Morning Pleasure*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Reader wants to eat the breakfast Chris has cooked for her, but he has other plans. Blame your too sexy denim shorts!
Words Count: 1.7k
Warning: Long detailed oral sex (female receiving).

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Freshly out of your morning shower, you finished adding the last touches to your light makeup after you had gotten dressed in your favorite denim shorts and a white cotton blouse.

Walking in the kitchen, you followed the smell of the pancakes and fresh fruits that Chris had cooked, accompanied by the exotic effluvia of hot coffee. You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend too busy to notice your presence as his back was turned to you, humming the slow melody of a song you both loved.

You walked up to him and folded your arms around his broad chest, wrapped by his Henley shirt, planting a longing and loving kiss at the back of his neck as he smiled widely.

“Hmm, what did I do so special for you to cook this morning?” You murmured.

“You came into my life,” Chris accompanied your mocking laugh and you moved your body to rest against the counter, standing next to him.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about our trip to Boston next week and…” you trailed off, noticing Chris’ baby blue gaze remaining locked on your frame. “What, you don’t like the outfit?“ You interrogated, checking out, yet he didn’t answer and kept looking at you.

His gaze was so ardent that you almost forgot how to breathe properly. Every time your man laid his eyes on you with such fierce, you felt the desire rising inside.


Your boyfriend eventually looked up at your blown eyes, licking his full lips and you could see his pupils dilating slowly as he drank in the view from his orbs like he had been in the desert for long days of a burning hot summer.

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little things headcanons


  • this boy has the longest softest lashes you’ve ever touched
  • contagious yawns
  • holds your hand to warm his always-cold fingertips
  • hugs you with his arms around your middle no matter how tall or short you are
  • his widest smile pulls to one side more than the other
  • his hair smells like sunshine and Ulwaat Berries


  • unconsciously starts conversations with “uhh” to grab your attention before he actually starts saying the thing
  • holds your hand like a preschooler crossing the street, you find the playful swinging endearing
  • obsessively bites and licks the lip balm the moment it’s applied
  • will cry if you cry
  • always shares his fries with you
  • grins wide and bright whenever your eyes meet


  • his eyes warm up when you say his name
  • rubs his beard on you when it itches, laughs when you complain
  • licks food smears off your face without warning
  • the one who acts like a baby when a lash falls into his eye
  • saves small animals every chance he gets, even if you have to help him bandage up later
  • gives the best hand-picked flower bouquets


  • smells fresh and citrusy all day, how does he do it??
  • apologizes with actions and then words
  • openly admires all of you with a loving smile, even when you’re not wearing anything special
  • buys hygiene products and protection without hiding them between other unnecessary purchases
  • holds his glasses when he sneezes
  • always forgets his watch by the sink


  • hates wearing footwear inside the house
  • bites the straw when he drinks
  • gives very tight, needy, groany hugs
  • accidentally broke a coffee mug with his magitek arm and seemed surprised and impressed with himself for the rest of the day
  • ticklish in that spot between his shoulder blades and neck
  • the most floral smelling one
Redder (Negan x Female) [Part 2 to Red]


Summary: She puts the lipstick away to make her boyfriend happy, but Negan needs more Red. 

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 3,440

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, and Swearing

Author’s Note: ‘Red’ was so popular that I decided to turn this into a 3 part series. Thank you all so much for the positive feedback on part 1. Your comments and messages mean the world to me. 

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

Big thank you to @ashzombie13, @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash and @my-achilles–heel for being my beta readers!!!

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anonymous asked:

Can I please request either a Newt/reader imagine or HC of Newt introducing his fiance to Theseus?

Yes! Yes to everything with Theseus!! So, I know we don’t know much of him yet. Aside from the war hero, so I’m going with what I feel his brother would be like. Also, my vote for his looks goes to Tom Hardy because he daddy.


Originally posted by kinghardy

Imagine: Newt introducing you to his brother, Theseus.

It was these moments that truly tested your bravery, these moments where you felt your heart going nuts in your chest and your hands growing clammy. But, anything to make Newt Scamander happy, you told yourself. He was your boyfriend after all, and if meeting a member of his family meant making him smile then you’d do it.

“Are you alright, darling?”

Newt brushed a strand of hair from your face, giving you his charming smile and kissing you softly on the lips. He could tell you were nervous, but you had nothing to worry for. He loved you, and as protective as his older brother could be, he knew Theseus would grow to love you as well.

“Y-Yes…sorry, I’m just…are you sure he’s going to like me?”

Newt chuckled at you, bringing you into his warm embrace. “Why wouldn’t he? You’re perfect, my love.”

His words, though sweet, didn’t settle your nerves. Theseus was a war hero, a well known and highly loved wizard. And his younger brother was now a respected magizoologist. How could you possibly become part of this family?

Newt slid his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together as he led you inside the small cafe. They had both agreed to meet over tea, to which Newt had promised you’d come along. The sound of people chatting and laughing filled the quaint place, only easing your discomfort a little. You walked with Newt towards a corner booth, breath stopping when you saw a tall man, strong of build, and very stern expression, sitting against the window. He had a cup of tea already before him, and he rubbed his beard in thought while he gazed outside at the people walking about.


Newt spoke up, offering his kin a smile as he stood before the booth. Theseus Scamander glanced up, his lips stretching into a grin as he stood. “You seem well, brother. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. You’ve grown.”

Newt let go of your hand, giving his brother an awkward, yet loving hug. “Yes, it has.”

You shuffled nervously next to them both, gulping down the lump you felt growing in your throat. Theseus let go of Newt, his gaze now turning to you. He looked you up and down, as if he was assessing the very woman that managed to steal his younger brother’s heart.

“You must be, Y/N.”

You blushed when he stared intently at you, and you nodded furiously as you extended your hand. “Yes! Um…its a pleasure to meet you. Newt speaks very highly of you.”

Theseus smiled, grabbing your hand and turning it over as he kissed the back of it. “The pleasure is all mine.”

Your eyes widened slightly, not expecting this highly praised man to be so…gentlemanly. Yet, the Scamander men must all be so charming.

Newt took a seat in the booth, sliding over as he allowed you to sit next to him. Theseus took his seat again, stirring his tea as he took a sip.

“When my brother sent me a letter speaking of you, I admit I was concerned. He was never one for romance…”

Newt seemed uncomfortable with the topic change, but he just grabbed your hand under the table and gave it a slight squeeze.

“I always imagined he’d stay alone forever, holed up in that case of his.”


Theseus chuckled at his younger brother’s embarrassment, but he continued none the less.

“He’s not very keen on the company of other wizards or witches. I must admit…”

He leaned forward, clasping his hands together as he stared straight at you. “You’re very beautiful.”

Your cheeks lit up a thousand shades of red, and Newt frowned at his older brother for flirting.

“Theseus…” He warned, clearly not amused by the older man’s joking nature.

Theseus just sat back again, laughing at the way Newt became protective of you. He always loved teasing his brother, Newt was never one to fall for the bait when it came to others but with Theseus he always did.

“I’m simply amazed that you managed to find such a lovely woman, Newt. Not every woman is willing to put up with a man who cares for magical creatures in these times.”

You smiled shyly, looking at your boyfriend as he glared at his brother. They seemed to have such a lovely dynamic, and for some reason you began to feel more at ease around Theseus.

“Be good to her, brother. Or I may have to sweep her off her feet instead.”



Now…I have a crush on Theseus wtf.

81. Drunk


I know it’s a little early but if I don’t publish this, then I can’t work on anything else. Just the way my mind works. And I’m just so excited to be a part of @bucky-plums-barnes 100 Banging Kinks for Bucky’s Birthday Project!

Happy Birthday, Old Kinky Man!

Warnings: SMUT. Oral (female receiving). And swearing.

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Guys, this is my first proper smut so any feedback would be appreciated. If it’s crap, tell me to stop. If it’s ok please tell me so!

Originally posted by hothothotgg

You woke up confused with the commotion happening in your bedroom. You lived alone and the only person who had a spare key was your boyfriend, one and only James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, Captain America’s best friend and recent villain-turned-hero. You gave him the key in case of emergency. Apparently late night shenanigans were what he considered an emergency.

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Eat Me

Pairing: Crowley x Reader
Word count: 550
Warnings: Smut. Oral Sex (Female)
Request: ( Anonymous ) Yay, you reopened your requests! Could you please do a humorous smutty fic with either Lucifer or Crowley - where they often verbally fight with a female reader and it’s loaded with sexual tension underneath, so when the reader says “Eat me!” meaning like “fuck off” then Lucifer/ Crowley takes it literary and just “as you wish” and snaps their clothes off, starting to eat them out? :)

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Delicious dinner

Summary: While your father and Carl are away you decide to cook them a meal but you get an unexpected visit from Negan.
Warnings: smut, light choking, Negan’s vocabulary

Your father and Carl were out again scavenging for Negan. Which meant that you were left alone to look after Judith and the house. You decided to prepare dinner for everyone when they get back, so you headed to the kithen and grabbed everything you needed to prepare a delicious dish. It was around 6pm when you heard the rumbling of an engine. Looking through the window of your house you saw that familiar RV which didn’t belong to your father and your heart skipped a beat. The vehicles came to an end and out of one came Negan. He was greeted by one of the people from Alexandria. They were talking about something but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Suddenly Negan’s head turned to your house and saw you staring through the window. He smiled and nodded his head then headed towards your house.

You heard the opening of a door. “Open up it’s the big bad wolf!” the deep sound of Negan’s voice boomed throughout the house.

“My father isn’t here!” you hurriedly tried to explain before he could invite himself further inside the house. But of course that didn’t stop him, he walked through the hallway and sat on the sofa in the living room with you trailing behind him.

“Well, I guess I’m going to have to fucking wait for him then.” He placed his baseball bat near him and laid down on the sofa with his hands behind his head as if he owned this house. “Wait a minute… do I smell food?” he asked as the scent of cooked food was filling the house.

“Yes, I was just preparing dinner for my family.” You tried to explain as you fiddled with your hands.

“Well fucking thank you! My stomach was just starting to eat itself, so hurry up and set the fucking table. Bring that little angle, too. We are going to eat like a fucking family!” he said happily with a big smile on his face. You didn’t want to disobey him so you quickly ran upstairs to pick up Judith and brought her downstairs. You started putting plates and utensils on the table while Negan slowly walked and sat on one of the chairs. When you were done you joined Negan on the opposite side of the table. Unfortunately, he had other plans and he quickly made a noise of disapproval with his tongue.

“No, sweetheart, come and sit close to me.” You stood up from your safe place and moved to sit next to him. He looked at you with a smug expression on his face while he was eating but you didn’t want to make eye contact with him. Just when you were about done eating he put his hand on your thigh and started rubbing it, you bit your lip before a moan left your lips. The dress that you were wearing slowly started to rise up due to his hand.

“Do you know you’re giving me a fucking hard on when you play housewife like that?” He whispered in your ear which gave you goosebumps. You cleared your throat and stood up from your chair.

“Are you done? Can I clean the dishes?” you asked as if nothing happened and reached for the dishes. As you were walking away you heard him say “Oh, honey I’m just getting started.” You turned on the water and started cleaning the dishes. You looked through your window and saw that it was pitch black, no one was outside. You felt Negan’s presence behind you.

“I’m sure your crew is waiting outside for you. You should leave.” your voice was harsh and it made Negan sigh with amusement.

“Are you sure you want me to, sweetheart?” he asked, his breath tickling your neck as he pressed himself against your back. Your breath caught in your throat when his beard started rubbing against the skin on the back of your neck leaving soft kisses. In an attempt to push him off while squirming you ended up rubbing his groin. Negan laughed at your failed athempt and pushed you further against the sink, trapping you between his body and the sink.

“I can’t someone will find out.” You said looking out the window that is just above the sink.

“I’m sure no one is up this fucking late.” Negan whispered raspily, before he slid his hand under your red dress and into your underwear while his other one wrapped tightly around your waist so your chance of escape was limited… not that you wanted to escape. Your breath was getting heavier by the second and you felt as if your heart was going to burst out of your chest. He continued softly kissing your neck which made you softly moan at the sensation.

“Do you know how fucking hard you make me every time I see you. And that dress, fuck your giving me blue balls just by looking at you.” He huskily whispered into your neck, as moans and groans started steadily filling the house, he finally inserted a finger into your wet cunt and started pumping it. Soon after he added another one and you started rolling your hips against Negan’s palm. The way his fingers curled inside you hitting that certain spot made your eyes roll back.

“Fuck, Negan, please, make me come.” You whispered-yelled when you began to feel the heat in your lower stomach.

You began to grind your hips against his palm, trying to get the most satisfaction out of the situation. Moans began to fill the room each one louder than the last. Thankfully the walls where very thick for your sounds to transfer outside. From the window you could see that most houses had their lights off, which meant that they have gone to sleep.

Without any warning he pulled his fingers out and hooked them around your panties bringing them down easily. You stepped out of them and Negan grabbed your leg to put it on top of the counter. He pulled your dress up and slapped your ass once. Now he had an easier access to fucking you.

“Do you want my big dick in your tight little pink pussy.” He roared and you heard the sound of a zipper and the rustling of pants.

“Oh god yes, please Negan fuck me!” you literally begged him. You hadn’t had sex in god knows how long and you needed it. He slid in easily and gave you almost no time to adjust when he set the pace. He was hitting the perfect spot to take you over the edge and you didn’t know how long you could last. You grabbed the sink for support until your knuckles where turning white. He grabbed your throat firmly but not too tight to hurt you.

“Negan I’m close, fuck, harder, yeah right there!” you were encouraging him as you were nearing your climax.

“That’s it baby come on my dick, squeeze that tight little pussy around me.” His dirty talk was enough to get you thought the edge. He continued to trust into you as you rode your climax off. When he was done he zipped his pants up and started walking towards Lucille. It took you time to put yourself back together but once you looked somewhat presentable you followed quickly after him.

“Well, thanks for the delicious dinner, but my crew is waiting for me.” He smirked and started walking to the door. “I’m sure I’ll be coming here quite often.” He said as he shut the door behind him.

Graduation Present

Title: Graduation Present

Paring: Teacher!Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,059

Warning: Delicious Jensen smut

A/N: I saw the gif below and immediately thought of Jensen as a teacher bending me over a desk and I thought I should share the fantasy with you all. Enjoy!!

Everyone else was counting down the seconds to the final bell signifying summer, graduation, and the final end of your undergraduate degree.

You were watching Mr. Ackles bend over to grab a textbook and then squat down to take a closer look.

Standing back up and turning his eyes raised to find yours. His signature wink made you shift in your seat as you bit at your lip.

Seconds before the bell rang he crossed to the classroom door and blocked it as kids groaned. “I know, I know, I just want you all to know that I enjoyed having you in my class. Good luck to you seniors, don’t trip on the stage.” His laugh rippled through his body as he looked up at the clock.

Just as the bell rang he turned back to the class, saluting. “It’s been a pleasure, now get out.”

Everyone grabbed their bags, heading out and making plans for the night. You motioned your friends to go ahead, making some excuse you had to talk to him about a grade or something.

“Hey Mr. Ackles,” he just laughed and shook his head.

“I told you guys to call me Jensen, I’m just an associate professor, no need to be too formal.”

“Well, Jensen, I need you to take a look at something for me. I’m turning in a late assignment for another class. We had to write what our goal for this semester was and if we achieved it. Can you take a look at it?” Jensen smiled and took the paper, walking back to the front table, not noticing you flip the lock on the door.

              This semester started with the goal to graduate, pass all my classes, and finally finish my degree. When I saw Mr. Jensen Ackles walk into my classroom though, goals changed. Now all I could think about was ripping his tie off, running my fingers through that sexy hair, palming the delicious looking bulge in the front of his pants, among other things.

              Did I achieve this goal? I’m about to find out.

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Tyler Seguin #13

Requested by Anon:  Can you do one with Tyler seguin where you get really sick and he takes care of you? [Enjoy!:)]

Word count: 829

Originally posted by puckducky

Usually, when you hear the front door click, you run to the foyer to meet Tyler or to the kitchen where you try to look busy. Tonight, though, you pull the covers higher until half of your face is under them. The lights are turned off except for the one on the bathroom vanity, filtering out a little. You curled into your body even more and closed your eyes tight.

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So about a plot point in Twin Suns...

I love how the director/writer played off Obi-Wan knowing Ezra’s name as Jedi mystique even though visual inference tells us that Chopper likely debriefed Obi-Wan Kenobi on the purpose of Ezra’s visit and Kenobi asked Chopper the questions first into order to assess what Ezra needed.


Obi-Wan Kenobi: Now that I’ve fixed you little droid, as we wait for that probably dehydrated youth to wake up, tell me the purpose of your journey.

Chopper: Bep-Bepbep-bep.

Kenobi: (rubbing beard) Hm, hmmmm, but I do not recall a Kanan Jarrus at the Temple… 

Chopper: Bep-Bepbep-bep.

Kenobi: Maul’s back? And this was the result of a complicated botched mission to Malachor? Ahsoka fought Vader….

Chopper: Bep-Bepbep-bep.

Kenobi: (rubbing beard) And this Kanan Jarrus’s little apprentice decided to go out and warn me?


Night falls…

Chopper: (sipping hot chocolate) Bep-Bepbep-bep. (sips drink)

Kenobi: (sipping hot choco) What, no, tell me more! So did Kanan Jarrus return to Hera’s arms for not? Did they make out? Did that Grand Inquisitor get defeated? What happened to Eighth Brother? Will that Mandalorian Sabine return to her family-

Ezra: Ugggggh…

Kenobi: Oh, kid’s awake, dang it, no more story. (Flings hot choco mug at the side and assumes a mystique poise at the campfire)

You know what I’d like to read some day?

Joji’s memoir.

Because he has GOT to know so much shit on everybody. All t, all shade.

“Day 200. St. Augustine.
Dufresne thinks he can do the job of captain, now that his balls have dropped, Bates is dead and Billy is potential mermaid. Uses sword right- -side-up one time and suddenly thinks he’s Francis Drake. Actual Captain pretend moping but scheming with oily curl. Low on entertainment so will wait and see.”

“Day 202. The sea???
Betsy bit Silver. Revenge over terrible food most likely. Captain rubbing beard at 30 second intervals. Scheme implementation imminent.”

“Day 367. Freeport.
Captain looking at the Quartermaster like the sun shines out of his arse. Again. Gay.
Speaking of, need to ask Silver about his hair care routine. May have good tips.
Heard Billy tell Dobbs one day he’ll be Captain and then Flint will see. Then he bumped his big giant head into a beam that’s always been there. Not holding my breath for that one.
Am considering removing soul patch. Look ridiculous with all the bushy beards around here. Everyone sporting full muff on their face now, to show how tough they are. Pathetic.
Sword number two looking bent in weird shape. Concerning.”

“Day 549. Becalmed.
Do not understand why we are not allowed to eat the dairy goat. We are starving. How is that goat still alive???
DeGroot says she is officially married to one of the crew members and pirate law prohibits the murder of fellow matelot.
Have decided to eat Muldoon instead. Small, manageable, already dead. Not too much hair. Will convince crew I found hidden salted pork, where no one looked before. The things I do for them. Am too good for this crew.”

“Day 700. Nassau.
Am now fully convinced Captain stealing Quartermaster’s youth this whole time, in nefarious plan to remain immortal. Long, loving stares must be doing it. They are starting to look like a before and after pic. Ginger beard never looked more luscious. Am sticking with Captain. Sword number one looks sad though.”

Oh! Oh! Can I request a Negan x reader fic where the reader just turned 18 and Negan shares her first drink with her which leads to the bedroom? I got my fingers crossed for a little freaky-Deaky. 🤞🏻❤️ @fandomfreak202

sorry this took a decade to get out! hope you enjoy! x 

“23rd February. Red circle? Shit. Why did I circle today?” you thought curiously, looking up at your calendar, you had purchased from the sanctuary’s ‘store’ with your hard earned points. You had the job of laundry, mostly just the wives dresses and lingerie. They frequently needed them washing, considering Negan got through at least a minimum of two wives a day. You couldn’t deny your jealousy, sitting on your ass all day and getting anything you wanted would be nicer than having to go outside and deal with the post-apocalyptic world. You knew Negan would never offer you the chance to become a wife, his pet names for you were ‘kid’ or ‘little one’, making you feel like a three year-old. He would never see you as a woman, always that kid.

You got ready for the day, grabbing your point’s sheet and heading down to the washroom. Your friend, Malia was already down there, working away without you. “Trying to get some extra points? Your a half an hour early.” She quizzed, looking confused. “No, I’m just a little forgetful today. I circled today on my calendar and I can’t remember why. Did I ever mention it to you?” Malia shook her head, folding the top she was holding. “No. I can’t remember you mentioning anything.” You sighed, feeling stumped. You knew that it would annoy you until you remembered why today was so special.

 You finished your 7 hour shift, placing the washboard back in its holder.  Malia had finished about an hour ago, saying good night to you as it was getting dark when she left. You wiped your face with a flannel, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead.  You locked the door to the washroom behind you, placing the key in your back pocket. You began walking back to your room, located on the other side of the sanctuary. You took a turn to the left, walking down the corridor that had the saviour’s rooms along it. Going up the stairs, you came to the floor that housed the wives and their rooms.  A pain of jealousy hit your heart, knowing Negan was probably with one of them right now.

You came to your door, before Simon sneaked up on you from behind, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!” he exclaimed, as you turned your head to look at him. That’s what you had forgotten; it was your birthday today! You didn’t really see the point in celebrating birthdays anymore, but you didn’t want to put a damper on Simon’s mood. “Thank you Si. What did you need me for?” You asked, just wanting to get a nice bath. “Negan wants to see you in his room, asap.” he said, giving you one last hug before walking off back to his duties. You started to worry a little, if Negan asked you to visit him, it wasn’t normally good. Last time, Dwight had been burnt by Negan. You couldn’t think of anything you might have done to piss him off, so you hoped it wasn’t anything negative. You walked further upstairs, onto the floor of Negan’s room. This floor was reserved for Negan and his top guys, making you intimidated and not worthy of being here. Negan’s door was placed at the end of the hallway, every step you took felt like a mile. You approached the door, breathing in and out before knocking firmly on the door.  

“Come in!” you heard him shout through the door, firm and blunt. You pushed the handle down, opening the door with a slight creak.  You popped your head around the door, seeing Negan sat at his desk, leather jacket placed on the back of his suede desk chair. “You wanted to see me, sir?” you addressed him, not knowing what your words did to him. “Come on in sweetheart.” He beckoned you in with his fingers; you feeling yourself swoon at his nickname. You walked further into the room, his eyes watching your chest swell in the tight tank top you had on. “Don’t be nervous, darlin’. I brought you in here because…” he started, opening one of his wooden desk draws to reveal a bottle of whisky. “I want your first drink to be with me.” He pulled the lid off with his teeth, grabbing two small glasses. He guided you to the couch, sitting at the side of you. He placed the glasses on the glass coffee table in front of the couches.  He passed you one, clinking the glasses together before you both gulped them down. You heaved at the taste, feeling the alcohol burning your throat. “Don’t worry darlin’, you get used to the taste.”

“So you were a teacher? In a school? With children? And you didn’t get fired, ever?” you asked in disbelief, feeling tipsy from the whisky you and Negan had been sharing. “Hey now, I was a good fucking teacher. I do wonder what happened to my students sometimes though, some of them were fucking good but others were fucking shit.” He confessed, downing the leftover contents of the glass. “Did they call you coach Negan? Or Mr Negan?” you giggled, picturing Negan in a sports outfit, playing soccer or basketball. “Always fucking sir, sweetheart. They showed me respect, just like you do doll. I like that about you.” He smiled, edging closer to you. 

“You know, being 21 now. I don’t feel any different; I don’t feel like a woman. I mean, what 21 year old hasn’t had sex before?” you sighed, not realising what you had let slip to your crush.  “You’re a virgin, doll? Oh my goodness.” He said, getting up from the seat. “Please, don’t treat me like a kid. Negan.” You sighed, walking over to him, grabbing onto his t-shirt to make him stay. “I want this, I want you. I have for a while but you see me as some dumb kid, don’t you?” you cried, letting the alcohol mess with your emotions. 

“No sweetheart, I don’t see you as a dumb kid. I see you as an independent, sexy grown woman. I’ve always wanted you, hell more than my fucking wives. I’ve imagined you in every position possible, but I didn’t want to act on it because of your age. I didn’t want to be the creepy old pervert.” He explained, his eyes burning into yours. “Well, lucky for you. I’m into older guys anyway.” You whispered into his ear, beginning to kiss under his earlobe. You heard him give a low growl, picking you up, walking towards the couch again. He put you down, spreading your legs so he could get in-between them. He placed his lips on yours, his beard rubbing against your cheek. Your fingers ran through his slicked back hair, as his hands grasped your waist. You ran your hands down his chest, and put them up his t-shirt, silently begging for him to take it off. He whipped it off, disregarding it on the floor, his full attention on you. He placed his hands on his belt, undoing it so he could get to his zipper.  

He began to slide his trousers down his legs as you took your top off, throwing it down near his t-shirt. You straddled him, feeling his hardening cock through his boxer shorts. He ran his hands up your back, unclasping your bra. As soon as your breasts were exposed, he took your right nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing. You moaned, grabbing onto his hair. You broke away from him, so you could take off the rest of your clothes. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this babygirl.” He gasped, pulling your naked body back on top of him. You put your hands down his boxer shorts, grasping onto his hard cock. He moaned, bucking his hips slightly as he lifted himself so you could slide them off his body. They fell like a pool at the bottom of his feet, kicking them off before climbing back on top of you.

 “Fuck, are you ready sweetheart?” he asked, you dripping with anticipation. “Yes fuck!” you begged, Negan admiring you from above. He slid into your opening, you fitting him like a glove. You felt a tight pain as he began at a slow pace, knowing he didn’t want to hurt you. The pain started to subside the faster he went, you easing more into it. “Fuck, Negan harder!” you moaned, wrapping your legs around him, allowing him to go deeper. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good!” he said, grabbing your legs from around him, placing them on his shoulders. You gasped at the new feeling, pleasure building up in your core. Negan could feel himself getting ready, not wanting to release before you.

 “Come on baby, let me see that pretty cum face of yours.” He growled, hearing your whimpers and moans bringing him closer to his own climax. You felt yourself let go, along with a loud shout of Negan’s name. “Fuck, sweetheart. Shit!” he swore, feeling him release inside you. He fell on top of you, making sure not to crush your body in the process.

“Fuck, baby. Can I propose to you now?”

magnus has to shave a lazy alec to get him ready for work

this cute one was requested by the great @my-ainsel!! thank you so much <3

Alec had woken up, limbs tangled with Magnus’, much too early to conquer the day. Magnus had gone to bed early enough but Alec had been out all night and had only joined his boyfriend in the early hours of the morning.

Alec’s stirring eventually woke Magnus up as well who then greeted the boy with a quick kiss on the lips. Waking up next to the love of his life would never get old. Magnus scrunched his nose up slightly at the feeling of Alec’s stubble. Alec made sure to shave almost every day so it was rare that Magnus ever saw - or felt - it.

Alec smiled at Magnus’ reaction, a thought crossing his mind. Smirking at Magnus, Alec leaned in closer and slowly began to rub his cheek to Magnus’. Cringing at the sensation, Magnus laughed and tried to pull away. Alec only pulled Magnus closer and rubbed his beard into Magnus’ unimpressed face more thoroughly.

“Alexander! Stop!” laughed Magnus, placing his hands between their faces. “Alexander!” he cried once more to which Alec finally stopped messing around and pulled his face way. Magnus groaned and pouted playfully at Alec’s unpleasant greeting to which Alec chuckled and placed small kisses along Magnus’ palms.

“I need to leave soon,” mumbled Alec, against Magnus’ hands. “I have a meeting with the Clave.”

Magnus sighed. The boy never had a day off and by now Magnus was sure that the Clave wouldn’t allow it just to spite him. As silly as Alec found that accusation, he also couldn’t help but feel like he hardly any time with Magnus. “I’ll iron your shirt, you go shower,” ordered Magnus, sitting up and reaching around for a shirt - any shirt - to wear.

“Mmh, I’m too lazy…” whined Alec. Magnus turned back around to the Shadowhunter still tangled in the sheets. Smiling at him, Magnus reached over and ran a hand along Alec’s cheek.

“You need to shave too,” Magnus replied bluntly. Alec groaned, burying his face deeper into his pillow. Magnus chuckled. “I can take care of it if you want?” asked Magnus. Alec looked up to see blue sparks floating about Magnus’ fingers. Immediately, Alec shook his head and quickly bat Magnus’ hand away from his face. Magnus frowned questioningly.

“You’re used to magic by now. But it still gives me a weird adrenaline rush when you use it this early in the morning,” explained Alec. Magnus smiled, understandingly but still huffed. “You could always just shave me normally.”

Magnus’ eyes widened and rolled at the statement. “Alexander… I haven’t shaved anyone since Prince Philip for the Queen’s coronation. And that was in the 50s!”

Alec smiled, playfully dragging Magnus into the messy pile of sheets. Kissing Magnus on the cheek, Alec murmured “I’ve always wanted to be shaved with a straight razor.”

Magnus laughed and sighed. He could never resist Alec’s puppy dog eyes. He just wanted to kiss the boy all over his stupid face when he looked at him like that. “Fine,” Magnus huffed. He held out a stern finger. “But you have to be very still.”

Alec nodded enthusiastically, beaming at the fact that his boyfriend had actually agreed. Alec never really got a glimpse into what Magnus was like in a previous lifetime, or even just before they met. He had seen photos, paintings, and the occasional video but never witnessed anything himself.

Magnus had become accustomed to the speed in which the world and technology progressed now, especially in the last 50 years. He barely got to do the things he once loved. Plus, he had never dated anyone that really like him indulging in his past activities and hobbies. Alec looked so excited it made Magnus’ heart swell.

Alec had stayed anything but still. Amidst the constantly giggling, pretend biting, and just constant fear on Magnus’ end, Alec only managed to cop a couple of cuts. Alec quickly took care of them with a swift swipe at his iratze rune, telling Magnus to stop apologising. He knew it wouldn’t really hurt Alec, but he was still constantly scared of cutting him.

Once he was done, Magnus wiped and washed Alec’s face before pressing a small kiss to the Shadowhunter’s forehead. Alec smiled at Magnus and pulled him down for a deeper kiss. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” replied Magnus. “But now you have to get to the Institute.”

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in the meantime, alec realises he’s comfortable enough to hold magnus’ hand in public.

Update - Wanted (2/3)

Sorry for the delay in this. I’ve been unwell for the last two weeks and motivation has lacked. I hope you enjoy!

Remember this story is rated E for explicit sexual content and explicit language. 

Possible trigger: Discussion of a minor character’s infidelity.

Part one can be found here

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Summary: Modern AU: Young newlyweds Katniss and Peeta live a simple life in their hometown of Victors County; a life filled with family, friends and the love they have for each other. But an unexpected turn of events, and a brush with the law, puts their relationship – and their sex life – to the test. And afterwards, nothing will be the same.

Over the following days, as small towns go, the gossip mills are in full force, with rumours spreading to every nook and cranny about Peeta’s arrest and the circumstances behind it. Like Miss Trinket, all the women in town think it is the most romantic thing they’ve ever heard, a love story for the ages apparently, and - according to Peeta - they were all now flirting with him and giving him heart eyes. The men, however, couldn’t care less. It was just one more thing to bring up in between a round of beers down at the local watering hole. To Peeta’s immense relief the scandal doesn’t seem to have a negative impact on the business of the bakery. In fact, over the ensuing days his numbers double, and to Katniss’ annoyance he hasn’t brought home any leftover cheese buns because he’d sold out; this just adds to her frustrations. She hasn’t been able to get away from her ‘bad boy Peeta’ fantasy since Wednesday night, no matter how hard she’s tried – and deprivation from her favorite food just makes things worse.

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Being Chris Evans girlfriend younger edition | part 2

⚫Chris supporting you no matter what

⚫Him being the one to tell to take a break when you’re clearly overworking yourself

⚫” Come love, let’s take a nap” “ Don’t look at me with those eyes, you know i am weak”

⚫Taking baths with him

⚫Him kissing the back of your neck and slowly rubbing your body with his hands

⚫Grabbing your face with both of his hands before he kisses you

⚫Him not really liking when you put on a full face of makeup

⚫(he’d rub his beard against your face because of it, cat-like, just so you’d take it all off)

⚫Showing you off for no particular reason on Twitter

⚫” Look at this smart gem !! How did I get so lucky ?? 😍😍” *insert cute picture of you as you are studying*

⚫You’re very friends with his siblings resulting in you being the new favorite one

⚫” We love you Chris but’ve got nothing on [Y/N]”

⚫You helping him with his anxiety

⚫Him sharing very personal things with you because he trusts you so much

⚫Winter aka let’s stay in bed  kissing and cuddling all day

⚫ Missing him when he’s away for a shoot

⚫Him missing you when you have to leave for your internship

⚫”Come home to me ,okay ?” “ Always”

⚫ You being together for years and people actually being surprised about it

⚫ “So Chris ,we heard you are single ?” “ Don’t know who told you that but they’re wrong ! I am very happy with the love of my life”

⚫ You two moving in your first house ( I Am talking 4 bedrooms, big kitchen ,backyard kind of house )

⚫ Sweet endless love making

⚫Fighting about stupid things

⚫Jealous Chris

⚫I mean “Kissing you roughly in front of people just to show them you’re taken” kind of jealous

⚫But you love it

⚫ “ i Am not going anywhere big bear” “ I know ,but they needed to know that”

You Shaved

Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader
Word count: 2,062
Warnings: Minor hunting violence. Low key smut. Nothing super graphic. Unprotected sex. Mentions of male and female oral.
Request:@little-red-83 ) Ok so how about this for a Mick fic (it’s a thing now, calling them Mick fics. Cause I said so lol) anyways: Reader is a close friend of the Winchesters. And Mick makes it known that he is interested but she brushes him off. Sam & Dean know better, they can tell that she likes him & they ask her why she won’t go out with him & she says “Pfft, not with a beard like that. He needs to grow it or shave it off.” Mick overhears & the next day shows up clean shaven. Then she says yes and… smut? 

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Running Lines (NSFW 18+)

A/N: I don’t know what this was, but you can thank the other Scruffy Hoes for filling my mind with Dylan Porn all day. I gave more stuff coming, you’ve been warned. Also, I only proof read half of it, so.

WARNING: Smut, smut, also smut.

Word Count: 3336

Originally posted by aaronwarner

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