post yet, so I wanted this one to be like a start to everything.

I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it! On a side note, this is my first time writing smut. So, all I can say is I’m sorry. ^^

Warnings: Negan’s language, smut, emotions (like a LOT), description of a panic attack and depression, so a little angst?

Originally posted by irene-jmargs

(gif originally posted by @irene-jmargs)

“What could possibly go wrong?”

Turns out today hasn’t been a successful day for anybody. The people at Alexandria didn’t have the required amount of supplies for the Saviors and some chick decided that it would be wise to shoot Lucille. Which made Negan completely lose it.

Now, Aveline was driving one of the empty trucks with Negan in the passenger seat back to the Sanctuary. The silence between them was almost unbearable to her. She knew Negan was furious that someone scarred his precious barbed-wire baseball bat. Negan’s gaze turned towards her about every tenth second, but she kept her gaze firmly on the empty, crumbled road.

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Breaking Protocol

Written for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s Negan writing challenge part 2.

Prompt: Sheriff Negan

Characters: Negan x OFC (Evelyn)

Warnings: Smut, fluff

Summary: Evelyn, a former FBI agent and her son are kindapped only to be reunited with her old flame, a CIA agent named Negan who she thought was dead.

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Hide and Seek

Summary: Negan’s newest wife gets caught somewhere she shouldn’t be.

Warnings: Smut and language. Daddy Kink, blow job, spanking, sex….

 Author’s Note: For Ash’s 2k Writing Challenge. Prompt: Hide and Seek. My first smut fic.

@negans-network @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash

Melody sat huddled hugging her knees to her chest. She couldn’t believe she had been talked into this, but she really wanted to get along with all the other wives. Sharing a husband hadn’t been on her list of life goals, but neither had surviving the apocalypse.

Finally, she heard footsteps in the hall. She had been waiting to be found for what seemed like forever. The door opened. The sound of heavy boots were approaching. That was wrong. All the wives wore heels.

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