damn you you little shit and this smirk of yours

Hickeys (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Hi! :) I absolutely adore your blog and I was wondering if you could do a Jughead x Reader oneshot where the the reader has a hickey and Veronica points it out so everyone is teasing her all day to find out who it’s from and they eventually realize it was Juggie? Thank you <3

A/N: Sorry if it’s not as good as you thought it would be! (It’s literally 3am here and I feel like banging my head against the wall. I literally haven’t slept in so long dear god.)


Warnings: Swearing? Mentions of hickeys. Jug’s a little shit. 

Hickeys (Jughead x Reader)

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Shit. Juggie, Wake up!” You push yourself off your bed and glance at your sleeping boyfriend.

He just groans and rolls over.

“No. We have school today and you have to get up! We’re gonna be late.” You grab his arm and tug.

He tugs back, pulling you against his chest. “A few more minutes, (Y/n).” He leans down and kisses down your jaw.

You let out a whimper as he nibbles down your neck, leaving hickeys along the way.


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Stay With Me

Drabble Prompt: “You look like the girl I fell in love with.“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Requested by: @tas898

This is fucking terrible.

You’re glaring at the rack of clothes in your dressing room, contemplating your life choices. Shooting daggers at the short, black dress in front of you, it’s totally mocking your ass right now. 

This is typical. You’ve always hated dresses…dressing up in general actually. You can usually sass your way out of most things but now you’re fucking stuck.

“You almost ready, baby? You don’t want to start late.” Your boyfriend shouts from the other room. Gorgeous bastard. He got you into this mess.

You don’t care about being late. If anything it just delays the god damn inevitable which you welcome at this point. 

“You’re not dressed yet?!” Jensen’s eyes widen as he takes in your messy appearance.

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She’s Mine


Daryl Dixon x Reader | Smut Warning | 18+ Only | NSFW |

Request: Hello, first I want to write is that your stories are awfully cute. (I have to admit that you’re doing the best for the Imagine Daryl). Well, I thought, since I’m not so much experience in TWD, because I was in the fifth series. I love stupid crap Merle. Brother Daryl. It occurred to me that the reader will have to suffer the stupid crap Merle and Daryl she stands up, well obviously, Smut. I do not know, it’s a proposal, but I think you would have to grapple with it, I believe you can do it.

Summary: Season 1 Era. Before the pilot and before Merle is left on the roof. Daryl and his brother Merle keep to the outskirts of the camp, Reader is interested in Daryl and starts to try and act friendly toward him, only to end up dealing with Merle constantly hitting on her and trying to grab on her. Daryl finally has enough and tells Merle off. Smut ensues. Daryl claims her. 

(Season 1 Daryl is so fun and Drunk Merle was also fun to write lol. Enjoy!)


Y/N stared across the way as she absent mindedly helped Carol and Andrea fold laundry. You had just pulled all the clean clothes of the line and were now going to work making sure everyone’s laundry was folded and given back to them. “Woman’s work”, as Lori would call it. You were never the type for, “woman’s work,” but you played along because you were grateful the group had taken you in after the end of the world.

Your eyes haze over as your hands work on their own and you focus in on the man who had your eye from the minute you had found these people, Daryl Dixon. He had piercing blue eyes and a glare that just about knocked the breath out of you every time he sent it your way.

You smile to yourself as your eyes run down his dirt covered rippling muscled arms, over to his big barrel chest that unfortunately was covered with a red and white cut off flannel shirt. You imagined yourself popping open each button until his full form was revealed in front of you. You looked down his legs and stared at the button of his jean. You bite your lip as you imagine popping it open, sliding them down, and setting free his cock. You rub your legs together imagining what it would feel like pushing into you making you cry out for more.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a throat clear. You snap eyes over and realize it is Carol’s voice. Carol and Andrea stand there grinning to themselves.

“Why don’t you go on over and say hello? You know you want to.” Carol nodded her knowing eyes your way.

“What about laundry duty?” You ask.

“We got it. You go. Have fun.” Andrea winks at you.

Your face turns a little read and you smile sheepishly for a moment, before taking a deep breath of confidence, turning your heels and walking quickly across the camp. You made a beeline for Daryl and Merle’s setup which was all the way across the camp and way to the back, a few yards away from everyone else. They had two tents set up side by side, with their own fire pit in front of it and an old broken down car to block potential random walkers who could come out of the woods behind the camp.

You dig your heels harder into the dirt as you walk toward him. You smile when you see him hard at work chopping wood, sweat glistening on his skin, radiating him in the bright sunlight. Merle was drinking a beer watching his brother work away, not even offering to help. You scoffed at Merle, you really didn’t like him. He was always so rude and always trying to hit on Andrea when she clearly hated him. He was one of those men you knew all too well back in the real world. Seems that those were the only kind of men who survived now, but not Daryl; Daryl was different.

You watch as Daryl’s toned arms lifted over his head, as he squared his feet, wiggling his hips a little, before slamming the blade down into the wood below. The wood split swiftly in two and dropped to the ground on either side of the big wooden stump. He breathed heavily as he reached down, grabbed another log, and repeated his actions. He grabbed another log and was about to raise his arms in the air to swing again, when he noticed you approaching their camp.

His harsh eyes looked up your body, slower than usual, making them to yours and piercing into your soul, “What is it, sunshine?” He asked with attitude.

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Every Bit of It: Part One

Soulmate AU: Everyone has a line that starts from their ring finger that goes to their heart, and in the line is spells out the very frst thoughts you have about your soulmate.

Tyrannus Basilton Pitch hates his line. It’s just like everyone else, but there is only one word repeated over and over and over again. “Wow.” Am I really not more creative than that? Whoever my soulmate is better be “wow” worthy otherwise I will be pissed off. Then again, I’m pissed off a lot.

I wonder what other people’s lines say. Some just say “They’re beautiful,” where others say “Those shoes are ugly as hell.” I think it’s funny, the variety of thoughts that people can have about someone they are truly destined for. Not that I believe all this shit. My friend Agatha doesn’t have a line. When she was younger she wanted to get a tattoo of one, just to make her look normal, but since then the tattooing of the lines have become illegal. I guess there have been too many people in Agatha’s position where they get lines and steal soulmates from other people. Agatha isn’t like that though. She just wanted a line, no words, to make her look normal.

Work today is slow as a bitch. Why does no one want coffee? Coffee is great. I am debating getting some when the door dings open. Two people walk in, but the sun from outside blocks my view of them.

“Honesty, Simon, do you really need to go to every single store in London to find these bloody scones? I want to go home,” a girl’s voice said.

“Yes, Penny. You know I am addicted to them.”

I rolled my eyes. Wow, I thought. Scones? Then I froze. I thought wow. Is that..?

Simon and Penny walked up to the counter. “Hi! Do you have scones?”

“Um, yeah, what kind do you want?” I asked him, movements slow in case he realized that maybe I was his soulmate.

“Sour cherry,” he said. And then he froze. “Give us a minute will you?”

He dragged the girl away and whispered to her. His hands were moved everywhere, he gestured to where his line is, and he blushed when he realized I was staring at him. I got the sour cherry scones for him, I didn’t know how much he wanted so I just gave him five since they are sold in bundles of five. I waited for them at the counter. Penny went and sat down and he walked back to the counter. Holy shit. He’s really cute.

He has bronze curls and blue eyes. His face is covered in freckles and little moles and it’s the cutest thing I’ve seen in a while.

“I have five scones for you, do you want more?” I ask him.

“Five is good, but I would like your number,” he replies. Damn, he’s good.

“Let me get that for you..?”

“Simon. My name is Simon “Your Soulmate” Snow.“ He actually used finger quotes around "Your Soulmate.” He smirked like hell when he did that. Why did I feel like he should never smirk?

“That’s smooth, Snow. That’s smooth,” I whispered as I was writing my number on his receipt. “Now, just because you are my soulmate doesn’t mean you don’t have to pay for these scones and my number. That’ll be 3.49.”

“Does that include or not include your phone number?” He asked, handing me the money.

“My number costs one date with you.” I answered, handing him the scones and my number. “I’m off in an hour.”

“I’ll wait for you here,” he winked and walked back to Penny, who was silently recording the entire encounter.

“Did you get it?” Snow whispered just a little too loud.

Penny smiled. “Every bit of it.”

I don’t think I hate my line anymore.

Darkest Desire: One Time Thing

Don’t forget to read previous chapters! Darkest Desire Masterlist

Chapter 20

Summary: Jamie, Simon, and Negan are nearly killed by Sasha. Negan plans to go to Alexandria and you convince him to take you. You and Negan continue to fight about “saying yes” to becoming a wife. 

Word Count: 2,772

WARNINGS: Language, Violence, Smut

Thank you @une-femme-de-lettres for making the gif for me!!!

As always, thank you @i-am-negan-trash for being my beta reader and coming up with the good chapter title! 

“What the hell?” You looked up at Sasha as she pointed a gun in your face, “Sash?”

“Move!” Sasha growled as she pointed her gun towards Jamie and Simon.

“No!” you shouted, blocking her from shooting them.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Sasha shouted back.

“You can’t hurt them!” you pleaded.

“They work for Negan. They deserve it!” Sasha replied coldly.

“Are you saying Eugene and I deserve to die too?” You shook your head in frustration.

“Of course not! You guys are Negan’s prisoners!”

“But we’re not. We work for points,” you admitted.

Sasha became frustrated and pointed the gun back at you again. You could tell that it made her angry that you willingly worked for Negan. He was supposed to be the enemy.

“Where’s Negan?” Sasha hissed at you.  

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Imagine being in a car with Frank

You leaned back into the driver’s seat, waiting as instructed. Your sighed out of boredom and reached down under your thigh, nestled between the jeans you wore and the seat was your gun.

Your smile disappeared when the the door leading into the building burst open. A hard looking man in a black coat and blue cap approached the car with a black duffel bag, he hesitated for a moment.

“Frank, right? You getting in or what?” You leaned over to the passenger door and swung it opened. The man looked around before getting in.

“So the plan hasn’t changed? Same location?” You asked starting the car up and reviving the engine.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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She’s Mine [Teaser]

(Ah hell, either I am a tease or I am feeling generous. Here is a request I have been working on.)

Summary: Season 1 Era. Before the pilot and before Merle is left on the roof. Daryl and his brother Merle keep to the outskirts of the camp, Reader is interested in Daryl and starts to try and act friendly toward him, only to end up dealing with Merle hitting on her and trying to grab on her. Daryl finally has enough and tells Merle off. Smut ensues. Daryl claims her.


His harsh eyes looked up your body, slower than usual, making them to yours and piercing into your soul, “What is it, sunshine?” He asked with attitude.

He was used to people being guarded with him and Merle, so he always had that shield up.

You put your hands on your hips and looked down at all the split wood at his feet and nodded your head up at him, “Just thought maybe you’d want some help.”

You stare at him boldly and smile sweetly, letting him know your intentions were true.

Daryl huffed and stepped back a little, surprised by your offer; no one ever offered to help him around here, they were all scared of him. But Y/N he noticed had never been afraid of him. In fact, he had caught her staring at him more than a few times since she had joined the group. It made him nervous when your eyes scanned his body. It made him feel things he’d rather not feel. He admitted only to himself that at night when everyone else was asleep and Merle had finally passed out safely that he thought of only her when he would give himself release. Daryl would only admit to himself how bad he really wanted her and now here she was so close to him, offering to help.

Daryl nodded his head back toward you and hardened his eyes even more, as if you could read his thought, “Alright darlin’ have at it.”

You smiled brighter and felt butterflies explode inside your stomach, you nearly got so lost in his eyes that as you went to walk forward you tripped on a stick on the ground, and nearly fell over. You caught yourself and put your hand over your face as you laugh, embarrassed as hell that your clutzy nature had betrayed you in front of the one man  you didn’t want to look like a fool in front of.

Daryl smirked a little, giving you the smallest smile you had ever seen. But for him, that was pretty big.

You shake it off and walk down toward him, bending down to pick up an arm full of logs that were ready on the ground.

As you gathered the pieces into your hands you heard a long, slow whistle, “Damn, girl! Thanks for the show!”

Shit. You had forgotten completely about Merle and of course you were bending over right in front of him.

You quickly shot upright and turned around and glared at him as you walked over to stack the logs on the pig pile you had built up. Merle just laughed easily and wiggled his eyebrow, winking at you.

You turn back around and notice Daryl glaring at his brother, clenching his jaw shut, his hard eyes nodded over to you as if to apologize.

You shrugged and smiled sweetly at him for his concern.

You smirk and turn around toward Merle, and nearly right in front of Daryl, you bend down again, this time facing your ass toward Daryl. You wiggle it slowly as is slightly rubs up against the side of his leg, while you pick up more logs. You wiggle your way back up, putting on a show for Daryl and telling Merle off all at once. You stand back up and glare at Merle, before sweetly leaning your body back slightly onto Daryl’s

“Some women want a real man, Merle.” You say and walk confidently back over to the pile, to add to it.

Daryl’s jaw went tight and his cock was instantly hard when you bent down rubbing against him. Was Y/N fucking serious?? What the hell did that mean? He asked himself inside his head, thoughts of her crying out to him returning to his head. But, that was just the fantasy he had inside. It couldn’t possibly happen, could it?

Daryl’s confused face turned hard again, trying to maintain the appearance of composure when all he wanted was to be all over you, in every way.

His eyes snapped to Merle’s when he heard his brother chuckle. He clenched his jaw tighter when he saw Merle’s eyes roaming your body up and down, slowly checking out every inch of what he wanted to be his.

“I’ll show ya a real man, darlin’.” Merle took a swig of his beer and grabbed himself.

You rolled your eyes and made your way back over to Daryl, picking up another load, allowing Daryl to stare at your ass again. You saw the look in his eye, he was enjoying it, and you fucking loved that!

You pick up another armful, stand, and scoff over to Merle, “Go have another beer. You’re delusional if you think I’m ever gonna give it up to a guy like you.”

Merle suddenly arose to his feet and walked over, putting his face in yours, trying to show his dominance.

Your body tensed up and you were taken aback for a second, long enough to show Merle he had gotten to you.

He licked his lips and stared down at yours, “I think that pretty little mouth of yours could do some damage. I’d love to shove my cock inside that mouth.” His finger came up and he rubbed your lips roughly.

You stepped back, quickly, trying to get away. You tripped again, this time on Daryl’s boot, knocking you back into his chest and body. You gasp in shock as you feel him behind you.

He wrapped his arm instinctually around you as you fell, wrapping his arms around your stomach and waist. His arms lingered as you felt him grab at you roughly a minute, before letting go once you had regained your footing.

He stood inches from your body as he glared his brother down, “Fuck off, Merle. She’s just tryin’ to help. Why you gotta always be startin shit?! Leave her be!” Daryl complained, glaring down Merle.

Merle’s head suddenly tilted back as he made a full hearted laugh escape his lips. He snapped his eyes back to you and then to his brother, “Sure thing little brother.”

He backs away with his hands in the air, laughing, “I’m just tryin’ to have a little fun. A fine piece of ass like that? Ya gotta try, right?”

Daryl rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw shut as he watched his brother back away.

“I think I will go get that beer.” Merle looked you up and down and winked at you before turning around and heading off to stir trouble somewhere else in the camp.

Your body relaxed as you watched Merle finally fuck off, you sigh deeply, your sense of safety returning to you. Suddenly, you feel a hand on the small of your back and your body tenses again, this time for another reason, Daryl. You feel electricity shoot through every cell of your body and you lean back into it as he rubs under your skin a little.

“Sorry. He’s a dick.” Daryl says, trying to concentrate on his words, but all he can focus on his hand on your body and the fact that you are allowing him to roam it.

You lean further back into his body, leaning your entire body onto his, forcing his hand even further up your t-shirt. You close your eyes and smile as you lean your head on his shoulder.

Daryl’s eyes were wide and wild as he stared down at your face and your body leaning into his. Was this real? He wondered.

You are so lost in the way his touch makes you feel you completely forget where you are and the fact that it is the middle of the day. You reach behind you and grab his other hand, pulling it up to your stomach and placing it underneath the fabric, encouraging him to travel onward across your body.

Daryl starts to slowly swirl his hand around it, testing your waters, as he brings his other hand to your front, gripping at your stomach and hips, pulling your body into his.

You moan happily when you feel his hard, throbbing cock pressing against your ass, he was just as into this as you.

You open your eyes and look up at him, smiling as you watch him stare your body down, watching his hands work on you. He stares over into your eyes, questions flooding through his mind. His breathing became heavy as he tried to control himself, his hand going as slow as painstakingly possible.

You nod your head up in agreement, “What do you say when go into your tent and have a little mid-day fun?” You asked boldly, asking him for exactly what you wanted from him.


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Important Lessons (Ch. 2)

Saizo x MC 
My darlings, here it is, chapter two. I am so SO sorry it has taken so long, but tada~ For future reference, this is now a multichapter fic that will have porn but also plot (we’re getting to the plot part, uh, eventually.) So thank y’all so much for your kindness. Please enjoy.

“So…” Oichi stared at you expectantly, you’d done a good job of avoiding her since yesterday, since you left Dr. Kirigakure’s office reeking of sex and flushed up to your ears. But you knew you couldn’t avoid her forever.

Honestly you had thought about telling her, airing it out, spilling your dirty little secret almost immediately, but something had stopped you. It was just too clandestine, too dangerous, too…precious to you for you to tell her. Which was saying something, Oichi had been your best friend since grade school.

What she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her.

So you had gone home, taken a long shower, eaten some take out, watched netflix and tried your best to compartmentalize the vivid scenes that kept playing in your head.

His head between your legs, the comfortable weight of his body leaned against yours, the look of desire in his eyes…

No, it hadn’t worked very well. Honestly even sitting here, a full 24 hours later, nursing an iced coffee you still felt a little bit hot and bothered.

“Hey, are you even listening to me?”

“Hmm?” You looked up, meeting Oichi’s worried gaze.

“Are you okay? You seem really out of it, did something happen yesterday?”

Ah yes.

Time to lie to your best friend.

“It went okay.” You sighed, doing your best to feign indifference and disappointment. “It wasn’t very encouraging, Dr. Kirigakure basically just told me the same things he said over email and on the test. So I think i’m going to get a tutor from the writing lab to help me on thursday.” You shrugged, willing your body to relax the tension rapidly building in your shoulders.

“Ah, I see. So this is a case of the over-achiever blues, hm?” Oichi leaned forward, poking you on your cheek. “Sounds like we need to go and get drunk as soon as you are done with this test on Friday.”

“I’m not sure that will fix my problems.” You snorted, shaking your head. “I don’t know how someone with such an overprotective brother seems to be able to go out every weekend.” You smiled at her, your tone joking.

“Come on, you’ve been watching me do it since we were in high school, all we have to do is avoid the places he’s at, duh.”

Oh yes, you had done your fair share of hiding from Oda Nobunaga since you were barely old enough to pretend to be old enough to get into bars. Even still…

“I’ll do it, only for you though.” You shook your head, snapping your book shut and leaning over to gaze at her. “No funny business this time, I hate having to bail you out of trouble.”

“But you’re so good at it!”


Class, right. You had to go to that.

You sighed, for what was certainly the 50th time that day, pushing the door open to the small, dare you say intimate, classroom.

There were only about 15 students left in the class, so it didn’t much matter. It wasn’t like you were packed in like sardines.. Still the smallness of the space seemed pronounced today as you slid into your desk. Right, it was just class. You went to this class every other day. You could do this.

The professor was late, unsurprising, he was rarely early. Yet, he always seemed to just appear, almost like out of thin air, right as the students started to let their guards down.

Right as you let-

“Well, what a miserable looking group we have here today.” His mock cheer tore you from your thoughts.

Yes, exactly like that.

There he was, the same cool and composed force as always, except….except where he had once been a far off longing of yours, (who didn’t have teacher fantasies, after all) now he stood in flesh and blood and heat that you had felt yourself.

You still had the vivid feeling of his messy hair between your fingers and his body pressed to yours. And…And…You pressed your legs together, a mortified sense of dread building in you.

Everyone was going to find out.

There was no way they couldn’t tell.

The blush on your cheeks was visible, you were sure.

Okay, okay, you just had to take deep breaths. Steady yourself. He surveyed the room, leaning against the desk at the front, a bemused look on his face, and then he looked at you. You grew still, trying your best to maintain enough eye contact to appear normal before looking down at your desk.

You could swear you saw the beginnings of a smirk on his face as you looked away.

“Well, children, I see that some of you are anxious about the exam you have on Friday.” Professor Kirigakure sighed, in what was clear disappointment. “Midterms are, as you know, quite important to passing.” He stood, walking over to the whiteboard behind him. “Luckily for most of you, one of your classmates decided to be a willing sacrifice and email me.” The group of people around you were murmuring to themselves. No, none of them had emailed him, then who?

You, you had emailed him.

“Because of one student’s bravery, I’ve decided to reward you all with a review packet on what all we’ve learned.” A feeling of relief. Saizo hands out the packets, choosing to go one by one down the aisle, dropping a packet onto your desk.

You could feel his warmth as he brushed against you, his hand for just a moment grazing the flesh on your arm, goosebumps breaking out at the feeling.

You glanced up at him, only to find that he had moved on, resuming his discussion on the material at hand.

Oh, how were you going to handle this?

You flipped through the packet, scanning the words with minimal interest, until you turned to the back, the last page, where a phrase was written in a familiar script.

Naughty little ladies that don’t pay attention get punished.

Holy shit.

You all but slammed the paper of the packet shut, eyes firmly planted on the whiteboard.

He had definitely noticed your slip of attention, damn.

No matter, no matter. You shook your head, taking as many notes as you could.

After class you did your best to slip out quietly, Dr. Kirigakure swamped with questions as usual, and yet, somehow, as you reached the door a hand grasped at your arm.

“E-Eh” You looked up, meeting the crimson-copper eyes of your teacher, a growing ever-more familiar smirk on his lips. Your heart pounded in your chest at the look he was giving you. “P-Professor?” You stammered, allowing him to guide you just out of sight, your body pressed against the wall next to the door.

“You weren’t doing a very good job of appearing inconspicuous.” His tone was amused, his hand wandering up your shirt. “We should try to do better in the future, hmm” You nodded, heat coiling in your stomach. You’d do whatever he wanted, really, so long as he kep touching you.

“Yes sir.” It left your mouth before you had a chance to pull it back, a predatory gleam appearing in Saizo’s eyes at your words. His lips pressed to yours in the next moment, drawing and swallowing the gasp off of your lips. You clung to him, relishing the feeling of his body pressed against your own.

Then it was over, and you were panting as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Unfortunately, the little lady still has to be punished for not paying attention in class.” He pressed his mouth against your ear. “But that will have to wait until tomorrow night, won’t it?”


You stood in front of your mirror, a frown creasing your features. Tomorrow had come far too quickly and now you were at a dilemma.

How was one supposed to dress to have a secret rendezvous with their professor? You sighed, falling back onto the bed.

Normally, they were supposed to dress normally, because it was supposed to be inconspicuous, and why the fuck would you be dressing up just for him to take it off? You could imagine his humor already, if you showed up in your sunday best.

That hadn’t stopped you from putting on your best lingerie, might as well try to look cute where it counted, right?

You hummed to yourself, a discordant tune, opting for something that you’d call ‘dressy casual’ before stepping out of your room.

Oichi sat in the living room, eyeing you with an open interest.

“Are you going on a date?” She sat up from her spot, looking you up and down.

“Tutoring.” You responding, not even stopping to look at her. You could hear her snort, could almost imagine her shaking her head.

“Must be a cute tutor.” She was giggling as you shut the door.

You entered the address on a much crinkled piece of paper into your phone.

Deep breath.

You could do this


Saizo lived in a really nice apartment complex, not surprising considering his teaching position. But at the same time you weren’t really sure where you had pictured him living.

His office maybe?

you sighed, stepping out of the elevator and into the hallway. Now if the numbers were in ascending order you should be there…

You paused, looking up at the door. Okay, good. You reached out a hand to knock on the door only to have it open up before you could.

You blinked, surprise evident on your features. Saizo stood in front of you, appraising you with his knowing eyes. Butterflies churned in your stomach. You stand there for a moment until he speaks.

“I suggest you step inside, unless you want my neighbors to wonder what you are doing here.” he chuckled at the look you shot him in return allowing you to follow him into the room, looking around with interest.

It was quite plain, to your surprise. Sturdy furniture, and a minimalist feel, something that you would have described as the bare essentials of living. You thought back to your own homey and cluttered space and glanced at your teacher in curiousity.

What sort of secrets were lying just underneath his cool facade?

“That look on your face can only mean trouble for you.”His cool voice at your ear makes you shiver. You turned to face him, only to find a pair of arms hooked around your waist, keeping you in place with your back pressed against him. “Of course, maybe it is trouble you’re looking for, considering that you are here.”

“Didn’t you ask me to come?” You wriggled and then stilled in his arms, stealing a glance up at his face.

“And you had to be very brazen or just a little bit stupid to actually come.” he chuckles as you flush, trying to pull away from him.  “Ah, ah, no. It’s too late now, little lady. You did come here for another lesson, didn’t you?” One of his hands trailed a path up your stocking-clad leg, stopping when his hand met flesh. “Thighhighs?” he looked down at you, raising his eyebrow. You pouted in response.

“I guess I am more brazen than stupid, sir.” You replied, a soft edge of victory at brief look of surprise on his face.

“Well I suppose I could never turn down a student so eager to learn.” He navigated you to his couch pulling you into his lap. You froze, perched comfortably against him. The intimacy of the gesture threw your emotions into a tizzy and you inhaled sharply as you tried to keep yourself in check.

Saizo sighed, tsk’ing his tongue.

“I didn’t realize how much you had to learn.” he patted you on the head “Turn around.”

“Hm?”  You shifted your body, turning around to straddle him.  “Is this what you wanted?” the blush was high on your cheeks as you brought your hands up to rest on his shoulders.  

“Mm. Getting better.” his hands rested on your hips and you took the opportunity to press your lips against his. He let you go for a moment, opening his mouth and allowing you to explore it with your tongue.

Only for a moment though.

His teeth sunk into the flesh of your bottom lip, eliciting a soft cry from you as you attempted to pull away. He held you fast, however, trailing his tongue to sooth the wound the copper taste filling your mouth. The sensation drew a moan from your lips, and when he finally let you pull away you could only look at him, letting your teeth graze over the sensitive spot he left.

“I think you’re ready.” Saizo pulled a ribbon out of his pocket, the stark red of it drawing your attention. You shivered softly at the dark look he gave you, a sudden uncertainty growing.

“Ready for what?” your voice was small, he noticed your hesitation, brushing his knuckle against your cheek.

“Your next lesson is a lesson in vocabulary.” You stared at him. What was he even talking about?

“What’s that for then?” you grasped the free end of the ribbon in your hand, a sudden thought crossing your mind.

It was like the red ribbon of fate connecting the two of you

“Sensory deprivation.” He ran his thumb across your bruised bottom lip. “Covering your eyes, letting you describe what exactly it is I am going to do to you, using more appropriate language.”

Oh that did sound pretty appealing actually.

“Oh…Okay.” You nodded, an embarrassed flush on your cheeks, “If…Ah, mmh, if you want to.” As you spoke, he was pushing up the fabric of your dress. You reached down and tugged the material over your own head, letting it fall beside you.

Yes, you were glad you had worn your good underwear.

“Well then, I suppose we are in agreement, little lady.” He looked you over with some measure of cool appreciation before securing the ribbon over your eyes, shrouding you in red-tinted darkness. “If you want to stop at any time, just say dango.”

“Dango?” You let out a nervous laugh. “Is that your favorite dessert or something?”

“Maybe.” His hands were cold enough to make you shiver as they brushed over your bare skin. “What’s a word you would use to describe this feeling?”

“nn…Ticklish?” You wriggled as he adjusted your body to fall softly against the sofa . “Soft…mm, like feathers, maybe?”

“A feather light touch that sends shivers down your spine?” His voice seemed lower than before, or maybe you just hadn’t noticed before.

“Mmmhmm.” you sighed as he continued to trail his hands lightly against your skin. You felt his lips brush lightly against your neck, followed by teeth grazing against the skin. A mewl left your throat as he applied more pressure, light kisses followed by nips at your skin.

“What about that?” He questioned, breath so hot against your ear. He had unclasped your bra in the moment, and you felt the material go slack against your arms. He pulled it off and you could hear it hit the ground as his hot kisses made their way to your breast.

“A-Ah.” You arched your back as he bit at the soft flesh, the cry leaving your throat before you even realized.

“I believe we were asked a question.”

“A-Ah, thats n-not fair, you know.” Your hands were in his hair. “It was painful, but I liked it.” the confession was stark.

“That’s all?”

“U-Uhm. It was…it was…” You struggled for a moment. “It was pleasure at the height of pain?” You ventured, trying you best to think back to the packet he had passed out. Sex novels were pretty over the top.

“Better.” He laughed, a sound that tugged at your heartstrings. “Maybe you aren’t so hopeless after all, little lady.”

“I said I wasn’t a B average student.” you ran your hand down his chest, a bit surprised to meet bare skin. When had he taken off his shirt?

Down, down you went. Trailing lower, brushing against him. A bit surprised to find him aroused. He made a noise not unlike a growl as you pressed your hand more firmly against the cloth of his pants.

“What is your plan exactly with that?” He captured your hand, bringing your arms up to rest above your head. “Do I have to tie you up as punishment for trying to distract me from the lesson?”

“W-What?” You stuttered. “I don’t know about all that, sir.”

“You can say Saizo, you know.” He continued, ignoring your comment. “We aren’t in class, and this certainly breaks the student and teacher boundary already.”  You could feel his weight shift on the couch as he leaned back, pulling your underwear off in one motion.

For a moment you were still, the sound of him shedding the rest of his clothes

“I’m not sure I can.” You stated finally.

“What is stopping you little lady?” He pulled you closer to him by your hips, and you were conscious of the feeling of the material under you. “In fact I seem to remember you moaning my name without much issue last time.” He sounded amused. “Maybe that is all I have to do.” he pressed a surprise kiss to your lips as he maneuvered your leg around his waist. You caught on quickly enough,  hooking your legs around his waist, digging your fingernails into the skin of his shoulders in anticipation.


“Same as last time sir- I mean, Professor Kirigakure.” You let out a giggle, unable to stop yourself.

“Cheeky for someone who still has an entire half a semester in my class.”  He doesn’t sound upset though, rather almost proud. “You know.” He pauses for just a moment. “I think hickies are a good look for you.” You gasp, slapping his shoulder lightly. “Or rather, my hickies are a good look for you.” Before you can respond his lips are on yours again, his body pressed so, so close.

You rock your hips against his, a impatience in your movements you hope he picks up.

He does. It doesn’t take him long to adjust your bodies, sliding into you in a way that had you panting against his lips.

“Uhhhnnn.” A muffled cry of pleasure left your mouth. You wondered, if his hickies looked good on you, did the bruises you left on his shoulders look good on him?

He wasn’t gentle, even less so than before. Maybe it was the blindfold that had you seeing stars faster than normal. It was like your awareness of your own body had increased. His movements seemed to have a sharper edge, each one bringing another sound to your lips.

“E-exquisite” You managed, sliding your hands to his chest. “Mindblowing, m-mostly.” You continued,  lifting your hips to meet his movements, each of his thrusts bringing you closer to the edge.

“At least one of those would get you an A on my exam.” He drawled, sounding a little less in control than normal.

“I hope I use the right one then.” You were barely holding on, a mess, it took quite a bit just to be able to coherently form that sentence. His hands were firmly planted on your hips, tilting them up to bring a different angle to his thrusts. He knew what he was doing, you were all but crying at his movements.

“S-Saizo.” Finally, you broke, chanting his name over and over again like a prayer. That seemed to do the trick. You could barely comprehend his murmur of “good girl” as he brought you to climax, this time you could feel his own body stiffen as you fell off the edge, a sort of sordid satisfaction at the idea that he got just as much satisfaction as you did from this.

After a moment of silence he undid your blindfold, tugging it off in a fluid gesture.

You blinked, gazing up at his eyes, startled to see a softness in them so much like last time, when he had kissed your forehead.

“I think you are better off without the blindfold.” He said, idly pulling you back onto his lap, using the ribbon to tie up your hair.

“E-Eh?” You were almost a bit overwhelmed at his gentleness, waiting expectantly for him to continue.

“Your facial expression are too telling for me to just cover them up.” He smirked, nipping at the shell of your ear and making you moan again, a short and soft sound.

“T-Too much.” You were blushing, which seemed to only prove his point.

“It is so unfortunate that the midterm is tomorrow.” He continued, allowing you to snuggle against his chest, his hands resting lightly in your hair. You refused to garner the thought that he might stop seeing you after the test, so you did your best to ignore his words.

“But there is always the final.” You finished for him, biting your lip and relishing the soreness. “I’m sure I can still find room to improve.”

He rolled his eyes.

“With words like that I might not want you getting any better.” You frowned at him in response, which only made him smirk. “Don’t worry little lady, I’m not near done with you.”  

You didn’t like how he could read your mind so easily.

You sighed, moving to pull away from him, a yawn leaving your lips. He held you in place, allowing himself to fall back onto the couch, with you resting on top of him.

“Not so fast.” He shook his head. “You’re only dismissed when I say so.”


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Negan Imagine ~ Behind your Back

While Negan fancies the reader, she turns against him after the line-up and secretly begins to help Rick. 
Everything works fine till one day…

Originally posted by thewalkingdead

The cold lights in the hallways of the sanctuary flickered above you while you made your way to the hall as your thoughts circled around something.
Around something Negan had done in that one night a few weeks ago.
Hell, you knew that he did those things but you had never seen him doing it.
How he went along the people sitting in line just waiting for him to kill one.
His minute long monologue that still let a shiver run down your back.
The moment his bat stopped before one man and finally crushed down on him.
Negan’s chuckle before taunting the woman who had probably been that man’s girlfriend.
The second kill, how the dying man talked to his sobbing wife before Negan bashed also his skull to mush.
God you could understand their leader for threatening Negan and it made you feel deeply sorry as you saw him sobbing as Negan tested him with his own son.
The thing between you and Negan had always been weird.
He had have a thing for you from the first moment you had came here and since that day it had just become stronger.
You weren’t one of his wives, nor a regular savior, he didn’t even make you do that ridiculous “I’m Negan” thing and points were something you didn’t have to care about even though you still worked.
Of course, Negan was attractive and charming and over time you had build some attraction up to him but his deeds kept you far away from falling for him and the thing he did in that night hadn’t just asserted your doubts it had turned you against him and on someone else side.
Every single week you brought something to them when the Saviors visited.
They took something and you brought something back.
Medicine, Food, sometimes even ammunition.
You hadnt have to worry about the points all that costed, the only thing you had to worry about was to take that much that it didn’t attract attention.
And to not attract that attention was also another thing needed.
And that was still pretending in front of Negan as if that night hadnt changed something for you.

You walked through the hall, trying to find the stall with the things you needed or better, with the things the people in Alexandria needed.
Your glance wandered over to one stall, a table covered with different things and some interesting things among them.
You walked over to it, already seeing things that could be usefull. 
“Number”, the woman sitting behind it asked without looking at you before she turned around and her eyes began to glare slightly.
“Oh right you don’t need points”, she said with an annoyed undertone.
“So, what do you need?”, she asked still annoyed.
“Just looking around, gonna tell you when I’ve found something”, you said, trying to sound somehow friendly.
Of course you could get whatever you wanted to, but you still worked here and didn’t sit around the whole day doing nothing even though you could.
You weren’t one of his wives.
You looked at the things on the table, a few pallets with tablets laying onto it that attracted your attention.
“I’ll take these”, you said grabbing the tablets before she grumpily nodded and you rushed out of the hall.

You made your way back to to your apartment while you opened your bag to let the tablets fall into it as you heard a way too familiar voice.
“There she comes”, you heard Negan chuckling singing.
You looked up feeling hot and cold mixing in your body as you hastily let the tablets fall into the bag while you saw him walking chuckling closer. 
“Shit you alright? You look as if someone shocked the hell outta you", Negan asked as he walked even closer before he took your hands and laid your arms around his neck before he slung his arms around your waist.
“No you just caught me unexpected, everything is fine”, you said while he looked smirking at you.
“Really? ‘Cause I think I just saw some fucking tablets slipping down in your bag”, he said raising his brows and nodding to your bag while your head worked at full speed trying find an answer.
“Just had some headache the last days and wanted to make sure I have something in my room in case it comes back”, you said while you saw some concern in his eyes while he slowly nodded.
“Alright, but you know that you can go to my Doc whenever some shit is off, right?”, he said still looking at you.
“I know”, you said while he began to smirk slightly again.
“If I wouldnt know that you’re that damn hard to get I’d suggest another way to get that damn headache once for all out of your head”, he said smirking at you while he chuckled as you huffed slightly but chuckled a bit with him.
Yes, for him you still were the one who was hard to get.
You couldn’t stand him for his misdeeds but at least he didn’t force you to do anything with him and that gave you a bit room to move and the security that you wouldn’t have to kiss him or even sleep with him to manipulate him.
You didn’t do this before and he would have noticed if you would have suddenly thrown yourself at him and would have defer to all his flirting, so the the only thing you needed to do was being not too distant, playing a bit along and showing him a bit affection here and there.
“We’re gonna go to Alexandria tomorrow, you gonna come with me again?”, he asked while his glance still didn’t leave your face.
“Yeah”, you answered, glad that he was the one asking you.
The less you had to ask for coming with him, the less he would notice why you actually wanted to Alexandria.
“Fucking great”, he said grinning at you before he huffed slightly.
”Would fucking love to stand here longer with you but I gotta get some shit done”, Negan said scoffing before he looked back at you and smirked again.
”But tomorrow Darling, we got the whole damn day”, he muttered smirking while pulling you a little closer.
”I hope so”, you said with a slight grin while you actually hoped to be able to spend the least time possible close to him.
Negan’s smirk mixed with a smile before he let go of you.
”See you tomorrow”, he said chuckling before he licked over his bottom lip, still looking at you before he turned around, swang Lucille over his shoulder and walked around he next corner.
As soon as he was out of earshot you breathed relieved out, his touch had build up a tension in you and now that he was gone, it slowly washed out of your body.
You swallowed before you walked back to your room, knowing that tomorrow would probably be a stressful day.

The sun slowly rose upon the horizon as the truck you sat in drove over the roads on its way to Alexandria.
You fumbled on the fabric of the sack on your lap knowing that it should be empty just like the ones of the others, but it wasnt.
Inside were the tablets from yesterday, a bit ammo and some more salves and medicine you collected over the last days.
It was less then the most times, but you had to be cautious and couldnt take big things that would attract attention.
And you couldnt get guns.
Not because they were too big, a small handgun would also do its job, but these weapons were something that would blow your cover.
They were way too fastidious kept record of to steal one of them, the only thing you could somehow get for Rick was the ammo and that was already hard enough.
But as far as you knew they were able to collect some guns on runs over the last weeks and you were glad that you could at least somehow help them.
You looked up and saw Negan turning from his passenger seat in the front around to you and a few of his men that sat with you in the back of the truck.
“Gonna be there soon”, he said before his glance wandered over to you.
“Can’t wait to see if we’ll find something fun there”, he said smirking as he winked at you before he turned slightly chuckling around.
You drove for some more minutes until you heard the motor of the truck stop and you walked behind the other Saviors over to the door.
As you finally stood at it you glanced down, only to see Negan holding his hand smirking up to you.
“You know, I’m a gentleman, Sweetheart”, Negan said smirking while you took his hand and hopped out of the truck before you felt his hand laying onto your lower back.
You still wanted to jolt up when you felt his touch, but held yourself back to pretend that you were comfortable with his closeness.
”Rick! fucking Rick, hope that you got some great ass shit for us”, you suddenly heard Negan call out, pulling his hand away from your back as he walked over to Rick.
You looked around as you saw the sign of Alexandria once again.
”Mercy for the lost. Vengeance for the plunderers.”
And every time you came here with the other Saviors, knowing that they’d take a whole lot of their stuff again, that motto let a shiver run down your back.
”(Y/N)? Come on we got stuff to do”, you heard Arat hiss as she walked past you and ripped you out of your thoughts.
You walked inside and looked around trying to find one of them to give them somewhere here the stuff you collected.
But before you could do that, you heard Negan walking over to you once again with a big smirk on his lips.
”Jesus, its fucking beautiful here”, Negan said while walking closer and slipping an arm around your waist.
”Can’t keep up with your beauty, but damn thats some greatass place”, he said looking around before not only you but also him saw someone.
”Kid”, Negan said pointing at Carl then showing him with his finger motion to come over.
”Would you show her the new fucking supplies your Daddy got? It really tickles my balls what new shit I get here! Almost like fucking Christmas!”, Negan shouted amused as he looked at the Saviors looked around.
”Yeah, I’ll show her”, growled Carl as he began to move towards one of the houses followed by you.
”Oh and Sweetheart? When you see something you like, fucking take it”, Negan said and winked at you as you turned around and just nodded.
You followed Carl, knowing that he wouldnt take you to the supplies before you could get the stuff you had with you to a safe place.
Every second you were with it out here, was a second you could get caught.

You walked into one house, stayed directly behind Carl while he walked up the stairs and lead you into a bedroom before he closed the door and turned around, knowing that now no one was able to hear you.
”How have you been?”, you asked while you began to pull out the stuff you brought with you.
”It’s getting better”, Carl said before you heard his voice raising again.
”Also because of you, thank you, really, not just from me, thank you from everyone, you’re a big help”, he said before you looked smiling up.
”Thats the least I can do”, you said while Carl smiled slightly at you.
”So I got you some medicine and ammo, hope I can get more the next time”, you said pulling out the last palette with tablets and began to get the things into a dresser, just in case someone Savior would get the idea to go through that house.
”Alright, I’m gonna show you our supplies now, just that Negan doesn’t get whiff of anything“, he said before walking down the stairs with you as you suddenly heard a loud voice.
”What the fucking shit is that crap here”, you heard Negan yell, his voice filled with anger.
Your head snapped into the direction his voice came from before you walked hastily over to a window to see what was happening outside.
”Rick, are you fucking with me?! Shit what the fucking shit”, Negan screamed before you could see the reason for Negan’s anger.
Ammunition, all the ammunition you had brought here over time, thorough stacked in front of him while you saw how other Saviors carried more to him.
They shouldn’t have found it, but they did and now you just didn’t know what was going to happen.
Your heart began to harshly pound against your chest as you saw the anger rising in Negan’s face.
”You push me Rick, you fucking push me”, Negan growled while you saw his grip around Lucille’s handle tighten.
”You collected and hid all that shit, all that damn fucking fuck shit?! I fucking thought that I made it clear in that one fucking night but I guess I was wrong. You’re even dumber than I thought Rick”, Negan growled and you could see from far how his eyes gleamed in anger.
„Every single one of you fuckers comes here now!“, Negan yelled before you saw the people walking shocked towards Negan and Rick.

„Shit“, you could just mumble before you saw Carl walking past you.

„I cant leave them alone“, he said before he looked swallowing at you as he opened the door and walked outside, followed by you.

„Darling, come over here, you wont believe what these dickheads did“, Negan said as soon as he saw you.

You walked over to him, not knowing what to do as you saw the people looking swallowing at the ammo on the ground.

„Tell me which one of you pricks gathered all that shit. And tell me now, or I’m gonna kill each one of you“, Negan yelled while you felt a cold shiver running down your back.


Only silence while you saw the people around you trembling as the Saviors raised their guns to their heads.

„I begin to lose my fucking patience and damn, you don’t want that to happen“, Negan growled as you realized that you needed to do something or all this would turn into a bloodbath.

Your eyes met Carls who just shook his head seeing what you were about to do.
”It was me”, you suddenly said while Negan’s glance went irritated over to you.
”Sweetheart, thats not the fucking moment for jokes”, he said slightly chuckling before you swallowed and raised your voice again.
”I’m not joking Negan, it was me, I brought the ammo here”, you said determined even though your heart was hitting that hard against your chest now, that it felt like it would burst out of your ribcage in the next moments.
You saw Negan’s glance changing as he realized that you said the truth, his eyes narrowed while you saw his jaw clenching.
”Every single one of them on their damn knees”, he growled while he turned around to the other saviors before he turned back to you.
”In that house. Now”, he growled with a way to calm and dangerous voice before you realized that this could be the only way to not make everything worse.
You walked swallowing into the house while you could hear Negan’s heavy steps behind you until he walked past you into the living room.
You looked at him, seeing him realizing more and more that all you had done with him in the last weeks, every single soft touch, every single nice word, every single smile had been played.
He breathed heavily before he looked up to you and you saw the anger boiling over.
“You’ve been betraying me? You’ve been fucking betraying me? After everything?!”, he asked yelling while you could see some pain between all the anger flinching in his eyes.
But before you could answer he continued.
“For how fucking long?!”, he yelled clenching his jaw.
“After that night, that one night were you bashed their friends heads. I couldn’t get that out of my mind anymore”, you said tensed up.
“I needed to! They killed an assload of my men!”, he called heavily breathing out before he punched the wall growling.
“I fucking knew I shouldn’t have taken you there”, he growled to himself while he clenched his jaw harder.
“It’s not just that night, it’s also the iron, all the other fucked up things you do”, you called out while you kept looking at him.
“Punishment. Punishment is necessary”, he growled through gritted teeth.
“No the only thing it is, is disgusting”, you growled back before he breathed heavily out.
“Fucking fuck”, he growled running his hand through his hair still completely overpowered through what was happening in these moments.
You knew that you hadn’t just hurt his pride or dignity with betraying him, you had hurt something worse and something that was surprising that it was actually still left in a cruel man like him.
His feelings.
He wouldn’t do anything to you, you knew that.
But you weren’t sure what he would do now to the people outside.
He looked up his glance still mixed with anger and pain while he clenched his jaw as his breath became heavier again and the anger heated up before he took Lucille and swung the bat over his shoulder.
“Guess I gotta start all over again”, you heard him growl before he rushed past you as you gasped and you knew in these moments, that he the only thing on his mind right now was to hurt you as much as you had hurt him.
“No Negan”, blustered out of you as you saw him turning dangerously chuckling around.
“Oh Darling, be glad that I just bash one and not all of their fucking heads”, he said before his chuckle vanished and a cold mask laid all over his face as he stepped out of the door and you could see into the faces of the people kneeling in front of the house before the door shut.
You felt a lump creating in your throat before you heard the first bloodcurdling screams that let shivers run down your back and urged tears into your eyes.
One of them would die.
One of them would be beaten to death just like their friends in this one night.
One of them would have to feel all the pain Negan wanted them to feel.
And all of them would lose another part of their family.
Your hands balled into fists, your jaw clenched as you felt the sadness being overflowed by the anger that build up in you along with the determination that reached its highest point as you heard how the last loud sob turned silent.
Everything in your head was muddled and torn except one single thought that stood irrevocable there and was the only thing you knew for sure:

One day they would rise up and there was no doubt that you’d be with them.

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Secret of These Hands Ch. 3 (Bucky Barnes x reader)

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Description: You were born enhanced. Ever since you were a child, you had the capability to reach into people’s memories by the mere touch of your hand. Even the slightest brush of fingers, or a polite handshake could send you years back into their life without your control. To prevent any sort of incident, you always wore gloves on your hands, no matter what the weather would be. 

One day, you wander into a French farmer’s market, bumping into a man at a fruit stand who, oddly enough, fashions a glove like yourself in the summer heat. You step into his life, hiding secrets, and finding that he has some of his own. Will you ever come clean? And even then, will he?

Warnings: None

Chapter 2 


He gave you a soft smile and his eyes seemed to glimmer in the the light, despite his black cap. 

“And you are…?” He cocked his eyebrow, biting his bottom lip, trying to force away the smirk that was inevitably stretching across his face. 

“Oh, I’m, uh, F/N.” You chuckled softly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. He gave you a big smile, sticking out his hand. You took it, his callused hand wrapping around your soft one. “It’s nice to meet you, Bucky.” You bit your lip as you smiled, and suddenly remembered that the man at the stand was still holding your plums. He was giving you a blank look, holding out the bags. “Oh! Thank you.” You smiled awkwardly, dropping the money into his palm, turning back to Bucky. “There you go.” He took the bag from you, his gloved hand brushing up against yours. You inhaled sharply at the contact, but tried to brush it off as you let go. 

“Thank you, really. You didn’t have to do that.” He rubbed the back of his neck again, giving you a charming smile that made your heart melt just a little bit. 

“It’s no biggie. I thought I might as well do something nice for someone to defuse the irritability that goes along with this heat.” You shrugged your shoulders, looking up at him. “Do you wanna find a table and enjoy these delicious plums with me? That’s if you’re not headed somewhere, let alone actually want to.” You chuckled softly, giving him a cheesy smile. 

“I have no plans, and I like you. So, sure. I’d love to.” He tilted his head to the side and you sighed, feeling the tension release from your body. You nodded and the two of you walked out into the middle of the street, finding a small table. You both sat down, taking a seat from across each other. He initiated the conversation. “So, where are you from?” 

“Oh, I just moved here from Los Angeles. You?” You took a bite of a plum, listening to him intently. 

“I’m from Brooklyn. What brings you to New Orleans?” He was obviously trying to steer the conversation away from himself, and you couldn’t tell why. 

“Oh, um, well, my family couldn’t care less about me, so I dropped everything and hopped on a plane. Evidently, I’m glad I picked the one to come here because I quite like this new life.” You were very nonchalant which took him by surprise. 

“So, you just ran away?” He lifted his eyebrow at you, taking a bite of him plum, and letting you speak. 

“Pretty much.” You gave him a gentle smile. “Well, what brings you here?” 

He took a moment to find the right words. “I guess the same as you; to find a new life. At this point, I’m just running.” He puckered his lips off to the side, bringing his gaze to the floor. Even though you couldn’t detect the reason for his discomfort, you could tell that you were touching a more sensitive topic, so you decided to switch it up. 

“Tell me if you don’t want to talk about it, but I couldn’t help but notice that I’m not the only one wearing gloves in the middle of a heat wave.” You twiddled your hands together, boring holes into them with your eyes, but flickered up your gaze towards him, a friendly smile on your face. 

“Oh, yeah. I kind of wear it because, well, my hand isn’t… normal, per say. You could say it’s deformed in a way.” He held his gloved hand in his exposed one, turning it over before tilting his head up to look at you. “And you?” 

“I guess you could say that I can’t exactly touch people.” You looked off the the side, trying to find the most truthful, yet not completely true thing to say.

He squinted his eyes in curiosity. “Like a germaphobe?”

“Something like that.” You let your head fall to the side as you met his steel blue eyes. The two of you sat there in silence, just taking each other in. The corner of his mouth pulled up into a slight smirk, causing some heat to rise to your cheeks. Damn, was he good looking. He had the most sculpted jawline, the nicest eyes, and build, and the slight stubble on his face just made him that much more good looking. Your little staring contest was cut short when your phone began to buzz against the table. Your boss was calling and you were late to the beginning of your shift. “Shit. Oh my god, I’m late. I’m so sorry to have to leave, but I hope I see you around soon.” You quickly scribbled something on his paper bag, before turning to jog off down the street. Before you disappeared around the corner, you flashed him a smile and a wink. 

“Bye, F/N.” He whispered to himself, a goofy grin on his face. “Wow, was she beautiful.” He kept staring at the spot on the end of the street where you were. Bucky snapped out of it when he remembered that you wrote something down on his bag. 

Call me, yeah?

(555) 555-5555

He smiled softly to himself as he held the paper gently in between his fingers. 

“For sure, F/N. For. Sure.”

Ahhhh, I hoped you liked it! I’m so happy I’m finally back to writing. A weekend without it felt like an eternity!! Anyways, I hope you all have a good day, and don’t forget about the writing challenge! I love you all, xoxo



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Lone Wolf (Werewolf AU J-Hope)

Originally posted by hoseokb

Type: Fluff

Request: I really love your writing and since you’re in the mood for AUs is it ok if I request a wolf AU with j-hope any kind of plot is fine since its your writing and you never disappoint ~💖

You smirked as you flipped the gun around your finger before you pulled the trigger. “Damn wolves” you mumbled smirk fropping. You kicked the creature with your combat boots as he groaned. You bent down as you pushed some hair out of his face “little puppy you’re not gonna die yet as long as your puppy friends know how to get wolfsbane out” you coo as he opened his eyes. You stroked his cheek before you looked down at your boots dropping his head “mutt blood on my shit kickers” you continue to yourself as you propped yourself onto the dark corner. “Now we wait” you hummed as you rested your head on your hand.


You sighed as the clock ticked by, you popped your pocket knife out as you cut his shirt open and found the wound. “This will hurt” you told him as you dug the blade in. His eyes flashed open as they were bright yellow before you shoved him down and tisked as you popped the bullet out. You went into your bag and pulled out a vial and opening the man’s mouth pouring the liquid in. You stayed on him as you waited for him to wake up.


By morning you were sitting under the metal table playing with your phone. Soon he sat up looking around, growling when he caught you in his sights. He went to jump on you when you pulled your gun out “ah ah ah” you coo as he froze. “Now are you a loser or something. No one came to save you?” you ask. “I’m a lone wolf” he says. “Damnnit. My group is going to kill me” you groan. “Then don’t go back” he says. You took him in seeing his clothing was filthy, he didn’t look like he ate well, and looked tired beyond belief and you felt bad. “Hey I know I almost killed you but come with me” you say.


He buttoned the shirt up as he sat up on your bed. He was very happy to be clean. You nearly killed but as of now all you seemed to want to do was take very good care of him. He slept in your bed, ate dinner with you, and showered all because you weren’t very good at your job. “Go to hell” you hissed quietly into your phone as you put the phone down, he didnt understand why you whispered, he is a wolf so his hearing was heightened. “What’s wrong?” he asked “nothing” you tell him after jumping slightly. “Something is wrong” he said “the leader found out what I did” you told him scratching your neck. He looked down “don’t worry Hoseok” you say. “Are they gonna come after you?” he asked as you shrugged. “I’m leaving tonight. Do you want to come?” you asked him as he looked before he nodded.


You soon found out Hoseok had marked you as his. He didn’t want to leave you for a reason. He was a loyal man and maybe that’s why you began falling for him. You two even ran into a pack when all you were trying to do was find somewhere safe to live with one another. They thought you were acting for a decent portion of time because you had a very obvious tattoo on your lower back symbolizing that you were a hunter. Hoseok promised it meant nothing now, she was the mate of a werewolf and all so you were no longer in the game of hunting more a less you were into protecting the pack. Even when they were hunted by your old group.


“Let her go” you say calmly as your gun pressed to the temple of your once dear friend. “You’re kidding me” he groaned as you pulled the hammer back. “I though you had more class than that” you growl as he let go of the young werewolf pup. “Jayeon go home” you tell her as she nods heading towards the door before it was blocked by a larger female who pulled out her gun. “You think I’d actually come alone to this wolf town?” the male hissed as he turned and the gun was pressed into the center of his head. “Look at it this way. You kill me she kills you then the mutt too” he cooed as you smile. “You think I’m dumb enough to come alone?” you tease before a few pairs of yellow eyes become clear through out the home.

Fear crossed the two hunters faces “you’d betray your own kind?” the girl asked nervously “you already did it to me. I have a new job and I quite like it” you spoke as you smacked the butt of your gun into the man’s head and turned firing straight at the girl hitting her in the shoulder making her drop the gun.

“What should we do with them?” Jimin asked you as his daughter jumped into his arms he rested his hand onto the back of her head and kissed her forehead. “You know, I think you should bite them” you say as a dark smirk came over your face “you can’t do that, I’d rather die” the male hisses clutching his head. “Don’t worry hunters usually end up with the bite rejection and die” Namjoon coos “oh look of all nights to be out” Taehyung teases pointing out the window at the full moon “enjoy your agony” Jayeon giggles as Jimin carries her out of the home. “Have fun you two. Don’t play too much with your food” you say taking the hunters guns with you as you head to the door closing it behind you leaving Namjoon and Taehyung to do their things.


“You found her” Seokjin spoke up as you guys entered the pack’s new hideout. “Ex hunter is pretty bad ass” Jimin says as you smile. “Why didn’t you want me to go with you?” Hoseok asked “I knew what I was doing. If I did die I wanted one of us to be with the pups” you tell him as he clutched his small son close to him. “You’re still recovering” he insisted “I got the job done” you tell him waving him off. “Don’t be like that. I was being serious” he calls as he follows behind you. “I’m fine. We might need all of us if the others come after these two” you told him as he gave you a look. “We’re fine for now thats all that matters” you promise.

All Mine Now

Smut Saturday this week! <3

Murphy x Reader | Connor x Stacey | 18+ Only | NSFW |

Request: “Okay so I had this idea that maybe you and your friend are drinking at the bar for the first time and Murphy is heart eyes because you were drop dead gorgeous and seemed to not only be able to handle drinking but also fought off a guy that was bothering you and your friend. When your friend goes home with some cute guy Connor tells him to talk to you and stuff and you guys go home and have some freaky deaky time lol maybe some cuddles and he asks you out on a date in the morning??”

Summary: The reader catches Murphy’s eye at a bar and her friend Stacey picks up a liking to Connor. The two get friendly with the guys when someone at the bar makes a move on the reader. Murphy and Connor teach them a lesson and smutty smuttiness ensues. I didn’t get around to him asking her on a date at the end, but sort of implies they will be together. End game Murphy smut turned out a lot longer than intended,but I doubt I’ll hear complaints ;) Feedback welcome! <3


You huffed angrily and looked at your friend in dismay.

“Of course! There’s no place to sit!” You complained loudly over the sound of the drunken chatter and the jukebox rattling out some old Irish tune.

Your friend Stacey laughed and rolled her eyes light heartedly at you. She knew you had had a shit day. You had just quit your job unable to take your bosses shit anymore. That is why you were standing here, your hair drenched from the dismal drizzle outside, staring over at the see of smiling drunken faces, wishing you had felt even half as good.

Suddenly, Stacey tugged at your arm, “Look! Someone is leaving! Let’s go grab that table!”

You groan a little, still not wanting to be surrounded by people, but needing a damn drink! You follow her begrudgingly across the smoke filled room to a small two person table that sat adjacent to the long wooden bar. You glanced around to the bar and put up your index finger, trying to get the bartender’s attention. You succeed and an older gentlemen with short white hair and square shaped glasses back his way over to your table.

“What can I get ya? Fuck!” He called out suddenly, his eyes blinking rapidly as he stared at you.

Had you heard him right? You thought to yourself. But, quickly shut It off, you didn’t even honestly care you just wanted to feel something other than pissed off.

“Can I get a double shot of Vodka with some limes?” You smile politely and then quickly slam your hand on the table.

“You know what? Fuck it! Just bring the whole damn bottle over.” You said smirking, feeling yourself finally loosening into the idea of cutting lose and enjoying yourself tonight.

You look over at Stacey who smiles in happy approval before turning her attention to the older gentleman in front of her, “I’ll have the same.”

The mad nodded rapidly and walked away, “Fuck! Shit! They can drink!” You heard two heard him mutter to himself as he walked away.

You looked at your friend and cocked your head to the side quizzically at the man’s behavior. Stacey shrugged and you both leaned into each other to have a little laugh.

The man quickly came back over and set down a big bottle of vodka along with two ice filled glasses before walking back behind the bar to serve his many other customers.

You picked it up and tipped it at him, “Thank you good sir!” Nodding your head down as if you were one of the elite pricks you used to have to cater to, you giggled to yourself and went about opening the bottle and pouring you both big glasses full of the sweet elixir.

You take your glass in your hand and raise it toward your friend, who mirrors your behavior, awaiting you words.

“To a night of I don’t give a fuck antics, girl! I need it! That fucking job can kiss my ass and so can my boss! Which he has tried to do several times despite me telling him to fuck off! Nothing better than having to fend off unwanted attention while kissing the ass of the corporate elite! So here’s to new beginning and knowing that I will never have my ass grabbed by that prick ever again!” You slam your glass into Stacey’s, who laughs at your sudden determination, and throw the alcohol swiftly down your throat.

You quickly pour yourself anything one and repeat, laughing a little as you felt the firewater run down your throat and loosen every cell in your body. You kicked out of your high heels, never liking having to wear them, and begin to rub the soles of your feet up and down on the wooden floor, loving the feeling of them being free from those contorted contraptions.

You slam more of the liquid down your throat before slamming it back down. You slam your hands up and down on the table as you watch Stacey trying to catch up, cheering her on, “That a girl!” You smile and laugh loudly at her and pour her and yourself another.

You begin to relax into your environment, slumping back in your chair a little, allowing your eyes to roam the room. You glance around and see several tables filled with your typical 9 to 5 blue collared, good time boys making the most of the few hours of freedom they had before having to go back to the salt mines. Rowdy, drunk men filled the room and you started to realize there weren’t very many women, you saw a couple that were obviously there with their man, but you realized you two where the only ones in here alone.

“Dude. The male to female ratio in this place is crazy.” You look over at Stacey who laughs to herself and winks, “Why do you think I brought you here?”

You laughed and looked down at the table, embarrassed. You knew Stacey had been trying to get you laid for months now since you had broken up with whats-his-name. But work’s bullshit had kept you far too busy, not to mention you had more than enough issues trusting a man would ever stick around.

“Ah shit girl, I don’t know. It has been so long I might not even remember how it goes.” You say sarcastically, still looking down as you smirk to yourself.

You take another gulp of your drink and lift your eyes, allowing them to scan around the room with a different intention. Would you take any one of these guys home tonight? Could you? You scanned their faces and bodies, nothing really sparking your interesting. Your eyes move back over to the bartender who suddenly cusses out loudly, you laugh quizzically to yourself again before noticing a pair of eyes on you. Your eyes look slightly to the right of the bartender and you see a man with piercing dark blue eyes staring at you as if he were angry, he bite his lip and swirled his shot of whiskey in his hand as he glared you down.

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The Affair - Chapter 3

Summary: The reader spends some extra time with Negan and things start falling into place…

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC)

Rating: Mature, for eventual smut.

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: Slow burning still, but things are starting to warm up a little bit.

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10224827/chapters/22926501

Tags: @jasoncrouse @ronweaselz @hiddlesdowneyjr @ali-pennell @melodicdolls @namelesslosers @deepsouth @shanaatjelove11 @warriorqueen1991 @caitydestroys @acklesdowneyandhiddles-ohmy @jaylaelizabethw @prettyepiic @negans-dirty-girl @mamaredd123 @jdmsgal @alyisdead @memphisgirl1977​ *As always, please let me know if you want to be added to the tags or if you wanted to be taken off!*  

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The other way around... part 4

Dedicated to @nekophy 💖💖(the one and only maker of Goth and Fell! Goth) and @angexci 💕💕(the one who made Palette and Fell! Palette)

Fell! Cray ???(I’m really sorry I don’t know the maker of Fell! Cray (•~•)
Sorry for my english

Fell! Palette POV

I was suprised on what I saw, Did (Fell!) Goth really smile? It was an innocent smile there’s no joke or insult behind it, he’s kinda cu– No! He just look like Goth… Yep… I don’t go back to my old toy! That’s my rule. “What are you looking at?” He said, his (beautiful) smile faded and turn into his natural look. Luckily, I was able to concentrate when his smile faded “Wh-What did I just saw?” I stuttered I still get a little distracted “What?” He said looking dumb-founded “Don’t what me! What the fuck did I just saw? You smiled and you’re so close with that piece of shit” I said looking angry “Wh-What?! Why are you snooping in my life right now? Are you jelouse?” He smirked. “Why would I be jelouse?! Your just my old toy! I don’t have feelings for you!” I said. Shit! Did I get too far?, “Then good! I will not mind your business and you will not mind mine!” He said, I was suprised when I heard that, He looks like he didn’t care. “Okay! Oh and by the way, I’m staying in Goth’s house.” I said, Fuck! Why did I just tell him? He jolted “Why would told me that?” He said with a monotomous voice “Uhmmm, in case you want to know? And not ask me, like almost every fucking time?” I said, Please let my excuse work “Everytime I asked you, you didn’t tell me. And now when I didn’t asked you, you told me?” He said, he’s angry. “We-” I was about to say something when he cut me “You know what? I don’t care. So go with your toy now. Shoo!” He said to me. Well now what? I can’t go back to the house, cause that just hurt my pride and I can’t go to Goth’s house cause they go to a vacation for 3 days. Welp, I guess I’ll go to muffets.

In the Muffets

I was taking shots, Damn I can’t get (Fell!) Goth’s smile in my mind!! Ughh. Palette! Remember you can’t go back to your old toy! Remember that! You know what will happen to you! I was lecturing myself when someone comes up to me “Hello you little shit” He said. For the love of asgore why would he be in here? “What do you fucking want Cray?” I said irritatedly “Seems like fuckboy find his opponent” he smirked. I dont like this guy, can he actually read mind? “What the fuck are you saying?!” I said, I can’t control my anger anymore

“Well. What’s the lyrics again? Ahhh~ You only know you love him when you let him go.. and you let him go”

Sorry its short. But hope you like it.
Things will go dark in the next chapter (^w^)

You Owe Me - Part 1

Originally posted by ackelsen-blog

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,398

Summary: The reader has an interview with Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki. Having never seen Supernatural, the interview definitely does not go as planned. 

“Is your house on fire?”


“Is your freaking house on fire?!”

“Um, no. I need to…”

“Ok then I’m hanging up.” Click.

Is your coworker seriously serious right now? You grab your phone again while swearing under your breath. 

“Y/N, please don’t hang up again! I know you hate me cause I woke you up. But I need a huge favor and it’s time sensitive!” Kelly almost squeaks. 

Oh, this should be good.

“Ok I’m listening.” You sigh loudly. 

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Trust Me, Would Ya? I Know What I’m Doing Here.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Inspired by this imagine. The reader is Bobby’s niece, who returns to Bobby’s looking for answers about a particular hunt. The boys are there, and they offer to help. The reader ends up hunting with them full time, and develops feelings for Sam. While on a case in Montana, they’re faced with the question of who has to share a bed. Panic ensues.

Word Count: 4,762 (I tried to keep it short but it didn’t work out)

Warnings: Very fluffy fluff, sarcasm, occasional swearing

A/N: First time attempting to write sappy sweet fluff. Special thanks to @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname for encouragement and feedback. Italics are reader’s thoughts. Tags at the end. Thanks so much for reading, and as always, feedback is welcome and appreciated :). 

Originally posted by superfandomsunited

The crunch of your boots in the gravel as you hobbled back to your car was akin to the sound of nails on a chalkboard. Nursing the injuries to both your body and your pride, you stumbled into your car and slammed the door, cursing every god you could recall the name of for your rotten luck. This about damn figures. The one time I think I’ve got it in the bag. The one time I went in thinking I knew absolutely everything. The one hunt I’ve been on that I’d call routine. Stupid, stupid, stupid. This is what you get for being cocky. 

With a frustrated smack to the steering wheel, you shoved your keys into the ignition, starting your car. You knew where you had to head, and it quite frankly didn’t thrill you.

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Fic request: Negan saves a female reader from drowning. And stuff is fluffy and sweet.

Rated: T

This is it, you thought, the water pulling you in. The joys, the agony, everything was rolled into one bittersweet feeling as you struggled. Your hands tried to reach to grab anything. The walkers you were fighting got caught up with you. You couldn’t see their heads anymore.

On shore the battle still was being waged, the world growing smaller and everything along with it. No good byes. Nothing. Your ties to The Sanctuary were slim to none. But there was something about you. Something that made you stand up and fight for your people.

You remembered that silhouette, that beacon of fear, of hope. He stood above everyone, his beloved baseball bat at his side.

Frightening, comforting, you weren’t sure what to make of him but you were always intrigued. You were there from the start, seeing him first come across your group until he rose to being the leader he was today. Your group growing in size until you finally had a name, until he had a philosophy and you were all Negan.

You wondered as you’d walk the corridors doing your shift if you’d run into him. If his eyes would meet with yours but he was busy. The man was always needed somewhere.

Somehow now the impossible was happening, he came into full focus as you panicked. He was grinning wildly, swimming towards you.

“Hey. You. You made me leave Lucille back there. What the fuck,” he laughed.

Maybe you would have laughed too if you weren’t trying to breathe. All of a sudden the stress was too much for your body. Your frantic movements just weren’t getting you anywhere. You barely knew how to swim, you learned just enough as a kid and even then it was one of your biggest fears.

He really tried to get to you before your limbs gave up. The rush of the water taking you away from him. It was hard to describe what you were feeling now, it was probably somewhere within the realm of acceptance. Any doubts you had in your mind about Negan were gone now. He meant well. He really did. There was no other reason for him to save you, he probably didn’t even know your name, much less remember you being around since the start.

You accepted the world taking you back into its arms. No need to fight now.

You breathed in the water, you gagged, one final reflex coming from your body even though your heart had accepted the inevitable.

He caught up to you, grabbing your wrist with the intent of never letting go. Holding on for dear life he shielded you from some of the bigger rocks and branches you nearly hit. Up ahead there was a tree that had fallen over, he saw this opportunity and the both of you finally came to a stop.

There were moans and it was clear you weren’t alone. It looked like the tree had been acting like a dam, holding back most of the walkers from reaching the end of the river. One of the walkers made a grab for you its teeth trying to gnash at your flesh.

Negan had to think fast. He needed to give you on land and now wasn’t the time to struggle with some walker. He pulled his knife out of his belt and stabbed it in the head. And then from the corner of his eye, another walker coming down the stream was in a collision course with the both of you. He couldn’t risk that so he let go washing you two away. Eventually reaching the end of the river, Negan was completely exhausted and wiped out.

The walker caught up at the end. Negan got to his feet, the walker, was crawling towards him with both of it’s decomposed legs broken off. He put it out of its misery. Then quickly tended to you, gently he tilted your head back, opening your mouth carefully, then followed the next series of steps he could roughly remember.

Did he do it right? His mind was racing.

And all of a sudden you were back. Pain, and everything else that came with it hit you like a sledgehammer, a complete sensory overload. You were still in the water but you were conscious now, the rocks that grazed you when you went down the river left you battered and bruised. But more importantly than that you were breathing. Negan had you in his arms, his eyes scanning you with concern before there was a boyish twinkle in his eyes.

“Well hey there y/n,” he smiled, flashing his pearly whites for all to see. “Okay we’re not quite out of the woods yet, literally,” he laughed to himself at how great his pun was.

You were in the woods. You blinked a couple of times for everything to come into full view.

“W-what,” your lashes fluttered, your chest rising and falling as you tried to make sense of everywhere. Was this a dream or—

He placed his hand on your cheek, breathing out a sigh of relief.

“Right then. You’re a girl of few words. I’m gonna give you the run down here, sweetie. It looks like you’re all in one piece but you aren’t standing yet, so let’s get you standing. You think you can do it?”

“Where’s everybody?”

“Who the fuck knows. Hopefully not dead right? Then we’d be screwed,” he laughed heartily. He got you by your hand and swung your arm around his shoulder. He steadied you, pulling you up by the waist and back onto your feet. Luckily you were okay, dizzy, tired, beat up but okay.

“How are you,” you asked, your eyes searching for his as you took one careful step after another.

He looked legitimately surprised, “I’m okay. My leather jacket pulled through. I’m a little lost without Lucille, but hell, I am a little too attached to her.”

You laughed and he smirked, “Sorry for laughing.”

“That’s fine. It’s good to laugh at shit. What else can you do? Cry all the god damned time? Won’t do you a world of good and you’ll probably end up dehydrated as fuck.”

“That’s true.”

There was some silence between the both of you as you walked together following alongside the river. You could see the gears turning in his head, eventually he spoke.

“Why’d you never talk to me?”

“What,” you were confused. This guy practically asked people to treat him like a god but here he was asking you an honest question, almost like he was any other person who’d walk the earth. There was a bit of vulnerability in that. You could be honest, you could give him the real answer. But you couldn’t.

“My men would offer you positions and you’d always turn them down. Why?”

“I don’t know. I’m a bit of a loner.”

“You like to disappear. I notice that. That’s useful,” Negan nodded.

“That’s perceptive of you,” that was your way of admitting defeat. At least he wasn’t ignoring you. He was just giving you your space and some part of you respected that.

“When we get back and have the doctor look over you, we’ll think of how you’ll fit in to my circle of people. With enough thinking we can figure something out.”

“Oh,” you were hurt. Something about him remembering your name gave you a glimmer of hope that maybe he saw you as a person but now you were feeling like you were just another game piece to the war he was fighting.

“I saw you out there fighting those walkers. You’re skilled and capable. We’ll just keep you from water, that’s easy enough right,” he laughed, but you weren’t playing along. “Y/n, what did I say?”

“Is that why you saved me,” you asked.

“Are you fucking serious? You think I’m that much of a sociopath? You’re really special. You were there since the very start. I can’t lose my good luck charm. The world would be a pretty shitty place without you in it.”

“Really,” you smiled, dropping your head down.

“Well shit. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were blushing,” he teased.

“I’m not.”

“I gotta admit I’m feeling something. C’mere,” he sauntered closer to you, bridging what little gap that was left between you two.

“I’m covered in mud,” you smirked, looking away.

“No big deal. Me too,” he pulled you closer and kissed you.

That Negan, what a charmer.
Another Bucky request. <3

Request: “Hey, I don’t normally send requests but I love this new list! How about 9 & 25 with a slightly jealous Bucky. Maybe in a gym full of avengers the reader enjoying her post workout stretches a little too much for Bucky’s liking? Thanks! You’re a star btw!” @mar-gega @daddybarneskink

 9. “You had this planned all along, didn’t you, you little shit?” 25. “I can’t stand how they’re looking at you.”

You stood with your legs parted slightly, bent over at the waist, your fingertips brushing the mat under your feet as you let out slow, calming breaths. You’d been sparring with Steve and Sam all day, and you knew you needed to relax and stretch out your muscles before you walked out of here with knots in your back.

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anonymous asked:

Lords reaction to caught mc playing with her and having an orgasm and moaning their name? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Nobunaga : - *smirks* “What a view we’ve got here.. What? .. don’t stop.. go on.. yes…just like that…!”

Mitsuhide : - “MC…? Oh. I’m.. sorry… No i mean.. you shouldn’t… uh I……” *gulps* *heavy breaths* *clears throat* “After you’re… d-done.. Would you mind joining me in my room for some tea ?”

Yukimura : - “Oh my God…”*blushes* I’m s-s-s-… Nuuu don’t stop… huh? Uh no I mean… I… I mean Iamsosorry…" *takes a deep breath* “I should take r-r-responsibility for interrupting you”

Saizo : - “Dear oh dear being naughty in here, are we little lady?“ *smirks* *comes closer* “Well how about sensei teaches you some more techniques?”

Masamune : - *eyes widen* *runs out of the room* “I.. I… I’m sorry… I didn’t see anything… I… I promise I didn’t even notice that your two fingers were inside… Oh shit damn” *runs away*

Kojuro : - *stares* *resembles mantras* “Damn these stupid mantras! MC can I join you?… please?”

Ieyasu :- *eyes widen* “What the… tch tch at least next time try to lock the damn door first…” *glares* “…………… uh umnn anyway you’re looking sexy in this position… *blushes* Um never mind.”

Shingen : - “Ooh… *comes nearer* *sits besides her* Spread you legs a little more, then it’ll feel better. Here let me help.” *helps her spread her legs* “Insert one more finger, it will add more pleasure… yes…like that… move them faster.”

Inuchiyo : - *blushes* “You….. MC……. What the hell… Who… Who taught you this? Tell me who? I’m gonna slice that idiot….” *glares*….*looks down* *blushes furiously* “N-N-No MC p-pull your fingers out from t-there…”

Hideyoshi : - *eyes widen* *blushes* “S-S-So-Sorry I… I… erm.. I disturbed you… I…I’ll be back later…” *runs out from the room*

-Admin Ghost Anastasia 👻