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anonymous asked:

Hey chris, how are you? i was wondering if you had new sterek updated fics as (best) friends to lovers fics? ☺️🙏🏼

Hey :)

I’m great! Thank you for asking :) I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend! Here are a few more friends to lovers fics. Happy reading!! 

Hold your tongue and hear me out. by  TamzStripped | 11.7K

Derek just needs to find the owner of the stupid name on his wrist so he can finally be happy. He’s damaged goods and he can’t even pronounce the name on his wrist. He’s beginning to think he will be alone forever. That might be ok though, as long as he can keep Stiles in his life, he might just be able to be happy.

Operation: Chick Flick by  Inell | 7.3K

Stiles knows agreeing to be Derek’s fake date for Cora’s wedding is the stupidest thing he’s ever done, but it’s a little difficult to say no to the man he’s been in love with for seven years.

The Start of Our Forever by  Cobrilee | 20.5K

Stiles is ready to get out of Beacon Hills and start his new life, free of the supernatural. A random discovery in an antique store in Denver proves you can never leave it all behind… and encourages him to find it again. What ensues is four and a half years of pining, self-discovery, personal growth, a whole hell of a lot of love, and a realization that nightmares can still become fairy tales (happily-ever-afters included).

big light by  stilinskisparkles | 4.7K

Stiles brandishes a bunch of daisies at Derek, “Saw these and thought of you.”

Derek looks down at the gas station flowers, lifts his eyebrows, “Because they’re dried out and a little wilted?”

ships passing in the night by  bibliosexual | 1.4K

Stiles can’t say he blames Derek for quitting. Hell, this is basically the best thing to ever happen to Derek, Stiles knows that, and it’s awesome. They’d talked about their dreams, and Derek had always said he’d love to be a musician. Now his single has climbed to number eight on Billboard’s Hot 100 and his face is at the top of Stiles’ news feed every day for a week, and Stiles wouldn’t take that away from him for anything.

Sending Out an S.O.S. by  fauvistfly | 6.5K

Derek decides he might be ready to start dating again, so the pack creates a signal that Derek can use if he ever needs saving from an uncomfortable situation. The signal somehow comes to mean that Stiles will pretend to be Derek’s boyfriend. Eventually, Stiles saves Derek so many times that the lines begin to blur.

It’s Platonic Until It’s Not by  hbunting1403 | 16.8K

Yes, Scott and Stiles sleep in the same bed. Stiles would rather cut off both of his hands than touch Scott sexually, but he’s no stranger to showing affection, and they cuddle on a pretty regular basis. Their relationship is, in Stiles’ eyes, normal and healthy and exactly what they both need. Then Scott meets Alison, and they fall in love over a fucking pen (which is sickly sweet but so Scott), and Stiles suddenly has a lot more time on his hands.

Cue pottery classes, stargazing, a new friendship, and a lot of (totally platonic) fantasizing.

Even if Derek is hotter than the sun.

The Rest of Your Life by  paradis | 4.1K

“Seemed like a buttercream guy,” Stiles says innocently, and grabs two forks and pours two huge glasses of milk. They eat in silence and when Stiles finishes his mouth is filled with the too-sweet taste of peanut butter icing and chocolate cake, and he’s full, but he feels good, too. He stares at Derek, who’s licking his lips after his last bite of cake.

Introduction to Zero-Sum Anthropology by  apocryphal | 19.7K

Stiles buys Derek a set of cooking spoons. Derek retaliates with lunch.

I Knew I Loved You Before I Met You by  Cobrilee | 12.8K

One love letter from Stiles starts off a chain of events that changes Derek’s life. Funny enough, the letter wasn’t even for him. He just stole it and fell in love.

Sweetness of You (Saeyoung x MC)

A/N: I needed some fluff before I write some angst. So here’s something for your sweet tooth. Inspired by something from this set of prompts: “Give me more humming in the kitchen, making brownies at 3 AM for no reason at all.” Hope you guys enjoy!



Saeyoung drifted in the realm of consciousness when the comfortable warmth around his legs became unbearable heat. Groggily, he cracked open his eyes and adjusted his glasses. He rubbed the sore spot on his face where the edge of them had indented his skin.

He looked down at his legs. His brother was sleeping on the opposite side of him on the couch, and a blanket had somehow made it’s way over the both of them. Only…the twins had a tendency to become living heaters when they fell asleep…thus the overwhelming heat.

Saeyoung disentangled his limbs from Saeran’s before taking in his surroundings. Right…he was at your apartment along with the rest of the RFA. You all had gathered to prepare for a fundraising event tomorrow afternoon. How and when the group had fallen asleep was unknown to him.

Jaehee was knocked out on the office chair–of course she could sleep like that. And Yoosung…he was on the floor next to the couch, mouth wide open and a few snores buzzing from his throat. Jumin and Zen were nowhere to be found, but most likely, they both went home before they crashed like the rest of them.

Nearly one hundred neatly packaged favors lay piled up on the coffee table, ready for guests and donors. Saeyoung scrunched his nose at them, his fingers aching at the memory of all the folding he did last night to make those boxes. Whose idea was it to make hand-made favors for the event anyway?

Oh, yeah…you.

The thought brought his attention to the light coming from the kitchen. At his angle, he couldn’t see much but the edge of your sweater. Careful not to step on Yoosung, Saeyoung pushed himself off the couch and dragged his feet towards you.

A tiny smile unwound on his lips as you remained unaware of his presence. Your hair was held back by a headband with a huge bow on top, and your sweater was just a tad too big on you, resulting in scrunched sleeves and a slightly exposed shoulder.

As if he couldn’t find you any cuter, your tongue stuck out ever so slightly as you fixated your full attention on the back of some box. He tiptoed behind you, checking there was nothing in your hands, before grabbing your waist and attacking your bare shoulder with raspberries.

You let out a shrill cry in response, but Saeyoung quickly covered your mouth. “Shh,” he whispered in your ear, causing you to squirm even more. “You’ll wake everyone up.”

You said something, probably not so nice to him, but it was muffled against his hand. He removed it from your mouth and instead wrapped both arms around your middle and rocked you back and forth. He chuckled at your disgruntled sigh.

“I thought you were asleep,” you said before returning to the counter despite him still hanging on your torso.

“I was,” Saeyoung replied. The reminder elicited a yawn, and he squeezed you tighter when he was done. “Impromptu sleepover, I guess. And what are you doing instead of sleeping?”

He watched you as you opened the box you were reading earlier and dumped some white flour into a bowl. “I’m making brownies,” you explained. “Want to help?”  

He raised an eyebrow and looked at you from the corner of his eye. “At three in the morning?”

“Why not?” you shrugged.

That was good enough for him. He released you from his grip and spun you around dramatically before pulling himself onto the counter. “What can your personal sous-chef help you with today?”

You placed the bowl in his hands and handed him a whisk. He obediently stirred while you were the one who added most of the ingredients. You took the bowl from him eventually and poured it into a larger pan before slipping it into the oven. Saeyoung took the opportunity to devour the remains of the raw batter while you busied yourself with cleaning the counter.

There was something incredibly soothing about the moment. You two hadn’t uttered a word, but somehow Saeyoung felt an intense contentment in the silence.

It was only broken when he caught you staring, your pink lips wearing a soft smile. His chest caved in at the sight. He wasn’t sure he would ever get used to the fact that you actually liked him.

“See something you like?” he said rather roguishly.

“Yeah,” you replied, your eyes fixated on his face, occasionally dipping to his lips. “He’s really cute, even with brownie batter smeared on his forehead. How did you even manage to do that?”

He stuck his face in the bowl to get a last lick of the chocolatey goodness. “Like this, probably,” he replied.

He placed the bowl to the side and slid off the counter. Your gaze still hadn’t left him. Undeterred by the warmth radiating off his cheeks, Saeyoung leaned both palms against the counter on either side of you, blocking your escape. Though…you didn’t seem to have any intentions to escape.

You gave him a wry smile. “You have a little something right here,” you said, gesturing to the edge of your mouth.

A smirk made its way to his lips. He lurched forward so your foreheads touched. You grimaced slightly at the batter that squished against your skin, but you didn’t move away. “Can you get it for me, sweetie?” he sung.

Your gaze once again flitted to his lips, and he prepared himself for something sweeter than chocolate. You lifted a hand to cup his cheek, and you whispered his name in the limited space between you. His breathing grew shallower as you inched closer…and closer…and finally…

Your thumb swept briskly across his bottom lip before you ducked under his arms and retreated to the other side of the kitchen. Dazedly, he turned and stared at you. Your eyes sparkled with mischief, and despite the disappointment of not receiving a kiss, his heart still swelled with affection. 

“You’re such a tease,” he snorted.

You laughed faintly, sticking your thumb in your mouth to wipe off the batter. Your lips parted, no doubt in preparation of another flirtatious comment, but soft music drifted into the kitchen, interrupting your conversation.

Both of you looked up at the source. You groaned and threw your head back with an annoyed huff. “My upstairs neighbors are always playing music at such odd hours.”

Saeyoung pursed his lips. The music wasn’t loud or obnoxious. The angelic strain of a violin became more prominent as the two settled into silence. Soon, the steady rhythm of “one, two, three” flowed into the atmosphere.

“They have a good idea, actually,” Saeyoung said. You tilted your head in confusion, and he grabbed your hand and yanked you into him. Resting both hands on your waist, he hummed along under his breath and swayed back and forth. Finally getting his idea, you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked down at your feet.

It was sloppy, he knew. You two were out of sync, and there was more laughter than music, but gosh, if he didn’t love the fact that he got to hold you so close. It was the middle of the night, and the entire world faded away as the two of you fumbled around the tiny little kitchen. Together you both surged into outer space, and it seemed as if nothing could penetrate the universe that exclusively belonged to you and him.

He looked up at you while your attention was still focused on trying to keep rhythm. Your eyes were crinkled in a smile. Your cheeks were flushed pink. Your breaths were uneven, getting lost in melodic giggles. The bittersweet fragrance of chocolate hung in the air, but Saeyoung was more intoxicated by your nearness.

Your head suddenly snapped up, and he realized his entire body had stilled.

“You stopped dancing,” you pouted.

Saeyoung took a deep breath to stop the dizzying sensation in his head. His hands slid from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer until your faces were barely centimeters apart. “I am so in love with you,” he whispered, every word dripping with deep conviction.

Though you didn’t say it in return, you smiled against his lips, and any breath in his lungs fled from his body.

A startled cry broke the moment and created a distance between you. Saeyoung turned to the source of the sound and found a horrified Yoosung covering his eyes. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” he stammered. “I just smelled brownies, and I–”

An unbothered Saeran appeared from behind the blond and pushed past him into the kitchen. He didn’t spare you or Saeyoung a glance, and instead grabbed the oven mitts from the counter. “You get used to it,” he told Yoosung. “I find if you act like they’re not there with their faces smushed together, the awkwardness eventually goes away.”

You and Saeyoung shared a good-natured eye roll at the twin’s comment. But neither of you could deny the statement.

“O-oh,” Yoosung said with a nervous chuckle. “Are the brownies for us?”

You grinned and nodded. “There’s ice cream in the freezer if you want.”

You left his side to go help the two boys before they burned their fingers in hastiness. And, just like that, you two descended from your secluded universe and returned to earth.

Somehow in the chaos of the next few moments, a bowl with a brownie and a scoop of vanilla ice cream found its way into Saeyoung’s hands. As he took a bite and the warm sweetness spread across his tongue, his eyes drifted to you where he found you staring right back. No matter how much the rich taste of chocolate filled him with calm joy, he couldn’t help but feel spoiled after your small moment.

Even now, something hung at the edge of your lips…a secret…a promise…he wasn’t sure, but he knew it was reserved for him. He would find out eventually. Your saccharine smiles and tender touches were waiting for him in outer space, and he couldn’t wait for the next time you would travel there together.   

Mine

Imagine being Jax’s old lady and him feeling the need to claim you 

Originally posted by frosya

Originally posted by itsniniboku

You’ve been Jax’s Teller old Lady for quite a long time now. It was rough, let me tell you, staying up until 3:00 AM waiting for him and even not sleeping some days, he always told you not to stay up but you always did. Just in case.

You took care of Thomas and Abel, who you’ve learned to love as your own; This was the best part. You also had to deal with Gemma Teller, of course, you loved the woman to death but you also had a temper, other than that, being Jax’s was a dream come true.  Because you were his, and everyone knew it. You’ve recently had his crow in your sternum, it’s wings wide under your breasts, which made you feel like you finally belonged, coming from a broken home and all. 

Jax loved claiming you as his. You were the missing piece that made his whole life complete now, and he took care of you like you were. But lately, he had been so caught up in the club business you haven’t been able to see him in a while. It’s been a week, waking up alone next to an empty cold space, and when he came home at midnight, you were fast asleep, tired from dealing with a running Abel and a demanding Thomas.

You didn’t felt like a wife anymore, you felt more like a babysitter. 

That day, Jax called home. 

I’m sorry - he had said- I’m staying in the clubhouse tonight. Call if you need anything” 

That drove you over the edge. You took Thomas and Abel and drived them directly to Gemma’s explaining the situation. She took them cheerfully.

“I’ll pick them up tomorrow morning.” You said, waving the kids goodbye. Clay took Thomas in his arms and Abel followed him inside. Gemma looked at you. 

“So you’re going to confront him?” You nodded. She smiled at you, proudly.

“My living image.” She said before kissing your cheek and closing the door. You drove to the TM, and when you got out of the car, Happy, Kozik and Ratboy were outside, hanging around with some crow eaters. You smiled at them and went inside, finding everyone in their usual place; But Jax was nowhere to be seen. You puffed and looked around, finding Chibs sitting with Tig, talking to some hang around. 

The Scotsman looked at you and smiled. “Hey, lass! Looking for our VP?” He asked, walking closer to you. You nodded. “He must be in his old room. He seemed pretty tired.”

“Not tired enough.” You said starting to walk away. “He rather sleep here than with me and his kids.” You walked over to the dorm you knew too well. You knocked on the door but got no response, which you took as a positive response. Opening it slightly, you saw Jax Teller sitting on his old bed, motorbike magazine on his hand, bare feet, sweatpants hanging low on his hips and tired dead eyes. You looked back at him, and closed the door behind you. 

“Hey. Are you alright?” He said closing the magazines and getting up. You nodded, dryly. “Are the kids alright?” You nodded again and watched him relax. “What’s up?” You strolled around the room and sat down in bed, a frown on your face the whole time. “(Y/N)?”

“Is there something wrong?” 

“What do you mean?” Jax talked club business with you, it was a thing you both had but lately, he’s been distant, and you missed him to death. 

“Did i do something wrong because…” you looked down. “I don’t feel like your wife anymore.”

“Oh shit…” you heard him say. “No, (Y/N)…”

“I just don’t feel yours anymore.” You looked at him and bit your lips, sighing and falling down on the bed, looking at the ceiling. You felt the bed shift and a hand cover your stomach. You looked aside and stared at Jax’s blue eyes for a few seconds before talking. “I know club’s important, and i know you’re tired as hell but i miss my husband. I miss feeling you.” He closed his eyes for a moment. 

“You’re still mine.” Jax said, looking at you and kissing your cheek as you closed your eyes. “You’ll always be mine, you like it or not.” He started to caress circles on your stomach. “Your love is mine, i know that. Your time is also mine, because i’m also yours.” You nodded, feeling yourself slowly turning on due to the caress Jax was giving you. Without any notice, he cupped your pussy, making you gasp and lift your hips. “This is mine too.” He leaned closer, unbuttoning your shorts slowly, while kissing your sweet spot under your ear.

“Jax…” 

“I’m sorry.” He said, your belt down as he adeptly pulled your shorts down until mid thigh. You felt like a couple of teenagers, your pants down on his dorm. “I’m sorry you’ve been feeling so alone.” He said, kissing your neck and caressing you over your blue panties. You gasped when he started to rub his fingers against it, making them damp. You grabbed his arm, digging your nails in them out of pleasure making him smirk. 

He ended up  pulling your panties down and lifting your shirt. You looked at him, heavy breathing as he got down on this knees in front of you. “But you’re mine…” he added, spreading your legs and kissing the inside of your knees slowly, going up to your chore. You moaned out in pleasure bitting your lip. He looked up as you looked down and winked before spreading you open and licking through your fold in long, constant licks. You arched your back and held yourself up with your hands, looking down at him. You were in heaven now.

“Oh dear god…” you said, biting your lips, trying not to scream. “Oh baby, Fuck” you said feeling him go at it like a pro. You had missed this. “Fuck, Jackson.” He pulled back, licking his lips and holding you still while introducing two fingers, scissoring you open, making you throw your head back.

“Say you’re fucking mine.” He said while looking down and biting his lip. “Say you’re mine, (Y/N)…” he looked at your sweet and wet pussy, heavy breathing. “Fuck…” he muttered. 

“I’m yours…” you blurted out, watching his fingers disappear in you. “Fuck, i’m yours,  Jax.”  He went down on you again, this time sucking on your clit while still fingering you. You were sweating and you were ultra sensitive now so every little movement he made was magic. “Baby…”

“I know.” He said, guessing your orgasms. “I know you enough, (Y/N)…let go. Cum for me..” he said sucking on you again, not wanting to miss the unique taste. You came on his mouth, sucking in sharps breaths. He kept licking through your orgasm making you shiver. “You taste so good, baby.” He said, giving you one last long lick. You were staring at the ceiling when he laid next to you, a hard on visible on him. “I’m sorry. I promise to fix this shit and go back to you every time.” You sighed and nodded, leaning closer and kissing his lips, tasting yourself in them. 

“Round two?” You asked, looking down, seeing how his pants had a tent now. He smirked, licked his lips and nodded.

“Always.” 

Widow to the Businessman

Originally posted by mvnghaos

Member: Vernon ft. Jungkook
Genre: Mafia AU
Word Count: 1.2k

TW: Mentions of death

A/N: a mafia au (??) thing that idk if i’ll ever continue


The mourning lilies his mother gave you the week he died didn’t live long enough to reach his funeral. You let them sit out on the front porch until the July heat sweltered them into a mess of brown leaves topped off with pitiful flowers that hung dependently on weak stems. It was pathetic; it was a perfect representation of how a widow like you should feel, some sort of tragic beauty. Pathetic tragic beauty, more or less.

If you would have known when you first met Hansol Chwe (or as he referred to himself, Vernon) in your sophomore year that he would have drug you through all this shit, you would have never introduced yourself. But when you thought back to that day— the way he looked as a lifeguard, how he seemed the most carefree out of anyone you had ever seen, how easily all your problems seemed to drift away when you were around him— it seemed your love was inevitable. You knew in the grand scheme of life in this galaxy, neither of you mattered and his death did not even mean enough to be a blip on the radar of importance, but you couldn’t help but feel there was something bigger that willed the two of you together. Which is why you were so surprised when he decided to go off and die.

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Injured Affection

REQUEST by LUCCEROMMA4403: I was wondering if you could write this for me. The reader and Roman are married and they’re both in WWE as wrestler. During a match the reader gets hurt and now she’s in bed rest to recover from a serious injury. When Roman came back, you get heated being around Roman and so the reader wants to make love and he’s very hesitant. But eventually he agrees and so the make love but he’s super gentle. And maybe they get a little rough?😏 I would appreciate if you could😋

Warnings: Smut, language
(A/N): The thirst was real while I wrote this so it’s longer than expected, I mean , look at our Samoan God. Enjoy loves!

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‘’Mom, I’m fine,’’ I chuckled as I shifted my weight on the bed, careful not to hurt my right leg. I had to stay in bed the upcoming weeks, thanks to the match I had almost a month ago. Charlotte was talking crap about my husband, so you could figure I wasn’t going to let her get away with it just like that. Even though everyone backstage tried to stop me, I pushed all of them away and surprised Charlotte in the ring. I grabbed her hair and pulled it backwards, dragging her to the ground. She, of course, fought back by literally kicking my ass and whatever she had in store. At one point, I was laying on the ground and she jumped on my leg too hard, causing it to bruise badly. I cried it out at the top of my lungs but she kept going and going. Eventually, my husband and some referees came out, removing Charlotte away from my reach. I was really hurt and my only concern was to beat the hell out of her. My husband, at the other hand, carried me to the nursery backstage. I was secretly happy he did, because I couldn’t handle any more source of pain or pressure. The doctor said that I needed at least two months of rest, which annoyed the shit out of me, since I wanted to wrestle and do things. I mostly wanted to have some alone time with my husband, if you know what I mean, but that wasn’t really possible since my leg still hurts and him being overprotective.

‘’Was it really necessary to ran out there?’’ My mom asked concerned, sitting at the end of the bed, partly blocking my view from the TV that hung in the room.

‘’No one is talking about my husband that way.’’ I answered fiercely. ‘’I warned her before mom, but she loves to provoke things like this. Charlotte knows how much I hate it when someone talks bad about the people I love and she knows damn well that I will strike back ten times harder.’’ I felt myself getting frustrated again. ‘’She did this on purpose.’’

‘’It’s lovely to hear that you care so much about him, but next time, think before you act darling, look where this got you now.’’

‘’I know,’’ I sighed, ‘’I’m sorry for scaring you.’’

‘’Oh honey, don’t apologize for that. I just hope you get well soon so you can do what you love to do again.’’ My mom smiled and stood up. ‘’I have to go now hun, dad wants to take me out to dinner tonight so I have to get ready.’’

‘’Aw you guys make my heart warm,’’ I cupped my chest, ‘’have fun and greet dad for me.’’

‘’I will and thank you my little one.’’ She kissed my head and she left. Once I heard the door close, I wanted to change channel, but the remote control was at the end of the bed where my mom sat. She insisted on watching The Bold and The Beautiful since ‘things got heated’ between Steffy and Liam or whoever they were. I groaned loudly, throwing my head back on the pillows and closing my eyes. As I was about to think of a way to grab the remote, the bedroom door flew open. My eyes opened right away, seeing my husband standing in the doorway with his suitcases, hair being in a messy bun, wearing a black t-shirt and black sweatpants.

‘’Someone in this room missed me?’’ He smiled as bright as I did. I honestly didn’t care about my leg at that moment so I stood up, making Roman to drop all the bags he had in his hand to catch me. ‘’Jesus baby, what are you doing?’’ He asked concerned as he pulled me close to him. ‘’You shouldn’t be walking, you should be resting.’’ He chuckled. I nodded against his broad chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. I missed every single thing about him; his smell, his laugh, his body, his kisses, literally everything.

‘’I missed you so much.’’

‘’I missed you too babygirl, a lot.’’ He said warmly. ‘’Now let’s get you back in bed.’’ Roman lifted me up bridal style, making me giggle. Slowly laying me down again. Luckily for me, I could move my leg better, but it still hurts with certain movements I made. ‘’How is my wife doing?’’ He asked as he crawled in bed next to me.

‘’You’re wife is sick of being in bed all day long.’’ I sighed.

‘’I can imagine that, but you heard what the doctor said, y/n.’’ He pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it aside on the chair. ‘’You gotta rest for at least two months before you can do things again.’’

‘’I don’t care. I’m into other things than bedrest and watching TV all day long.’’  His right arm was wrapped around my waist, our skin touching after so long, making me crave him even more than before. I ran my fingers over his hand and slowly guided it downwards to my center.

‘’Y/n, what are you doing?’’ He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

‘’Providing us both with a source of pleasure,’’ I bit my lip, ‘’It’s been so long.’’

‘’I know, but I don’t want the risk of you getting hurt again, by me this time.’’ He said bothered.

‘’Roman please,’’ I moaned in his ear as I slid his hand down further, ‘’I need you so bad, I haven’t seen you, felt you for so long.’’

‘’I don’t wanna hurt you..’’ He trailed off as I slid his hand inside of my panties. ‘’Holy shit, baby’’ Looking at me, I felt his hand take back his own will, index finger circling my clit slowly. I moaned, throwing head back against his shoulder in immense pleasure. ‘’You sure you want this, once we continue this, there’s no stopping me.’’ He whispered in my ear. Nodding was the only thing I could do since my words failed me.

‘’I trust you.’’ I said, my hand sliding in front of his sweats to rub his shaft through the fabric. He was slowly getting harder by my touch, groaning lightly. ‘’That feels so…’’ I couldn’t finish my sentence as he slid two fingers inside of me. ‘’Oh fuck Roman.’’

‘’You missed that baby?’’ He deeply said, making me shiver, ‘’You missed me touching you like this?’’ His fingers curled inside of me, waiting for a response since I didn’t answer him.

‘’Oh my god, yes Roman.’’ My grip on his arm tightened since I felt myself getting closer to reaching my peak.

‘’Let me taste you.’’ Pulling his fingers out of me, the emptiness making me whine. Once he slowly took off my panties, he carefully took my painful leg and placed it on his broad shoulder. I gave him a nod, letting him know I was okay. Placing soft kisses on my inner thigh, his lips felt like fire against my heated skin. I closed my eyes, waiting for what was coming. He licked all the way up from my center to my sensitive bundle of nerves. Instinctively I grabbed his hair, arching my back.

‘’Fuckkk.’’ I moaned loudly. His fingers finding their way back inside of me while he gently sucked my clit, circling it with his talented tongue. ‘’Jesus baby…Oh m-my g-goddd.’’ I shuddered beneath him. He hummed against me on purpose, sending vibrations over my pussy, feeling the effects throughout my whole body.

‘’You taste so fucking good y/n,’’ he murmured against me, ‘’you gonna cum for me?’’ Roman asked, never stopping pumping in and out of me with this fingers. The metal of his ring made contact with my center everytime he pushed back inside, the mixture of heat and cold sending me over the edge. ‘’Good girl.’’ He took one last lick of my pussy as he took a hold of my leg and slowly parted it with his hand as he kissed my stomach. I was given a moment to catch my breath and to get rid of his shirt I was wearing as Roman took off all his clothes. Once he was fully naked, towering over me, I took a moment to look at him. My husband is seriously a god. ‘’I’ll be gentle baby, don’t worry,’’ he smiled. I nodded, giving him a smile back. ‘’Just relax..’’ He whispered as he took a hold of his dick, wiping the pre cum away with his thumb. I grabbed his hand and sucked it off his digit, making him groan.

‘’Oh shit..’’ I cried out as he slowly pushed inside of me. The feeling of being stretched out again after so long is an indescribably pleasurable feeling. While giving me a moment to adjust to his thick and long dick, he kissed my neck. ‘’Roman…’’ I whimpered. He started to move slowly, gentle and careful thrusts.

‘’Does that feel good babe?’’ Roman grunted, careful not to hurt my leg. Somehow, the slight  pain of my leg and the pleasure, caused an amazing feeling.

‘’Harder,’’ I begged. I could feel he was holding himself back, ‘’I need you to go harder.’’

‘’Are you sure?’’ Caressing my cheek, he looked at me somewhat concerned. As I nodded, he wasted no time with picking up speed. ‘’You gotta tell me if I hurt you.’’ Roman breathed. His hand moved my sore leg further apart, gripping my hips as he thrusted rapidly in and out of me. ‘’I missed you so fucking much babygirl.’’

‘’I missed you too Roman, fuck!’’ I cried out of pleasure as he started to rub my clit. ‘’Oh yes, just like that, I’m gonna cum baby,’’ I felt him hitting my g-spot over and over again.

‘’Cum for me baby, haven’t felt you cum around my dick for so long, come on darling.’’

‘’Oh my fucking god, yes!’’ I screamed as my juices started to drip down his dick.

‘’Yeah babygirl, that’s it.’’ He chuckled. His thrusts became harsher, but sloppy, almost reaching his peak. Pieces of his hair started to fall out his bun, tickling my face.  I started to move my hips to push him deeper inside of me, helping him. ‘’Jesus, y/n,’’ he struggled to say, ‘’Oh baby, fuck.’’ Roman moaned, his left hand pinching my sensitive nipples. I felt the familiar heat in my abdomen, signing me that I was close to another orgasm. After a few thrusts, I felt his dick jerk inside of me. He kissed me sweetly as he pulled out. Just as I thought he was done, he pushed his fingers inside of me again, rubbing my clit with his thumb, making me cum for the second time. We were both breathless as we lied back down under the covers.

‘’Thank you,’’ I said, taking his hand in mine, ‘’I really needed this.’’

‘’I gotta ask Charlotte to talk more shit about me if this is what your injury leads to.’’ Roman chuckled.

‘’You better watch out with what you say Reigns,’’ my finger traced his cheek, looking in his eyes. ‘’I love you.’’

‘’I love you more babygirl,’’ He sweetly said, kissing me.

sassy-lucifer  asked:

Hey could you maybe do a rec list of your favourite sterek fics? :)

Hey :) 

Sure! So this is part 3 and I still feel like I skipped over so many amazing fics! I kinda hid the other posts I made but now you can find them here There’s 30+ total so far, hopefully you find something new to you :) 

Show Me The Way Back Home Baby by  stilinskisparkles | 14.9K

In which Lydia and Jackson produce the world’s cutest baby, and the pack goes crazy– the good kind of crazy. Except for Derek, who is afraid of tiny cute babies and Stiles who plans to be the best Uncle ever. Even if Danny called dibs on Godfather.

I Do Do You? by  Captain_Loki | 6.5K

Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn’t be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn’t fallen apart.

i want to say all those things that would be better unsaid by  aeneapsych | 24.5K

Derek is a lonely professor who decides to call a phone sex line.

Stiles is a poor grad student who needs to make a living somehow.

“One night stands were never this good. Hell, his previous relationships were never this good. Derek was so screwed, but right now he didn’t care.”

Derelictions of Duty by  Regann | 10.8K

5 times a Beacon County Sheriff’s Office employee witnesses the unique relationship between Stiles and Derek but neglects to tell the Sheriff and 1 time he witnesses it for himself.

The Rest of Your Life by  paradis | 4.1K

“Seemed like a buttercream guy,” Stiles says innocently, and grabs two forks and pours two huge glasses of milk. They eat in silence and when Stiles finishes his mouth is filled with the too-sweet taste of peanut butter icing and chocolate cake, and he’s full, but he feels good, too. He stares at Derek, who’s licking his lips after his last bite of cake.
“I think I’m probably not straight,” he says suddenly.
And Derek says, “I ripped down the whole top floor of the house this morning thinking about Laura.”

Werewolf-Friendly by  badwolfbadwolf | 27.2K

Derek is a junior in college, never could get the hang of social interaction, and is, you know, a werewolf. A werewolf and a virgin. And it isn’t like anyone is banging down his door to hop on his werewolf dick, save for the few pervs who acted like he was some kind of exotic toy to be played with and experienced. So, when he sees Stiles’ ad on Hot Men 4 Rent, Derek is… interested.

Parallax by  uraneia | 10.5K

With the pack (and Stiles) starting college, Derek is bored. He needs a hobby–or a job. Which is how he comes to model for Alpha Studios.

He just never thought Stiles would end up working there too.

Convenient by  exclamation | 10.7K

Stiles knows what he is to Derek: convenient. He knows that Derek isn’t looking for a relationship, just someone to have casual sex with. Which is why Stiles is so surprised to find Derek setting up a romantic dinner for Valentine’s Day.

Wait by  cutloosemcgoose | 23.4K

Sitting on his couch, staring at the wall, it feels like Derek is watching his whole, miserable, lonely life flash before his eyes. He’s twenty four and he’s alone. No family, no friends, no real pack.

He’s six days away from spending one of the most family-oriented holidays of the year trying to avoid any human interaction. If anyone could see him right now, they would tell him he looks pathetic.

If Laura could see him right now, she would probably beat the crap of him and then tell him he’s a loser.

Little Wild Animal by  DiscontentedWinter | 61K

Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack’s property.
Humans are supposed to be extinct.
But then, Stiles is full of surprises.

MARIUS AND LES AMIS FRIENDSHIPS

Just thought I would leave this here. Marius needs love.

  • Enjolras: They had an icy relationship at first, but then they started hanging out more, and understanding each other point of views, and Enjolras realised they were kind of similar: they both want to make the world a better place. 
  • Courfeyrac: One of Marius firsts friends and he’s proud of it. They are very touchy, and at first, Marius was a little bit uncomfortable, but Courfeyrac way of showing affection grew on him, so now he can’t live without it.
  • Combeferre: They didn’t start with a good first impression. And it just got worse with time as Marius develop a fear towards Combeferre, that tall intimidating guy, who would always look down on him. But one day Combeferre decided to talk to Marius and put their problems in the past, because, Marius seems like a nice person, even if he had some different views. (plus he didn’t like making the man scarred) they can even sometimes find themselves debating about philosophy or great writers.
  • Jehan: Marius clicked easily with Jehan, since they are somewhat shy people. They respected each other boundaries and it meant a lot for both of them. They like making flower crowns together for all their friends (double points if the flowers have a meaning behind it) and doing fake tattoos.
  • Bahorel: He thought it would be funny to boss Marius around for a little bit, you know, nothing harmful. But he lost control of it, and only realised that when a trembling, scarred Marius confronted him about it. He then noticed how much of a jerk he was being, he apologised sincerely and changed completely the way he treated Marius, who chose to forgive Bahorel with no bad feelings. Since that day Bahorel have a huge respect towards Marius for standing up to himself. He gives Marius piggyback rides when he is feeling down, and sometimes they even race against Joly and Bossuet. 
  • Feuilly: They both enjoy some quiet time. Once a week, they meet up in one of their houses and spend a pleasant afternoon drinking tea and reading books. They sometimes even go to this club book meeting together with Jehan. Feuilly appreciates the friendship, and the same goes to Marius. 
  • Joly: Both Marius and Joly love cooking, so whenever the big group meet, they are the cookers, and they get along incredibly well in the kitchen. Joly makes Marius laugh a lot, which is not a very common thing to happen, so he takes pride in that.
  • Bossuet: Bossuet and Marius often get unlucky strikes throughout their week, but strangely enough, when they are together for a certain period of time, everything goes back to normal. So whenever one of them is having a shitty week, they meet up in a cafe to chat or play card games.
  • Grantaire: Grantaire was at first very distant towards Marius. But the more the guy showed up in his life, the more he warmed up to him. They also have a touchy relationship, holding hands, hugging, cuddling, as long as Marius is not uncomfortable. They sometimes break into rooftops (at first Marius was scared shitless, but now he loves doing it) to draw/paint. 
  • Musichetta: They go along amazingly. They love going shopping together, or going to the cinema, or anywhere. They are comfortable enough with each other to talk about feelings and their significant others and that’s so good for them both. The last time they went to the zoo, Marius got licked in the face by a giraffe and Musichetta has pictures of it and she uses it to blackmail him.
  • Eponine: They first met when Marius moved next to her, but Eponine never got the courage to go and talk with him, until one day they bumped on each other and from then on, they spent most of their time together. After some extreme pinning, they got their shit together and started dating, Cosette joining them later on.
  • Cosette: Marius and her love taking rose petals bath together. They also love painting their nails and singing duets. Eponine normally chooses what song they are going to sing together. This one time, Eponine recorded them singing and it went viral on the internet. Marius was embarrassed, but happy that people liked it.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any fic recommendations already where Derek and Stiles are best friends? If you have, can you please link it? Thank you very much! I'm starved for these kinds of fics.

  • This MIght Be Irony by thepsychicclam (M, 38k) Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship. And it all begins with two white boards.
  • Little Dumplings by DevilDoll (G, 8k) “You and Derek are going to sit next to each other,” she said. Derek had already put his mat down off to the side, near the window, and was sitting on it, glaring at his Batman sneakers. “And you’re going to hold hands.“ "What?” Stiles blurted. He looked over at Derek, who was looking back at him, mouth fallen open in shock. His eyes were so wide that for once his eyebrows weren’t his most noticeable facial feature. “If you refuse to apologize to each other, you’ll have to make up another way,” Miss Blake said firmly, steering Stiles over toward Derek and standing there while he obediently—if somewhat grudgingly—put his mat down.
  • Mating Habits of the North American Domesticated Werewolf by lielabell (M, 35k) Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.
  • Help me get in touch (with what I feel) by alenie (E, 3k)  “Stiles, what happened?” Derek says as sternly as he can (which isn’t very). Nevertheless, there is a pause on the line, and a small sigh. “I was just…having some Stiles personal time, you know? And…I may have gotten something stuck. Um, in me.” “In you?” Derek says incredulously. “What do you…oh.” Enlightenment strikes. “Like, in your…” “Yes, in my butt!” Stiles snaps.

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anonymous asked:

hey bro i'm up for some angst so would it be okay if i requested egobang where danny is all depressed and tries to isolate himself and arin kinda gets all worried about him? i know it's kinda specific but i would greatly appreciate it!

this didn’t exactly turn out the way you asked, but it’s pretty close. i apologize. i wanted to reflect what it feels like to be depressed and anxious, at least in my personal experience, especially when it’s extremely difficult to talk about.

since it’s mental health awareness week, i thought some soft egobang with talking about feelings and taking care of yourself mentally would help someone. i hope everyone enjoys this. x


No matter what Danny did, it never felt like it was enough.

Sometimes he’d wake up from nightmares, clutching his sheets, staring up at the ceiling and asking himself what the fuck he was doing with his life.

Other times, he’d be sitting with all of his friends and just go quiet as he’d look around and realize how talented all these people were, and how much he’d depended on them for a long time.

Then he’d speak with his parents on the phone and they’d casually mention something from awhile back, and he’d zone out as he recalled that period of his life and wonder why anyone put up with him.

Occasionally, he’d catch a whiff of the smell of weed and his muscles would clench as he remembered a somewhat vulnerable time in his life–a time when he’d do nothing but smoke weed and pretend like he was okay.

He’d been going through a particularly shitty time when he’d met Arin.

He felt like he’d never be able to properly express how much Arin had done for him. Danny was perfectly aware that Arin himself had gone through some shitty times of his own, but Arin was always smiling and cheerful, spreading positive energy wherever he went.

Getting to know Arin made him regain a sense of purpose that had been dwindling lately. He stepped up, working on the music he loved so much because a funny man with a contagious smile had told him how much he liked his work.

Things had continued to change, as Arin had invited him to join Gru//mps. Danny had left a job he wasn’t really passionate about into a world where he could make music and spend his time working on things that he loved to do.

Arin would never tell that Danny had cried his first day on Gru//mps.

As time went on, he’d felt confident, he really had. But then he’d be at a writing session with Brian, and Brian would make a joke about N//SP’s particular brand of music, and Danny would be hit with the realization that maybe all of this was temporary.

Then he’d be sitting with Arin, rambling about nothing, and Arin would mention plans for the future and Danny would seize up. He forgot how young Arin was sometimes. And yet, he’d accomplished so much. He’d built up a business. He’d given so many people jobs. He’d made so many people happy and successful. 

Danny had been one of those people.

He’d go home and cry later, in private, where no one could see his doubts and fears. 

Danny would’ve liked to say he got better as he grew more successful, but it was really the opposite. Every day he was reminded of how much pressure there was to appeal to his audience and be a great addition to Gru//mps and everything seemed so overwhelming.

Then there were the days he felt he didn’t deserve all the blessings he’d been given.

Why had Arin chosen him? Why did people seem to like his music? Why was his family so accepting of the career he’d chosen for himself? Why were his fans so nice and complimentary?

He didn’t deserve it.

One night was particularly terrible, and he just wanted to feel like he had when he smoked. He wanted to forget all the pressures and the way he felt guilty for being stressed because he had no right to be so stressed.

Danny jumped in his car. It was around two in the morning but his body seemed to be out of his control. He drove and drove, eventually finding himself–where else?–at the Gru//mp Space.

He unlocked the door numbly, padding inside. It was dark and empty. Everyone was at home, asleep.

Danny sat on the Gru//mp couch, staring at the soft material. He ran his fingers over the fabric, imagining all the memories he’d made on this couch. All the hours spent laughing and talking with one of the best people he’d ever met.

He registered the tears dripping off his cheeks, not bothering to try and wipe them away. I don’t deserve to cry, he thought bitterly, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

Danny curled up on the couch, letting himself feel truly miserable and feeling all the emotions he’d suppressed for so long come crashing down around him. 

Why here? Why, in his most vulnerable moments, did he find himself drawn back to this room?

But something was missing. Or, rather, someone was missing.

Danny laid there, feeling his fuzzy head slowly lose consciousness.

~~~

When he woke up, he felt momentary confusion as he registered that he was in the Gru//mp room.

Then his memory caught up, and he felt his face’s skin cracking from his dried tears. He groaned, feeling a headache building.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

For some reason, Danny didn’t jump at the sound of Arin’s voice. It just made sense that Arin was there with him. To be perfectly honest, his head was still muddled and he wasn’t sure if it was really Arin or a hallucination from his battered brain.

Danny turned, seeing Arin sitting on the other end of the couch, his eyes tired but his smile warm. “Good morning, sleepyhead. Any particular reason you were sleeping here last night?”

He licked his cracked lips. “W…what’re you doin’ here, Ar?”

Arin’s smile faded, and his eyes dropped. His hand reached out to lightly rest on Danny’s knee, and he stared at the contact.

“I came in early this morning, and I found you in here, asleep, and…you looked like you’d been crying.”

There was an unspoken question in Arin’s eyes.

Danny swallowed, trying to rack through his troubled heart and cluttered mind to find a response. But no matter how much he tried, he just couldn’t think of anything to say.

So instead, he reached out his arms in a silent request, and Arin understood. He reached forward to pull Danny to him, wrapping his trembling form in his caring arms. He let Danny rest against his chest, closing his eyes and feeling the warmth of Arin’s embrace.

Arin held him tight, lightly stroking his arm. “D’you wanna talk, or is this enough?”

Danny opened his eyes, looking up. “This…this is all I really need.”

Arin smiled. “Good. Don’t talk then, okay? I’ll wait here with you. I’ll wait until you want to talk. And if you don’t, that’s fine, too. I’ll still be here. So don’t worry, Danny.”

His grip on Arin’s shirt tightened. He didn’t feel like crying anymore. He just felt safe. He felt safe here, and that’s all he wanted right now.

Maybe he couldn’t talk about it just yet. Maybe he’d never be able to tell Arin how much he’d done for him. Maybe Arin would never know how much Danny loved him.

But Arin had promised to stay. No matter what.

That, more than anything, started healing the worries in his heart.

You have no idea... - Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader
Summary: In the third and last part, I’m sure all of you know what to expect. Have fun my lovely needy readers :) 
Words: 2407
Warning: virgin reader, age difference, smut, oral sex, vaginal sex

Part 1 / Part 2 - You don’t have to read the first two parts to read this, but I would love it if you do, of course :) 

Also, I did not proof read this because it just feels so so awkward to know I wrote this ^^ So I am very very sorry for any mistakes, this series is my first time writing smut… ( Also tagging @but-deans-back-tho )


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Torn 9

Finally! Whew! I loved all you guys suggestions and will be using them throughout the story. You may see some in this chapter. I didn’t have Eric come at the reader as hard as I expected him too it just did not flow out my brain like that for some reason. Sometimes that happens I guess. Now I’m going to drink….Hope you enjoy.

Part one through seven you can read here and part eight here.


“Are you alright?” Four asked as he shut the door. You were rendered speechless as you looked at his muscular chest.

“I’m fine. Can I see your tattoo?” You asked moving closer to him. Four looked you up and down and turned around so you could see his back tattoo. You gasped at how beautiful it was. You found your fingers tracing his back.

“Beautiful. Why all five factions?” You asked as your fingers continued to caress his back. You saw goosebumps rise on his back. Before Four could answer you found your mouth on his back and you started kissing each faction symbol. Four let out a soft sigh. When you kissed the Amity symbol the last symbol on his back you got on your knees and turned him around.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” he asked as you unbuckled his pants and started to zip his zipper down. “No you don’t have to do that.” He said pulling away from you.

“But I want to Four.” You pouted. “You pleasured me, now I want to pleasure you.”

“Are you sure?” Four asked looking down at you.

“Yes I’m sure.”

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Lauren Cohan + Y/N

(This was submitted to sexayladiessexualfrustrations!)

Pairing: Lauren Cohan + Y/N

Rated: R

Summary: Y/N is waiting for her girlfriend, Lauren, in her trailer. She is quite bored while waiting, so she decides to have some fun with herself, but Lauren comes back from shooting a scene for The Walking Dead, and things get sexy in the trailer.

Notes: Uhm, I love TWD and Lauren is awesome. And plus I saw the request on a lesbian smut blog and I had to write it.

Y/N’s POV.

My girlfriend, Lauren, was on set shooting another scene for the famous show The Walking Dead. The show was absolutely fantastic, and I couldn’t be happier that my girlfriend was a character. She was due to be done shooting in about ten minutes, but I was really bored all by myself. I didn’t like watching Lauren shoot scenes because I didn’t want it to spoil it for me. So, on the days I came to set with her, I would stay in her trailer until she was done for the day. I laid on the small couch in Lauren’s trailer, being bored as usual when I waited for her. I smirked to myself because today, I brought some fun things with me to cure my boredom.

I reached down to the floor, grabbing my purse and opening it. I pulled out my vibrator and pushed my purse away from the couch, already sliding down my shorts and panties. I turned on the vibrator while slowly rubbing on my clit. Lauren had to be a tease and get my all horny this morning before we left our apartment, so this was much needed right now. After rubbing my clit a few more seconds, I set the vibrator onto it, letting it do all the work. I let out a soft moan and closed my eyes. The vibration felt so good.

“Mmm.” I hummed to myself as I tried to lift my shirt and push aside my bra. “Fuck.” I moaned.

A minute later I heard the door open, but I didn’t bother to sit up.

“Hey, babe, I–” Lauren paused once she saw me. “Well, fuck.” She bit down on her lip, walking over to me. “Can I help or is this a one-person party?”

“Lauren, please.” I begged, moving the vibrator from my clit.

She quickly grabbed the vibrator and placed it on my clit again, making me moan her name loudly. “Please, what?” Lauren smirked, putting more pressure on my clit with vibrator.

“Please, fuck me!” I whined, bucking my hips to cause more friction with the vibrator.

She held my hips down, smirking heavily while leaning down to run her tongue along the skin on my stomach. “Let make take care of you, babe. Just lay back…” She smirked, her lips travelling further down my torso. “And relax.”

I didn’t argue, but rested back on my elbows and watched as she removed the vibrator from my clit and placed it beside her on the couch, replacing it with her mouth. Her tongue circled slowly around my clit, the feeling causing me to moan louder than intended.

“Feel good, baby?” Lauren whispered, blowing hot air on my clit, her lips teasing around my entrance.

“Yes– shit!” I yelled, gripping her hair tightly. “Fuck me, please. Fuck me hard. Fuck me any way you’d like. Just stop teasing me.”

She obliged, pushing two fingers in my pussy. “You like that?” She smirked, not giving me any time to adjust before she started to pump them in and out of me.

I moaned again, her lips wrapping around my clit as she sucked harshly. “Fuck. Faster.”

She smirked softly against my pussy, her tongue exploring all of my wet folds, spreading my juices everywhere. My core throbbed as I came close to my orgasm, my moans becoming more frequent.

“Shit, baby. Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna come hard for me like the slut you are?” Lauren encouraged. “You just couldn’t wait for me to get back, huh, slut? You had to fuck yourself with a vibrator.” She hissed against my skin before flicking her tongue quickly against my clit.

I moaned. “I’m such a slut for you, baby.” I groaned softly, feeling how close I as to my climax.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” Lauren asked once again, smirking up at me as she added a third finger, curving them upwards to hit my g-spot every time she would thrust her fingers into me.

“I’m gonna cu-” Before I could finish my sentence, I came hard, moaning her name and a full sentence of profanities along with it. Her tongue aided in riding out my orgasm, soft moans falling from my mouth as she teasingly cleaned me up.

“Mmm, baby, you taste so good.” Lauren smirked one last times, licking up the last of my cum before kissing up my body. “What do you say we get home and have round two?” She grinned, pressing her lips to mine gently.

A Christmas Miracle part four

Enjoying your presents with Negan

Negan x wife Number 6 (reader Y/N)

2200 words

Warnings- Negan smutty goodness, NSFW, smutty aesthetic, language

Catch up with A Christmas Miracle part three

Not super happy with this. There will be more, this is far from finished

Definitely not tv or comic Negan canon.

Tagging some loves

@mypapawinchester @kijilinn @mamapeterson @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @negandarylsatisfaction @rapsity @strangersangel9 @wickednerdery @ladylorelitany @angelak72081 @scarygoodfanfics @superpinkkcat @gageef @ericas-negan77 @miss-nori85 @ali-pennell @smuttwd @purplejellybean @concertxjunkie @magical-spit

PLEASE, if I forgot to tag you, let me know! Want on or off the taglist? Let me know!

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you do one where Spencer comes home the reader feels insecure because she think that he deserves better so tell her that he love her and how she has changed him and his life and when she starts crying and says that she doesn't believe him he kisses her on her lips and down the neck as they slowly undress each other standing and then backing to the bedroom where they have soft sex as he tells her everything he loves about her as he does faster and faster until they come? Please

Yes, I most certainly can!  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!


Sitting on the edge of the couch, staring off at the wall, you hear Spencer’s voice bring you back to reality.

“Y/N?  Y/N, are you okay?”

Feeling a light pressure on your shoulder, you snap around, your eyes red and your cheeks stained as a look of concern overtakes Spencer’s face as he brings his thumbs up to wipe away your tears.

“What’s happened, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Why are you with me?” you say meekly, casting your gaze down at your hands.

“What?” he asks, furrowing his brow as he takes his hand off of your shoulder.

“What could I possibly give you to make you stay with me?” you ask, slowly lifting your sad eyes to his.

Feeling fresh tears tickle the back of your eyes, you draw a ragged breath as Spencer’s face searches yours.

The silence was deafening.

“I-it’s alright,” you stammer, getting up from the couch.  “I think we took this too fast.  I can pack up my stuff and still get my lease back on the apartment.  The manager said if I changed my mind within 30 days she would be willing to let memove back in.  I-it’s, um…”

Quickly shuffling in to the room, you throw open the closet and dig around for your suitcase, feeling a pair of strong hands wrap around your waist, picking you up and carrying you to the bed.

“Y/N, stop.”

Feeling the tears come in sobs, your chest heaves unevenly as you try to choke back the sound…the awful, pathetic, weak sound of you no longer being able to contain your insecurities and emotions around this beautiful, strong, tall man.

And all at once, you are careening back into the bed, Spencer’s lips pressed against your as his hands paw at your torso, his tears dripping off of his cheeks and on to yours, running down your neck and tickling your collarbone.

“You are intelligent,” he murmurs, kissing the tear trail down your neck as your chest continues to heave, trying to settle your breaths as you feel your sobs dissipating.

“You are kind,” he whispers, kissing your cleavage as his fingertips trail down to the hem of your shirt, slowly inching it up and over your head as he uses his left hand to support your head as you lift it up.

“You are strong,” he mumbles, slowly popping out your breasts as he takes a nipple in to his mouth, his tongue slowly lapping at one as his fingers roll the other one around, your darkened nubs standing at attention as your back begins to arch.

Kissing down your stomach, he reaches your belt line, slowly undoing the button on your jeans as he playfully bites down into the little bit of fat that you hold on your love handles.

“I love the way I can grab you,” he growls, kneading his hands into your thighs after freeing your legs, his tongue running up one and down the other as your slit begins to fill with it’s creamy treat.

Feeling your breath hitch, Spencer chuckles as he pulls your underwear off, his breath hot on your lower lips as he eyes you with a devilish stare.

“I love your sounds,” he groans, dipping his tongue in as he watches your stomach jump.

Your breath coming in short spurts as your chest reddens with desire, Spencer dips his head down and slowly works his way in, your legs slung over his shoulders as he pulls you close, his tongue licking up and down, side to side, as he burrows deeper in to you, finding your throbbing nub and pressing his tongue down on to it.

“Ooooooh, goooooood…” you moan.

“I really love your sounds,” he reiterates, vibrating your center as your legs begin to clench around his head, your hands gripping at the sheets as your back arches and you call out, “Oh…Spencer!  Oh, god…yes…”

Digging his fingers in to you as you ride out the last of your orgasm, he sucks your nub in, giving it one last good lick as your body jumps before lifting himself up and crawling back up you, his pants off surprisingly to reveal his throbbing erection.

Bending down to kiss you, tasting yourself on him, he smiles as he whispers onto your lips, “I love the way you taste.”

Smiling as he grabs his length, he lines himself up to your entrance, pushing in slowly as a groan emanates from his lips as his eye lids flutter with electricity.

Slowly thrusting in and out, his body taught and his arms strong as he watches your fact start to glisten with sweat, he bends down and kisses your forehead, his hips rolling and ebbing as you bring your legs up and wrap them around his waist.

“I love the way your body fits perfectly to mine,” he pants, his breaths becoming shallow as he slowly picks up his pace, your hands flying to his back as you press your fingertips into his muscles, feeling them contract and relax as his body builds the tension inside.

“Oh, Spen-suh….oooooooh,” you shudder, your body starting to shake as it begins to build a symphony of pleasure once again.

“Oh, jesus, Y/N,” Spencer moans, dipping his head into the crook of your neck as he playfully lays his teeth into your shoulder.

Thrusting faster and faster, soon hearing the headboard knock up against the wall, Spencer starts to breathe hard as he begins talking again.

“I love the way you sleep,” he breathes as his arms begin to shake.

“I love the way you walk,” he groans as his breathing becomes harder, your back arching in pleasure as the electricity inside ricochets through every joint…every limb on your body.

“Oh, yes!” you call out, your eyes rolling in to the back of your head as your walls begin to pulsate around his length.

“I love the way you shake,” he says, a playfully evil grin crossing his face as your body builds and builds, releasing in a wave of passion as you call out his name, your back arching so high that your sensitive, naked breasts brush against his chest, your legs growing taut as your walls start to milk his dick.

“Oh, Y/N…oh…fuck!” Spencer exclaims, spilling in to you as your body drops back down to the bed, beads of sweat running down your neck and spilling on to the pillow.

Collapsing on to you, his chest heaving and his breathing loud, you wrap your arms around him, holding him close, as he raises his lips to your ear and whispers one last time:

“I love the way you love me…and that is why I love you.”

Teacher named Daddy - Jimin - Pt 3-

Part 3 of “Teacher Named Daddy” for (@xxsaskia1xx)

It was graduation day, you had finally got through your school life successfully dating Mr. Park Jimin without anyone knowing. Sure it was a struggle, you had to run and hide every once in a while, you had to miss out on the ‘bragging about boyfriends with the gals’ situation and you had to do everything in your power to stop your parents seeing Jimin at parents evenings but all of that was totally worth it, and now you where excited to start your new life with your boyfriend, after this last day of being your teacher. You gathered in your classroom, sitting in your assigned seats for the last day, not doing any work but simply listening to Jimin’s voice as he said “Okay guys, I just wanted to say a massive thank you for being a great class, I wish you well in the future. I hope you set out and accomplish everything you want to and enjoy adulthood.” He said as he clicked and twisted a pen in his hands, he knew that he could tease you like this, allowing you to watch what his talented fingers where capable of, he looked round at you smirking slightly so that only you could see it. Your eyes widened as your legs squeezed closed, your palms becoming sweaty as you where completely focused on him and only him. “Since it’s your last day, i’ll allow you guys to talk amongst yourselves, whilst I come round to say my goodbyes” He said smiling round to everyone before turning to his computer and filling in the register. You made small talk with the other girls in the class, most of them just talking about how they’d miss Mr.Park’s amazing looks, you simply nodded along with them, you couldn’t feel the same way, not when you had a two week holiday to Jeju island booked for the next day, with him. You had been doodling in your notebook, paying no attention to your surroundings, until you heard a deep voice “What are you guys up to?” talking to you and the two girls sitting next to you. You jumped at the voice, as you where awoke from your day dream. “Doodling, Sir” you said cute and politely, knowing how much your little school girl act turns him on, he took a deep breath in, swallowing hard as he leaned over your desk slightly, “And what are you doodling Saskia?” he asked, picking up your notebook to reveal a picture of him, sitting on a his desk his tie loosened and hair messy. He looked down at you and smirked. He took a pen to your page, scribbling something down before handing it do you and walking past to talk to the two girls, you where talking to earlier. You looked at the page he just handed to you. “Your drawing of Daddy is so pretty! You’ll get your reward tonight Baby” your face went as red as the hair on Jimins head as you quickly flipped the page. After a long, blush filled 50 minutes your first and last period of your school life had came to an end as you rushed to the locker room, putting your graduation cloak on, making your way to the assembly hall, many teachers, students, parents and friends stood in the hall as you each got your certificates and had officially graduated from your school of six years. The ceremony was emotional and dragged on for just a little too long but never the less you enjoyed it, you had seen your parents while Jimin waited outside to talk to other parents, you had worked well in hiding his profession for almost year or more now so one last day wasn’t going to be very difficult. It was late after the ceremony and from what you could tell you and Jimin where the only ones other than the cleaners that where still in the school. You walked together round to his class room, when you entered he locked the door before backing you up against the oak desk and laying you down. “It’s about time I thanked you for your little drawing today, but If I remember correctly…you caused Daddy to have a little accident, so for that well…My baby has to be punished” he said, whispering into your ear. Your breathing hitched slightly as he kissed you, slowly sliding his tongue along the bottom of your lip, biting slightly, causing you to whimper, opening your mouth allowing him entrance, he didn’t take the entrance and instead moved on to your neck, sucking small purple patterns down to the collar of your shirt. He slowly slid your tie off, giving you a small peck on your lips before undoing the first button of your shirt, taking the piece of now revealed skin into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it to create a deep shaded pattern all the way down to your breasts. From there he was quick to undo and remove your shirt, leaving you in your white lace bra. He unclipped your bra, kissing your breasts, and biting your nipple slightly causing you to yelp out in both pain and pleasure. “Thats right baby, nice and vocal” He said continuing to kiss and nip your left breast while palming the other. He moved further down licking and kissing lines down your stomach until reaching the hem of your skirt. Before he touched you he unbuckled his belt, pushing you up to the top of the desk, “arms up” he said, using his thick leather belt to tie your hands around the desk leg. “I want my princess to feel everything.” He said as your world became black, Jimin wrapping his tie tighty over your eyes. You could sense him, and everything he was doing. He rose your hips, sliding your skirt and panties down your legs, leaving your thigh high socks, for the ‘little girl’ image in his head. He took your legs, spreading them wide so he could see your glistening heat. “Already so wet for me baby” He said, you could see the smirk on his face, even if you could really see him. Without warning his lips began to attack your thighs, sucking harshly on the tender skin reaching close to your women hood. You groaned in frustration at the fact he was touching you everywhere excluding where you needed him most. “Daddy….Stop teasing” You whined. “Patience babygirl” he spoke, loosing all contact of him before screaming out as he plunged two fingers into your soaking core. “Ah Daddy!!” You screamed as he began curling his fingers into your sweet spot, You attempted to raise your hips, meeting his fingers with his thrusts but his free hand took to your hip bone, holding you still as he added number three and began to finger fuck you, his hand gliding in and out of your soft walls. As your body shook beneath his touch, He quickened his pace, before pinching and rubbing harsh circles into your clit, it wasn’t long before your first release, cummimg all over his fingers and and mildly down your thigh. He took his fingers, soaked in your juices and sucked your taste off of them. “My baby tastes so good” he said licking the last drops from his fingers, you couldn’t see what was happening but because your sense of hearing was heightened you could hear him, sucking on his fingers. “Daddy’s hungry for more” He said, you felt him grip your thighs, the fluffiness of his hair tickling your torso as you felt his flat tongue delve into your folds, you could feel his tongue, like sand paper up your sensitive walls the feeling of his tongue inside you was pleasurable but the feeling of him sucking and biting on your clit was even better, he devoured your pussy as if it was his last meal and he never failed to clean the plate, washing it away with a second overpowering orgasm, he cleaned around your folds but left the inside of your heat soaking. You heard a zip going down, followed by a few slaps of skin, It was Jimin pumping his shaft, getting ready to slide into you. Within 3 pumps of his hand he was ready, he slid you down the desk by your hips and spread your legs to maximum capacity as he ran the tip over your 2nd set of lips. “Uhh.. Daddy please, I need you” You whimpered and moaned. “As you wish, Princess” He said as he slid his hard dick into your soaked folds, he stopped giving you time to adjust to his length. “Okay Daddy, you can move” You said, wrapping your legs around his torso. You wished nothing more than to be able to watch him fuck you senseless but you knew you had plenty of time to do that when you where in Jeju. You could feel him almost struggle to move as to how tight you where but his slick hip movements made it slightly easier for him to move. “Faster Daddy, faster” You screamed, coming close to your third orgasm, you could feel his thrusts becoming sloppy, realising he was ready. He sped up his pace, taking his thumb once more to your clit and rubbing hard circles, this was all you needed to send you over the edge, cumming onto his thick shaft as he released his warm seed into you. He pulled out, reaching over to his desk to get some tissues. Cleaning you up, before untying you. “I love you so much Saskia” he said kissing your head. “I love you too, Mr. Park” You said snuggling into his chest. Only moments before the door unlocked. “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!” The voice screamed, shit! you both thought, it was non other than the head teacher.

anonymous asked:

Companions reacting to ice cream

Preston: He likes a good rocky road or caramel.

Piper: She has the biggest sweet tooth! All ice cream is good ice cream!

Hancock: He enjoys it well enough, but he also enjoys throwing in in Danse’s face more.

Nick: He can’t really eat it, and he’s kind of jealous of the rest who can. “Rub it in my face will ya?”

Deacon: Is lactose intolerant. He’s enjoy a good Sherbet tho.

Maccready: He eats so much he gets a brain freeze.

Curie: Vanilla with sprinkles and chocolate syrup if she can!

Danse: Just plain vanilla or chocolate is good for him. He saves every last lick because he knows how rare it is.

Cait: As long as it’s not too sweet, she likes it.

X6: He actually develops quite the taste for it. I bet the institute would be able to make some more.

Strong: Also gets a brain freeze, him and Maccready are seen on the floor moaning about their heads.

Codsworth: He serves it. He wonders if there a mod for him that can make more ice cream for the rest to enjoy.

Dogmeat: Keep it away and don’t look away from your ice cream because he will eat it!