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YOI Future!Verse ABO AU, Visual Headcanon Web Charts #01

So I always wanted to make one of these. Turns out my headcanons for the most part are WAY too wordy for these things and uh, they’re a bit of a mess >.>;; BUT I hope nonetheless that they’re somewhat fun to read even if barely legible, it was fun to make ^ ^;

1. Super basic relationship chart of the core members of the lovely poly family in this AU.

2. “Adults Think,” the color of each adult indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.

3. “Kids Think,” the color of each OC kid indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.

There’s obviously a lot more to it than what could be crammed in the lil text boxes, but a gist and pretty much the first things that immediately popped into my mind regarding their interactions. 2 and 3 also mostly show their thoughts while the kids are younger, which will change a bit as they grow up, to be covered in a future post.

*Recommended you right click view image to see full size bc the text is tiny oops

Because the text is so illegible, text only versions of charts 2 and 3 beneath cut, all elaborated quite a bit because I’m so rambly oops:

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IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s Yuuri-centric polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri’s married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and they have OC kids.

BASICS of this AU

INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

OTHER POSTS (comics + illustrations) in the Future!Verse ABO section of my YOI Masterpost.

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Tony creates the most beautiful flowers. It takes a lot of work, a lot of effort. He crafts each one with love and care. He readies the trees to bloom and pollinate, to wake up from their long slumber. He’s proud when his plants withstand Natasha’s steady heat and glaring rays, her thunderstorms and torrential downpours.

He sees to the newest generations of animals and insects as well. Some don’t make it to adulthood but he tries very hard anyway. His favorites are the squirrels and the bees. He’s proud of his creations, and they go on to live their best lives.

Steve hates that he has to kill all of them. But it is his duty—the earth cannot sustain endless life, endless birth. The flowers wither and the trees droop to sleep. The bees go into hibernation, or they die in his first cold snap. The squirrels hurry to ready themselves for winter. Some don’t—don’t make it. But it is his duty. So he carries on, until Bucky comes to blanket the land with snow.

Bucky listens to Steve lament about this for centuries, about how he hates to ruin Tony’s hard work, hates to kill the things he puts so much love and affection into. He listens, stoic, because he understands—he lingers just enough to watch Tony begin to create his spring every year, begin to create life.

And then one year Tony catches him lingering, and he comes to him, eyes wide and bright, earthy brown like the soil his flowers and trees spring from, and he whispers, “Does Steve like my gifts?”

And Bucky—blinks, unable to come up with an answer.

Tony doesn’t wait for one, pressing on, “It took me a long time to figure out flowers that can withstand Natasha’s summer. I hope he likes them. And the squirrels! They’re very industrious. I thought he’d like them because he also works very hard. I know—the bees were a mistake, they can’t handle the cold very well, but—but they’re cute, and they pollinate my flowers. I hope he doesn’t mind the bees.”

Bucky manages to flee without causing Tony too much stress, and when he meets Steve at the tail end of his autumn, he says, “Tony says they’re gifts.”

“Gifts?” Steve repeats dumbly.

“He made them for you. The flowers, and the squirrels, and the bees. He made them for you, Steve.” And Steve lingers as Bucky blankets the land with snow, struck dumb, because how—how did he not know that they were gifts?

“Tony,” Bucky says, lingering at the beginning of Tony’s spring. “He told me to tell you he loves them.” Tony beams at him. “He wants you to linger with Natasha. He can’t—leave a gift for you, but maybe you’ll see him make it.”

Tony lingers even though Natasha complains, so he makes lilies for her still waters, her oases from the heat. She complains less. He fights the pull to go to sleep. It doesn’t work, and he falls into slumber on the longest day of summer.

Natasha laments that she did not concede to let Steve have an early autumn. “Next year,” she promises, which is all the apology Steve gets, but he understands.

“He’s not angry,” Bucky tells Tony when he finds him fretting and trying to make extra life. “He’s only sorry he missed you. He’s had more time to practice. You’ll like his gift.”

Tony lingers as long as he can, eyelids drooping, but this time at least Natasha helps him stay awake with cooler days and a honeysuckle breeze. She pinches him when he starts to doze, lets him powernap but ultimately wakes him up again.

It’s from one of these naps that he wakes up to a field of fire, of reds and oranges and yellows and pinks. He gapes, because he didn’t—he didn’t make these flowers. They’re lovely. They’re beautiful. He looks up as Steve approaches, choked up.

“I had to thank you for your gifts somehow,” Steve whispers, presses a kiss to Tony’s forehead. “Thank you, Tony.”

“Steve,” Tony says, throat blocked with tears.

“Go to sleep, darling,” Steve soothes, and lays Tony down on the bed of chrysanthemums, and presses kisses to his drooping eyelids and his cheeks and finally on his lips. “Goodnight, my sweet.”

“Steve,” Tony mumbles against his lips, and then sighs, and it tastes like honey and lavender.

“Tony,” Steve whispers back against his lips.

When Tony wakes up at the beginning of spring, his lips still taste like cinnamon and pine.

A commission requested by @alexwspark, for @ajwolf84‘s ABO fic The Unusual Truth : a really fiuffy - and hot - ABO genre fic with very unique world-building. (In this universe, people’s Alpha and Omega sides are latent entities within that person. It’s a really different ABO AU, definitely worth a read :)) I drew Yuuri with his Alpha, which looks like a black wolf to him.


Here’s an excerpt from the fic (chapter 4), where Yuuri is having a conversation with his Alpha:


Yuuri smiled and stretched his body along his bed, the blanket’s scent brushing against his mind like a gentle hand. He was torn between wanting to move and prepare for his rut or stay wrapped in this scent forever. His Alpha sat in the corner of his mind, quiet and patient as always, his large black body relaxed, tail idly sliding back and forth.

Why do you look like a wolf to me?

One of the hot topics of conversation among his classmates was the form of their Alphas and omegas. Most of the omegas described things that were beautiful or cute, like cats, angels or geishas; whereas Alphas were usually fierce and scary like a tiger, a dragon or a yokai. One Alpha he knew even said his was a samurai, while his Alpha skater friend, Killian, said his was a bear.

Yuuri’s was a huge, black wolf, big enough to ride on. Despite his size, his face was kind and soft, much like his personality, which was always patient and understanding.

‘We aren’t born with a form, we chose it around the time we are 6. Most Alpha choose a strong image, how they want to appear to the world.

‘But even back then I could feel your nervousness and fear. I wanted to be comfortable and familiar for you. I thought of being a dog, but I couldn’t bring myself to be too cute.’ He paused, smiling with a wink. ‘It took me a long time to decide, but then you watched that cartoon with the big wolves.’

Princess Mononoke.

‘Yes, that one. I thought the wolves looked a lot like dogs, but stronger. I also liked how big they were.’

How come?

‘Because then when you were upset you could climb on me and we could run away together.’

Yuuri sat in silence, not sure what to say. His Alpha was averting his eyes, looking a little embarrassed by the admission.

You’ve always looked out for me, haven’t you?

‘I’ve tried.’

I appreciate it.

Affaires Douées (M)

word count: 7.4k

genre: smut; CEO!minhyuk

pairing: reader/minhyuk

summary: you’re fashion CEO lee minhyuk’s personal assistant, and in deep denial about your well-reasoned attraction to said man. when he reveals he’s had issues taking care of himself, paired with you seeing him lose his temper in front of everyone, it leads you two to take your business relationship to a more personal level.

a/n: this was inspired by this lovely video which had a yelling minhyuk that had me hot and bothered within seconds. please, suffer with me.

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The Interview pt. 2

Pairings: Joe x Reader
Words: 1,812
Summary: Joe finally realizes he can’t hide his feelings anymore and decides to tell you.
Part: 2/5
Warnings: Light swearing
A/N: It’s what you’ve all been waiting for, part 2! I hope you guys enjoy it. This one is a little rushed because I just needed to get it rolling so I’m really sorry if it sucks. Tags will be at the bottom, thank you everyone for your amazing support and feedback on the first part! Feel free to continue to let me know what you think :)

Part 1  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5


Strangers crowd all around us in the bustling airport, they cheer and reach for our hands as we enter the building. I wave towards the paparazzi as cameras flash blinding lights in our faces. Y/N greets our fans giving them warm hugs and autographs whenever they ask, she snaps a few photos with them before they exchange goodbyes and she makes it back to me. “Do you ever get used to that?” She smiles and lets out a long breath, “They’re so supportive, I love each and every one of them. That gave me such a rush!” She watches as some girls look through the pictures they took with her. I couldn’t help but smile at her warming words, “What?” She nudges me with her shoulder playfully as we continue through the airport.

We come to a slow stop when we arrive at her gate. Neither one of us could find the words to say, instead, we stand in silence, refusing to look at one another. “Three months is a long time without seeing my best friend,” She mumbles, still looking straight ahead of her, “I don’t know how I’ll manage without you.” Her hand grips around her suitcase handle tighter as she speaks.

“I’ll call and text you every day, okay? It’ll be like I’m right there with you.” I try to find comforting words despite I felt the same way, if not worse.

“You and I both know that’s not the same thing.” She sighs before slowly turning to face me. “Call me as soon as you land, I’ll stop being sappy,” She plasters a grin onto her features, a smile that could’ve fooled anyone; but not me. “I’ll miss you,” Her arms wrap around my neck, I pull her body close to me as we embrace each other for several moments.

The dreaded moment arrives as she pulls away and walks towards her gate. She clutches her boarding pass tightly after the lady scans the thin piece of paper. Y/N waves one final time before she disappears through the long tunnel towards her plane. I stand for minutes after I watched her walk away, I couldn’t find the desire or the strength to move, I felt the sudden urge to chase after her, to scream her name, to refuse to leave her side. But my feet stay planted on the carpeted floor and for the first time in months I feel utterly alone.

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On his last day, Shouyou made the best kind of mistake.

He’d joined Kageyama on the exercise field regularly. So far this had mostly consisted of more races, a few tosses of the spear-like javelin, and one ill-advised wrestling match that hadn’t been very strenuous, as far as wrestling went, but had still ended with Shouyou panting and red in the face, pinned to the ground under Kageyama within moments. It was not a bad place to end up, but it was still dangerous for Shouyou’s resolve, and he hadn’t asked to try again.

His attempts to persuade Kageyama into showing him how to throw a discus were a different matter.

Shouyou had been fascinated by the sport, unable to stop thinking about it in the days since he’d first seen Kageyama’s perfect form as he moved through the motions. But six days was hardly enough time to grasp the basics, let alone become competent. This made Shouyou very impatient.

“Not that one,” Kageyama said, the instant Shouyou went to grab a full weight discus, instead of one of the lighter practice versions he’d been using up until that day.

“It’ll be fine,” Shouyou said. He lifted the disk and puffed out his cheeks, adjusting his stance at the surprising heaviness.  

“Oy.” Kageyama squinted at him. “Do you remember when we first raced, and I told you to take off your shoes or you might fall, and you said—”

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Can I get some post orgasm stories for any and or all rfa members please? Thanks! (Jumin most specifically if possible)

a/n this was so cute to write! thank u sm for requesting, i hope this is what you were looking for,,!

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jumin-

♀ more often than not, jumin had his forehead pressed to yours just as he came, and his mouth parted just slightly – enough for you to lean over and get one last kiss before he lay on the mattress beside you.

♀ his eyes were caring and soft, and he pulled you against his chest and pushed your hair out of your face.

♀ pulling you in, he pressed his lips to yours once more, and kissed you long enough for you to forget the time.

♀ his body was flushed and warm, and he didn’t mind if you ran your fingertips over his spine and his chest – later, he did the same to you.

♀ he let you rest your chin and arms on his front while he lay on his back, and spoke to you in a voice that was too loving to be known to anyone else.

♀ the blanket drooped across your lower back, which he took to his advantage and ran his hand up the length of your spine.

♀ you stared at the man in front of you. his hair fell dark over his forehead and his lips were blushed red. his gaze never left yours, and his lashes casted a shadow on the tops of his cheeks. you watched his adam’s apple move as he swallowed in the middle of a sentence, and carefully leaned across him to peck the soft skin on his neck.

♀ “would you like me to do anything?” he asked gently, and you shook your head. “we could go and have some food, if you’d like. you must be hungry after… everything…”

♀ and of course, jumin han never blushes, but instead wore a knowing smile. you, however, were different, and hid your face in the pillow in embarrassment. jumin chuckled, and stroked your hair.

♀ “you’re so beautiful, mc…” he said softly. “let me see you.”

♀ you looked up, and were met with his face close to yours. he kissed you, and you reached over to switch off the light.

♀ you fell asleep between the bed sheets and jumin, and a heart full of love.


yoosung-

♆ blushy boy

♆ he was also very whiny during sex, that night, despite being on top of you. he just… he needed you so bad. he couldn’t help himself.

♆ his breath hitched just before he came, and he moaned into your neck, clutching you to his body and panting, his breaths stirring your hair.

♆ when he lay down beside you, he chanced a look at you, and the heat rushed up to his cheeks almost immediately. your eyes were still closed, and you were still trying your best to regulate your breathing. god… did he… do that?

♆ your gaze finally met his, and he thought he could’ve died at how fast his heart was beating. you were so beautiful. the moonlight slanted across your face and your body shadowed perfectly. he wanted to touch you all over again, and he was so tempted to, but he knew you had to rest. he wasn’t that greedy.

♆ rolling over onto your side, you shifted closer to him, sliding your leg between his and feathering his hair between your fingers. his lip rested between his teeth as he hugged you, and you set your chin on his shoulder, and you listened to each other breathe for a little while.

♆ “you’re so soft,” he murmured thoughtfully, kissing the side of your neck. “i wish i could hold you like this all the time. you’re so cute.”

♆ how could something as simple as that make you so shy? you smiled, and pressed your forehead against his shoulder.

♆ “you’re making me blush, yoosung.”

♆ “have you taken a look at me?”

♆ you both laughed gently, and he pulled away, tugging you so your head rested on his heartbeat.

♆ “you look so tired, maybe you should sleep,” he countered, and you nodded.

♆ you heard his breaths lull before yours, and you fell asleep not that long after.


jaehee-

♄ she gave you the sleepiest smile and rested her head on the pillow beside you.

♄ you pushed her fringe from her forehead and kissed her hairline, trailing a few more down to the bridge of her nose. she laughed softly, and rolled over, letting you hug her from behind.

♄ when you hid your face in the back of her neck, you could still smell the perfume she wore this morning lingering on her skin. without thinking twice, you ran your hand through the back of her short hair, and kissed the bone at the start of her spine. she shivered.

♄ “mc, that tickles,” she said, but there wasn’t any indignation in her tone.

♄ “does it?” you asked, and pecked her from there to her shoulder. she shivered again, and turned around, cupping your face and pulling it close to hers.

♄ “bad girl,” she tutted.

♄ “come on, jaehee, you’re not kinky enough to say that.”

♄ she laughed gently, and hugged you to her chest. “you’re right.”

♄ subconsciously, you reached up and played with the ends of her hair again. jaehee noticed, and did the same to yours.

♄ “i kind of want to grow my hair out,” she said into your ear. “what do you think?”

♄ “i think it’d suit you,” you said into her chest, before pulling away to look at her.

♄ “what’s wrong?” she asked you after a while, cocking an eyebrow.

♄ “i’m trying to imagine you with long hair.”

♄ “do i look pretty?”

♄ leaning over, you caught her mouth in a soft kiss. “i don’t need to imagine long hair on you to think you’re pretty.”


saeyoung-

☿ he released the headboard from his grip and stared down at you, catching your expression just as you hit your high. you were beautiful

☿ he didn’t stop looking at you until you met his gaze, and when you did, he lifted your chin up, and kissed you. he kissed you long and hard, and he kissed you with all the passion that he had while he felt every inch of you, and you kissed back.

☿ he sat up, and reached under the pillow for his glasses. you took the chance to watch him as he moved around. how the muscles in his back contracted as he shifted, how the sweat gleamed off his chest. shyly, you hid your face into the duvet, and whined for him to come back to bed while he pulled on his tank top.

☿ “no,” he said, and took your hand. “come with me. i want to show you something”

☿ “mm, saeyoung…” you rolled over onto your back, and slid the quilt down just a little, enough to expose your breasts to him. he rose his eyebrows, and you bit your lip. “i’m tired…”

☿ leaning over, he kissed you again. “please?”

☿ sighing, you complied, and he gave you his hoodie to zip up over your naked torso. he led you towards his garage, and you looked at him, confused. you weren’t very fond of the idea on going on a drive right then, at least with nothing but a hoodie and underwear on.

☿ saeyoung unlocked the car and let you both in, and began to drive out of the garage. he didn’t drive far, though – not at all. he remained at the front of his bunker, and reclined your seats, opening the sun roof for you both. music played gently from his stereo.

☿ when you looked up, you found yourself looking at an arrangement of stars, the night sky so beautiful, you were hardly sure if it was real. you bit your lip, and tried to count them, but forgot your number after a while. exhaling, you turned to saeyoung, and found him still staring up at the stars.

☿ “you know,” he said. “i don’t think i’ve ever been in love with anybody other than you.” he looked down at his hands, and smiled. “i’ve never had butterflies whenever someone said my name, or felt at home when someone held me. i’ve never felt wanted in my life and… and i’m so happy that now i finally do. i don’t know if what i feel is true, i don’t know if you really do want me or if you need me as much as i need you, but… i like to think you do. because i love you. and… i don’t think that’s something that could ever change.”

☿ gazing at him, you took his hand, and tugged him to incline over to your chair, and kissed him. 

☿ “i need you,” you whispered on his mouth. “i love you.”


zen-

☿ when zen came, you were absolutely sure your neighbours would’ve heard.

☿ for one, your windows were cracked ajar, letting in cool air as he rested beside you, panting, while you were in an equal state. secondly, zen’s climax was loud. he was unabashed. he believed there was nothing to hide during sex, and if he wanted to be loud, he was going to be loud.

☿ zen inhaled, and turned to look at you. his thumb pushed away the hair that fell in front of your eyes, and you looked up at him, reaching over and not even having to ask for him to kiss you. he kissed you slowly, taking his time and reassuring himself and you that you would always have all the time in the world, when you both were together.

☿ when he pulled away, his hand reached down and drew circles onto the skin of your belly. you shivered, and cradled his bicep in your palm, leaning over and kissing his arm. 

☿ “are you okay?” he clarified gently.

☿ “yes,” you said. “although, my legs don’t feel like legs anymore.”

☿ “what do they feel like?”

☿ “jelly?”

☿ his hand froze on your stomach. “i… didn’t hurt you, did i?”

☿ “no!” you looked at him, and your next sentence was covered with a flushed face. “it’s just… y-you made me cum harder than i usually d-do…”

☿ he broke out into a grin. “are you weak for me?”

“never.”

☿  “does your love for me make you weak?”

☿ “i’m not weak.” you shook your head, but you couldn’t help but smile.

☿ he sighed, and lifted his arm out from under the quilt, and ran his finger from your forehead, down to your cupid’s bow, and it felt like he was trying to memorise every inch of your face.

☿ “you’re not weak,” he murmured. “i am.”

☿ “why?”

☿ “because i think i just realised how much i would give up just to see you smile.”

☿ “that’s not weak, zen.” you said, and cupped his face in your hands. “that’s love.” 

yoongi; i will still love you tomorrow

❝as long as you don’t give up on yoongi, he won’t give up on you.
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Yoongi finds himself waking up to the noises in bed than the ones outside of the apartment. The night hasn’t even had the chance to die out yet, still basking in the sky with darkness and it makes the moon glow twice as bright with the stars scattered like glitter for such a beautiful masterpiece but… Yoongi can’t appreciate that now.

He turns his head to his side, cheek pressed to the pillow as his eyes stare at the back of your head. His thoughts are formulating past the haze of coming to wake, blinking past sleepiness and pushing down his needs of catching up on rest to focus on how you refuse to look at him. Remaining unmoving and with staggered breathing, Yoongi uses his voice and calls out for you. It sounds weird, almost foreign because he would’ve never expected to speak at this hour but with the blaring numbers of 3:21 blinking by the side, it’s a reminder he’s awake and yes, his mouth works.

Your name is being dissolved into the air and rattling gently against your eardrums. From one call after another, growing louder in desperation and falling pin drop quiet in the next, it makes your body flinch when cold fingertips slide underneath your nightshirt and over your hipbones. 

“I know you’re awake,”

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The Queen

Wow! I’m super shocked at how much momentum this fanfic that I had totally forgotten has caught! Sorry this took so long, but here’s chapter five!

WC: 1986

Warnings: smut, liquor, lowkey violence, swearing

Chapter one! Chapter two! Chapter three! Chapter four!

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A loud knock on your door woke you up that next morning. You moaned quietly and began to sit up as the door opened and Amber stood in the doorway. She stood frozen as she looked at you, totally naked, and Negan, who was just waking up beside you. As you ran your fingers through your hair, she watched your hand, no doubt noticing the ring that rested a tad too big on your finger.

“I-I was just,” Amber started.

“Oh sweet fucking Jesus Christ is that Amber?” Negan groaned as he sat up, rubbing his eyes and nodding, “Of fucking course. Hey, Amber, grab me a drink of whatever is open downstairs in my cabinet, no ice.”

“Actually, I,” Amber tried again.

“Amber, it’s too god damn early for you to annoy me this much,” he continued, he then wrapped his arm around you and pulled you back down into bed with him.

“The wives want to meet y/n,” she stated, “Officially. We feel its best th-”

SMASH she was cut off by Negan hurling a glass from the night before at the wall. He sat up and walked over to her until he was towering over her. She maintained a straight stare, her eyes locked into yours.

“Now I know,” Negan’s breath was shaking, clearly not a morning person, “I promised all of you that no harm would come and all that fucking bullshit. But if you don’t stop with this fucking straight up god damn defiance, Amber, I swear to fucking y/n, it won’t be me, but whoever it is will be sent straight to you with a fucking card with love from Negan. You fucking get that? Get the fuck back in line. Go get us a fucking drink. And fuck off.”

“This is what’s coming,” Amber warned you as she turned to walk away. Negan grabbed her arm and ripped her back with such force that she hit the ground of your room. You bounced out of bed and began to walk towards her.

“What the fuck was that?!” Negan was suddenly calm, and even let out a chuckle.

“Stop,” you placed a hand on his shoulder, you felt his tension lift as he looked up at you, “Come back to bed. Take this out on me, instead.”

He stood and growled lowly, turning and walking towards the bed. You helped Amber up and she glared hard at you. She turned and walked away, slamming the door behind her. You skipped towards the bed and jumped onto Negan. His hands gripped at your hips so hard for a moment that you let out a low yelp. He smiled as he then kicked all of the blankets off of the bed and ran his hands up your body.

You reached down for his massive length, and began to stroke it slowly. His head slowly fell back as you circled your thumb around the head of his cock. You began to work your way down his body until you could take his cock into your mouth. The moment it hit your lips you could taste the salty precum, you ran your tongue around the head as he groaned.

“Enough teasing, sugar, I need it now,” he commanded.

“I wanna be the boss,” you whined.

“Remember what daddy said about talking back,” he warned.

“I thought you liked a bad girl,” you giggled, then suddenly taking his entire length down your throat. He gasped and punched the bed.

His fingers were then tangled in your bed head as he thrust mercilessly. His groans and growls were loud as he cursed out in pleasure. You used one hand to massage his balls as the other dug your nails into his side.

He released your hair and you eagerly crawled up his body and began to slide the head of his cock into your soaked womanhood.

“Woah, woah, woah sugar,” he groaned as he continued to pull you up his body, “It won’t feel good for daddy until I know it’s good for you. I want my queen to have a seat on her throne.”

You giggled before gasping quickly. With little warning his tongue plunged into your drenched pussy, quickly retreating to circle your clit slowly. You let out a cry.

“Fuck,” you quietly mumbled, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck.”

“Scream it, baby,” Negan commanded as his pace quickened, “Make the fucking windows shake.”

As soon as he resumed he hit the spot and you cried out loudly, “FUCK, daddy you’re gonna m-make me cum!”

With one swift movement he slid your body back down and slammed his cock into your throbbing pussy. You let out another cry as he moaned loudly between tight teeth.

His strong hands were literally moving you up and down his length in a loud, wet mess. You had no control over your body as you felt the heat in your stomach move down. He leaned up and began to suck on your neck as his rhythm became increasingly sloppy.

“You w-wanna cum daddy?” you asked with shaky breath, he knew you were just as close as he was, “You wanna fill this pussy?”

He bit hard into your neck and you cried out as you came, his orgasm pumping into you as he threw himself back into the bed and arched his back. You slowly rode it out, up and down up and down, until he pulled you off of him and onto his chest. Kissing the top of your head multiple times as you drifted back asleep.

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt the mattress shift, Negan was trying to sneak away. Without turning to see him you mumbled, “If you think you can just fuck me and then peace, I promise I’ll kill you.”

You heard him give a rough, throaty laugh as he crawled behind you and wrapped his arms around you, “I wouldn’t doubt that for a fucking second. I was just going to grab us some coffee, since Amber shit the bed on the liquor.”

“Coffee?” You rolled over so you were face to face, “What if we just stayed with your earlier plan and stuck alcohol? Celebrated a little bit? Last night was quite the victory for you.”

He smiled as he sat up and put a cigarette between his lips, “A victory? Huh.”

“Well, all of your other wives are at least thirty-five,” you smiled, “Your newest addition to the collection is much younger, I’d say that’s a victory.”

“You aren’t wrong,” he chuckled, “I can’t be drinking this early, kitten, I’ve remembered I’ve got some work to do today that was put off for too damn long already. Someone has been serving as a pretty little fucking distraction for the past little while.”

“Hmph,” you rolled away and sat up, the blankets falling off of you to reveal your still bare body as you stood and walked to your window, “I want you, though,” you sighed, “All to myself.”

He chuckled, and you could hear him buckling up his jeans and then walk over to you.

“Why don’t you fucking chill and take today to plan some wedding shit?” he kissed your shoulder.

“Because we’re supposed to do that together,” you pouted, “If you think you can ease me into the harem until I’m nothing special you’ve got another thing coming. I’m with you today.”

Frustration crossed his face, “When did I fucking say anything about you being like anyone else?”

“I can hear what you say before you say it,” you retorted, taking the cigarette from his lips and pulling a drag yourself, “I’ve always been able to.”

He laughed and threw his head back as you took another drag, “Is that how you managed to stay ahead for so long during our game?”

“You know it, baby,” you handed the cigarette back to him.

Negan’s POV

I watched her delicate fingers place the cigarette between my lips, and I shit you not, for a moment I was almost religious. This girl, this psychopathic angel, was so damn close to everything I had ever wanted that it was hard to think she couldn’t have been the work of some fucking higher power.

“When you cursed out Amber, you swore to me,” she giggled, looking up at me. Her y/c eyes were fire, and I was a fucking snowflake in her presence. It was something new, to love what wanted me dead a week ago.

“You’re the closest living proof I have that maybe there is someone up there,” I replied, her face burned red, “Go get dressed, I have a family meeting us from one of the communities for a bit of a picnic. You should come.”

Excitement erupted across her gorgeous skin as she broke free of my grip and ran towards the small collection of clothing she had. She threw bits and piece all around until she found an old pair of what looked like men’s jeans, and a plain tshirt.

“Knife?” she looked at me with doe eyes, giving her what she wanted the moment she wanted it wasn’t even something I needed to think about. I pulled a small knife out of my back pocket and handed it to her.

She smiled and cut the legs off of the jeans, making herself a pair of incredibly short shorts. She put them on with her top and smiled, doing a spin for me.

“Fuck kitten, your legs are something else,” I moaned lowly as she walked over to me, “I don’t want everyone else to see all of this, maybe try something a bit more conservative. Save this for daddy.”

She rolled her eyes and spun around, walking towards the door. She opened it and laughed, bending over and picking up two cups filled to the rim with liquor, “I guess she didn’t want to interrupt.”

She took a sip and I watched her face twist, but the moment I let out a chuckle she looked at me like she had been challenged and downed two good sized gulps. I walked over and took both cups, sipping from mine before placing them on her desk.

“Would you like to just grab something to eat quick then and be on our way? I’m planning to meet them at the halfway point in about half an hour. Daddy can’t be late.”

She nodded, walking over to the desk and taking another two massive sips from the cup. She stumbled and then smiled brightly, taking my hand.

~

The sun was warm as we walked towards the people standing in the field.

“Anything I should know, going in?” y/n asked, she squeezed my hand. It wasn’t nervousness, but she was definitely on guard.

“That you’ve never been more fucking safe than you are right here with me and Lucille,” I kissed the side of her head. She sighed and the smell of alcohol filled the crisp air for a moment, “Well hey there strangers!” I called. There stood Rick, Carl, Michonne, and Judith, “Sorry we’re a tad late, you know how ladies are.” Y/n shot me a look and smacked my abdomen.

Introductions were short and we were right into business.

“We have a green house coming up here, so we won’t be needed that canned shit anymore, but how about some fucking hunting, you guys do that shit? Well, I mean, now you will,” I chuckled.

Rick started talking some bullshit and Michonne was out trying to pretend like I gave a fuck about her ‘idea’. But what I was focused on was little Judith, who had crawled into y/n’s lap and was playing with her hair. I’d be lying if I said that a baby wasn’t on the list of things I needed. The whole meeting was pretty much a waste of everyone’s time, but fuck if it didn’t reaffirm all of the shit I already knew.



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Pregnancy

Synopsis: While stopped in a town on their journey, Sakura Uchiha meets two new patients. Kind strangers, they give her an experience that will change her life forever.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything related. Everything written is purely fan-made and not intended for copyright infringement or unauthorized distribution. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Word Count: 2327, this is so much longer than I had intended it to be. Oops?


12 days. 12 days had passed since the pain began. Uchiha Sakura hadn’t complained about it, she didn’t want her husband to worry or think there was a problem. She was a medical shinobi. She’d know if there was an issue. Nevertheless, the sharp cramps irritated her. So did the peeing. She had to pee. It felt like it was constant, she knew the way she had always been asking to stop for a break the past week was beginning to annoy her husband. He wasn’t a man who liked to take things slow. He’d never been, she feared he’d send her away if she kept up this atypical attitude. So she tried to stop it. She held her bladder as long as she could and didn’t complain about the pain in her abdomen. She didn’t mention the emotional drain she felt, instead she blamed it on poor sleep and bad weather. She had been tired, tired for so many years of being a burden on him, she didn’t want to become one again. You’re not a burden anymore, Sakura. She thought to herself, reminding herself that his seemingly insensitive comments were that of endearment. After all, he had asked her to be his wife. Still, she couldn’t fathom why she had begun to feel so awful.

On the 13th day, the newly-wed couple made their way into a new town. A tiny place, only a few houses and shoppes in the area. Sakura walked closely to her dear husband, watching as he examined the area. It was part of his redemption, he’d stay and offer help to these townsfolks if they needed it. Even minor assistance, he’d insist they were no bother. Watching him interact with the people of the town, her heart swelled with love and admiration for the man she called Sasuke-kun. He had been working so hard, for so many years to redeem himself of his crimes. Their home village of Konoha had forgiven him, and their friends in Suna had as well. Word was quickly spreading of the bloodline Uchiha’s good deeds, but all was not forgiven. There were still many who thought he should never be forgiven, who thought he should be thrown in jail or executed. Sakura tried not to mind any attention to them. She knew her husband was a good man, that he planned to spend the rest of his days helping people and protecting the ones he held dear to his heart.

As Sasuke spoke to the town leader, a little old man with a silly mustache, Sakura noticed a woman with a large, round belly and a small boy by her side. She approached them, a smile drawn on her tender features.

“Hello, I’m Sakura.” She introduced herself, giving a little wave to the boy. He stepped behind his mother, peering around her leg.

“Hello Sakura, my name is Hyoshi. This is my son, Ako.” She waved again, though upon closer inspection the two did not look to be in good health.

“Are you two alright?” She asked, her eyes drifting naturally to the woman’s protruding belly. Hyoshi sighed.

“Our town is very poor, we can’t afford much. Ako and I haven’t been able to afford healthcare in a long time. We do our best to keep ourselves healthy, but with so little money we have to buy what we can in order to sustain ourselves.” Sakura felt for the two, offering a kind hand.

“Maybe I can help treat you. There are plenty of plants in the area to make natural elixirs.”

“That’s very kind of you, but we couldn’t pay-” Hyoshi began a small protest.

“No need, my husband and I are more than happy to help people who need it.” She looked over to Sasuke, who at that moment was showing a young man the proper way to hold a kunai knife. The boy couldn’t have been much older than an average genin, Sakura guessed he was likely asking for tips on how to protect his family.

“Isn’t that Uchiha Sasuke?” The woman whispered, the breath lost from her voice. Sakura nodded.

“He’s changed a lot since his past, he’s gone to many places just like this and helped people all over.” Ako watched, his eyes wide in awe.

“That’s very noble of him. It’s good to know he’s turned himself around.” Hyoshi commented. Sakura smiled.

“Darling! Will you come here please!” Sasuke looked back from his activity, handing his knife to the boy. He approached the women and child.

“What is it?” He asked.

“I’m going to help these people, but I’m going to need some plants. Will you get them for me?” He nodded, waiting for her to tell him what to retrieve. She took a quick look over Ako, then over Hyoshi.

“How many months are you?” She asked. Hyoshi smiled.

“I’m due any day now.” Sakura ran off a long list of various plants and berries to him, watching a moment as he left town.

“Are you sure he’ll be able to find all that?” Hyoshi asked, her skeptical face drawn in. Sakura nodded.

“Of course he will, now we should get you two inside and sitting down. Is there a place we can go?” Hyoshi took her to the Inn, where upon request they were given a temporary room. Just as long as Sakura needed to heal them, under the circumstances of the pregnancy. Hyoshi sat in a chair at the corner, watching this famed kunoichi treat her son. She stripped him to his underwear and scrubbed his back with water, cleaning the germs he picked up off and rinsing out his hair. The boy was feverish, Sakura guessed his temperature was around 101 or 102 degrees. With a fresh rag, she soaked cold water and lay in on top of his head. She told him to rest, that she was now going to help his mother before Sasuke returned. Walking to Hyoshi, she asked that she moved to a stool nearby and began a thorough examination of her. Noting a strain on her lower and upper back, she attempted to use her medical ninjutsu to heal the pulled nerves.

Much to her surprise, she was unable to focus her chakra as she was required to. She tried again, still unable to focus.

“I..I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s going on with my chakra.” She admitted, embarrassed with herself.

“Don’t feel bad, I had this pain while pregnant with Ako as well.” Sakura nodded, and continued her examination. She learned that Hyoshi was overdue to give birth, at least by 3 weeks. She couldn’t imagine the pain she was enduring, her energy levels dangerously low. She fetched a glass of water for her two patients and waited with them for her husband.

“Again, I’m so sorry my chakra is behaving so strangely. I’ve never had this problem before.” Hyoshi gave a laugh.

“Have you considered the possibility that you’re pregnant?” She asked. Sakura’s eyes all but fell out of her head.

“Pregnant? I’m not.. I’m not pregnant! There’s no way.” A coy smile crossed her new friend’s face.

“Are you not being intimate? Because a woman like you, with a husband of his looks, I’d find that difficult to believe.” Now, Sakura blushed. She didn’t enjoy talking about her intimate life with Sasuke. Those times were theirs, theirs alone.

“Well, yes, but I don’t see how that can automatically make me pregnant. We, uh, we aren’t very new at intimacy.”

“That may be, but it’s all about the timing. Perhaps you were ovulating and his swimmers were stronger than the past times. Perhaps you were in a position that lead to it easier than most.” Sakura furrowed her brow, deep in thought, remembering their time together before her pains had begun.

They had done it in a cave, on a rainy night. Twice with her on top. After cuddling for hours, she found herself waking up highly aroused. Sasuke had been happy to give her satisfaction, though less enthused with her request to take her on her hands and knees. She loved it best like that, he was able to hit her in her most sensitive spots, she finished much faster and harder than their other positions. Suddenly a tidal wave of information washed over her, she remembered her lessons she’d been taught through lecture and experience on pregnant women. The symptoms, the stages, the specifics of an almost promised impregnation. So much of it had applied to her now.

Sasuke entered the room, a satchel of plants and berries, along with some bowls and jars. Sakura took the supplies from him and worked restlessly to create the needed medicine for Hyoshi and her son. Once the three elixirs Ako needed were complete, she began working on Hyoshi’s. Sasuke watched intensely, following her each step with his eyes.

“Here, this should endue labor.” Sakura said, offering a dark blue drink to the woman. She drank it happily.

“How can we ever thank you?” Sakura smiled, waving the notion of a thank you away.

“You’ve already helped me plenty. Though, we’ll stay in town so I can help deliver your baby, I want to make sure it’s healthy.” Hyoshi nodded, Sasuke and Sakura asked the Inn Keeper for a room.

Two days later Hyoshi went into labor. Ako, afraid of his mother’s screams, waited outside the Inn room with Sasuke. Sakura stayed with Hyoshi, giving words of encouragement at the birth progressed. With a scalpel she cut the cord, wrapping the small newborn in a blanket and showing her to Hyoshi. She rinsed the baby girl off and gave her to her mother, inviting Ako and Sasuke in.

“We’ll give you a minute.” She said, walking out as the little family welcomed it’s newest member. Sasuke followed.

“Wait here in case they need anything, I have to go to something quickly.” She said, handing him a few dollars to pay for their stay. She walked to the market, only  small one-roomed building with a few shelves and a young man behind the counter.

“Hi, do you sell pregnancy tests?” She asked. He smiled.

“Sure do.” He reached under the counter and pulled a pink box out, the label reading “Instant Home Pregnancy Test” on the front. Sakura paid the man and left, without a word more said. Anxiety built in her throat and chest, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to be a mom. It was easy, taking care of other’s kids, but she knew her own would be entirely different. She returned to the Inn, to Hyoshi’s room, with her test tucked away in her pouch.

“Have you decided on a name?” She asked. Hyoshi nodded.

“We’ve decided to call her, Sakura.” Sakura thanked them, wishing them the best of luck with their lives and went back into her own room, Sasuke close behind.

“Are we leaving now, Sakura?” He asked. Sakura nodded her head.

“I just need a few minutes, I have to use the bathroom.” Though she faced away from him, towards the door, she felt him roll his eyes. He wasn’t irritated at her, maybe only slightly annoyed she was prolonging their stay, but he wouldn’t refuse a simple bathroom request.

She walked into the bathroom and locked the door, pulling the box out and opening it. A folded up piece of paper fell out, printed instructions on how to take the test. She read them carefully, she knew how to take the test but there was no harm in being sure. It would take 2 minutes for her results to come in. One line would mean she’s not pregnant, two lines meant she was.

She was almost too nervous to pee. It frustrated her. She did everything she could to entice it out of her, finally succeeding just a tiny bit. The young woman hoped it would be enough for an accurate result. She set the test on the sink and waited. Counting each second as it passed, all the way through 3 minutes, just to be certain. Finally she was ready to look.

As she took the test off the sink, a million thoughts raced through her mind. She didn’t know if being pregnant was what she wanted or not. Every second she had decided on her hopes, her mind and heart told her to feel the opposite.

The next thing she knew, she was staring at two light pink lines, staring up at her, confirming that she was indeed pregnant. Tears began flowing heavily out of her eyes, silent, blurring her vision. Happiness washed over her body, excitement drowning out her pain. She stood and walked out, the test clutched firmly in her hand behind her back.

“It’s about time, what were you taking so long for?” Sasuke asked, sitting slouched in their own rooms chair, his chin resting on the palm of his hand. Trembling, the pinkette pulled the test out from behind her back, pointing to it.

“I.. I was doing this.” She said. He furrowed his brow, stepping over to her.

“What is that?” He asked, taking her hand, looking at the results of an unknown test.

“A pregnancy test, Sasuke-kun..” She trailed of a moment, looking to meet his eyes. “We’re going to be parents.” She was suddenly engulfed in a black cloak and warm embrace, his hold on her tight.

“We’re going to be parents.” He softly spoke, hearing it come from him made her heart swell. She nodded over his shoulder, her tears once again flowing freely. He pulled away to look at her, his own dark eyes gleaming with wetness. Not a word more was said then, the two dried their eyes and left the small town, hand in hand.

There would be time later to discuss the news, but for now, they’d continue on their journey together, letting the news of a new arrival settle in their minds and in their hearts.

Rough Night - Shed Your Skin Part 3

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4

A/N: I had no idea where this was going to go when I started writing and I don’t know how i feel about how it turned out but here it is because I do like this story line, serpent Jug is good.

Summary: Jughead has a really rough night filled entirely with a lot of serious conversations and a lil’ almost something else

Word Count: 3,999 (yeesh)

Warnings: Gang activity, (underage) drinking, swearing 

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Escape: the Bree years

She opened up the cloth bound journal.  The journal that she had picked up from the stationary store on her walk the day after her lunch with Jenny. 

A gratitude journal.

Jenny had suggested she write just five things a day for which she was thankful.  The only stipulation was that she had to write one thing about Jamie. In the beginning it had been difficult, but after a while, she was able to see all the things he did do for her around the house, all the attentions he paid her. They were small, but nonetheless, they were there.  

One entry mentioned the dinner he had brought home unexpectedly.  Another noted the three loads of laundry he did one Sunday while she napped with the baby.  Today she would write down how Jamie had held her after dinner.  There was no particular reason.  He had come up behind her, turned her in his arms, and held her, swaying slightly.  

It was helping.  Claire felt less like a maid, and more like a partner.  She felt less jealous, and more supported.  

Claire was falling in love with her husband all over again.

Now she needed to work on the next part of her plan.


Jamie trudged through the door on a Friday afternoon, exhausted.  All he wanted was dinner, some time with his family, a cold beer and a rugby match on the telly. He dropped his backpack by the front door, then thought better of it.  He knew clutter seemed to bother Claire now, so he picked it up and took it down the hall to his office.  

Heading back into the kitchen he skidded to a stop.

“Jesus. God, Claire.”

Her jeans were skin tight.  Her black top, form fitting.  Jamie was an ass man, but her figure these days was downright sinful.  Because she was nursing her breasts were nothing short of spectacular.  For the first time in a long time her hair was down, the soft curls bouncing around her face, shiny and thick.  

She took his breath away.

“Hi!  How was your day?”  She came toward him, smile bright, while Bree kicked her little legs in anticipation of seeing her Da.  

He was helpless at the sight of her moving towards him, hips subtly swaying. “Wow, Sassenach. You look gorgeous.”

Claire’s steps faltered just a little with surprise, and she felt her face get red. She giggled, eyes downcast, lifting Bree up to him.  Except he didn’t take her. He was still mesmerized by his wife, and instead of taking the baby he ran his fingers up her throat, and gently forced her chin up with his thumbs toward his waiting mouth. He inhaled deeply as he kissed her.  

“We have a babysitter coming,” Claire whispered against his lips.  

“What? When? Who is it?”  Jamie snapped to attention and finally took hold of his daughter.  

“Any minute.”  Claire spun around towards the kitchen.  His groin reacted at the sight of how those jeans hugged her arse.  “And it’s your sister.”

“Jenny?  Really?  Why?”  Jamie was genuinely confused.  

“We’re going on a date, Fraser.”  And with that, the buzzer sounded.  


“I want to talk to you about something.” They’d had a nice meal with relaxed conversation.  It was time.  Claire’s hands were clasped tight in her lap. 

Jamie could not believe the change in Claire.  Slowly, over a matter of weeks his wife had seemed to come back to him.  She seemed less tense, more willing to accept help, and more affectionate.  Dinner was at her favourite little Italian restaurant close to their house.  They had walked there on this crisp, clear night with the moon a giant ball of shimmering light.  They walked close together, just as they had in the early days of dating and marriage with her hand slipped into his back pocket, and his long arm draped around her shoulders.  The idea of a night out alone with his wife was enough to give him a second wind and banish the thought that Bree was too young for a babysitter.  

“Something wrong, mo neighean donn?”

“No. Nothing’s wrong.  It’s just….I want to go back to work.”  Claire rushed through the next part of her prepared speech.  “I know it’s sooner than I need to, and I know it’s sooner than you hoped, but when Bree is six months old, I want to go back at least two days a week.  I want to talk to Dr. Gowan and see if that’s a possibility.  I think it would be good for me.”

Jamie took a sip of his wine.  He didn’t want to think about this yet.  “Ye seem in better spirits lately, Claire.  Is this why?  Because yer thinking of going to work?”

Before, Claire would have been angry at his response.  Now, she tried to take his comment in the spirit for which she hoped it was intended.   Claire knew she didn’t have a hidden agenda, and that Jamie was dreading this moment.  “No. I’ve been really trying.  The walks help.”

“Walks?” Jamie leaned forward, elbows on the table, so he could look her fully in the face. “When do ye walk?”

Claire laughed.  “I walk every morning, Jamie.  With Bree.”  She didn’t understand his surprise.  If Alec knew, Jamie must know.

“Where do ye walk?” Jamie was pleasantly surprised by this information. Clearly that’s how she had gotten her figure back so soon.

“We have our favourites.  The Museum.  The Castle.  The Library.”

“What?”  Jamie reared back against his chair.  “Christ, Claire, some of those are 15 kilometers round trip!  With Bree?”

“No, Jamie, I leave Bree at home to do the washing up.”  She rolled her eyes.  “Of course with Bree! Sometimes I get on the tram for a bit, then walk.  Depends on my mood, and the weather.”

Jamie was stunned.  How did he not know this?  “What about her feedings? And her naps?”  

“Some days I take the pram.  Some days I wear the baby carrier.  And she naps just fine.  As for feeding her, it’s still very portable.”  Claire gestured to her breasts.  Jamie glanced down and subconsciously licked his lips. 

“I stop in some familiar spots.  One of them is a great little bistro on the other side of Dean’s Village near the Gallery.  The people know us there.”  Claire sat back in her chair, mildly annoyed but trying to keep her anxiety at bay.  

“Come on, Jamie.  Are you telling me you didn’t send Alec out to keep watch? Because he knows about my walks.”

“He DOES?” Jamie sat bolt upright while his voice rose in shock and indignation. Claire leaned forward and laid a hand on his arm, shushing him.

“Are you seriously angry, Jamie?  Because you can see Bree is growing well, and she’s fine.  And I can’t tell you how much it’s helped me.”

Jamie took a deep breath.  This was not the point of this conversation.  She had asked him about work, so he tried his best to refocus.  I’ll be havin’ a long conversation with Alec in the mornin’ however. 

“No.  Not angry, Sassenach.  Just embarrassed at how much I’ve no’ paid attention to what ye do all day.  I’m sorry for that,” he offered.

Claire smiled.  And there it was.  The entry for her gratitude journal tonight. 

“Talk to Dr. Gowan, Claire.  See what he says first.  Then, when we ken what yer schedule might be we’ll talk about the next step.”  He reached over, and pushed a tendril of hair behind her ear.  “I dinna mean to ruin anything.  I’m havin’ the grandest time tonight, mo ghraidh.”

“Good, because we’re off to Deacon Brodie’s.”

Jamie laughed and picked up his glass to drain it.  “Snooker?”  He leaned in close, his lips almost touching hers. Claire closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss.  Instead she heard him whisper, “I’ll mop the floor with ye.”


Jamie turned away for about the dozenth time that night and tried to readjust his jeans to get comfortable.  Claire wasn’t the best at pool but the woman wasn’t bad either.  She kept telling him it was really just Geometry, and that she was good at math.  Of course, when he was young and single he had spent a lot of time in snooker halls.  He loved the game.  But how the hell was he to concentrate when she would bend over the table and that perfectly round arse would rest there in front of him?  

Ifrinn, the fantasies she aroused.  He’d have her right there if he could.  And the vixen knew it.  

The third time she leaned over and sunk a ball, she’d looked back over her shoulder leaving her arse right where it was.  Oh, she knew.  

So he’d moved to stand in front of her when she took her shots.  That idea was even worse because then he was privy to the way the tips of her breasts would brush the green felt when she leaned down to sight the ball.  

His body reacted like a 23 year old virgin.  

He drained his Tennent’s lager and motioned for another.  Two could play at that game.  

When she bent down again, he walked up and pressed himself against her bottom. She gasped at his hardness, the length of him revealing his arousal. Claire flinched so much that her cue hit the felt and popped the white ball up and over the edge of the table.  She stood quickly.  “Jamie,” she whispered furiously, “What in hell are you doing?”

Jamie spoke softly next to her ear, all the while pressing her against the length of himself, his arm around her waist.  “Lettin’ ye know that if you win this game it’s only because I’m thinking of later, when yer naked ow’er top of me with my tongue on yer breasts and my cock - OOF!”

Claire elbowed him in the stomach.

Jamie staggered back a step, taking deep breaths.  The look he fixed on her when he regained his breath showed no interest in any more games, sexy or otherwise.  

“That was yer shot, Lass.  Now, step away.”  

Claire watched as Jamie proceeded to run the table, sinking coloured ball, then red ball, then another coloured ball.  He moved quickly and decisively, like a big cat sighting it’s prey.  Once in a while he’d spare her a glance full of simmering heat and banked desire while he took a sip of his lager, or surveyed the table. Then, he’d set down the glass, and the run was on again.   

When he sank the last ball he put his cue in the rack, drained his glass and turned a lustful gaze on Claire.  “I’ve had enough, mo neighean donn. Get yer things.  We’re leavin’.”


Jenny was bouncing a fussy Bree when he opened the door.  “I told ye Mummy would be here soon,” she said, and kissed Bree’s chubby cheek.  The baby squealed and wriggled in her aunt’s arms at the sight of her parents.  

Jamie watched as Claire hugged Jenny and thanked her for giving them this evening together.  She took Bree and disappeared up the stairs.  Jamie helped Jenny on with her coat, then walked her down the stairs to her car, both sharing details of their evenings.

“Jenny,” Jamie said, holding the car door open for her.  “I canna thank ye enough. Tonight was the most fun we’ve had in months.  Thank ye for watching Bree. Truly.”

“Och, Brother, ye’ve watched my bairns enough time.  I’m excited to be able to return the favour.”  Jenny raised an eyebrow, “Now get inside, lad.  That child was hungry and tired.  She won’t be long to bed.”  

She paused a moment and said, “And by the looks of you and Claire, ye won’t be either.”

“Wheesht, Jenny.  Dinna embarrass me,” but his grin implied anything but embarrassment as he closed the door.

Claire met him in the corridor as he hit the top of the stairs.  Without stopping he took three strides and grabbed the waistband of her jeans.  Her hands had already been there though, popping the button and sliding down the zipper. In one smooth move he peeled off the denim, then lifted her up, one hand around her waist, the other under her thigh.  She wound her legs around his hips and tangled her hands in his hair.  

Their kisses were hot, open mouthed, and desperate.  

He moved toward the wall, oblivious to the fact they were steps from Bree’s room.  As he walked Claire stripped off her top and tossed it.  Jamie groaned at the sight before him.  A Dhia, her breasts were plump and soft, straining to be free of the bra. He lifted her higher, and bent his head, kissing the tops, tongue tracing the edge of the fabric, then dipping under to reach a nipple.

“Talk to me,” Claire breathed.  She grabbed his head tighter forcing him to look at her.  “Tell me you love me,” she whispered against his lips.

“More than my own life, Claire.” His tongue licked her upper lip before he kissed her.

“More than anyone?”  She pulled at his curls, harder now.

He paused and looked deep into her topaz eyes.  He saw lust, to be sure, and love.  He knew Claire, knew her well, and he saw insecurities as well.  What demon was she facing now?  

She bit her lip, waiting, panting, hoping he would say the right thing.  

“Are ye suggesting I’ve played ye false? Because no, mo graidh, never.”

He caught the barest flicker of her eyes towards Bree’s room.

Holy Mother of God and all the Saints before Her.  I’m throbbing for her, and she thinks…I love her less than Brianna?

Jamie pressed her back against the wall as one hand came up to cup the side of her face.  

“Nèamhan, Sassenach.  All I have comes from you.  Our marriage.  Our family. Yer my one and only.  Mo graidh.  Yer face is my heart, Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul.”  

Claire whimpered, and kissed him again, fiercely, almost violently.  

Jamie grabbed her hair and forced her head back.  “I love Bree with all my heart. But I love Bree because she has so much of you.  She has yer smile. She has that way of taking her wee fingers and stroking my neck like ye do. Like yer doin’ now.”

Claire’s fingers stilled and she breathed a small laugh in reply.

She kissed him again, his jaw, behind his ear.  She ground herself against him. “Help me.”

“Help ye what?”  God how he wanted her.  Jamie reached down and undid his belt and jeans.  He shifted Claire so that he was poised, ready to enter her.  

She moved restlessly, trying to hurry him, to get closer to him, as close as possible.  

“Help ye what, Claire?  Tell me.”  Claire groaned and twisted her head from side to side.  Jamie had never seen her like this.  

“I hate feeling jealous,” she said, between gritted teeth.  “I hate myself for it.  I want to be free of it.”    

There she’d said it.  Out loud.  For a moment she watched his eyes go wide, and then narrow like the cat’s eyes they were.  

Then he was in her.  With one solid thrust, he filled her.  Claire arched her back, and let her legs slide down to encircle his thighs.  

“Now ye listen to me, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp,” he said, driving into her slowly and steadily, his mouth next to her ear, “Jealous, is it?  Did ye no’ see those men in the pub?  Eyein’ my wife.  My sexy…” he pushed into her, “beautiful…” then out, then in again, “strong wife.” Every word was punctuated by his body.  

His breathing was heavy, his words measured.  “Ye’ve no idea the nights I sit up watching over ye.  Yer in my dreams, asleep and waking.”  He kissed her then, his tongue finding hers in a lover’s dance.  

“I will never love anyone the way I love you.  I think of no one else when I’m with ye.”

Claire could feel the pleasure building.  His voice was raspy, and rough, cleansing her, washing away the darkness in her mind.  The sweat between them made their bodies slick.  God, he felt so good.  She risked a look and saw that his eyes were as dark as the ocean during a storm, heavy-lidded and sultry. 

His words washed over her like holy water, forgiving her sin.  

“I just want to be the Claire you fell in love with.”

Jamie ground his body into her again.  “Nay, lass.  That Claire is gone.  But this Claire.  A Dhia, this Claire is more seasoned, more fiery, more…” Speech was getting hard for him.  His body was screaming for release.  

“More of everything….GOD. CLAIRE!”

He felt her legs shake, felt her shudder around him, felt her nails bite his flesh. Felt the groan that tore from her chest.

Felt himself get lost in her.  


Later, in the wee hours before dawn he woke to her touch, as she climbed back in bed.  A light stroking on his back, tracing his scars.  Her mouth soft on his shoulder.  

“Tell me again,” she whispered.

Jamie smiled sleepily and rolled over on top of his wife, coaxing her to open her legs.  

He settled himself between her thighs.  

Leannan, I was just dreamin’ about ye….”

photo credits:  Claire @trixenfic  Pub: @thescarlettpeacock

The College Years - Freshman Year (Chapter 8) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Worst Party Ever”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Isaac Lahey, Cora Hale, Lydia Martin, Jordan Parrish, Hanna Simmons, Sarah Millin, Simon Brewster & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Fluff, underage drinking… if that’s something people care about.

Summary: The pack goes to a house party.

Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine

Originally posted by inveens

“Hey Scott, my roommates and I are outside, and Stiles said he went out for ice, can you let us in? I don’t want to just walk in to this person’s house..” You said into your iPhone. “Okay, great, thanks.”

“So is Scott cute?” Your roommate, Hanna, asked.

“Yea, he is, and he’s single too. He’s kind of not over his ex though which actually really sucks, because he definitely deserves better.” You replied.

“And how did you meet all of them again?” Sarah, your other roommate, asked.

“Oh, Scott sits next to me in Western Civ. and we just started hanging out.”

“But Stiles is the one you like?” Hanna confirmed.

“Yea.”

“What kind of name is Stiles anyway?” Sarah questioned. You looked at her, furrowing your brow and then shrugged. You didn’t actually know the answer to that question. You intended on finding out.

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Reader x Jojen/ Reader x Joffrey

Requested By Anon


It was an odd sort of thing to have captured Joffrey’s adoration. You weren’t sure if it was love but you were grateful for it, to be an idolized possession that the cruel boy wanted dearly. It was this that kept you from the brunt of his anger, saw you treated like you were the finest lady in all the lands and that you were protected in the same manner.

 

“She is beautiful, is she not?” Joffrey asked Tyrion as they walked through the palace gardens.

 

“I dare say there is not a woman in Kings Landing that could rival (Y/N)’s beauty.” Tyrion agreed.

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Good Girl Ch 14: Bedtime

“Please.”

Kyungsoo shakes his head, “Absolutely not.”

“But Daddy!” I whine as the owl boy takes the dishes out of my hands. Feeling like a child I pout as him and the others stop my attempts to help clear off the table or do the dishes.

“Babies can’t do big kid things like this,” Suho teases as he walks past me with more dishes.

“But I want to help.”

“Come over here baby,” Chen calls me over to where he is standing in front of the sink, his hands are to washing the heavy copper bowls. He stops for a minute and dries his hands before lifting me up on to the counter next to the sink. He hands me one of the bowls and a towel to dry it. Tao comes over and takes the bowl from me to put it away. This continues until all the dishes are washed and put away. Xiumin comes in to the kitchen finally, dressed in an almost matching out fit to mine, and a towel around his neck. He sees me on the counter and quickly takes the place in between my legs, his arms go around my waist.

When I realize his hair is still wet I take the towel from around his neck and dry his hair for him, something that he very much enjoys. I’m too distracted with a very cute kitty to notice the glaring group of men around us.

“Baby,” Suho gets my attention, “I think it’s time for you to take a bath.”

“A bath?” I question, I haven’t taken a bath in years and to be completely honest, it sounds amazing.

“Yea, a nice bubble bath before bed.”

I nod, “Sounds good to me.”

“Good, who do you want to wash you?”

The question catches me off guard, “Wash me?”

“Yes, you are a baby, you don’t expect us to let you bathe alone do you?”

I laugh, “I have showered alone since I was like five, I can do it.”

“Baby,” Xiumin warns, “Don’t question us, just answer the question. Who do you want to wash you?”

I scan the group of men, “Kyungsoo.”

“And to get you dressed?” I open my mouth to ask, yet again, if that is really necessary but Xiumin’s hard stare makes me keep it to myself.

“Baekhyunnie,” The puppy like man cheers cutely.

“And who do you want to sleep with, that is if you want to sleep with someone?”

I hesitate answering that for a minute, “Do you mean sleep with, or, um?”

They laugh at my awkward innocence, “Sleep next to.”

“Then, um, Luhan.”

“Really?” Luhan pops up next to me with a big smile on his face. I nod.

“That’s unfair,” Kai pouts along with Tao and Chanyeol.

“You guys can do it tomorrow,” Suho reminds them.

“Can Chenchen do my hair?”

Chen smiles softly at me, “Of course baby.”

“Now time for a bath!” Kyungsoo claps his hands together and beams at me. Xiumin tightens his grip on me, burrowing his face into my chest.

“Let go hyung,” Luhan swats at the other, “You’ve gotten to spend too much time with her today already.”

“Ugh, fine,” Xiumin grumbles, “But first,” He quickly gives me a peck before running off.

“That chipmunk looking little shit,” Kris growls as he takes after him, followed by Tao, Kai, and Chanyeol. I just sit there for a moment, Kyungsoo comes over to me and helps me down off the counter.

“Come on baby,” He pulls me along into my own bathroom. I sit down on the toilet seat as he gets the bath ready, making sure the water isn’t too cold or too hot. When it’s ready I’m a bit bashful at the idea of taking my clothes off in front of yet another boy but I don’t have to think about it for long. Kyungsoo comes over and pulls my t-shirt over my head without hesitation. I allow him to do whatever, not questioning it when he pulls down my pants and underwear in one motion and asks me to step out of them. My hands are over my chest as I stand there, slightly shivering; Kyungsoo’s eyes rake up and down my body.

My cheeks burn, being naked in front of them is definitely something I’m going to have to get used to but for it only being my third time, I’m completely embarrassed. Kyungsoo shakes his dazed look away and helps me into the large bath filled with bubbles. I can’t hide my excitement for taking a bubble bath in such a perfect bathtub; I know it sounds kind of weird but this bathroom is built for a princess. I slip into the water so my chest is fully covered as Kyungsoo reaches into the bathroom closet for a towel, a stool, and a rag.

“Sorry to ask this again,” I mumble as I stare down at my hands playing with the bubbles, “But do you really need to wash me?”

“I don’t have to if you don’t want to, can I at least wash your back?” He gives me a small smile.

I nod.

“But first how about you just enjoy sitting here for awhile,” He scoops up a handful of bubbles and blows them at me, making me giggle. “So how was school?”

“It was fine,” I shrug, “It’s school.”

He nods in understanding, “Only one more year and you are done.”

“But after that is university so that is four more years at least,” I grimace at the thought.

“College isn’t required.”

I scoff, “Tell that to the rest of the world. How am I supposed to get a good job without an education?”

“Don’t worry about that, your daddies will take care of you,” He brushes a few stray locks out of my face.

“Take care of me,” I echo. That is never something I’ve been fond of, the idea of someone taking care of me while I do nothing. Though I have a good family, I’ve always been a loner, taking care of myself. I’ve never had so many people looking after me, making sure I ate, that I’m safe; as much as I thought I would hate being constantly watched over and taken care of, I love it when it’s these guys.

“Can I ask you something?” Again, I’m staring down at my hands.

He hums a yes as he twirls his hand around in the water.

“Why, um, how long, um, this whole daddy thing?” I struggle to find the right words to ask the question that I’ve been wondering.

“Are you trying to ask why we like it when you call us daddy?” He guides my chin up so I’m looking at him.

“Yea.”

“I’m not really sure either. I think we all just have this weird thing in us when we see someone small and cute like you we just have this automatic reaction to do something. To hold you, to have you, to protect you.”

“Have there been other girls like me?”

He pauses for a minute, “Yes and no. There have been one or two who have caught someone’s eye but never all of us. Others have called us daddy during sex and it’s fun for a little bit but it’s not the same as when you did it the first time. You, our little baby, are very different from those girls. We are, as you said it, attached to you. You don’t run away from us or flinch when we touch you, something that never happens, especially after how we met. Those girls would pretend to like us to get away so they didn’t last long.”

“How long do you think you will keep me?”

He shakes his head, “Lets not talk about this baby anymore, I’m pretty sure there are lot more things we could talk about.”

“But-“ He automatically cuts me off.

“I said no more,” His tone is firm. I nod.

“Sorry.”

It’s quiet for a couple minutes before he just takes my hair down and starts washing it for me. Neither of us says anything as he washes it, he uses a cup to wash the suds out, and I just allow him to do as he wishes.

“Daddy,” I say softly, tired of his silent treatment.

He hums a yes.

“Are you mad at me?”

I freeze when he stops what he is doing to come forward and look me in the eye, “I’m not mad baby, I’m just…” He stops to try and find the right words, “I just don’t want to think about you leaving us. Regardless of how long we have known you, we like you, we really like you. The fact that any of us would kill someone for even looking at you the wrong way is something I’ve never seen. I can’t imagine what would happen if someone came and took you from us. So baby please relax for now, lets not talk about this?”

I just stare at him for a minute, watching his sad face before I find myself reaching out and pulling him closer for a kiss. This kiss is different then all the other ones I’ve had with the other boys, it’s not a peck or a make out session. It’s just a kiss filled with all the things these boys make me feel: warmth, love, that little tingle they give me. When I pull away Kyungsoo opens his large eyes slightly.

“Thank you for being so honest with me.”

There is a knock on the door before he can respond, followed by Baekhyun and Chen demanding that I be released. Kyungsoo glares at the door before grabbing the large fluffy pink towel, that he took out earlier, and holding it open for me. I stand up and happily let him wrap it around me, enjoying when he hugs me during the process. Though I’m caught off guard when he kisses me, feeling the same warmth from the other one, before opening the door to reveal Chen and Baekhyun with childish grins on their faces.

“It’s about time,” Baekhyun snatches me away from the younger boy.

“I’ll see you before you go to bed,” Kyungsoo completely ignores them as he kisses my forehead before heading out.

“Come on baby,” Baekhyun pulls me into my closet, “lets get you dressed before you catch a cold.” He sits me down in the chair as he slides around my closet making a show of digging threw the clothes, I can’t help but laugh. When he finds one he likes he holds it up as if he is recreating the lion king and he revealing the baby lion to the world. As he continues his search he comes a bit more bashful, something I find adorable, but once I realize why, I blush. He comes up to me holding a cute pink night gown with ruffles on the chest and some new underwear.

We are both a bit awkward when he stands me up and hesitantly reaches for my towel. It weirdly comforting not being the only awkward one when my towel drops to the floor, But he helps me get dressed, clasping my bra for me and putting the pajamas over my head and letting it fall around me. I’m thankful when he lets me put my underwear on myself.

“Did you have fun with Kyungsoo?” He asks as he leads me back out of the closet to the same ottoman I was sitting on this morning, Chen is sitting there waiting with a smile on his face. He has another towel in his hands that he uses to dry my hair a bit.

“Yea,” I hesitate on whether or not I should tell them what we talked about, “He was very talkative.”

Baekhyun scoffs as he sprawls out on the bed, “Wow, he must really like you.”

I nod, “That’s what he says.” Chen starts brushing my hair but stops the minute the brush gets caught on a knot. “Just keep pulling, it’s going to be snarly.”

“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you,” The older man panics.

I laugh, “It’s fine..”

He tires again, tensing every time he catches on a knot and has to pull harder, resulting in my head going back a little. “You’ll tell me if it hurts too much right?”

“Daddy Chen,” I was going to try to sound serious but that automatically turned me into a child, “I said it’s fine. I’ve had my hair pulled before, it happens when you have siblings. You tend to fight,” I laugh thinking about childhood memories, even though they weren’t the greatest at the time, they are funny looking back at them.

“Did they hit you?” Chen deadpans. He stops moving behind me, I look back to see both Chen and Baekhyun staring at each other with a chilling gaze.

“No, it’s not that bad. It wasn’t like they ripped the hair out, well some times it happened, but it happens to everyone, you guys must fight right?” I give them a smile but they don’t even look at me.

“Baby,” Chen says after a minute, he finally looks down at me. His hand goes to my cheek, caressing it softly, I lean into his touch. “You would tell us if someone hurt you right? Because if you are afraid that they might hurt you again, know that they won’t. We won’t let anyone hurt our baby, so if anyone bothers you, or has bothered you, tell us. Understand?”

Their intense focus on me makes me gulp, “Yes.”

“Good.” He continues combing my hair, completely drying it when he is done.

“All done,” Baekhyun coos as he comes around the bed to me, his playfulness has returned full force.

“Now what?” I question as I look from boy to boy.

“Technically we are supposed to bring you to the living room to hang out for awhile.”

“Dressed in this?” I look down at the cute but still pretty skimpy night gown that ends just below my butt.

Chen nods, “You look cute.”

“Can I at least put on some shorts?”

“You don’t like how daddy dressed you?” Baekhyun raises his brow at me.

I shake my head, “That not it, it’s just that it’s cold and as cute as this is, it isn’t something I should wear around, only to bed.”

“Fine,” Baekhyun pouts as he wanders back into the closet to find some pants, I’m guessing. He comes back a few minutes later with a pair of sweat pants I was wearing earlier but these are gray. I smile as he helps me put them on, thankful for the warmth and coverage.

“Better?” Chen asks when he notices how I brighten up.

I nod, “Yes, thank you guys.”

“Lets go before they send a search party after us,” He pulls me out of the room and down the hall, Baekhyun trailing after us.

“It’s about time,” Chanyeol whines when we walk into the room. They are all sprawled around room, on the floor or the couch. I look to see what they had all been focused on before we came into the room, to see a massive TV on the stand that was not there before, well the stand was but not the TV. There are a bunch of movie covers on the screen, most of them I realize are scary movies, great.

“That wasn’t there before,” I point to the TV.

“It goes down into the stand,” Suho explains.

“What’s up with those pajamas Hyung?” Tao whines when he scans me.

Baekhyun gives me a once over, “Were you expecting me to let her run around in just a nighty when it’s freezing out side?” Chen and I just chuckle.

“Come sit down,” Tao pats the spot next to him, Kris nods enthusiastically at the idea of me sitting in between them. But that enthusiasm is killed when Chen leads me over and takes the spot on my right with Tao on my left.

“Are we going to watch a movie?” I look to Suho, who is in control of the clicker.

He nods, “Are you okay with scary movies?”

“Um, not really.”

“See Hyung, I told you our little baby is too little of scary movies,” Tao sticks his tongue out at the older, earning himself a swat.

“Don’t worry baby,” Chen wraps an arm around my shoulders and holds me close, “I’m here if you get scared.”

“Me too,” Tao says faking confidents.

“I bet you, you’ll start crying before she even gets scared,” Xiumin teases from the floor. He starts crawling toward me but is cut off by Lay who takes the spot on the floor in front of me, hooking my legs over his shoulders, still facing he TV.

“Ya!” The oldest whines.

Lay scowls at the oldest, “You get her too much.” Xiumin pouts as he crawls back to where he was before and collapses on the floor.

“Are you ready?” Suho looks at me.

I just nod, my arms snake around a smirking Chen. Kris snickers on this other side.

I hate horror movies, Jihyo has loved them ever since we were young but I’m too much of a chicken to even watch the previews. They always give me nightmares, that is if I can even get myself to fall asleep after them. But right now, I feel more comfort in watching it knowing I won’t be sleeping alone tonight, or for awhile if they have anything to say about it, not that I would disagree. Chen doesn’t jump or even falter his amused smirk threw out the whole movie, something comforts and annoys me. Tao on the other hand is just precious, I wish I were braver so I could hold him but I’m far too scared by the creepy ghost girl to unlatch myself from Chen. The others aren’t as scared as me but only Xiumin and Chen are able to say that they aren’t.

As the movie finally begins I burrow myself deeper into Chen’s hold, Tao is behind me with this face buried in my back. I can’t even get myself to look when all the ghost start to appear but Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s yelling give me a pretty good idea of what is going on. When it is over I can barely convince myself to let go of Chen and that is only for a moment so I can hold on to Luhan.

“Are you ready to go to bed baby?” Luhan asks when I’m situated with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck.

I nod, actually feeling pretty tired even though I had two naps today.

“Did you get scared?” Xiumin ask when he comes over, he strokes my head softly.

“Not as scared at daddy Tao,” I tease the older boy who is still curled up on the couch.

“Hey,” Tao pouts at me.

They chuckle, “Everyone say good night before I take her to bed.”

“Night baby,” Xiumin kisses the top of my head.

“See you in the morning,” Suho does the same.

Kris is next, “Tomorrow, you are with me,” He decides.

“What if she wants me?” Kai comes up next, another kiss, “Night.”

“I don’t know Hyung,” Sehun teases, “I think I might be next. Right baby girl?”

I laugh at their antics, but Chen gets annoyed and pushes them out of way, “Sleep tight baby.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep with me? We can be scared together,” Tao pouts cutely, but is kicked away by Luhan.

“Don’t you try to steal her from me,” Luhan growls.

“Hyung calm down so I can say good night,” Kyungsoo comes over. He kisses my forehead softly, “Have sweet dreams baby.”

“I can’t wait to get you tomorrow!” Chanyeol sings as he comes over, Of curse Baekhyun is far behind singing the same thing. They each kiss my head and head on their way.

Lay is last, “Sorry you got so scared baby.”

“It’s okay, thank you.”

“Have a good night baby, I’ll see you in the morning.” I nod.

Luhan easily carries me through the house to his room. He sets me down on the edge of the bed before telling me he is going to go change. I sit there patiently until he comes back in nothing but sweat pants, my face goes red at the sight of his perfect body.

“Are you ready to go to bed?”

“Um, I just need to go to the bathroom quick,” He nods and gestures to the only door that hasn’t been opened. I quickly make my way there and do my business, leaving my pants off. Going back into the room, I freeze, greeted by only darkness I think back to the movie and automatically get scared. I frantically reach back for the bathroom light but I can’t find it, god why am I such a chicken? Without another thought I call out, “Daddy?”

“What’s wrong baby?” Luhan responds right away, I’m guess by the direction of his voice he is in bed.

“It’s so dark, I can’t see a thing,” I walk like an idiot with my hands out in front of me.

“I’m over here,” His voice seems closer.

When I touch the bed I let out a sigh of relief, but almost scream when someone grabs my wrist. I should know it’s Luhan but my mind doesn’t work like that after a scary movie, in my head it’s that creepy little girl. But my anxiety is put to rest when Luhan pulls me into bed and wraps himself around me.

“I’ve got you baby, don’t worry, Daddys’ got you.”

Not What He Expected-Part 6

This is an A/B/O AU

So here it is, my FIRST A/B/O series featuring Alpha! Dean/ Omega! Reader (not Destiel). I am still a Samgirl to the very core of my being, but I thought it would be fun to try something different for a change.

You meet Dean Winchester in a bar when he attempts to come to your rescue after a drunk Alpha tries to take advantage of you.  He quickly realizes you’re not what he expected.  You’re a very independent Omega who is used to speaking her mind.  He’s all Alpha, but there is just something about you, an attraction that makes him want to know more…….

Part 1 (All parts are linked)

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Text messages are in bold.

“God yes,” I groaned. “Can we go now?” I said as Dean kissed my neck. 

His mouth was so warm, and his scent surrounded me, making it hard for me to think.  All I knew was I wanted Dean more than I had ever wanted any man in my life, and I was about to jump his bones in plain sight on the steps of his brother’s place,

“Let’s just say bye to everyone and we can leave.  Watching you put Lisa in her place was a real turn-on.  You are one badass Omega, Y/N.” Dean said in a low voice.

“No offense, but Lisa is a total bimbo. What were you thinking?” I had to ask.

He had the good grace to blush a little. “She was easy to please and I didn’t have to work very hard.”

I stared in his eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready for me, Dean? I’m complicated, and if you want me, you’re gonna have to work for me.”

Dean’s eyes burned with heat, and he jumped off the steps so fast I almost fell out of his lap.  He grabbed my hand and practically dragged my through the backyard, stopping in front of Sam and Jess.

When I hugged Jess goodbye, she whispered a “thank you.” in my ear.

“For what?” I whispered back.

“It’s about time Dean had someone on his side.”  She told me, smiling.

We said the fastest goodbyes in history, and as he pulled me to the Impala, he grinned at me.“For the record, I’ve been ready since I saw you in the bar, Y/N.’

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I Have a Very Specific Skill Set (Matt Murdock x reader)

Request: Could you please write a Matt Murdock x reader fic where the reader is working with a crime boss to make ends meet and she ends up fighting Matt, who tries to convince her to leave the criminal life. She’s reluctant because it’s hard to find good work with her skill set. Maybe with some flirtatious tension between the two as they fight? :)

“Fog!  I’m gonna run out for coffee!” Matt called across their small shared law office, hurrying towards the door before his partner could object.  The heat from the city streets was filling the room, and the sound of fans that did nothing more than circulate it were drowning out his voice.  He should have known better than for that to be enough to help, because in an office this size, there was no getting away without hassle if Foggy’s bullshit radar had been triggered.

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Ivar Ragnarsson X Reader

Word Count: 671

Requested: Anon

Request: A Vikings imagine where reader and Ivar are in an arranged marriage and reader is the complete opposite of him. And as she tries to act kind towards her, he acts cold towards her, but actually does care for her and maybe their village being attacked brings those feelings to light.

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn

Ivar had married you because it was the best thing for Kattegat, it had nothing to do with love, he was thankful for one thing and that was that you didn’t seem to be affected by the condition of his legs, you didn’t treat him differently and more often then not you were scolding people for treating him a certain way, that didn’t mean that he treated you the way that should have.

You were at the docks watching the others get ready to leave for their next raid, you saw that Ivar was talking to his brothers, they all seemed to have agreed on something, you watched as they all went their separate ways, Ivar looked over at you and you took that as invitation to come over. “How long will you be gone?” You asked.
“We’re not sure.” He answered and you nodded.
“Well be careful.” You warned as you looked at the boat, you glanced back at him before turning to walk away, he didn’t stop you instead he went on getting ready.

You walked over and stood next to Aslaug “He cares for you.” She said.
“Hmm.” You hummed as you watched him.
“He was never good with feelings,” Aslaug informed.
“I never expected him to love me, he did what was best for Kattegat.” You answered.
“You are kind… That is what he needs, he will not have me forever.” Aslaug informed you.

Weeks later and you were faced with an attack that you had not planned for Lagertha wanted her home back and you could understand that but you did not understand how attacking was going achieve anything, you were wrong though and many people sided with her, you stood by Aslaug as one of the only maidens left to fight, you had been injured there was a slash to your side but Aslaug had surrendered and offered to leave but what happened next you could not have planned for and before you could do anything Alsuag was dead. Ubbe and Sigurd came back after that and Ubbe helped you clean up before you left.

Ivar’s head moved from one subject to another as his brother spoke, his mother was dead and Kattegat was taken from them but they hadn’t spoken of you. “Where is (Y/N)?” Ivar asked.
“No one has seen her since after the attack,” Ubbe answered, it was true you hadn’t left your shared room since then, you felt guilty for not being able to save their mother. Ivar made his way back to your room fear was gripping his chest but it only showed in anger. Ivar opened the door and he found you on the floor, blood coated your fist and your eyes were closed but he watched your chest rise and fall at a steady pace, he looked around to see that there was blood on the wall above you and figured that you had punched it at some point. “(Y/N).” Ivar called your name softly and that caused your face to crinkle and tears to roll down your face.
“I’m sorry.” You said repeating the apology until he got to you taking a seat next to you and taking your hand in his and looking at it.
“When did this happen?” He asked.
“I’m sorry.” You repeated again and he looked at you before taking your face in his hands.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He informed you wiping the tears from your face, he continued to check you over before calling for someone to make a bath.

Ivar watched carefully as you got undressed, his eyes landing on the gash in your side “you fought for her.” He said and you looked back at him and nodded. That was the first time that you could remember a genuine smile on his face, he crawled up to the side of the bath that you had gotten into and leaned up kissing the side of your head. “It’s okay little dove I’ve got you now.”

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Niall Horan - “Surprise Visitor”

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“Okay, how are we going about this, again?” You ask Louis as you, him, Liam and Harry all stand in a small secluded hallway of the venue their band was playing tonight. “Do we have a plan?” 

“I was jus’ part of the gettin’ you here and inside withou’ Niall finding out. Harry is on the actual surprise duty.” Louis says, holding his hands up and looking at the long haired guy standing next to you. You also look up at him and see him smiling. 

“The band is in need of a new guitar tech, I think.” He suggests, a grin spreading across his face. 

“Bu’ we don’ need… oh.” Liam starts and then picks up on what Harry meant, a smile then gracing his face as well. “Shall we let the crew know while you get her ready?” 

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