“What about this one?” You asked, dusting the bottom of the sundress off before bending down to make sure your phone wasn’t going to slide off the desk.
“This one’s pretty as well. Very summery.” Harry hummed, the screen freezing for a split second before he was moving again. Since Harry was in the middle of traveling to promote his upcoming album, the two of you had been Facetiming whenever possible. You were going out to lunch with Y/F/N today, and Harry usually helped you pick out an outfit. (As much as you hated to admit it, Harry was far more fashion forward that you were.)
“You said that about everything so far!” You whined, placing your hands on your hips as you gave your boyfriend a pointed look.
“It’s not my fault you look pretty in everything!” Harry giggled, poking his tongue out at you. “Wha’ about tha’ floral crop top button-up thing you bought the other day?”
“It’s in the wash.” You sighed, reaching behind you to unzip the dress before turning to look through your closet again. “Can I borrow one of your shirts?”
“Why?? You’ve got plenty of clothes, love.”
“Your shirts are softer for some reason.” It could have been the fact that Harry’s shirts were from Yves Saint Laurent or Gucci, whereas a lot of your clothes came from H&M or Forever 21. “What’s the weather like in Paris?” You asked, stepping out of the dress before reaching up to fix the strap of your bra. There was a moment of silence where you continued rummaging through Harry’s many silky shirts before you spoke up again. “Can you hear me?” Was there crappy connection again?
“Hey… I think I like this little outfit the most.” Harry finally spoke up, a cheesy smirk on his face as he gestured to you and your half-nakedness. “New panties?”
“Very observant of you.” You rolled your eyes playfully, reaching over to turn the phone away from your figure.
“Wha- Oi! I think I deserve a little award considering how great I’ve been with helping you choose an outfit.”
It’s been a while! I’m so sorry that I’ve been gone for so long - I know that there are plenty of peoples waiting for requests. Unfortunately, I’ve been totally stressed out with university work at the moment. I can’t guarantee that this is me coming back for good but I did want to upload something. Thank you to those of you who have stuck around despite the hiatus. This fic is absolutely my worst work. It’s been so long since I’ve written anything that the quality has just deteriorated. Plus, this was whipped up in about an hour. Too quick. Nonetheless, it’s something to read between revision for those of you who have deadlines rn. Thanks to @mel-in-my-head for the request, I’m sorry it deviated. Enjoy, my darlings!
Prompt[s]: can you do one where Peter Parker (CW) (if you don’t peter parker that is, if not Thor is fine) is really over protective of the reader like all the time, but the reader is 100% oblivious and one night the reader and him can’t sleep, so they go all movie marathon and they wake up to the avengers (and if you are doing peter,) aunt may finds them all cuddled up on the couch in the main room taking pics, and awing. sorry for this being long it’s my first request, I think, so yeah, thanks
“Is that…” You asked, holding up a hand. Peter looked up and
“Oh god, it is.”
You stared at him pointedly. “Run.”
Despite the hastiness with which you took off, you were
still sopping wet by the time you reached the apartment building. Peter slammed
the door shut behind you, panting. You doubled over breathlessly and laughed
giddily. When you stood up straight again, you ran a hand through your hair and
felt it completely drenched.
“Want to borrow a towel?” Peter laughed, holding out a hand in the direction of
You and the pack are trying to keep the Nogitsune in one place, you know that if it escapes everyone is in danger.
Scott assembled the handcuffs and he took a step back, you glanced at Lydia your best friend then your eyes flickered over to Liam and Kira.
The Nogitsune shook his head and the handcuffs fell off.
“Does anyone have a plan b?"you asked quietly as you stood back, ready for the Nogitsune to strike.
Everyone shared the same facial expression; Fear. The Nogitsune was probably loving every second.
"Well I guess it was nice knowing you guys, Lydia I just want you to know before we die it was me that borrowed your Red heels I’m so sorry they snapped"you confessed as ‘Stiles’ watched you all squirm uncomfortably.
Her mouth fell open.
"They were my favorites, y/n if he doesn’t kill you, I will"Lydia mumbled, sending you a death glare.
“Kooooooookie” you groan in annoyance. You glare at your best friends sleeping figure on the bed shaking him slightly. “Hey you. Wake up” you budge him with your foot gently. “Shhhh y/n” He grumbles sleepily. You lean forward and whispers “breakfast time” into his ear causing him to shoot up. “What? WHAT IS IT!?” He shouts looking around the room. You slap your forehead and roll your eyes. What the heck man you think to yourself. He sees nothing of importance and wraps his arms around your waist pulling you down next to him. “DO I have to get up? Why can’t I lay in bed with you all day” You push away your best friends sleepy advances too embarrassed to allow this to continue. You look around looking for any excuse to get up and start to shuffle your legs around when you feel more of his skin then you would if he was wearing shorts or pants to sleep. “Uhhh. Jungkook you aren’t sleeping in your boxers are tou?!” You begin to raise your voice slightly “mmhmm” you hear him hum. Your heart begins to race when you feel a slight buldge begin to form. “Kookie I get that it’s the morning and your a boy and all but this is a bit much were friends and friends don’t get boners over friends.” You state trying to knock some sense into the sleeping boy gripping onto you tightly. “Jungkook pulls you in tighter slipping one of his legs in between yours unknowingly rubbing against your womenhood.“y/n you smell good” he slurs in a gruff voice. He puts his face in your shoulder and begins to softly plant kisses along the skin there. “Kookie. Stop it. Wake up.” You begin to shuffle around nerves taking over. He nips softly at the skin causing moan to escape your mouth right next to his ear. His eyes shoot open “Y/N???!! What are you doing here!!” You shove your way out of his bed fixing your clothes. He shoves the blanket off his body to expose a buldge coming from his white boxers you find the nearest pair of shorts and throw them at him. “Just get dressed weirdo we had plans to go see a movie today remember?”
You turn around your cheeks flaming. You walk out and slam the door behind you. You walk over to your best friends bathroom and splash your face with cold water to try and extinguish the flames on your cheeks. Jungkook walks in behind you and passes you a towel “are you hot y/n? You’re kinda sweaty.” He chuckles. You pat your face dry and throw the towel at his face. “What?!” He exclaims as you Storm away still embarrassed by the events that just unfolded. “Sorry y/n” he says walking out towards you pulling a white shirt over his head his soft toned muscles flexing, you trail your eyes over his body his lean toned body taking it all in ‘Since when did that boy… stop being a boy’ you think to yourself. You lean towards him crossing your arms “You think I’ll forgive you so easily. You’ll be buying me an ice cream later just for that” you tease him. “Fine fine fine” he chuckles as he pulls a black cardigan over his shirt.
The movie not catching your attention, you begin to doze off slightly causing you to lean into Jungkooks shoulder. He looks over at you surprised and looks down to see your tank top being pulled down showing off the top of your black laced bra. Jungkook swallows a lump that begins to form in this throat and softly shrugs of his cardigan and lays it over the top of you. He takes a deep breath and begins to think ‘how do I casually tell y/n that I can see her bra? How do I tell her her chest is hanging out? How do I tell her she has nice soft skin?’ He sighs and continues to watch the movie.
After the movie you awake to hear Jungkooks voice whispering your name. “Let’s go get that ice cream” You rub your eyes as Jungkooks cardigan slides off your shoulders you notice your bra showing and looks over to see Jungkooks cheeks turning a slight shade of pink “please keep that with you” he coughs out. You tie it around your waist and walk out of the theater. You guys arrive at a small ice cream parlor and both order a cone. You walk outside to sit in the sun while you eat your ice cream in an awkward silence. “So how was the movie? Also your ice cream looks really good” you say to break the silence as you lean forward and take a small lick of his ice cream. His eyes widen and he turns his head “it was boring not worth the money spent” he says looking at a bird walking in front of the table. You cock your head to the side in confusion because you guys always share foods and he never reacts like this. “You fell asleep about halfway through and looked cold so I gave you my shirt.” He says smiling at you trying to act as if he didn’t just blush. You lean back into the warm metal seat and lick at your ice cream until a part of it melts down off the cone and down your hand dripping onto your chest. “AH fuck.” You groan as you lick the ice cream off your arm leaning forward to grab a napkin causing the Ice Cream to melt farther down your tanktop. “Kookie a little help here please man?” you say looking at him. He looks at the small mess and licks his lips “uh yea sure no problem y/n” he gets up and throws away a half finished cone. He grabs a napkin and softly whipes up the mess on your chest. “Umm y/n I think thats enough ice cream for today” he chuckles nervously.
You guys walk back to his house and he opens the door for you letting you in first. As soon as you step through the doorway you feel him rush in quickly behind you. He throws you over his shoulder and walks over to his room. He throws you onto the bed and walks over to his closet throwing you one of his shirts “Put this on please y/n. This is torture just put it on I’m begging you.” He looks at you pleadingly “uhhh ok?” You say making a face you throw his shirt on over your tank top taking in his smell. ‘He smells nice’ you think to yourself. You slip off the tank top and drop it onto his floor. “Happy?” You ask him. He takes a deep breath and walks over to you “noo. I’m not. This is weird. When I saw your bra I just felt all weird. When you had me clean up the ice cream like I usually would i just got really nervous. I can’t stop staring at you today.” He leans forward and pushes you back onto his bed laying on top of you pressing his knee between your legs. “Kookie what the fuck dude-” You begin to shout as he interrupts you by kissing you. He takes a large warm hand and slides it up your borrowed shirt and grabs at the soft tummy skin pulling your lower body closer to his. You begin to protest but quickly decide against it loving the way his lips mold perfectly against yours. You slide his white shirt up off his body leaving him gloriously shirtless.you pull away from the kiss breathless “ok so what does this mean for us now” you say in a shaky breathless voice. He quickly replies with “obviously we see eachother as man and women now instead of friends. If you’d have me I’d like to try being your boyfriend seeing as how we practically already were” he says in between planting kisses down your neck. You lean your head back and bite your lip ,nervous since you know for a fact this is both of your first times doing something like this.
*** pg 13 and R rated stuff so back off if you a kid mk?*****
You wrap your legs around his waist causing his hard member to press against your dampening womenhood. He begins to grind into you between the clothes in between you. His clothed tip gentally pushing itself unknowingly into you cause you to let out a slight hiss. He stops and begins to fumble with his pants as your hurry to take yours off in pursuit. He throws his blanet over you and presses his tented member against you feeling the dampness against him. He lets out a deep moan at this feeling. His head leans back in a delightful manor. He slides one hand down your lacy panties as you slide one into his now painfully member. You smear precum over his head as you begin to pump his hard hot member. He inserts one finger into your core and pumps at a painfully slow pace. He pulls both pars of underwear down to get a better rhythm. You lean over underneath his bed to grab a condom from where his mom gave them to him just for when he finally chooses to be sexually active. You push it against his chest as you plant kisses and bites all down his neck and adams apple. He unwrap the rubber and slides it down his member and looks at you waiting for a positive sign that you are sure about this. You nibble his earlobe and pur softly “do it.” He begins to insert it as tears fill your eyes at this new painful sensation “FINALLY! WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR THIS” You gasp loudly and quickly pull the cover over your body to see the boys standing in his doorway with big cheeky grins. “GET OUT” Jungkook yells as he throws a pillow at the door making all the boys run out of the way. He gets up and runs to slam the door shut and throws himself on to the bed. “I’m sorry. I got carried away I didnt hear them come in i didnt know they were coming over” You pull him into a sweet kiss and whisper “why let that stop us. Now where were we” You say seductively pulling him back down on you
A/N: I hope you guys are ready for some cute Dean Fluff!! <3 <3 I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!
You walked through the bunker, your blanket cloaked around your body. You trudged through the halls of the bunker, which was empty because the brothers were currently out on a hunt. You had been with the Winchesters for a few years now, and you weren’t one for the hunts, just the research. They had always reassured you that they didn’t mind you not going on the hunts. They preferred to have you safe at the bunker anyway. However, you sometimes got lonely all by yourself. You would worry, but then they would come home the next day and they would take a couple days before the next hunt, if they could.
You sat down on the couch in the library, grabbing your laptop off of the side table that was next to the couch. You opened your laptop, lying against the arm of the couch for support. It was midnight and you still couldn’t sleep, but you loved the library; it was where you spent most of your time. You scrolled through your YouTube subscriptions. There wasn’t much of anything that was new since you had last watched. You closed your laptop and set it back in it’s spot on the side table. You got up and headed towards the kitchen. You liked to cook when you felt awful or when you couldn’t sleep.
I have to request in 2 asks lol Happy imagine where your a bigger girl
not so confident but you had been seeing happy in secret chibs is the
only one who knows you arent sure he wants people to know chibs
encourages you to surprise him at the club, you show up surprise him he plays it off like your just a friend blows
you off. Chibs lectures him and he begs your forgiveness you end up
I was looking at my reflection on the mirror, Happy was taking a shower on
the room next to me. I touched with the tips of my fingers my tummy and my
thighs, paying attention to every detail, every insecurity. I felt disgust
turning my stomach but I could see the love marks Happy left through my skin
starting to turn purple and I asked myself why, why would he chose me not once
or twice but several nights a week for how long? Six months. Things were taking
a serious turn in my heart, it was not a last night stand since about two
months ago when he started staying the night, then taking a shower in the
morning and now even a cup of coffee while both of us talked about our days,
our favorite movies and expectations.
I heard the water close and I ran to get a shirt to cover my body with,
when the door was opening I was already sliding on some sweats, god forbid he
seeing my legs in the light of the day, he came out only wearing a towel covering
his lower region and I blushed a little at the view.
“Mornin’” he said in a hushed voice and I looked at him with a smile “Sleep well?”
“Yeah, Hap” I said before getting up, I opened one of the drawers and took a clean
shirt for him. He raised his eyebrows at me “You let me borrow your shirts sometimes, I wash them and keep them in
the drawer” I said and he smiled at me before embracing me for a short
second “I’ll make some coffee, alright?”
I met Happy through Chibs, we became good friends a while ago one time
when my old car broke down and from that moment we became pretty close, he was
my confident and helped me work on my self-esteem and self-worth even when
times were looking blue more than anything, he took me to one of the club’s
parties one night and that was the moment all began. Sitting on a sofa next to
two crow eaters sat the man I would fell in love with no more than three months
later, he had that bad to the bone aura that attracted me since the minute we
looked at each other in the eye. Chibs introduced me to Happy on the couch that
night and Jax and Tig who were standing next to the bar, immediately the dark
haired one started flirting and making me laugh the whole night but it only developed
into a silly friendship unlike the look in Happy’s face through the whole time.
Not even a week later I was in bed next to Happy.
“Hey Lass” said the Scottish man on the other line of the phone “Happy invited you to the party tonight?”
he said and I just sighed
“He didn’t. This whole thing is a secret.” I said on the phone, 10 minutes ago Happy had left in his roaring
motorcycle he parked on the back of my place “I don’t know if I can keep playing this game anymore”
“Lass…you should come”
“Why? He’s definitely embarrassed of the
fatass he’s fucking with. If I was like one of the CaraCara girls I might would
be able to come” I said
while tearsran down my cheeks
“Lass, don’t think that way” he said sighing “You’re fucking
beautiful, girl and you should never forget that. Go put on some nice clothes
and come tonight, 7:30 make sure he knows what he’s missing out”
I put on my best jeans, a nice shirt and a leather jacket on top. My
high heels clicked against the pavement in from of the TM, the music roaring in
my ears, the smell of alcohol heavy in the air and lots lots of people and
motorcycles. I approached the entrance unsure if it was a good decision but
before I could leave back to my car, Filip was dragging me inside, putting a
drink on my hand and putting his hand around my waist. I saw Happy seating on
the same couch I met him the first time, Bobby next to him while some crow
eater danced on the latest lap. Happy had a blonde chick hanging around him but
he flipped her off at least two times since the first time I saw him, Chibs dragged
me there Bobby putting a hand up as a hello and Happy immediately meeting my
“Look, who’s here brother” said Chibs pushing me forward, the blonde chick looking at me up and
down but Happy didn’t say a thing. I just stood there quietly looking at Chibs
and he put his arm around my shoulders while we drank, a few Nomads approached
us no long after.
“Hey, I’m Marcus” said one and I introduced myself “So
YN what brings you here?” he said and Chibs nudged Happy.
“A friend of the club” said the Tacoma Killer looking at Marcus making the last one nod. I
felt my heart breaking at that moment but I just looked down putting the sour
beer against my lips, I waited a considerable time before heading outside
without it seeming obvious.
I heard someone come outside no long after “Chibs, I’m not in the mood” I said
“I’m not Chibs” Marcus was standing there next to me, he motioned us to sit on one of
the picnic tables and I followed him.
“Man that was a total asshole move” said Chibs in a whisper next to me, I looked at him with a serious look
and he just called me out to move. When we got outside there she was talking to
Marcus, the beautiful smile in her face for him. “You’re missing out in someone so beautiful and kind brother” said
Chibs but I couldn’t take my eyes of the sight in front of me, she looking at
him, paying complete attention to what he said. “You’re gonna lose her” he said and in that moment something
clicked on me with a few long steps I was next to them, Marcus looked up to me
expecting a reason for my outburst, she had a clueless look in her face.
“Something you need brother?” said Marcus but I couldn’t keep my eyes off YN
“Your hands off my old lady” I said and Marcus looked at me with wide eyes before stepping up and
leaving us alone.
“I’m not your old lady” she said with a cold tone and I felt a lump inside my throat. “You are embarrassed of me, how can I be
your old lady?”
“No baby, I’m….I’m an idiot baby girl” I said trying to approach her but she took her hand away from me.
“I’m going home, Happy” she said, No No No I couldn’t loser her not this way, never.
“I love you” I said and I saw her breath heavily “I love you so much, I was scared. I didn’t want this club, the shit
surrounding it to destroy what we have” I said taking her hand in between
mine and kissing it softly “I adore you,
you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I want to make sure you never
forget that” I said before putting her even closer to me and kissing her
softly “I love you, I love you. I’m
sorry I ever made you feel like you were not enough, YN. You are even more than
what a man like me deserves, love.” I said
“I love you too Happy” she said hugging me, I felt her tears wetting my shirt but I just held
her closer to me.
“Will you be my old lady?” I said and she nodded slowly
“No more hiding?” she said and I kissed her deeply
“No more hiding”
This request touched my heart because I’m a heavier girl myself and I
have dealt with self-esteem problems since I was a little girl, I hope someday
someone loves me for who I am and I know all of you beauties are going to find
someone who loves you and adores every single inch of yourselves, never take
any less from anyone because you deserve only the best.
Note: Violence. Torture. Blood. Beginnings of smut.
“She was a monster, but she was my monster.” - Jeanette Winterson
“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” - Friedrich Nietzsche
You followed behind Negan as best as you as he lead the way down to the cells.
Your leg was still bothering you, but you were managing to brush the pain off, not wanting to fall behind and have Negan get annoyed with you because you couldn’t keep up.
Ocassionally, he would slow down, looking back to make sure you were still close behind him with an expressionless look on his face.
You made sure you kept up with him the rest of the way.
Once you got down to the familiar corridor, you saw Dwight standing.outisde of the door, guarding it.
“Open that fucker up.” Negan said pointing Lucille at the door to the small room Randy was in.
Dwight nodded and took a ring of keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door.
“Dwight, why don’t you go check on Daryl. I’m sure he could be put to some fuckin’ use today.” Negan said motioning his head towards the outside door.
Dwight looked to you then back and Negan, “Sure, boss.” He said as he headed for the door.
You walked up the the door next to Negan, getting eager to go in, “Well?” You asked, looking back to him.
Negan smirked and put his hand on the doorknob, “Relax, darlin’. That fucker isn’t going anywhere. Besides, before I fuckin’ forget, I have something of yours.”
“What?” You said curiously as you looked back at him.
He adjusted Lucille on his shoulder as he looked at you and reached a hand down into the waistband of his pants.
You sighed and started to roll your eyes at him, thinking he was about to be very innapropriate, “Negan..”
He chucked and shook his head, “Trust me darlin’, I fuckin’ wish it was that, but it’s not.” He said as he pulled out a gun, handing it over to you, “I think this sweet ass eagle belongs to you.”
You took it from his hands, smiling as you bit your lip, looking down at the desert eagle.
You were happy to have it back, it was your prized possession.
This gun was to you as Lucille was to Negan.
“Fuck. You found it?” You said happily, pulling out the magazine to see it was loaded.
Negan nodded, “Yeah, it was found when the boys emptied the goddamn camp of supplies.”
“Glad it was found. Figured i’d never see it again.” You said, sticking it down into your own waistband.
Negan bit his lip as he looked you up and down, “Gotta fuckin’ say I’m glad to see it back. Seeing you with a weapon makes it hard to not wanna fuck you.” He said as he walked up closer to you, looking down at you.
You looked back up to him with a smirk as he backed you up into the wall.
“Damn, I didn’t know that’s all it took.” You smiled.
“Doesn’t fuckin’ take much at all for me to wanna fuck your brains out, darlin’.” He growled seductively, licking his lips.
You could feel your body temperature rise at his words, and you took in a deep breathe as you were getting turned on my his intimidating presence over you.
You both stared at each other, the sexual tension was was always obvious between the both of you.
It had become a normal thing between the two of you.
He had a dark look in his eyes and a seductive smirk on his face.
And you always knew that when he gave you that look, he wanted to throw you down and screw you until you couldn’t stand.
You bit your lip, and made yourself snap out of your lustful staring contest with him.
You turned your head to the door, “We going in?”
He cleared his throat and backed up, putting his hand on the doorknob again, “You fuckin’ ready for this, darlin’?”
“Oh, you have no idea.” You said plainly as you shifted your eyes to him.
He licked his lips, giving you a wink as he pushed the door open and walked in first, turning on the light to the room.
“Rise and fuckin’ shine, asshole.” Negan taunted with a proud smile as he prowled into the room, much like the way a wold does when it stalks it’s prey.
But you always found that to be sexy about Negan, he could command a room without talking. Simple movement he did coukd strike fear into the hearts of people, but all it did for you was make you want him even more.
You walked in behind him and saw Randy sitting on the ground, his knees were brought up to his chest and he had been stripped of his clothes.
He had a chain around his midsection and neck, you could tell they were cutting into him.
You smiled to yourself, now he was experiencing what you had to go through.
You knew this had to be Negan’s idea, he wanted Randy to suffer like you had, but Negan wanted to make it ten times worse on him, and you had no complaints over that.
He looked up at the both of you, his face swollen and almost unrecognizable.
It seemed that Negan had found a way to get his anger out.
Negan gave him a menacing smile as he stood over him, and Randy didn’t dare speak a word.
“Figured I’d bring the lovely wife in here for a little fuckin visit.” Negan smiled, as he stood over him.
Randy blinked and looked over to you evily, “How’s that leg, sweetheart?”
You gritted your teeth and limped forward to face him.
He smiled as he saw the damage that he and Mark caused.
Negan seeing this, gave him a swift kick to the stomach, making Randy bend over, sucking in a pained breathe.
“I wouldn’t fuckin’ find it amusing if I were you, you little prick.” Negan growled, leaning over him, holding Lucille behind him.
You smirked, “It’s cool, Negan.”
He looked back to you with a scowl on his face, “Not in my fuckin’ book, darlin’.”
You nodded and approached Randy closer as he lifted his head up to you, “Bitch, you should be dead.”
Negan tightened his grip on Lucille as he towered over Randy, you held a hand out to him, signaling him not to do anything.
He let out a grunt as he looked over to you, and shook his head, not wanting to back down, but doing it anyway.
“Yeah, I probably would be dead if someone more qualified tried to kill me.
You’re a fuckin’ pussy.” You said, looking down at him.
He smiled and leaned back against the wall, “Pussy.. That’s funny, last time I checked I was almost inside yours.”
You narrowed your eyes at him and suddenly lifted your good leg up and slammed your boot down into his bare crotch.
He let out a loud gasp and clenched his jaw and squirmed, trying to get you off of him.
Negan laughed and clapped his hands on Lucille.
“Goddamn, look at her!” He praised you as he leaned back against the wall.
“You’re such a fucking cunt!” Randy said through gritted teeth.
“Maybe I am. What’s wrong, you don’t like this? Do you feel violated, Randy?” You asked, giving him a sinister smile.
You were starting to feel the familiar urge to see some blood.
You reached down to pull your gun from your waistband and finally pulled your foot off him.
Randy grabbed onto himself tightly and made more groans of pains before he looked up to you with the gun.
“So what, you’re gonna kill me?” He growled in a pained voice.
You cooked the gun and shook your head slowly, “With this gun? No.”
You aimed it at his leg and let out a shot.
The sound of it range out loudly through the room, making your ears ring, but you didn’t pay it much attention.
Randy screamed and grabbed onto his leg as the blood began to pour out.
“SHIT! BITCH!” He bellowed out, gripping his leg tightly.
Negan walked up to you, rubbing one of his ears and smiled, “Shit darlin’, you could have gave me a goddamn fuckin’ warning.”
“Here’s your warning.” You said quickly as you pulled the trigger, shooting Randy in his other leg.
His screams of pain were even louder now as he rocked back and forth, knocking his head into the walk and cursed you each time he did.
You smiled in satisfaction, torturing someone who had caused you so much pain was becoming an amazing feeling.
You almost understood why Negan did such things.
Negan smiled as he licked his lips and gripped your shoulder, “Damn. You see this shit, Randy?”
Randy didn’t pay any attention, he was beginning to panic with the blood pooling on the floor, and he breathed heavily.
Negan grimaced and reached down to grab him by the face, “I said do you fuckin’ see this shit, motherfucker?!”
Randy nodded violently as Negan had a tight grip on his face, digging his fingers into his already black eye.
“Good. You should fuckin’ watch, I know you can definitely fuckin’ feel this goddamn shit. I know I’m enjoying the fuck out of watching her fuck your world up.” Negan spat, as he pushed Randy’s head violently against the wall.
Negan backed up and slung Lucille over his shoulder, “This is what the fuck happens when you disobey every goddamn rule that has been fuckin’ set in place. You’re gonna fuckin’ pay for everything you’ve done and especially for the shit you’ve done to her.” He said as he clenched his jaw, pointing to you.
You walked over to Negan and put your hands on his chest and he looked back down at you, licking his lips, “ Yes, babydoll?”
You bit your lip, “I need to borrow something of yours.”
You ran your hands down his chest, he smirked as your hands got lower.
You felt the cool leather of his jacket under your fingertips.
You could hear Randy still breathing heavily behind you, gasping for air.
Your got down to Negan’s belt and ran a hand across it to side.
Negan bit his lip, keeping his eyes on you.
You smiled back up to him as your hand reached the handle of the large hunting knife Negan always kept at his side.
You pulled it slowly out of the sheath and Negan breathed in as he watched you, you could tell liked watching you be so ruthless.
“I’ll give it back.” You said in a low tone.
“Take all the fuckin’ time you want.” He said, cutting his eyes to you.
You turned back to Randy and kneeled down, ignoring the pain in your leg as you did so.
His eyes met your and they were glossy and pupils were dilated from the trauma.
You smiled at him.
“I really hope you don’t want me to feel sorry for you.” You said, rolling your eyes, gripping onto the knife.
“Go fuck yourself.” He grunted, trying to spit at you, like you had done him.
You dodged it just in time and nodded your head as you kept looking at him.
You gripped the knife tight and sighed before plunging it between his legs.
The next set of screams that came from his mouth were nothing like the ones from earlier, they were almost primal as he writhed against the wall.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Negan called out in surprise, you could tell that was something he never expected, as he leaned against the wall letting out a laugh, “Never have I fuckin’ ever seen any shit quite like that.”
You plunged the knife in deeper and Randy could barely move he was frozen where he was, in total shock.
Blood was pouring all over the floor now as Randy gasped uncontrollably.
“Does that hurt? Because I hope it does.” You said, as you spit on him.
You pulled the knife out of him and he screamed even more as it continued cutting him, once it was out you used his leg to wipe off the blood from it.
You tried to stand up as best you could and Negan took a hand under your arm to help pull you the rest of the way up.
“Fuck darlin’, I think you nearly cut his goddamn dick off.” Negan said with a playful sneer as he pointed to Randy with the bat.
“Good enough.” You said as you stuck the back into the sheath on his side, “I’m done. Are you gonna a let him bleed out or what?”
He shook his head, “Fuck no. Lucille wants a turn. She’s fuckin’ thirsty today.” He said holding the bat up to his face.
You smiled and backed up in the other side of the wall, you had seen how violently Negan used Lucille, so you knew to give him as much space as needed.
Randy was still managing to hang on, but seemed to be getting weak, so Negan had to make his move quick, and he did waste any time.
He stood of Randy with a wicked smiled, “This might fuckin’ hurt.” He said happily as he raised Lucille and brought her down on his head with a great force.
You had never sent him put that much force into a blow from Lucille.
Negan began to get angry all over again as he based Randy’s head in, his skull splitting open to reveal the insides.
The crossed your arms against the wall, there had been times where it had been somewhat hard to watch Negan use lucille, but this wasn’t on of those times, you watched with complete interest, but after what this man had done to you and what he wanted to do to Negan, it actually made you happy to see him have such a horrible demise.
If anybody every deserved this kind of treatment, it was him.
After about 20 rage filled blows, Negan finally quit, he backed of him, grunting and sweaty.
He slicked his now messy hair back with a bloody hand and breathed heavy, putting Lucille on his shlukder, he turned to you and you both locked in a stare.
It was weird, but you coukd feel that usual sexual,tension reach a peek, you both stared at each other, breathing heavily.
You balled you fist as you looked back at him, filled with lust and he stared back in the same manner.
It was a scenario that shouldn’t have turned either of you on, but it did.
Negan rushed up to you, pushing you back against the wall, pushing his lips into yours and sticking his tongue in your mouth as you bit back at him, kissing eachother roughly, he grabbed the side of your face - a little too roughly- but you didn’t care. It was beginning to feel good.
He bit at your lip, letting his free hand, roam over your body before it found the edge of your shirt and he began to go under your shirt, feeling the warmness of his skin on yours made small moan escape your lips.
He grunted and pulled back to look at you, “Fuckin’ follow me, now.” He said in a seductive growl.
You nodded obidiently, and followed behind him out of the room, you made sure to close the door, leaving the bloody mess behind and out of tour thoughts.
“What about that mess?” You said, looking at him as he had a grip on your shoukder, pulling you with him.
You had forgotten about your leg and could still feel the pain, but not wanting to fall behind.
“Fuck it. It’s Dwight’s. That’s not what’s on my goddamn mind right now.” He growled again, shifting his eyes to you, roaming over your body.
He took you back out into the yard and over to the armory storage where all the weapons were kept, he pushed the door open to it, where a few of the men were putting new weapons away, they all looked to Negan and started to kneel as they saw him.
“Get the fuck out.” Negan said in a hasty tone, gripping onto your shoulder.
“But we haven’t finished.” One of them men protested, putting a gun away.
Negan walked in and narrowed his eyes, “I said your down for fuckin’ now. Now get the fuck out of my goddamn inventory.”
The man nodded quickly and he and the other men left the room fast.
Negan slammed the door shit and put Lucille on one of the shakes before lifting you up onto a table in the middle of the room, spreading your legs to get himself between them as he pulled onto your short, planting rough kisses onto your nwck, you ripped his jacket off his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex each time he moved. You bit your lip as he ran his tongue lightly over the spot on your neck where the chain had bruised you, it felt amazing.
You groaned as he ran a hand under your shirt and you placed a hand on his chest.
“Negan, literally everyone will probably hear this.” You said, stopping him momentarily.
He breathed and licked his lips, “Then try to be fuckin’ quiet, darlin’. But shit, I fuckin’ love hearing those fuckin’ moans you make, and that they know I’m fuckin’ the hell out of you.” He grolwed, crashing his lips to yours.
“Fuck it.” You rolled your eyes playfully, and pulled him closer to you.
good night (baekhyun) word count: 1553 w. genre: romance, fluff, university!au summary: baekhyun never imagined himself getting addicted to the sight of a girl wearing pajamas with kiddie prints and messy hair, but he did.
It all started one chilly, winter evening. Baekhyun was hunched over his study table, adjusting his lamp so the light would prevent from creating a glare on his glasses. Chanyeol, on the other hand, was munching happily on his potato chips while trying his hardest to contemplate whether his calculus assignment would be applied to his current course and future job. Chanyeol failed to see any connection because there was no connection at all.
Where Baekhyun excelled in academics, Chanyeol was average. And where Chanyeol excelled in being a social butterfly, well, let’s say Baekhyun was trying.
Not really, but Baekhyun had to because suddenly he’s opening the door to you wearing pink pajamas with bunny prints and an oversized tee. Hair strands were sticking out in different directions and Baekhyun tried to keep his hands from reaching out to comb your messy hair with his fingers.
Chanyeol peeked over to see Baekhyun completely dumbfounded by the front door. For a boy with an unstoppable mouth, it amazed Chanyeol how you could make Baekhyun speechless in a second. At that moment, Chanyeol knew Baekhyun was fucked. Big time.
No one can make the almighty Baekhyun speechless and yet here you were doing the impossible.
“I’m sorry if this is so sudden but I really need your textbook for Advanced Chemistry,” you pleaded, a hint of desperation covering your voice. Baekhyun noticed how you were rubbing your palms to your sides to create warmth.
“Uh, yeah, sure. Please, come in.” Baekhyun offered. You entered inside their dorm and sat down beside Chanyeol on the couch while Baekhyun finds his textbook.
Chanyeol examined your disheveled state. You were kinda cute but not exactly his type. Chanyeol tapped your shoulder before flashing a wide teethy grin. “Hi, I’m Chanyeol, Baekhyun’s roommate. And you are?”
Baekhyun cuts his best friend off by saying your name rather than saying it yourself. You raised your brow. How does Baekhyun know your name? As far as you know, you haven’t had a decent conversation with the guy.
“Here you go. You can return the book next week or any time convenient for you.” Baekhyun passed you his textbook and you slightly bowed your head, muttering an inaudible thank you.
Baekhyun escorted you out of the dorm. See, what’s good about borrowing textbooks from your neighbor is that your ‘neighbor’s’ dorm is right in front of yours. You beamed, “Thanks for the book again. I really appreciate your help even if we pass by each other every morning and this is our first real conversation.”
In Baekhyun’s defense, he wasn’t just passing by you. He was trying to sync with your timing. Both of you had morning classes and maybe Baekhyun was waiting for you to come out the door so that he could take a glimpse of you. He wasn’t going to admit that, of course.
“Do you want us to have more?” Baekhyun said out of the blue which caught you off guard. You wanted to say yes but then again, you two weren’t so close.
“I don’t know,” You rubbed your nape nervously. You can hear your the beat of your heart quickening as your heart rammed against your chest. “Maybe some other time.”
You held up the textbook he lent you. “I still have a lot of studying to do.”
Baekhyun lightly chuckled. He thought the voice at the back of his head was right. That he was going to get rejected in such a short amount of time but it didn’t seem that way. You opened the door to your dorm only to be greeted by your sleepy roommate in blue pajamas.
“What took you so fucking long?” She scoffed, rubbing her eyes a bit too harsh. You shrugged playfully before stepping inside your dorm.
Baekhyun walked back to his side of the hallway then lingered his eyes on your closed door. Quietly, you unlocked the door. You created just enough gap for your face to peek out. “Hey, Baekhyun.”
Baekhyun was doing the same. “Yeah?”
“Goodnight.” He smiled before proceeding on shutting the door and clutching his heart that was now thumping faster than usual.
Baekhyun always thought you were a pretty one. He likes you just like how you were liked by everyone. Nothing too intense. He doesn’t feel much for you but that night, for the first time, Baekhyun stared at his book blankly.
You were crowding his mind and it was getting out of hand to the point that he can’t hide behind his books anymore. Baekhyun knew he was in deep trouble.
Weeks passed by and Baekhyun would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t miss your presence. He would do anything to see you in the same animal pajamas. You returned the book nonetheless but Baekhyun ran out of luck when it was your roommate who knocked on the door. Chanyeol always found his best friend taking a look at your door waiting to see if you would miraculously show up at their doorstep and have a long chat with the lovesick puppy.
Chanyeol noticed how Baekhyun wasn’t acting like himself. It was time he did something about it. He needed to save Baekhyun. And his social life. And what could be his very first relationship aside from Baekhyun’s proclamation of marrying his books.
Continuous knocking sounded all the way through the room. Baekhyun rolled on his stomach as he tried to reach his alarm clock. 2:51 AM, it read. It must be Chanyeol, he thought. Chanyeol attended a party because isn’t that what people with socially active lives do on a Saturday night?
Baekhyun practically dragged himself to the door. He swore he would curse Chanyeol for waking him up at such an ungodly hour. He was accumulating all the profanities in his head, ready to escape his tongue when he unlatched the door to the sight of you.
This time in blue pajamas. And dog paw prints covering your lower body. Your hair was in the same tousled style. The only difference was that you had your Mickey Mouse hotdog pillow on one hand and your other hand rubbing your eyelids.
Baekhyun scrunched his nose. “Why are you still awake?”
“I can’t sleep,” your voice was hoarse and kind of hard to understand. Even in a sleepy state, you found the confused expression on his face rather adorable.
You continued, “I always have nightmares when I sleep alone. She ran off to some party with some guy named Chanyeol, I think, while I was sleeping. When I woke up, she wasn’t around anymore and now I can’t go back to sleep.”
“Should I call her?”
“No, let her have her fun. She’s been stressed this week.” You went on. “If it doesn’t bother you, can I sleep here for the night? I just really need someone to sleep with.”
Baekhyun hesitated for a moment. The dorm supervisor might catch them redhanded in one room. He would probably violate the rules because the male and female dorms were separated from each other. It could possibly lead to an expulsion from the university dorm but what the hell, you were looking too heavenly for Baekhyun to keep you from having some good night sleep.
Baekhyun waved off his worry. He can make something up in the morning.
That’s why you’re on Chanyeol’s bed, lying on your back and staring at the ceiling. You were used to snuggling up with your roommate on one bed because you meant what you said. Sleep was out of the question when you had no one beside you. Literally.
Squirming, you tried to find the perfect position to fall asleep. Sadly, the sleepiness you yearned for isn’t coming any moment. That is until Baekhyun squeezed himself on the empty space beside you. There was enough for the both of you to turn sideways. Actually, you would be a liar if you didn’t admit how comfortable you were lying beside him.
“Having trouble sleeping?” Baekhyun asked so innocently you couldn’t help but smile. “What makes you sleep? Do you want milk? Anything in particular to drink?”
You immediately snuggled up to him. Wrapping your arm around his torso, your head fell into place–on his chest–acting as a pillow as if it was the only place in the world that provided you warmth and comfort. Baekhyun placed his hand on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing invisible shapes on your clothed skin.
His scent smelled of strawberries and fresh morning dew and you couldn’t help yourself but get addicted to his essence. Baekhyun gently ran his fingers through your hair as his soothing voice hummed you a lullaby. His voice sounded like the music box you had as a kid putting you to sleep like it always did.
Baekhyun’s chest fell into its natural rhythm when his humming began to fade but still enough for the melody to flow into your ears. You found yourself slowly drifting away to dreamland. You let out an inaudible whisper, “Goodnight.”
Shared body heat warded off the night’s chilly air.
Hushed breathing echoed all over the bedroom. Baekhyun whispered back, “Goodnight.”
Baekhyun always thought nuzzling his nose in his books was the best place in the world. It never occurred to him that being beside you was the perfect place to be.
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I might be a little off my game but hopefully this is what you were looking for. I rather enjoyed writing the dialogue for this so I hope it suits the characters. This was requested by thegirlwiththeimpala so enjoy!I hope there was enough fluff for you - I decided to shake it up and not write a kissing scene. I think it would have been too out of place at this stage in their relationship but let me know your honest opinion, I appreciate the feedback.
Prompt: Can you do a oneshot were Steve and you are watching a movie together and fall asleep on the couch and the avengers (Tony and Nat!?) find you in the morning (cuddled up) and think it´s really sweet and taking a picture. When you and Steve see the photo you admit you like each other. Really fluffy. <3
“The Photograph” (Part 1)
“Well that film absolutely sucked.” Steve snorted as the credits began to roll. Kicking the blanket away with your feet, you heaved your legs off of his lap. The minute you did so, your calves missed the gentle touch of his hands which he had been resting atop the blanket.
“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” You giggled as you approached the DVD player. “Yes, (y/n), it was. Frankly, the plot was predictable and the relationship between Reed and Susan was stale.” You rolled your eyes as the device spit the DVD tray back out, almost as if it was rejecting your “The Fantastic Four” DVD. You still didn’t understand why it was so disliked – you thought it was quite an enjoyable film. “Oh, what would you know about love and all that jazz?” You laughed. You didn’t notice the way his eyes stared longingly at you in silent response to your question. Eventually, he was forced to say something else. “Don’t even get me started on the actor who played the fire guy – what was his name? Johnny Storm? He was awful.”
“Well alright then, you can pick the next DVD if you like.” You replied. Having returned the disc to its case, you gestured to the small selection of films you had extracted from your ever-growing collection. “(Y/n), it’s nearly midnight.” Steve pointed out with a smile that suggested he didn’t really care. “I didn’t say we’d watch all of it… Even if we fall asleep here, I’m not letting up until you have watched a film you don’t complain after.” Steve’s eyes pored over the films you had piled up on the coffee table in front of him – nothing really jumped out. “Oh, I don’t know, why don’t you just choose?” He asked rhetorically. “Because every time I do, I get a bloody monologue afterwards telling me why it’s such a crap film. Now pick something so I can’t be held responsible.” You demanded. Steve smirked at the authority that you were showing. “Fine. That one.” He said, jutting out his index finger at a box halfway down the pile. Following the direction in which he was pointing, you saw the faces of Gary Sinise and John Malkovich looking back at you.
Of Mice and Men.
“Good choice.” You said before dealing with the disc. As the DVD whirred into action, you picked up the remote and returned to your position on the sofa, draping the thick blanket over your legs. Steve turned to you. “What are you doing?” “Well, when people place their asses on a surface and stay there it’s usually referred to as ‘sitting down’. Didn’t realise that was such a novelty in the 40s.” You muttered whilst adjusting the blanket. After playfully hitting you as punishment for your sarcasm, Steve explained. “No shit Sherlock. I meant that you’ve moved further away.” He sighed. Without realising, you had indeed sat next on the seat next to him as opposed to how you’d initially sat – with your legs across his lap which he fondly stroked. He held up his arm so that you could crawl next to him and you obliged.
“I’ve read the book and I know how this ends – if it’s as sad as I remember then I’m going to need you here to comfort me.” He smiled wistfully. “This coming from the man who fought Nazis-OW!” You yelped. Steve had pinched you in the rib to stop you being sarcastic. “Bravery has nothing to do with sentimentality…” He chuckled. With your arms wrapped around his torso and your head on his chest, it was difficult for you to look up at him though it didn’t stop you from trying. “Wow, that’s actually, surprisingly deep, Steve.” You giggled. “I do have a brain, you know.” “Really? Well, let me know if you ever fancy using it.”