@re-unknown and I finally got around to doing a collab; he linearted (very beautifully) chat and i did mari, he coloured (very nicely) mari and i coloured chat and finally i did background and lighting (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
I’m definitely NOT thinking about how he’s been working you up for hours and how you’ve been squeezing your legs together to dull the ache he’s created. How by the time he gets you home, he’s got you laid out in front of him, almost shaking with anticipation.
He’s sitting in front of you, bare chested, tattoos on display and a sheen of sweat already covering his brow. The scruff that adorns his face is enough that you already feel the welcome burn he’ll leave on the inside of your thighs. His hands hold your legs firmly apart from each other, while his eyes turn dark at the sight of you glistening for him. You lift your head up just in time to watch him dip his down and pucker his lips into the perfect “O” shape.
When the cool burst of his breath rolls over your exposed heat, your eyes roll back in your head, your teeth clench, and your back arches off the surface beneath you.
He knows he’s got you and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
But I DEFINITELY wasn’t thinking about that. Not at all.
In a language you couldn’t possibly understand, he whispered into your ear and all you could do was nod and pant. Your consciousness was no longer your own. You felt yourself grasping onto his shoulders and began to writhe underneath him. His tongue and teeth teasing and dancing across your neck and chest. You had to have him. Your will was no longer to escape but to have. You needed him- and without a moment too soon, you felt him drive inside of you. Stretching yourself more than you ever had.
Suddenly, you were on top. His hands on your hips helping to aid your need. His words encouraging you; you rocked and rocked till you felt that tightness in your stomach start to expand. You wouldn’t last much longer. Smiling up at you, his mouth and pants kept you pushing and pushing to reach your end.
Scratching down his chest, your senses intensified and you found your release. More powerful than you ever had, you moaned and screamed. As you looked down his grin grew larger as his right hand guided itself across your stomach to your breasts and finally your neck. He flipped you back onto your back and his pounded with all his might into your aching core. His hand tightened around your neck. With a growls and heavy breath he brought his lips to yours. Biting your bottom lip, you hissed out in pain. You felt your second orgasm rising. Your hands pushed against his; you couldn’t handle another- the first was too strong.
Your screams and moans encouraged him. He nipped on your ear and began talking again. You couldn’t take it anymore and lost yourself again. Shaking and quivering he found his goal. His loud roar shook your chest as you felt him shoot inside of you. Trying to catch your breath, you look up into those hauntingly beautiful eyes. He smirked and leaned into your ear.
“You’re mine.” He whispered hoarsely.
You shot up and realized what just happened. You were covered in sweat and your room still dark. Looking around, you couldn’t shake the fear you had. You got up and walked to your bathroom to relieve yourself. Your body ached in tenderness. Shaking it off, you got up to look into the mirror and saw the markings on your neck. Your eyes widened and you backed up to the door. When you turned around to head back to bed. There he was sitting on top of it.
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This story starts in episode 18 of season 1, when something goes wrong in a small town and kids are sick, including the one you promised to look after–Asher. Two strange men, Dean and Sam Winchester, appear and then you realize life isn’t as black and white as you thought.
Dean x Reader
The bell rings in the motel lobby and Michael gets up to answer
it. You help Asher with the food for supper, since their mother is out and
about at her other job. You don’t mind helping out the boys, in fact, you love
them like little brothers.
“King or two queens?” He asks a little rudely, you think.
A deep voice answers and you pause. “Two queens.”
“Oh, I’m sure.” Michael murmurs. You hear him from the other
“Asher, don’t touch anything yet.” You whisper to him and he
nods, sitting down in his chair to finish watching his cartoons. You walk over
to the lobby and wipe your hands on the knees of your jeans. “Michael, honey.
Don’t smart mouth the guests.” You warn him.
“Ah, he’s okay.” The man smiles. You look up at him and
notice the look in his eyes. He looks friendly enough, but you also know what
comes with that. “Just a kid.”
You place a hand on Michael’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go
finish helping Asher with dinner?” As you say this, you gently push him into
the next room, hoping he will just go with it and leave the guests alone. Their
mom would not be happy to know they left because of Michael’s remarks.
Michael rolls his eyes. “Fine, fine. They want two queens
and maybe a box of—“
“Michael!” You turn around and shoot him a glare. He holds
his hands up and walks into the next room, continuing the dinner you started.
You look back up at the gentleman. “I’m so sorry. He never learned how manners
The man waves his hand in the air and smiles at you. “That’s
alright. Kids will be kids. Yours?”
You laugh and shake your head. “Hell no. I’m just a nanny,
basically. I watch them when their mom has work. So two queens?” You grab a
sheet of paper and jot that down.
“Oh yeah, for me and my brother out there.” He jabs his
thumb to the door. You spot the other man leaning against a car and looking around,
perhaps a little nervously. “Been a long day.”
“I bet.” You glance back to make sure Michael is doing okay.
Of course he is, he didn’t have anyone but his mother until a few weeks ago. He
barely needs you at all, but she was worried sick about them. “Card or cash?”
“Card.” He hands you a credit card and you slide it into the
system. It accepts and you slide his card back to him. He has a blank stare on
his face as he looks passed your shoulder. You glance behind you and see that
Michael and Asher are sharing food, giving each other what they don’t like
because usually, the other one liked it. You glance back at him.
He jumps a little and looks down at you, those apple green
eyes searching yours for a second. He clears his throat. “Sorry, just reminds
me of…” He stops himself and you understand.
“You and your brother?” You ask, shifting your gaze back out
to the man on the car. He’s looking inside now, waiting for his brother to come
back to he can get some shut eye.
The man nods again. “Yeah… Exactly.” He chuckles. “Thanks….”
He trails off and purses his lips.
“Y/N.” You tell him your name and give him a little smile.
It must be hard to go through what Michael and Asher are going through. You
wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
“Dean.” He smiles at you and grabs his card and the keys. “Thank
you.” He motions to the keys and takes a few steps back to the door.
You giggle and wave at him, watching him smile and relax his
shoulders. He can’t be so bad.
“Oh you’re in love.” Michael coos when you walk back over.
You playfully kick his shin and take a seat at the table.
Asher looks at the two of you, confused. “You, eat.” You point to the plate of
chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes on his plate. “Gross.”
“Maybe if you learn to cook.” Michael shrugs and bites into
a chicken piece.
You throw a dish towel at him and he catches it, causing
Asher to laugh hard. You smile, gladly accepting his laughter. Anything to make
these kids laugh makes you happy.
It was awful. Joanna rushed Asher to the hospital this morning
and had to call in sick to her diner shift. You told her you would stay and man
the motel for her, and watch over Michael since he didn’t want to go.
When he finally crawled out of bed, Michael told you he was
going to sit outside until Joanna called and gave news on Asher. You let him,
checking on him every few minutes. Poor thing, he’s had such a bad time lately.
After the call with Joanna asking you to bring some of Asher’s
things and a bag for her, you walk outside with your hands loaded and see Dean
squatting down and talking to Michael with his brother right beside him. They
all look up the moment the door closes.
“Michael, I’m only going to be gone an hour or so. Please
don’t do anything rash while I’m gone.” You look at him.
“I want to come.” Michael stands up and looks up at you,
You sigh and shake your head. “Your mom wants you to stay
here. Denise is covering rooms and all you have to do is turn on the no vacancy
“Please?” Michael’s eyes are glazing over but you know
Joanna’s reasoning for making him stay here.
You hurriedly shove the bags into the car, shaking a little.
You are worried for Asher and Michael. Michael blames himself and worries that
Asher will die because of him. He cried all night, never falling back to sleep.
“Whoa,” Dean walks over and helps you as you try to shove
them in the backseat of your car. “hey, let me drive you. It’s the least I can
do.” He looks down at you, those green eyes searching yours again. You don’t
know what he’s looking for.
He opens the passenger side door for you and you look over
at his brother. “Sam will watch after Michael. You can trust us.” Dean
smiles and nods a little.
Thinking it over quickly, you decide they are better than
half the men in this town. You climb in the seat and let Dean shut the door for
you. He shares a look with his brother before he walks over and gets in,
starting the car up and backing out of the spot.
The ride is silent with nothing but the faint sounds of the
music on the radio. You stare out the window, wishing more than anything that
you would have checked Asher’s room last night, wishing that you could have
saved him, but something does feel off about this whole thing. How exactly did
that healthy little boy get so damn sick?
Dean clears his throat and messes with the air, turning it
up and then down again. You feel his eyes on you as he stops at a light and
shifts in the seat. You can hear the fabric of his jeans scoot against the
leather and it sends a chill down your spine. You raise your head and look over
“What?” You ask plainly.
Dean looks away quickly, noticing the light is green and
drives up to the hospital. “You care so much for these boys and they aren’t
He would wonder about that. Everyone does to the point you
have even told them Michael and Asher are yours just to shut them up. You shrug
your shoulders and play with a piece of skin that’s peeling away from your
nail. “You should have seen them before I came along. Michael was keeping
Asher, playing both mom and dad. He’s so young and his mom can’t keep up with
bills and being their mother. Joanna tries. Two jobs just don’t cut it
sometimes. So one day I came into the motel and asked for a room and Michael
was there, giving me the rundown of the place. I offered to watch him and his
brother until their mom came back and since then… I have been taking care of
“Wow.” Dean turns the wheel and lands perfectly into a
parking spot. He looks over at you and smiles. “You’ve done a great job. Both
“Michael still does most of the work.” You shrug and look up
at him. “I just make sure he stays out of trouble and that Asher….” You trail
off, not wanting to talk about it just yet.
“Come on.” Dean gets out of the car and walks over to your
side, pulling the passenger side open for you to climb out of. For a second,
you pause and wonder how he looks so handsome, acts so perfect, yet he suddenly
finds himself in your life. This, mixed in with all the kids being sick, doesn’t
Dean grabs most of the bags, only letting you carry in the
pillows Joanna asked for. He opens doors for you and even refuses to let you
press the elevator button. He chuckles at your mention of this and just shrugs
it off, though you wonder if he’s really this generous or if he’s the type of
guy to work a lady up until he can sleep with her.
Inside the hospital room, there’s a nurse hooking Asher up
to a few machines. You aren’t good figuring out which machine does what, so you
let the nurse continue her job and turn to Joanna, who is weeping on the couch,
rocking back and forth.
You walk over and put the pillow behind her, kneeling down
so you can look up at her. “Shhh. He’s getting help.” You tell her over and
over again, hoping that will calm her down.
Smoke On The Water echoes around the room and Dean’s hand
flies into his coat pocket after he lets go of the bags and sets them by the
closet. He glances at you, his lips mouthing a ‘sorry’ your way and turns as he
One of the doctors walks in and he checks up on Asher,
checking his sheets and then turning to Joanna. “We’ll what we can.” He assures
You see Dean hang up his phone out of the corner of your
eye. He shoves it a big too harshly in his coat and looks over at the doctor,
his eyes narrowed in on the old man. You tilt your head some, wondering what
all that is about.
“I’ll be back to check in on you in a little while.” The
doctor turns and sees Dean, his eyebrows shooting up and his smile to widen
some. “Ah! Detective, discovered anything yet?”
Did he just say detective?
“You’ll be the first to know when we have.” Dean doesn’t
take his eyes off the old man.
“Who is that?” Joanna looks up and wipes her eyes with a
tissue and runs a shaking hand through her dark hair.
“Dean. He’s staying at the motel and he offered to give me a
ride.” You explain, watching as he stares at the floor. His facial features
have changed somehow, gone dark. You stand up and walk over to him. “What was
He’s gaze shifts to meet yours and he shakes his head, his
lips parted some. “Nothing. I have to run, but let me know how the kid is.
Please?” He looks into your eyes again, making you feel like a special woman.
You suspect he does this a lot.
“Dean, you drove me here. Let me drive you back.” You slip
your fingers into the pocket of his coat and dig around for your keys. You feel
the cool metal touch the tips of your fingers and clamp them around the keys,
pulling them straight out. “Maybe explain to me on the way?”
“I can’t explain this.”
The bell on the front door dings, indicating that someone is
walking into the building. You have been back for a little while, helping
Michael watch over the place and playing cards with him. Coming from such a
poor family, Michael and Asher have very little to do, so they always make up
their own games and have fun any way they possibly can.
“Go get the desk, Michael.” You nudge him to the door and
lay out on the floor, resting your eyes for a moment and listening to the music
softly play in the background.
You don’t pay attention to the voices coming from the lobby
at first, not until you think you hear Michael say something about calling the
cops. Your eyes fly open and you sit bolt upright, looking out the door and
seeing a familiar brown leather jacket leaning across the desk. He doesn’t see
you, but you can tell that by the look on his face, something is seriously wrong.
“Sometimes… nightmares are real.” You hear Dean say as you
walk through the door. When he spots you, he stands up straight and rolls his
shoulders back, eyeing you down as if you just caught him trying to sell candy
to Michael. “Y/N…”
Sam is standing behind Dean, his hands shoved into his coat
pockets and looking around. He catches your eye and he pales a little, quickly
avoiding your stare and he tries to find some interest in a plant over in the
corner of the room.
“What are you telling him?” You dart your eyes between the
two men, wanting an answer now.
“The robed thing I saw, it’s real. He saw it too.” Michael
looks over at you. It’s the nightmare he told you about last night, the one
that woke him up and had him run to you, telling you in gruesome details what
You look over at Dean. “You’re telling him ghost stories?”
“I’m only telling him that the thing he saw is real.” Dean
holds up his hands, spreading his fingers out and the seriousness of his tone
never changing. “Look, he’s in a bit of trouble. We need him.”
“No.” You say quickly.
Michael looks from you to Dean. “You would do anything for
your little brother, right?”
Dean nods his head, his eyes shifting over to Sam for a
split second. “I would. I love him.”
“Then whatever it is, I’ll do it.”
“Michael!” You wrap your fingers around his arm. “No, I
He looks up at you, tears filling those beautiful, big eyes
he has. “He’s my little brother, and I have to make this right.”
Not able to say no that face, you take a long sigh and pinch
the bridge of your nose. “What does he have to do?”
It doesn’t take long for Dean and Sam to explain the
situation to you. As Dean settles Michael in his room, setting up a night
vision camera and making sure he knows the steps to take, Sam goes a little
more in depth with you, making sure you know what you are about to witness.
You decided you wanted to help, not sit back and do nothing.
If Michael is stuck in this, you want to know exactly what’s happening.
“All of them. Real?” You’re sitting on a couch near the boys’
room. Sam checks the laptop and he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. “Shit…
And here I am, thinking people are the worst.”
“Some of them are.” Sam looks at you.
You look at the camera, seeing how well Dean treats Michael.
He looks at him the way he would any adult, which is exactly what Michael
wants. He’s never wanted to be treated like a kid. There’s just something about
Dean, though. Maybe it’s the way he sits proudly, the cockiness in his voice
any time he talks to you, or that dazzling smile he gives you. “What about him?”
“Dean?” Sam raises an eyebrow and then he chuckles. “He’s an
idiot, but usually he means well.”
Dean gets up and walks into the living room, shutting the
door behind him. He stretches and walks over to the second chair that’s facing
the laptop and leans his head back, far enough that you wonder if it’s about to
snap off. “Man, what a fuckin’ day.” He rubs the back of his neck and sits up a
little, spreading his legs out in front of him.
“Tell me about it.” You don’t want to sit far away and not
able to see Michael. You have to make sure everything is okay. You stand up and
take the few strides over, standing between Sam and Dean as they glue their
eyes to the screen.
You stand there for nearly an hour, watching the screen,
waiting for something to happen. No one says much and nothing but the wind can be
heard outside. Nothing happens, which you can’t tell if that’s a good or bad
Dean looks up at you after a while, blinking several times
after looking at a screen for so long. “Take a seat, doll. We got this.”
“I’m okay.” You say.
You feel warm fingers touch your elbow and guide you over to
the right. Dean pulls you down so you’re sitting on his knee and he keeps his
arm firmly around your waist.
Another couple of hours roll by with nothing happening. It’s
nearing three in the morning and Michael is still staring at the window. You
haven’t moved from Dean’s lap and he hasn’t made you yet. In fact, your
shoulder is pressed to his chest now, comfortably sitting with your arms around
his neck. You can’t remember changing into this position, but you certainly
aren’t going to complain about it.
“Hey,” Sam points to the screen and grabs his gun from the
table. A shadow with long spindly fingers pops up. The twig-like fingers slide
open the glass and Dean taps your thigh, silently telling you to get up before
you are thrown into the floor.
You stand up just in time for the boys to jump to their feet
and rush inside, guns going off almost the second the door is open. You jump,
this being your first time hearing a gun this close. That’s when you realize
you forgot to cover your ears, just as Dean instructed you to do several hours
When the shooting stops, give it a few minutes before you
hear Dean’s panicked voice calling for Sam. You rush into the room to see Sam
on the floor and that creature lying on top of him.
“Hurry!” Michael runs out of the building and rushes over to
his mother. “Where is he? Is he alright?” He asks quickly.
You follow not far behind and see Dean is throwing bags into
the back of his Impala. He glances up and sees you standing there, fingers
through your belt loops. He gives you a warm smile, it’s crooked, but that
makes it even more charming.
“Thank you two for keeping an eye on him.” Joanna looks at
both the boys and smiles brightly at them. “Asher is going better and he’ll get
to come home in a few days.” She shrugs. “It’s some kind of miracle.”
“Can we go see him?” Michael asks, bouncing on the balls of
Joanna giggles and points to her Jeep. “Go, get in and we’ll
Michael excitedly runs over and jumps in the front seat of
the Jeep. He bounces up and down, waiting for his mother.
Joanna waves Sam and Dean off and makes her way over to her
son. It’s nice to see them so happy for once, even with one of them still in
the hospital, this means that everything will be okay soon. It’s a great
“Guess this is goodbye.” Sam looks down at you.
“Does it have to be?” You ask, squinting from the sun as you
look between the two of them. “What you two did was amazing. I want to learn.”
“No.” They say in unison, then give each other a look.
“I’m never going to be able to sleep now, knowing that there
are so many… things out there in the dark. I want to come with you.”
“And what about Michael and Asher?” Dean asks.
“Michael has never needed me. And Joanna says she’s going to
quit the diner job after this anyway, to spend more time with them. I need a
break. Train me to do what you do.”
“This ain’t a picnic in the park.” Dean looks down at you. “This
is serious work. It involves guns and a lot of dirty work.”
“Then teach me.” You know you aren’t giving up, and
something in Dean’s face tells you that he knows that. You two have known each
other for a very, very short time, but all you can think about is riding in the
Impala with him, singing along to songs by day and chasing these creatures at
“Dean, don’t even think about this.” Sam stares at his
brother, open mouthed.
“Just my kinda girl.” Dean smirks and offers you his hand.
You walked into Weasleys’ Wizard Weezes thinking it might be fun. You were from Ilvermorny and in England. You knew a war was coming and you wanted to help. But, stopping at a joke shop wouldn’t hurt anyone. As you walked through the doors you were amazed at how lively it was compared to what the rest of Diagon Alley looked like. You began to have a look around.
Fred was at the top of the stairs talking to George when he glanced over to see you walk through the door. George noticed he stopped listening and was staring at you. “I take it you can handle this costumer,” George gave Fred a pat on the back and left to attend to other business. Fred straighten out his suit and made his way down the stairs keeping you in his sight.
“Pardon me!” Someone said over the crowd of people making you drop a small bottle of a Love Potion. It was a surprising thick liquid. “Oh Godric, I’m sorry,” came the voice behind you. You turned around to see a tall red haired boy around your age wearing a brightly colored suit. His face was covered in what seem like hundreds of freckles.
“Oh I feel terrible, do you know where the cash register is in the mess of people? I’ll have to pay for it,” You said attempting to pick up the half broken bottle.
“Oh no need, there’s plenty extra in the back,” the man said stepping closer to you.
“In the back? Do you work here?”
“You could say that. Fred Weasley,” he stuck his hand out which you grabbed to shake. “Co-owner.”
“That explains the suit,” you smiled. “I’m terribly sorry about the potion. Does it really even work?” You asked.
“Of course it does, but if you prefer the old fashioned way I could take you out for some butterbeer,” Fred smiled at you.
“You don’t even know my name,” you laughed.
“That wasn’t a no,” he replied.
“Yeah okay Fred Weasley the co-owner. You can take me out tonight. I’m (Y/N) by the way,” you smiled brightly.
“(Y/N), beautiful name.” The pair smiled at each other, before cleaning up a mess that started a wonderful love.
Words: 1357 Peter Parker X Reader / Tony Stark X Daughter! Reader Prompt: request from @jessie-ohler“
Can I have a tony stark x daughter!reader and Peter Parker x reader? You can have whatever you want in it.”
Reader is Tony Stark’s Daughter and best friends with Peter Parker. Things start to get really interesting when Peter asks the reader to be his partner for the Science Fair, when what he really wanted all along was to be her boyfriend!
(Written with Tom Holland Spiderman in mind but could just as easily be Andrew Garfield or your favorite Spiderman. Not my gif.)
“Hey Stark, wait up!” You’d been rushing through the halls
trying to get to your next class on time when your best friend called out to
you. Peter Parker had been your best friend since your Freshman year of high
school together. He was always dropping things and fumbling around at school
but what he lacked in social skills he more than made up for with his genius
IQ. “Sorry to keep you,” He apologized. “But I was wondering if you’d be my
partner for the Science Fair?”
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with you wanting to come
over and borrow my dad’s state of the art lab again, would it?” You winked at
“W-what?” He stammered. “No! I mean maybe a little. But we
had so much fun the last time!”
“The last time when we almost burned the place down?” You reminded
You took a step back from the angels, bumping into two other people. You turned around, noticing Dean and Sam were standing behind you. Their arms were folded across their chests. Your mother stood behind them, leaning against the wall.
“As much as we hate this [Y/N],” Dean mumbled. “You have to choose.”
Sam gave your arm a gentle tap. “You can do this [Y/N],” Sam encouraged.
“I think you know who it’s been all along,” Dean spoke in a low voice.
“I know you don’t wanna hurt anyone [Y/N],” Sam added, keeping his voice quiet enough to where the angels could not hear him. “I think they’ll be fine with your decision.”
Title: The Chess Game Character: Danny Rand A/n: Beginning is based off the song of the same name from “Falsettos”.
Side note though, I know jackshit about chess so I borderline made up my own vague rules for plot purposes, sorry in advanced.
“Danny, if you don’t want to play this anymore we don’t have to.” You encouraged, knowing he wasn’t the most advanced chess player. When the two of you were little he tried to play with you, but always lost.
“No, no,” Danny said, staring at the board with an intense amount of focus. “I can do this, just…give me some time.”
You watched his hand hover a couple peices, mentally trying to remember which one did what. His fingers lightly traced over the top of the King and you saw his brows knit together and you smiled.
“That’s the King,” You reminded him with a cheeky wink. “Treat him nice, use some brains, now protect him.”
Danny looked up at you and tightly smiled. “Yes, now I remember,” He instead went to reach for one of the other peices and saw you waiting for his move. “Could you not watch me? It’s throwing me off.”
You smiled and leaned back in your seat, focusing instead on the grey clouds that were settling outside of your shop window.
“I messed up again, didn’t I?”
You looked back at the board and saw Danny made another mistake. Bashfully, he looked up and you and cleared his throat. “Maybe you could show me? I don’t remember how this works.”
“Does Danny want my help?” You said in a higher pitched voice, not missing up the opportunity to tease him.
“No, I don’t,” Danny said with a defiant huff. “I can do this myself.”
You handed him back the peices you had already taken and reset the board to start a new. “Let’s try again, we’ve already seen the worst.”
“I’ll go first.” Danny confidently went to move a pawn but hesitation flashed all over his face as he started to bite on the lower part of his lip.
“Move the pawn, you’re right.”
“Here.” You pointed to a black square on the board with your finger.
Danny slowly dragged the peice to the designated spot. “There?”
“Danny, that’s the Queen.”
You broke into a fit of laughter, not being able to help yourself as you placed his peice back and gave him the pawn. “That one.”
Danny nodded and moved the correct peice this time.
“Nice first move.” You complimented, noticing the way Danny’s eyes lit up when you praised him for doing well.
“Oh yes, thank you kindly.” You gave him a wry smile and moved one of your own pawns, snatching up his in the process.
Danny sighed, rubbing his eyes at how complicated the game was for him. “I just don’t think I’m any good at this.”
He hesitated again on his next move, grabbing the correct piece but not knowing where to put it.
“Here, let me help.” You gently placed your hand on top of his, moving his hand to the correct spot as the peice dragged along with him.
Danny looked up at you and smiled, heat crawling up his neck and ears. “Thank you.”
The two of continued you to play on the occasional question of “Where should I move now?” and the short, but helpful answer of “Try there.”
It played on until you let Danny take your King, weither or not it was completely accurate to the rules…you’ll never tell him.
“Hey, look at that, you won!” You told him.
Danny stared down at the board, dumbfounded. His eyes widened and his lips were slightly parted as he realized he had beaten you.
The smile on his face was totally worth it.
Danny watched you reset the board and he couldn’t help but look on fondly, he knew 100% that you had let him win. But, he didn’t want to make you feel bad by letting you know.
“Think you can handle me now, (Y/n)?” Danny said, picking up one of the knight peices with a smug smile. “I think I might be the new chess master.”
You laughed, snatching the knight from his hands placing it back on the board. “Take a turn.”
Danny leaned over the board to move his pawn, and quickly left a short kiss on the corner of your mouth while he smile. “Thank you kindly.”
“I’m not gonna lie. Your titties look good as fuck in that shirt.” Negan grins and you huff a laugh.
“Are you flirting with me?”
“Does it work?”
“No.” You shake your head and he looks offended.
“Seems like I’ve to fucking flirt a little harder.”
Rough he pushes you against a wall and opens your pants before going down on his knees.
“Negan, don’t. Someone could see us.” You say and try to move his head away from your crotch.
Hardly caring about your words he puts your leg over his shoulder and parting your lips. You press your hand on your mouth as his tongue slides through your folds, making you slowly wet.
“You taste so good.” Negan praises before burying his tongue in your throbbing core.
Your head crashes against the wall as he encourages you to ride his tongue and you whimper through your hand. Nails digging in your thigh as he growls against your pussy and you grind your hips harder against his face.
“Ne-Negan.” You cry out and fist his hair now.
Your whole body shakes from the aftermath of your orgasm as his smirking face appears in front of yours, his chin full of juice.
“How was that?” He asks and wipes your arousal away to lick it from his fingers.
“Good for the beginning.” You respond and open his belt.
REQUEST/PROMPT: “I almost lost you” + height difference
WORD COUNT: 1,533 (sorry it’s kind of short - or at least short for me)
GENRES/WARNINGS: Slight smut but not really, slight angst, cannon-level violence.
ADDITIONAL NOTES: This is about as close to smut as I will ever get. I have no idea where the gif is from (i found it on google images and it had no source when i went to the page). Title is from “Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off” by panic! at the disco. I tried making a post with a gif, I hope it looks okay. Enjoy!
A/N: This is the FIRST fic I ever wrote. I also took this off of my main blog because I know that many of you may have not seen it because my main blog is not a writing blog (obviously). I polished it up a bit too. So I hope you all enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3
You slumped into your seat at your desk and rested your head in your hands. You couldn’t remember the last time you slept through the night. You could feel yourself starting to nod off as you continued to read through the case file. You had gone through five out of fifty so far, trying to find the suspect.
“[Y/L/N],” Gibbs shouted. You jerked you head up, opening your eyes to see Gibbs leaning over your desk. “Work is a place where you work, not where you sleep.”
“Sorry boss,” you said in a low groggy tone. You rubbed your eyes and yawned. This was your first case that you were assigned to lead. Tony and McGee had told you that it was a test. You felt like all you were going to do was fail.
“Don’t say sorry, it’s a sign of weakness,” he muttered, eyeing you from his desk.
“Right I forgot, rule number six. Got it,” you stated, rolling your eyes.
Well I got it done.
Derek Morgan headcanons.
I hope you guys enjoy these.
Sorry if they aren’t the best of the best. I’ve got some writers block, so once inspiration hits I’ll edit these to where I see fit.
Derek Morgan headcanons:
-This man. THIS MAN, he’s certainly the death of you.
-Treats you like you’re made of glass. You’re his princess and he loves you so much.
-You both probably work in the same department, hence where you met.
-Before you two started dating, he was super flirty towards you. 6 months later, he’s still super flirty towards you.
-Penelope loves seeing how close you two are, she always gets so excited seeing how happy you make Derek.
-He loves seeing you get excited, laugh, blush, it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
-Takes in every feature because he knows how dangerous his job is, and knows that the next mission could be his last.
-Wouldn’t trade you for the world. You’re his everything.
-He has a heart of gold.
-May seem like a big tough man, but is actually a huge sweetheart. In any situation he would give the shirt off his back if it meant the person would be safe.
-He still calls Penelope baby girl, so don’t get jealous over it. If you’re uncomfortable with it, I’m pretty sure they’d stop if you brought that insecurity up.
-Gives you cute nicknames like “babydoll” “baby girl” “sweets” “sugar” and “honey”
-Loves coming home after a long and hard day at work to your home cooked meals.
-If it comes down to it, he’d take a bullet for you. He’s not willing to risk your safety, he’d rather risk his if it meant you were safe.
-Speaking of which, it sometimes gets a little out of hand.
-Like the time the Unsub was states away and he didn’t want you shopping past 7 pm.
-But part of you knew it’s because he cared, and you shouldn’t get mad at him.
-Not innocent. Like have you seen the way he flirts?? Totally knows how to pull some strings and make a simple night heated, real quick.
-His dates are somewhat extravagant but simple in the end. Like a really nice dinner date and a movie, or taking you shopping to a place you like.
-Very hands on relationship. He’s either got his hands on the small of your back, or his one of his arms touching yours.
-PDA is a big thing for him, and he’s not afraid to show it, like holding hands in public, hugging, kissing. He’s all in.
-When and of you ever have a fight, it’s always short. You’ve raised you’re voice to him, which he hates, but he never raises his.
-If he ever makes you cry, he dies a bit inside, like he’s the one that caused you pain and that’s what he’s always tried to keep you from.
-Waits for when you’re ready to talk. I’m sorrys are extremely genuine from him. Like he feels like shit for causing you any pain.
-If there’s recent murders and some of the women have similar features like yours, he so scared. It tears him apart that you’re now at risk.
-When this happens he has such sleepless nights, his head is always running with ideas on what he could do to keep you out of harms way, not to mention he’s always listening to make sure everything is fine.
-If you’re actually kidnapped, he’s so torn, he can’t even look at your picture without almost crying.
-He feels like he’s failed you, that there could’ve been something to prevent it.
-Tbh he can’t sleep, he’s so determined that he’s going to catch this person, and when he does, they better be ready.
-When he finds you, the water works start. You’re so battered and bruised, it feels like he’s dead inside, he feels shallow, that every bruise could’ve been prevented.
-When it’s all over and done with, a huge weight is lifted off his shoulders.
-If he’s the one to try to pry information out of the suspect, he’s extremely brutal and cold. Every time he sees the man rage builds inside him. This man hurt you, and he’s going to make sure to grab every little detail from him, even if it means beating it out of him.
-After the events, he takes leave to stay home with you for a bit, treats you like glass to make sure everything is okay, and you have everything you need.
-Stays up late with you, telling you everything’s going to be alright.
-In the end, you’re safe and he’ll make sure NOTHING like this ever happens again.
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