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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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.

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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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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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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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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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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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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My Last Breath - Chapter One

Originally posted by rikkisixx

Summary: Scarlett finally comes home after being away for so long, only to meet a man who will change her life forever.

Warnings: Negan being Negan.

AN: Hi everyone! I haven’t written in years so I’m sorry if this isn’t all that great. I know it’s a bit short, but I promise the following chapters will be more lengthy! Hope you enjoy!

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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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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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Behind Closed Doors

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: Negan constantly shows his liking to you around your father, Rick, knowing it gets under his skin. You, on the other hand, are intrigued by Negan so you approach him while he stays with you and Carl when your father goes scavenging for the Saviors. 

Warnings: Language, Negan’s vulgar mentions.

Your father called out your name from downstairs causing you to groan in annoyance.

”I’m coming, dad.” You shouted back while you sketched the final part of the drawing.

As you dropped your pencil against the finished project, your cheeks began to feel heated. It was of a familiar man with scruff on his face, wearing a leather jacket that complimented his broad shoulders while a smug expression rested upon on his face.

You were unknowing doodling a drawing of the most hated man; Negan.

You felt sick your stomach at the idea, quickly hiding the drawing in the nightstand drawer beside you.

If your father found that, he would skin you alive. Though, who wouldn’t blame him?

You waltzed downstairs to find your father pace around the dining room with beads of sweat resting against his forehead causing you to instantly frown.

“Dad, what’s wrong? Is it?..” The ‘it’ you implied was the man himself.

He quickly shook his head, trying to reassure you as he placed his hands along your shoulders in sympathy.

 “I just have to leave for a while to scavenge for them, sweetheart. I know you’re responsible enough to look after Carl considering you just turned twenty two last week.” He chuckled softly causing you to crack a slight smile as you glanced down at the gift he gave you. It was your mother’s ring he kept till she passed.

“Be careful.” Worry was imbedded in your voice as you pulled him into a tight bear hug, fearful of his safety.

Now ain’t that shit fucking sweet?” Both of you jumped at the sudden voice, instantly turning around to find Negan standing in the doorway with Lucille draped across his right shoulder.

Your father was clearly pissed because of his sudden entrance while you were dumbstruck in the presence of Negan.

You instantly felt the adrenaline as his glance met yours.

“Mmm.. What a damn doll. Every little inch.” He responded as he circled around you with lust in his eyes making you bite your lip to keep from blushing.

From the corner of your eye, you could see your father clench his fists.

Negan smirked before chuckling dryly at his anger, finding it amusing to know he could lash out any minute, giving him the excuse to threaten the hell out of him. He knew using you or Carl would do the trick and he would apologize and be back with no back bone what so ever.

“What the hell are you going to do, Ricky?” He taunted as he stood in front of him while your father avoided eye contact. “Kick me in the balls for complimenting your smoking hot daughter? I think not.”

Your father finally looked him in the eye with his jaw clenched.

“Aw shit, there you go giving me that fucking stink eye again. The same damn look your one eyed son gave me. Small ass world.”

“Why did you come? You ordered us to go scavenge for you and your group.” He inquired as he stood in front of Negan with his arms crossed.

Negan slouched back before facing him with a toothy grin. “I came to see if you and your minions were following orders, but with the way it looks, your ass is still here with no goods in your hands. Now, go and get the shit for me.”

His tone began charismatic then led to a demand as he gripped Lucille, staring at your father coldly.

Rick quickly glanced over at you with worry written across his face. “I-I can’t leave her-”

Negan guarded you, his tall figure making yours disappear. “I’ll keep her company, daddy o. Go and get my shit.”

“Dad, it’s okay. You need to go. I’ll be fine.” You reassured him with a slight smile to calm his nerves.

He had to do what Negan said or he would obviously be killed or someone else would. You weren’t going to let him risk that, and deep down, you were excited for the man you drew in your notebook to stay alone with you without the rest of the group or your father to be here. Carl would be up in his room most of the time so it’s not like he’d care.

He finally let out a shaky breath before shooting Negan a deadly glare.

“I love you, baby girl.” He lightly kissed your forehead before shutting the door from behind, leaving you with a dangerous yet attractive psychopath.

Your heart began to pound. You were actually alone with Negan.

You cleared your throat as his eyes traveled across your body.

“Do you want a drink or something?” You were raised to be polite and you were always used to giving your guest a beverage or a snack, but asking Negan?

You felt embarrassed as you fiddled with your fingers nervously.

He licked his lips before facing you with a smirk plastered along his face.

“Kitten, I want something and that something is you.”

You blushed as your eyes met the floor. “How about you go up to my room and I bring you some of my dad’s whiskey?”

“What a bad girl taking her daddy’s whiskey,” He smirked causing chills to run down your spine. “I’d like to get to know you better, (Y/N).”

He whistled Beethoven as he walked upstairs causing your cheeks to redden.

You equally poured whiskey into two shot glasses before walking upstairs, passing Carl’s room until an arm jerked you backwards causing some of the liquid to spill onto the floor.

“What the hell are you doing with dad’s whiskey? He told us not to touch it, and what’s he doing here?” Carl spat with disgust in his voice.

You rolled your eyes, “Carl, he told you not to touch it. I’m not underage so I can drink what I want. Anyways, he’s here because dad left to gather supplies for them.”

Carl scoffed, “And you’re having a casual drink with him up in your room? If you haven’t noticed, he has a sick crush on you.”

“Carl, I can take care of myself. I’m an adult. Might as well entertain our guest.”

You walked into your bedroom to find Negan with the drawing you sketched in his hand causing you to drop both the glasses of whiskey on your carpet.

“I- um..”

He cut you off with a smirk along his lips, “ You know,” He removed his leather jacket. “I thought you were just a good girl who obeyed her daddy, but shit, this tells otherwise, sweetheart. Knowing you laid your sweet little body on your bed while drawing me is oh so satisfying.” 

Your heart pounded as anxiety rushed through your veins, and your legs felt like jelly as he spoke to you seductively.

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart. Come over here to me.” He cooed with his arms in open access.

“Boss!” Simon called from downstairs causing Negan to hiss in anger.

“What the fuck does he want this tim-”

You cut him off as you jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as your lips pressed against his hungrily.

He groaned in satisfaction against your lips as he dug his nails into your flesh, his gloved hands gripping your waist as his lips continued to brush against yours.

He pulled away to face you with a sly smirk, “You gonna tell your daddy about this, sweetie?”

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

You quickly shook your head causing him to chuckle. “To be continued.”

He placed his finger along your bottom lip, dragging it down slightly.

I ordered a Negan shirt and phone case and I’m legit so hype. Hope this was a good imagine, guys!

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 👻

Imagine cuddling with Percival Graves.

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Word count: 765


Originally posted by colinfarrellfanpage

  • This would include so many different types of cuddling.
  • First of all, Percival was not very fond of any types of PDA and he got physical very rarely, even if no one could see the two of you, for example in his office. It didn’t mean he was ashamed of your relationship or didn’t want anyone to know about you. Percival just preferred to have his private and work life separated.
  • It would take him some time to start showing his emotions. He didn’t want to rush things or push you into something you didn’t want to or like.

  • He enjoyed the time the two of you spent though, and would look forward to the long, lazy evenings in your or his apartment, spent on the couch by the fireplace. It would often result in you sitting with your back to him, wrapped up in a blanket.
  • The first time you got the occasion to do that, he froze up for a moment, not saying anything, but checking on your reaction and what you were going to do next. He relaxed a bit when he noticed that you seemed comfortable and cosy, but it took him a few minutes to get used to it.
  • You were glad it didn’t come up as awkward and that he didn’t bring it up. The nerves paid with interest, because you had never imagined how warm and soft Graves could be. Sitting against him, you felt like completely melting. If it were up to you, you would have never left that spot.
  • What hit him hard was how small you had suddenly become and how soft you felt against him. He must have stopped himself from pressing you harder or touching you just to feel more of you. That intoxicating thought was on his mind for a much longer time than it should be, given that he was still a gentleman, but it wasn’t that easy to let go of it.

  • On the later stages of your relationship, you would often hug him from behind, resting your head on his shoulder. He seemed to like it too, although he tended to joke about how short you were, because you couldn’t reach higher. That’s what once made you mad at him so you tried tickling him.
  • He was very ticklish apparently and would immediately writhe away from you or catch your hands, refusing to let you go until you promised not to do that again, which you of course did a few moments later.
  • Graves would return the hug sometime later, and sometimes it could scare the living shit out you, because he often walked completely soundlessly just to appear behind you out of nowhere. One moment he was doing something a few feet away and the next one he was crushing you with that damned smirk on his.
  • Bear hugs. He was the king of bear hugs.
  • He liked the smell of your hair and loved the little squeak you made every time he kissed that one spot on your neck, which he was completely aware was driving you crazy. He would make it particularly hard for you to run away then.

  • Sometimes, when he was in an exceptionally good mood, he would let you lay on top of him, your head in the crook of his neck or on his chest.
  • Listening to his heartbeat lured you to sleep faster than you would ever admit, but feeling him underneath you, slowly stroking your hair or just playing with some loose strands made you black out embarrassingly quickly.
  • Of course he noticed. It may sound creepy, but he liked to watch you sleep, your face smooth and peaceful.
  • One of the weirder things was that he enjoyed putting an open hand on your back in a completely non-sexual way. Just an open palm, pressed to your back. He didn’t know himself why he kept doing that.

  • He would be the big spoon almost all the time, but on rare occasions he would let you take his place.
  • This happened usually after an excessively rough day at his work or after coming home from a dangerous mission that had him rethink everything about his life and values. He would just let you close him in your arms, brushing his hair in a soothing manner. His hair was softer than it looked like and he silently enjoyed it more than he would admit.
  • He would hold you tight at night, as if afraid you would leave or disappear.

Imagine when Negan arrives at Alexandria, you are right beside Rick and Negan notices a resemblance between you and Daryl. Putting you side by side he realizes that you are brother and sister.

NSFW: Swearing

Hearing that your older brother had been taken by a man who had just finished beating two of your friends to death had been heartbreaking. You almost felt like you couldn’t breathe. Rick tried to comfort you but he was feeling so guilty, he was careful around you.

“What are we gonna do?” you blubbered, tears streaming down your cheeks, “Already lost one brother I can’t lose another! He’s all I’ve got!”

“Y/N we’ll get him back,” Rick said, stroking your hair, “Negan’s not gonna kill him.”

“Oh well shit that makes me feel better!” you shouted, “He’s not gonna kill my brother but god only knows what he is gonna do to my brother!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Rick said, “I screwed it up I know. But I’m gonna make it right again. I promise you that, Y/N.”

“How?!” you screamed, “We’re outnumbered, he’s made it clear that he’s willing to cross every line to get what he wants. He killed our friends in cold blood and took my brother. How the fuck can we make this right?! We are completely powerless!”

Rick hung his head, “I know. But we’ll make our way back to the top eventually.”

“Eventually?” you said, “Eventually isn’t good enough, Rick. I need my brother back here safe and sound. I can’t rest easy until I know he’s okay.”

“Well it just can’t be like that right now!” Rick exclaimed, “I’m not in charge anymore, Y/N!”

“Believe me, you’ve made that perfectly clear,” you hissed, “Just leave me alone, Rick. I don’t wanna be comforted I just wanna be angry for a while alright?!”

“Sure,” Rick muttered. As he turned to leave, he opened his mouth but closed it before saying another word and he hurried out of the room, leaving you to sob uncontrollably until your body ached.

Despite Rick’s attempt at reassuring you, you spent the next three days crying and praying for Daryl’s safety even though you weren’t one to pray. It was out of desperation.

On the third day, you finally rejoined the group, cleaning up and stepping out of the house. Rick offered you a smile and patted your back, “Good to have you back, Y/N. But sounds like trouble at the gates.”

“What do you mean trouble?” you said.

“Maybe you should get back into the house,” Rick said, “I’ll take care of it.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” you snapped, “Is Negan here? If he’s here I wanna see him!”

“Y/N I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Rick said, “We don’t wanna piss him off. Right?”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and silently counting to ten. You were furious and wanted your brother back more than anything else in the world but Rick was right. As much as you hated to admit that given your current feelings on the situation, he was right. If you all wanted to avoid another brutal murder, you had to maintain your composure and play nice with Negan.

“Alright,” you spoke in a whisper, “I won’t say anything. Just let me see the guy. Can I do that?”

“Fine, you can come with me,” Rick said. Before you could follow him, he pointed his finger at you, “But not a word, okay? Because you tend to come off…aggressive. Comes with being a Dixon I suppose.”

“Cute,” you grumbled. You shoved past Rick impatiently to get to the gate but Rick immediately pulled you back, keeping you as hidden behind him as he could while opening up the gate for Negan. Rick was the first to see Daryl standing there with Negan’s men, covered in sweat, dirt, and his own blood along with a fresh black eye along with grimy sweats and old sneakers.

“Shit,” Rick whispered, squeezing your arm, “Y/N, you should really go.”

“I’m not going,” you shot back, trying to get a peek at Negan and his men over Rick’s shoulder, “What is it you don’t want me to see?”

“Nothing, just go,” Rick said. As Negan walked through the gates, his men following behind, you gasped at the sight of your brother looking broken and defeated.

“Daryl,” you squeaked, covering your mouth to keep more squeals and whimpers from escaping your lips. Negan leaned over to see where the noises were coming from and he smirked.

“What a cute little thing,” Negan said with a chuckle, “You look damn familiar though.”

“Gee, I wonder why,” you retorted.

“Y/N!” Rick snarled, lightly smacking you on the arm, “What did I say?”

“No, no, Rick,” Negan said, “No need. What’s your name?”


Negan looked back at Daryl, his finger trailing back and forth between the two of you. He burst out laughing for a long time while his men ventured deeper into Alexandria to start taking everything they could get their hands on.

“Holy shit!” Negan exclaimed, “You two are related aren’t you?! Come on, don’t you lie to me now.”

“Yeah, we’re related,” you said, crossing your arms, “Daryl’s my older brother.”

“Well shit!” Negan laughed, throwing his head back, “The resemblance is uncanny! Ain’t this a real kick in the crotch? Unfortunately, your brother is the help so you don’t talk to him and neither you nor Rick will have to cut anything off him.”

“You fucking-”

“Y/N goddammit!” Rick yanked you back to interrupt you, “That’s enough!”

“No!” you screamed.

“Hey, instead of rantin’ and ravin’ you could join your brother,” Negan said. You were no fool. You knew that if you went with Negan and Daryl today, he would offer the same treatment he was giving Daryl right now.

“No, we don’t want that,” Rick said, grabbing your shoulders, “Right, Y/N? Right?”

You stared at your brother, tears welling up in your eyes as Daryl shook his head slightly enough so that Negan’s men wouldn’t notice but just enough that you knew what he was trying to say. But you didn’t care. Daryl was alone and he wasn’t safe.

“Yeah,” you said, pushing yourself away from Rick and stepping forward, your shoulders back and your chin up, “I’ll go with you. Fuck it, what else have I got to lose?”

Negan snickered as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, passing his bat to Rick while he led you away, “Everything, Y/N. Everything.”

After all the houses were torn apart and Negan’s men finished taking all of your guns, it was time for you to leave with him. Daryl wanted desperately to stop you from making this decision but he couldn’t say a damn word. And Rick was so stunned he couldn’t even speak to you. It wasn’t until Negan was about to leave when Rick stepped in front of him.

“I was hoping you’d let Daryl stay,” he said, “And that Y/N wouldn’t have to go with you.”

“Not a chance,” Negan replied, “Y/N made her choice, didn’t she? Loyal to her family it looks like. I ain’t gonna stop her from doing that. Unless Daryl wants to plead their case.”

You weren’t sure if this was breaking any rules but you grabbed Daryl’s hand as he looked down at the ground. It was clear to everyone where Daryl wanted to be but it was also clear that he would never beg. It wouldn’t have made a difference anyway. Would Negan have even agreed to give up Daryl? Or was it just some test that Daryl could easily fail?

“Well, that settles it then, don’t it?” Negan said, “Let’s get outta here!”

Daryl led you over to one of the trucks and helped lift you up into the back after he’d climbed in. Negan came towards the back of the truck and he paused. Staring at the two of you, he placed his hands on his hips and started laughing again.

“What’s so funny?” you snapped. Daryl jabbed your ribs with his knuckles but that wouldn’t stop you. You wouldn’t go out without a fight. Daryl should’ve known that by now.

“It’s just…resemblance is damn uncanny,” Negan said, “How much is loyalty worth to you, Y/N? Because I just don’t think you understand what the fuck you’ve signed up for.”

“I don’t care,” you said, “I’m not leaving my brother.”

Negan shrugged, “Suit yourself, darlin’.”

The trucks started up and drove away from Alexandria. Daryl was quiet, staring at Rick as he got smaller and smaller until he disappeared from view completely. Once they’d been driving for a while, Daryl broke the silence.

“You should’ve stayed,” Daryl remarked.

“I couldn’t stay there knowing you weren’t,” you said, “I’ll go back when you can come with me.”

“It was stupid what you did,” Daryl said, “Negan finds your smartass comments funny now but they ain’t gonna be funny pretty soon. I don’t want him killin’ you because you’re stubborn.”

“I can’t help it,” you said. You rested your head on his shoulder, “You’re all I’ve got, Daryl.”

“I know,” Daryl sighed.

Daryl patted your head and something about that innocent, lighthearted gesture made you feel a little better. You found yourself smiling a little, “Everything will be okay, big brother.”

Big brother Daryl sounds adorable actually hahaha! Hope you like this and feel free to leave more requests!!

Jimin’s Wish (jimin x jb x reader)

Here you go @emilyleloves i can’t promise it’ll be the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written because I don’t have a plot so it’s just coming from the blue but I’ll try.


“Hey. Heyyy. Wake up __” Jaebum’s hands pushed at your shoulders as he watched you sleep laughing to himself how gone you were. Lips parted slightly and it almost looked like you were drooling. He chuckled shaking you more and when he knew you weren’t going to get up, he moved your covers down your back until your plump ass was shoving, your laced panties slipping between your ass cheeks a bit. He slapped your ass gently. When you didn’t move he let out a sigh rubbing his hands together before slapping your ass harshly making it sound off. 

You jumped up out of the bed yelling a loud ‘what the fuck’ looking around for the bastard that hit you. Eyes landing on Jb you instantly pulled him down on the bed tackling him as you both rolled around causing him to laugh at you. Pinning him down because he didn’t expect it you glared down at him, your shirt raised up over your smooth skin, hair still disheveled and frizzed out from your shower last night. 

“Damn baby, you look so fucking good on my lap. Look at that pretty pussy.” Jb teased reaching his hands up to grip at your ass from where you tried to pin him down flipping you on your back quickly he wiggled his eyebrows. 

“Go away. Gooo away!” You whined softly because he was making your stomach flip when he said things like that. He let his finger trace against your hipbone shaking his head no he eyed your body before slipping his hands under your shirt to cup your bra less chest. His thumbs and index fingers pinched on your plump breast only to stroke the pert bud causing them to harden up, little groans leaving your lips as you squirmed under him, not objecting too much. 

“Damn fuck you! Why are we friends again?” You asked bracing your hands on his biceps as he shifted to get in between your legs grinding his hips down against your panty covered pussy.

“Because you love me. For more than just my fame.” Jb purred softly rubbing his crotch harder against yours hands gripping harder on your breast, his eyes turning dark as his pants started to tint.

“So you came over to get my pussy wet and fuck me? Morning sex huh you kinky little shit.” You teased letting your hips roll up against him arching your back. He leaned down smirking kissing up your stomach towards the valley of your breast, pushing your shirt up to expose your breast he licked over each of your nipples cupping them together he played with your nipples only to pull back and get off the bed leaving you confused, angry and needy.

“I wish I could because you don’t usually take me so good. You never give in so easily. But Jimin is downstairs and he wants to talk to you. And I don’t want to keep his nervous ass waiting anymore. You know how he gets when he’s nervous.” Jaebum admitted and you were suddenly intrigued to find out both of your friends were here. Nodding your head you got up to push your shirt down grabbing onto Jaebum’s outstretched hand walking in front of him. 

“Alright, but you don’t get to fuck later if you get needy.” You purred softly leading him towards the front room seeing a peek of blonde hair over the back of your couch.

“Trust me, you’ll change your mind.” 

You wanted to ask him what he meant but all too soon you saw Jimin pacing back and forth in front of the couch, finally standing up. He was always so cute, his blonde hair slipped back from his forehead a bit, dark blue denim skinny jeans and a long gray T-shirt he looked at you with a soft timid smile before looking back over at Jaebum. 

“Have a seat please?” Jimin asked you and you gave a nod of your head, walking forward to calm him down you wrapped your arms around his neck kissing his nose and you swore to yourself you heard the hitch of breath he took in. But not wanting to tease him because you didn’t even know what was bothering him you decided to let it go, turning around to walk towards the couch you sat down on your ass bringing your feet up in the couch looking at them. Jb letting his eyes immediately drift to your ass Jimin cleared his throat to grab both of your attention. 

“For starters you know that I love you.” Jimin started. 

“What did you do and who do I have to pay off to make it go away?” You asked immediately annoyed and offended. You had gotten them both out of trouble when it came to their fans and the media but of course no one knew about that because you didn’t let anyone know that you were friends of the famous boys because no one but your close circle of friends needed to know it anyway. 

“It’s not like that- maybe I should go.” Jimin sighed raking hands through his hair and Jb pulled him back before giving you a shut up look. 

“No one did anything. Jimin is trying here. He came to you because he needs you to do this for him. Or rather he prefers it to be you to do and he trusts you the most. So please hear him out?” Jaebum asked or rather demanded. Giving a curt nod you relaxed back against the seats looking up at the both of them. 

“Well.” Jimin started looking at you before he squared his shoulders. “As you know next week we start off another world tour. And I am thrilled about it, but some songs old and new that we are doing, involves us thrusting a lot as you know it. And some of the song meanings, I get them because I helped right them but I don’t really get them.” Jimin said slowly chewing on his lips before sighing looking over at Jb. “I can’t finish it hyung can you help me?” He asked softly at the elder was more than happy to perk up walking towards you.

“Long story short. Jimin wants to eat you out and fuck you.” He put it short and plain causing Jimin to slap his arm and you damn near choked on your spit.

“E-excuse me?” You questioned eyes shifting between the two.

“I know you’re not dumb. And I know that you heard what I said. Jimin wants to spread your legs, and eat out that pretty pussy you have. And then he wants to fuck that pussy nice hard and deep.” Jb nodded his head and Jimin looked as if he just wanted to float away. Fumbling over your words you sat up a bit straighter knowing that this wasn’t a joke, because it was a lot of times they did tease you but had it been, neither would have seemed so tense about it.

“But why me?” You asked stupidly but you had to know.

“Well simple, you are our friend. And you’re hot baby girl. You know you are. And I know that you and Jaebum have fucked a lot. I have been jealous and I want in on that action. But I trust you the most out of everyone. I had a lot of girls too choose from but I wanted you.” Jimin admitted as he started to pace back and forth again scared out of his mind. 

“Alright, I’ll do it.” You said after some time of just sitting there and weighing your options. You had nothing to loose and to be honest you knew you would be jealous if they had went to any other girl for such a task. And you had wanted to fuck Jimin, shit you had loved screwing Jaebum because he was great at what he did. And it showed it on stage. 

“Really?” Jimin asked like a kid who had been granted permission into the candy store. Straightening up he seemed to bounce on his heels, looking over at Jb who smirked back because he figured you would say yes. 

“I’m not saying it again Jimin. Now come over here and fuck me since you brag so much on stage. As much as you tease that dick better be worth something more than just throwing in fan girls faces.” Of course you got cocky because you were about to fuck him. It was great. Jimin took two strides over to you prying your legs apart, the shy boy no longer present in front of you as he pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit through your panties rubbing it in a quick fast circle pleased when he saw  your face twist up in pleasure and a moan slipping form your lips. 

“I’ll fuck your pussy so good you will scream and come back for more. I’ll ruin this little pussy and make it so needy for my tongue, for my dick. Your ass will immediately get wet whenever you see me. You’ll beg me to get deeper, to fuck harder. I’ll fucking ruin you kitten.” Jimin whispered hotly against your lips before he crashed his own against yours shutting up any more comments you may have. His thumb sliding up and down your slit causing your panties to form a wet spot, Your legs spread open and twitching slightly from the pleasure. 

Jimin bit harshly on your bottom lip prying your lips open with his to slip his tongue inside of your mouth tasting your warm wet cavern. His pink tongue flicking across the roof of your mouth, swirling around your tongue to create a sloppy wet kiss. Teeth clashing against each other, you pushed and pulled at his shoulders trying to get on top or at least push him down to tease, but it didn’t work because you felt a pair of hands gripping at both of your wrist keeping you exposed and a whining mess. Your body reacting to the every touch Jimin gave you, it was getting hot in the room and your shirt slowly started to stick on your skin. 

Jimin broke the kiss only to rip your panties away from your pussy, a gasp leaving your lips and a ‘fuck yeah’ leaving Jb’s lips as he looked at you over the back of the couch. 

“What the fuck do you want?” You asked him and he gave you a cheeky smile as Jimin pressed your legs flat against the couch spread for him. 

“well first I want to watch you get tongue fucked by Jimin. And then I want you to choke on my dick. I won’t fuck you til later though, it’s about Jimin for now.” Jaebum admitted with a happy smirk nodding his head down towards the blonde that was licking around your pussy lips. 

“Oh~ Jimin.” You moaned out softly resting against the couch stopping your hips from moving too much. Your nipples were poking out against your shirt too turned on by how both males were treating you, your body wanted more. 

“Touch my nipples. Play with my breast please Jaebum.” You pouted looking up at him giving a desperate look. 

“What’s the magic word?” He asked you against your ear licking the shell of it softly sucking on the lobe. 

“Shit, please daddy. Fondle me.” You grunted in want and complete need. 

Jaebum let go of your wrist to lean over your body his mouth latching onto your left nipple sucking on the bud through your shirt. Jimin started to part your lips with his fingers licking up and down your wet throbbing clit. He watched the sight before him, feeling his pants start to tighten up more. He swiped his tongue around your clit once more before his mouth latched onto the wet bud sucking harshly on it. Burying his face into your pussy he sucked harshly on the bud flicking his tongue up and down quickly against the wet bud moaning at how sweet you tasted. He shook his head side to side pulling on the bud before his tongue went to lick up and down rapidly at your clit. Jaebum moved his head towards your right breast sucking on it as well through your shirt, teasing you, he let his hand slide down the valley of your breast down your stomach to push Jimin’s head against your pussy causing his pink tongue to slip inside of your wet entrance a string of curses leaving your lips as the male lapped at your insides swirling his tongue.

Your back arched as you cried out for Jimin, his tongue felt so good swirling in and out of your dripping pussy. Tongue lapping hungrily at your insides he sucked on your pussy trying to pull your juices from your body. He was skilled at what he did you didn’t understand why he needed help. Jb moved his hands up to under his shirt starting to fondle your breast groping on them and squeezing them together. “You like that don’t you baby? He’s good on his tongue work because we practiced on ice cream all week. The only difference is your pussy is tight and wetter than the ice cream.” Jb moaned hotly against your ear leaning a hand down to rub against your clit. Two fingers going hard and fast as your clit, Jimin took over shaking his head side to side burying his tongue against your spot. It was heaven. 

Jimin curved his tongue upwards to hit your spot, eyes looking up at you he gripped harder at your flesh nails digging into your skin as you gasped and whimpered for more. Hands gripping at Jimin’s hair you ground your hips against his face, trying to face fuck him and he kept up letting you have your fun your hips moving at a face pace. It sent your stomach clenching and tightening up, you were so slow to your orgasm. 

“Fuck~ oh fuck Jimin! Yes Jimin please don’t stop!” You cried out throwing your head back as he continued to thrust his tongue in and out against your spot making it vibrate as he tongue fucked you. It took only a few more thrusts for him to have you cumming, stomach tight and breath ragged. Your back arched off of the couch as you continued to circle your hips, Jb letting his fingers continue to ghost against your clit causing a little water to squirt from you. Once you felt your orgasm pass down you lay back against the couch panting, body heavy and tired but you could go another round. 

Jimin moved to stand up, he started to strip slowly for you grinning as he started to do one of Bts’s famous dance. “La la la la la~” He started to sing before he discarded his shirt. His pants and boxers went off he winked at you walking towards you before he dug his knees into the couch. 

He let his dick rub up and down your slit, both of you moaning he let his dick get wet from your pussy moaning more. “I think I can’t wait to fuck your pussy kitten. Gonna get my dick nice and wet inside of you. You’ll be screaming. I’m not going to stop until you are cumming around my dick with your tight pussy. I want you to squeeze that pretty little pussy around my dick when you cum alright?” He asked slapping your breast together with his hands. He gripped the base of his cock before he slide into you slowly inch by inch. You felt the couch dip down beside you and he was completely naked. 

“Come on baby wrap those pretty pink lips around daddy’s thick cock. I promise not to fuck your throat too hard.” He grinned while watching you moan. He gripped harshly at your hair pushing your mouth down on his dick making you take him inch by inch. You moaned around his shaft, Jimin completely feeling you up to the brim. Your hips pushed down against his and he gripped your hips starting to pound slow and hard into you.

His hips rolling and grinding into your tight pussy he rubbed against your spot, Jaebum waited until you were somewhat adjusted to his dick before he started to slam his dick in and out of your mouth. Wet lewd and sloppy sounds were made from both the choking from your mouth and Jimin pounding away at your pussy. The couch moving under each thrusts and roll of hips. The only other sound that was heard were your muffled cries of pleasure and their grunts and groans. Your eyes looked down to see Jimin hitting against your body his balls slamming against your ass. 

“She’s so fucking sexy and tight isn’t she? Feels good to be in that tight little cunt don’t it?” Jb questioned Jimin who nodded his head giving harsh grind motions of his hips. 

“I want to fuck her until she can’t even fucking speak. But you got that part down hyung.” Both men shared a laugh and a high five. You squeezed around Jimin’s dick mewling around the thick shaft in between your lips. Your mouth stretch out around him, the spit slipped down your chin and you slurped on him trying to get the excess spit up. A hand reaching up to play with his balls as Jimin fucked you senseless. Your eyes rolled back one hand grabbing at Jimin’s shoulder. He fucked you so hard your breast flopped up and down, your pussy making smacking noises every time he slipped back into you. You were close but you weren’t able to say it because both male’s had you feeling pleasure that ripped through your back and made you shudder.

Your back arched stomach coiling as you squeezed your pussy lips around him as tight as you could. Jimin felt it and he urged you on to cum on him, his finger moving to rub against your clit. Your hips jerked a bit and Jimin got erratic with his thrusts your tight walls making his eyes roll back and mouth drop open as he cried out your name. 

Jaebum was the first to cum, filling your mouth up with cum, he slipped your head all the way down to the base of his cock his finger gripping at your nose to cut off your breath as he filled up your mouth. “Fucking swallow it all, that’s my good little slut, swallow it so daddy can let you breathe.” He moaned out watching as you swallowed it all up. Your ears starting to pop as Jimin brought you to an orgasm slamming in and out of you, your eyes rolling back and body going limp. Jb let your nose go so that you could breathe and tears slipped down your face, your body shaking and writing under Jimin who was the next to cum, filling you up with his cum some slipped out of you. He moaned slowing down the pace milking himself inside of you. 

“Damn that was good.” Jimin moaned falling down on you and Jb slide into the couch beside you. All three of you panting and seeking air trying to suck it in the room hot and your bodies sweaty. 

“So.. Do you think you’re ready now?” You asked Jimin softly trying to regain the feelings in your thighs. He looked up at you after a second with a boyish grin on his lips. 

“I don’t know. Only the second round will tell.”