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All The Time In The World

[One shot - request]

Summary: Olivia is the one in charge of Negan once he’s in jail, but what happens when you’re given the chance to come face to face with the man?

Note: This one shot was requested by the lovely @oceaninwinter


“I really don’t wanna go down there.” Olivia said, shaking her head as she held onto the bucket of hot water.

“Then why do you do it?” You said confused as you looked back at her. You could see just how much she hated her job of having to take care of Negan.

“It’s just the job Rick gave to me, and I thought I could handle it.” She said, walking hesitantly to the basement door of the abandoned building you were currently in.

“Don’t. I’ll go.” You said with a shrug, “It can’t be that hard.”

You hadn’t been with the group long, you weren’t around for this whole “war” that they often talked about, which led to the way they were living their lives now. You always heard about the man they called Negan, but had never met him, but from the things that you had heard - all the stories - he was someone that everyone once feared, and for good reason. If half of what you heard was true, then he was terrifying. It made you nervous to even offer to trade jobs with her, but you saw how much she truly despised it, and figured that it would be easier on you than her. Your job was to stay upstairs and keep an eye out for anything suspicious, and having full permission from Rick to take Negan out if he tried to escape.

“No, (Y/N). I really shouldn’t, I don’t know how Rick would feel about it.” She answered. She was saying no, but you could see in her eyes that she wanted to say yes to it. It wouldn’t take much more pushing of the question to get her to agree.

You crossed you arms, “Rick doesn’t have to know, okay? We won’t tell him.”

“Negan would tell him.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Why would he do that?” You were genuinely confused now.

“That statement alone let’s me know that you don’t need to do this, (Y/N). He can’t be trusted, you don’t know him like the rest of us.” She warned.

You were beginning to grow just a little annoyed. You were offering her a chance to get out of it, and she seemed to come up with every excuse to say no.

You sighed and took a step closer to her, “I’ll ask him not to tell Rick, okay? And even if he tells him, so what? We’ll tell Rick you don’t wanna do this anymore. You can sit up here and keep a lookout while I deal with him.”

She pressed her lips together with a worried expression on her face, thinking it over until finally have you a reluctant nod, “Okay, okay.. I’ll let you do it.”

“Alright.” You said, your face was a blank expression, but inside you were nervous and intrigued all at once, you were finally gonna meet the man everyone has been afraid of.

She handed over the bucket of water to you, “You take this, and let him clean up.” She trailed off as she reached into her pocket to pull out a small leather pouch, “You’ll need this too if he wants to shave.. I’m assuming you know how to use one of these?” She said as she pulled a flap back on the pouch to reveal a straight razor.

You nodded, “It can’t be that hard, I just know I’d have to be extra careful.. I’m shaving him?” You said with a confused expression.

“Yes, you do. We never let him do it himself. You should also make sure that he keeps his distance.” She said, giving you a concerned look.

“You’re talking like he’s psychotic, or something, Olivia.” Your forehead creased.

“I don’t say it lightly, (Y/N). Keep your guard up at all times.. Here, you’ll need this, too, obviously.” She said as she reaching into her pocket, pulling out a small shiny object - it was the key to Negan’s cell.

You nodded again and stuffed the leather pouch into your pocket, taking the key from her, “I will.” You turned the knob of the basement door slowly, the creaking of it disturbing the silence, the draft of cold, damp air hitting you. You gave Olivia one more glance before you turned to walk down the rickety wooden steps as she shut the door behind you tightly. You had to admit you were a bundle of nerves going down there, you were shaking and it wasn’t from the cool air of the drafty basement. When you got to the bottom step, you took a moment to collect yourself, taking in a deep breathe. You could see the makeshift cell that has been welded against the wall. You glanced nervously into the darkened cell, just barely being able to make out a silhouette of the man named Negan.
You jumped suddenly when a voice sounded from the other side of the bars.

“Y'know I started to fuckin’ ask when Olivia had such a dramatic goddamn weight loss.” A deep voice said in a cheeky tone.

You approached the bars cautiously, setting down the bucket, “I’m not Olivia.”

“Yeah, I kinda fuckin’ figured that out on my own.” He said matter-of-factly. You could hear scraping on the concrete floor as his silhouette became bigger, he must have been sitting on the floor. You were finally granted your first glimpse of the man as he approached the bars, feeding his arms through them. You weren’t disappointed with the sight, he was tall, and more handsome than you had expected him to be. He was sporting a full beard, but his hair was short and slicked back against his skull, compared to his beard it must have been cut recently. You looked down at your feet for a moment, not being able to keep contact with his dark, intimidating eyes for very long.

“Where the fuck is my dear, Olivia? Not that I’m complaining, this is a nice fuckin’ change of scenery.” He said slowly, you looked back to see his tongue darting from between his lips. You could feel his eyes on your body, and suddenly you lost your voice.

“You’re not gonna fuckin’ ignore me now, are you?” He spoke sternly, regaining your attention.

You shook your head quickly, “No sir- I mean, Negan. She’s- she’s upstairs. I traded with her.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Sir? That’s fuckin’ sweet of you. What’s your name, darlin’?”

Your mouth relaxed into a thin line, “(Y/N)”

He gave you a dangerous, yet charming smirk, “That is a beautiful name.”

You bit your lip, trying not to let a smile break through, “Thank you.” You fiddled with your fingers absentmindedly as the silence filled the air again.

Negan leaned against the bars, “You seem pretty fuckin’ nervous.”

“Well, you are pretty infamous around here.” You admitted.

Negan chuckled, letting his teeth scrape over his bottom lip, “Yeah? According to fuckin’ who - Rick?”

You nodded slowly, “Him and the others. I’ve heard things.”

“You don’t look too fuckin’ familiar to me. I’m guessing you’re new?” He smirked cockily.

You were still nervous, but there was something about him that made you relax just a bit, and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing that had a chance of getting you into some deep shit.

“I am. I wasn’t around for the war that everyone talks about. I’ve been here for about 3 months, give or take a few weeks.”

His lips parted as he gave you a coy grin, “I’ve been stuck behind these fuckin’ bars for almost a year now. After hearing the stories, you didn’t even fuckin’ bother to pay a visit to the resident jail bird, darlin’?”

You gave him a weak smile and shrugged, “Well I imagine you wouldn’t want people to come down here to gawk at you like a caged animal, and frankly, I was scared.”

“But I am a fuckin’ animal, sweetheart.” He said confidently, his white teeth peekimg through his lips.

He has a dark look in his eyes, that was almost.. Seductive.. The way his eyes trailed over you as he said it made you realize that he was hinting that he was an animal not just for his crimes, but for a more primal reason. A sudden, familiar heat rose up inside of you, a heat you hadn’t felt In a long time, and one that you so often ached to feel again. It was startling, you bit down on your lip hard, almost certain you had broken the skin. Negan making you feel this way - especially so soon - was wrong, it made you uncomfortable and excited all at once. You did your best to keep your composure as you felt the dampness between your legs increasing. You had to avert your eyes away from him again, his stare was so intense. You were sure he’d see right through you, and if he did, he spared you the embarrassment of letting it be known.

“Sweetheart, are you gonna give me my bucket of water any fuckin’ time soon? I’d like to use it before it gets cold.” He said, parting his hands as he leaned his head against a cell bar.

You closed your eyes, exhaling a shaky breath and dipped your hand into your pocket to pull the key out, “Yes, I’m sorry.” You approached his cell door, glancing at him timidly as you reached out to shove the key into the lock, turning it until there was a click. You pulled the door slowly, your hands gripping so tightly around one of the bars that your knuckles were turning white for fear he was going to dart from behind the bars. You held your breathe as he pulled his arms back through the bars and sauntered over to the door. He towered over you, forcing you to look up to meet his gaze and up close it was even more intimidating and.. Sexy. If he took it upon himself to try to escape there’s no way in hell you could have stopped him. He gave you a sly smirk as he bent down to grab the bucket and take it back into his cell, and it took everything in you to keep you from melting then and there. There was something about that man that was absolutely intoxicating. You weren’t the kind of woman to swoon for a man who gave you just the least bit of attention, but even you couldn’t deny the charm that radiated off of him.

You backed away from the cell, leaving the door ajar. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do next, you felt your cheeks flush red again as you glanced over to see the white t-shirt he was wearing being pulled from his body. He was toned and had a few stray tattoos here and there, most notably being the cross on his left arm. If the top half looked this good, what else did he have hidden away under his clothes? You brushed the thought away, scolding yourself internally for thinking such a thing.

You could feel your palms getting clammy, “I should give you some privacy.”

He snorted and dipped a rag into the bucket, “Don’t fuckin’ get shy on my account, darlin’. Sweet thing usually fuckin’ sits over there and reads until I’m done.” He said gesturing to a chair in the corner of the room.

“Oh.. Right.” You said bashfully as you turned quickly, heading for the chair before he could take anymore clothes off. You sat down, keeping your eyes at your feet, trying to hold back your temptation to sneak a peek at this man. You tapped your foot lightly on the ground, you could hear the unzipping of his pants now and your eyes scanned along the floor momentarily, but they snapped back to your feet once his voice sounded again.

“How do you fuckin’ like it around here?” He said, sloshing water around in the bucket.

You gave a shrug, assuming that he was looking at you, “It’s nice. It’s sort of boring, but with the way stuff is now, I guess I should be thankful for a boring life.”

You heard him chuckle, “You don’t strike me as a boring girl, darlin’. You look like your prone to getting into some shit.”

You smirked, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that. A few moments passed, the silence fell over the room again, the only sound to be heard was the sound of water. Your temptation was beginning to override you and your curiosity had taken over you, your eyes trailed along the floor again. Fuck it. You eyes quickly darted forward, making contact with his bare body, and the sight was not disappointing either. Your eyes widened at the sight, your legs clenched involuntarily as felt the dampness between to legs beck not noticeable than before. This man was supposed to be so terrible and evil, but here you were lusting after him after you just met.

“It you want a better fuckin’ look at my dick, just say so, sweetheart.” His deep time called, breaking your concentration on his body.

You had a look of guilt on your face as you met his eyes in embarasment. He stood there, smirking as he dropped the rag back into the bucket.

You closed your eye tightly, shaking your head, “I- I’m sorry.” You opened one eye back up slowly.

He bit his lip, “It doesn’t fuckin’ bother me, darlin’. Don’t get much fuckin’ action from women these days, and try as I fuckin’ might, your other half up there won’t give me the time of fuckin’ day.. Is she a goddamn carpet muncher or something?” He said as he pulled his pants back on.

You chewed your lip “No, I don’t think so..”

He sniffed and gave you a shrug as he walked out of his cell, setting the bucket outside, his shirtless chest still glistening from the water running down it, “Could’ve fooled me. Shit, I’ve been trying to get her for months - and nothing - not even a sad eyecontactless handjob.”

Your lips parted slightly as your hand clamped over your face, trying to stifle back laughter.

He sucked his teeth as he walked forward, “Is it that amusing, babydoll?”

You shook your head, “I’m sorry. After all the things I’ve heard.. I never expected you to be funny.”

He shrugged and gave you a smile, “It wasn’t a joke, but what-the-fuck-ever. Do you have the razor, darlin’. I’d like to get this goddamn bush off my face.” He said run in his hand through his beard.

You gave a nod as you stood up, “I do.” You pulled the chair to the middle of the room to let him sit in it. He watched you intently as you pulled the leather pouch from your pants pocket to take the razor out.

“I’m not gonna lie, I don’t really know what I’m doing with this.” You confessed, your eyebrows knitting together.

He intertwined his hands behind his head as he leaned back in the chair “Just try not to slit my fuckin’ throat, darlin’. You’re gonna need to sharpen it first of all.”


He closed his eyes with a smirk, “See this belt looking shit right here?” He said reaching around the back of the chair to pull on what looked like a strip of leather, “You sharpen it with this.”

“Okay, then I definitely don’t know what I’m doing.” You huffed, running a hand over your face.

“Here, give it to me.” He said reaching out for it.

You backed up quickly, pulling the arm that held it behind you. Giving him a hostile look. Did he think you were that stupid?

He gave you a call smile and blinked, “I’m serious. Look, if I wanted to fuckin’ escape, I wouldn’t need a dull fuckin’ straight razor to do it, babydoll.” He said leaning forward, his tone was serious, not the joking-nonchalant one he had been using the majority of the time.

You knew it was probably a terrible idea, and your mind was screaming at you not to do it, but you couldn’t help but believe him, and his natural charm wasn’t any help in keeping you cautious of him for very long. You let out a breathe and took a slow step towards him, reaching out to give it to him. You felt the chills run down your body when his hand made contact with yours, his fingers lingering over your skin longer than they should have before he pulled back, taking the one object he shouldn’t have been allowed do have in his hand. You had to let your mind adjust to the situation, you could only imagine Olivia’s face if she she saw this shit. You took a step back as you carefully watched the razor in his grasp as he stepped to the back of the chair, pulling the leather strap tightly to run the blade of the razor back and forth across it. This was a dangerous situation, and you knew it, but it seemed to excite you further at the same time. You could see the muscles in his bare arm flexing each time he moved. Your teeth found your bottom lip again, giving it a generous tug as you watched him. It was so easy to go into a trance-like state while you watched him, any movement he made being done with fluidity and ease, only making you all the more intrigued by him. You listened to the scraping of the blade against the leather, it was somewhat soothing as it eased the tense air of the room. You were snapped out of your transfixed state when when the scraping stopped. You swallowed, there was a lump im your throat when he turned back towards you, the sharpened razor still in his hand. You exhaled shakily.. Was this it? Was he gonna slit your throat and escape? So many thoughts were running through you as he stepped towards you, your body tensing, preparing for whatever he was going to do next. But you relaxed just as fast as you had been bracing yourself for something terrible.

He folded the razor back into itself, extending his arm to hand it over to you, “Might wanna be extra fuckin’ careful, sugar. It’s sharp as shit, and I’m not in the mood to get my throat slit today.”

You took it from his hand, giving him an obedient nod, surprised that he even gave it back to you at all, “I handn’t planned on it.” You smirked.

He finally sat back down, giving you some peace of mind when he did so. You walked around the the back of the chair to a small table that sat beside the wall. It was obviously Olivia’s setup for when she had the job of shaving him. You grabbed a can of shaving cream that sat on it and a clean rag before walking back over to him. His hands were back behind his head again, and his legs were kicked out as if he didn’t have a care in the world. You had to admit, you sort of admired that about him. He truly didn’t give a shit.

You held the can out to him, “I’m sure this part you can manage yourself, right?” You said teasingly.

He gave you a challenging expression and reached out to take the can from you, “You’ve sorta got a fuckin’ attitude on you, don’t you?”

“No more than you seem to have.” You brushed some hair behind your ear, giving a small smile as he began to cover his beard with shaving cream, “Females with an attitude intimidate you, or something?”

He ran his hand over his beard, his eyes shifting to you, giving you an almost dangerous look, and you decided at that moment maybe you should choose your words more carefully, he was still some who was unpredictable in his actions. His eyes narrowed as they continued to burn into yours as he handed the can back to you.

“No. I’ve always had a fuckin’ thing for the ones with an attitude.. They were always more fun to break.” He said, clearing his throat.

You turned quickly to bring the can back to the table, happy to get away from his gaze for another moment, mainly because you didn’t want him to see you blushing, yet again. It was beginning to get ridiculous. You took in a breath and walked back in from of him, opening up the razor slowly as you stood beside him, your nervousness growing again once you realized you were going to get extra up close and personal with him. You knew it wasn’t that you were were fearful of him harming you, it was for the fact that it would be would no secret to him now that you were weakened by his charming nature.

You stood there for a moment, overlooking his features before you finally reached out, placing your free hand on his head. He complied easily enough, tilting his head to the side as your brought down the razor, being careful not to cut him as you slid it down his cheek, listening to the scraping of it against his skin. He often shifted his eyes, looking at you out the corner of them. Once the first stroke was done, you were a little more confident in what you were doing.

“Shit, that was easy enough, huh?” He said as you wiped the razor on the rag, before bringing it back up to his skin again.

“Yeah, you’re still alive. I’d say I’m not doing too bad.” You smirked.

“Tell me something about your fuckin’ self, darlin’. You got yourself a man.. Or a fuckin’ woman? Can’t imagine something as pretty as you is single.” He said shifted his eyes over to you once, again giving you another sly grin.

You shook your head slowly, trying to keep your concentration as the razor glided across his skin again, “No. I was with someone, but that was a very long time ago.”

Negan hummed softly, giving you that dangerous look again. It had become apparent now that, that look made you susceptible to becoming very hot and bothered. The thought of throwing your leg over him and taking a seat brushed across your mind, you wondered how he would react. You bit the inside of your cheek roughly for letting these intruding thoughts keep popping into your mind. You finally finished with one side of his face, you looked down at his legs that were splayed out, blocking you.

You looked at him timidly, “Could you uh- your legs.”

“Sure fuckin’ thing, sweetheart.” He said clearing his throat as he sat up straight in the chair.

You moved in front of him, noting mentally that you were in the perfect position to straddle him for real now. You closed your eyes briefly. These thoughts didn’t seem like they were ever gonna stop, and you weren’t sure that you really wanted them to. You leaned forward, your hands sliding into his hair again, the sound of the razor over his skin filling the room. You followed his gaze and he made no effort to hide the fact that his eyes were locked onto your cleavage, his teeth brushing over his bottom lip. As if you weren’t hot enough over him already, the sight of lust in his eyes as he stared at your full breasts through the thin shirt you were wearing surely did it for you. You gave a small, mischievous smirk to yourself and leaned down a little further, making it seem like you wanted to be extra precise in shaving him, but in reality, you were teasing him, but of course he knew it. He raised his eyes up to you, meeting yours again. It was a dark, hungered look in his eyes and you could see his jaw flaring as he clenched his teeth tightly. You had to look away from him again, it was more intense than any stare he had given you yet, and you could feel your core clenching around nothing as your arousal began to meet it’s peak. At this point, you weren’t sure who was driving who crazy. The sexual tension in the room was no secret. It was a heavy, aching feeling.

As you got to the last bit of hair, you tried to shave it quickly. As you stood over him, your breast still in his face, you could feel the warmth of his fingertips as they brushed lightly over your legs. You swallowed hard as they rested lightly on the outside of your jeans. He was testing you to see how far you’d let him go, and at this point you were a practically a puddle beneath him, willing to let him do whatever he wanted, but trying - and failing - to keep that a secret. Once you finally finished, you backed up slowly from him, folding the razor back down and walked over to the table to set it down, grabbing another clean rag to hand to him.
He took it and wipe off the remnants of the shaving cream.

“You’re all done.” You said, exhaling, “Is that all you needed?”

He finished wiping his face and tossed the rag back onto the table before looking at you again, “That’s not all I fuckin’ need, darlin’.”

You were both locked in a staring competition now. Neither of you looked away, and you getting up the courage to not shy away from him this time as the sexual tension in the room seemed to boil over. You inhaled deeply, unwavering as you took one step towards him.

“What is it?” You said. You stood firm, but your voice was shaking.

He reached out again, letting a hand wrap around your thigh this time, running to your back, and down to grab your ass. A silent sign escaping your lips. Every nerve in your body seemed like it was on fire, and once Negan sensed that you were just as starved for some contact as he was. He wasted no time in yanking you down to him. You gasped quickly as the sudden jerk of your body as he brought you down to his lips, kissing you hungrily as his tongue darted between your lips. You held onto the back of the chair, finally getting to fulfill your though of straddling him as you threw one leg over him, settling down into his lap. You could feel how hard he was as his cock pressed against your already soaked slit through your jeans. You let out another sigh as his tongue continued to explore your mouth, both his hands now gripping your ass firmly. Your first instinct was to grind into him, and before you knew it, your hips were rolling against his doing your best to make contact with his member trying to relieve some of the ache you felt deep in your core. He seemed to take note of how desperate you were to feel something. He brushed his hands back over your thighs, unbuttoning your pants quickly. You gritted your teeth when a hand found it’s way inside, teasing your wetness with his fingers, your hips involuntarily bucking into his hand, causing a finger to slide inside of you, making you moan. He brought a free hand up to wrap around your neck. You could see the pure lust on his face as he watched you ride his fingers.

“Shit, I missed that goddamn feeling.” He growled seductively, he buried his face into your chest, biting and pulling at your shirt with his teeth, moving up to your neck to suck at the delicate skin. You knew him leaving marks would be a bad idea, but at the moment you didn’t care and you wanted him to mark you everywhere. Your hands fiddled with the button on his pants, finally getting them open as you reached into his jeans to stroke his hard cock. He grunted eagerly as he let the hand on your neck slide down to your breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of your shirt.

“Get this shit off, baby.” He ordered, tugging at your shirt roughly.

You complied immediately, lifting it over your head to throw it to the floor. He brought his hands around you, unhooking your bra with little effort, letting it fall from your body as he stuck his head into your breasts, grasping at them with his free hand, biting and sucking at your nipples as you continued to ride his fingers. By this point, his fingers were coated in your juices, he thumbed at your clit roughly.
You let your hand work up and down the shaft of his cock, moaning softly each time his fingers sunk deeper inside of you with each strike you made, but you wanted him inside of you, you wanted him to fuck you mercilessly while you writhed beneath him. Your free hand tangled in his hair as his face was still buried firmly in your breasts, your hips rocking vigorously on his fingers. He finally lifted his head back up, kissing you roughly, biting your bottom lip.

“You ever fucked in a jail cell before?” He purred seductively in your ear.

He said it as if it was a question, but you both knew it wasn’t. He was telling you what he was going to do to you, and you were more than willing to let him have his way.

“There’s a first time for everything.” You breathed back as he pulled his fingers from you, leaving you aching even more than you were and whimpering for his touch again as he left you with an empty feeling.

You released his cock, wrapping you arms around his neck as his strong arms held you close to him as he stood up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you back to his cell. It was dimly lit inside of it, you didn’t even notice the cot that sat against the wall until he threw you onto it. You pulled yourself up as he stood in for of you, sliding his pants down to his hips, just enough to release his cock. You licked your lips as you watched him, finally getting a good view of just how big he was. Your hands trailed down to the front of your jeans, teasing your sensitive slit through them.

“Get on your knees.” He growled, walking forward to wrap your hair around his fist, you sighed as you propped yourself onto your knees, preparing yourself for what was next. With his fist in your hair he guided you towards him, your mouth opening for him as his cock slipped inside. You could taste the precome that had beaded on the head of his member, dragging your tongue over the tip, lapping it up immediately. He groaned, tilting his head down as his grip tightened on you, you let your lips wrap tightly around his shaft as your head bobbed up and down on him, taking in as much of his cock as you could until you could feel yourself on the verge of gagging, but you wanted to impress him, so you pushed the thought away as you shoved your own head down on his cock even further. response, he let out a moan, bucking his hips into your mouth, you could feel his cock in the back of your throat now, and you were surprised at the amount of control he had. For someone who hadn’t been with an actual woman in a while, you expected him to fuck your throat until it was raw - something you weren’t completely opposed to.

“Jesus Christ, darlin’.” He groaned, forcing his hips against your mouth, causing you to cough, but you didn’t stop sucking him, you let your tongue work up and down his length each time you bobbed your head up and down, doing your best to drive him crazy. You brought your hand up, swirling your tongue around his head, popping it in and out of your mouth lazily, letting your hand pump him, causing more precome to bead out of him. He let out a throaty grunt and pushed you off of him.

You smiled, biting your lip as he looked down at you, his eyes narrowed in a seductive expression as he leaned down, curling his fingers over the top of your jeans, ripping them off of you. You breathed heavily as he did so, not sure how much longer your could hold out. He pushed you back further on the bed as he grasped your legs, raising them to his shoulders as he nestled himself between your legs, kissing and biting hard at your thighs, making you yelp at the feeling, pain mixed with pleasure. You knew it was going to leave bruising tomorrow. He licked your slit through your panties, he was already getting to taste you as your had completely soaked through them, thanks to how turned on he had gotten you before sex was even thought of between the two of you. You laid your head back on the cot, reveling in the feeling of having someone’s tongue on you in such an intimate way again. You had almost forgotten how it felt, and when Negan did it, it felt even better than you had ever remembered it feeling. He brought his finger up to play with your clit through your panties, making you suck in sharp breathes, you were close to begging him. He pulled them to the side, dragging his finger up and down your folds, letting them slide in and out of you, creating a wet sound. Your back arched, his tongue pressed firmly again your clit as he lapped up your juices, his fingers thrusting in and out of you.

“Oh my God.” You moaned as you felt his tongue slide into you. You pulled his hair roughly, strands of it wrapped around your fingers.

“Is that what you fuckin’ like, baby?” He said, biting your wet lips.

“Yes.” You whimpered, you had bent completely to his will and were a mess beneath him, and craving his cock inside of you.

You pulled up on his hair, silently letting him know to come back up to you, “I want you, Negan.”

He leaned forward, kissing and biting his way back up your body, you gripped the sheets, loving the way your skin felt between his teeth. Your legs wrapped around him tightly once his face met yours, yours lips crashing into each other as he grinded against you. You could feel his throbbing cock teasing your aching pussy as he slipped the head in briefly, pulling back out. You whined in protest, bringing your hands back up to dig your nails into his skin, he let out a growl, wrapping his hands around your neck.

“You want this fuckin’ cock, babydoll?” He purred into your ear, nipping at your neck as he drug his teeth across your skin.

“Yes.. Please!” You answered back, letting your legs tighten around him even more.

He gave you a devilish smile as he pushed himself into you, letting all of his length slide into you at once, you lifted your hips up to his, feeling so much pleasure as he filled you up completely. You laid your head back, breathing deeply as he started with a few slow pumps into you, your walls already clenching themselves around his cock.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a pussy this goddamn tight, darlin’.” He growled, bucking his hips against you, forcing himself deeper in, causing to to cry out. Your nails sinking further into his skin. He was going to have a few marks of his own after you were finished. He squeezed your neck, creating a delightful sensation as he started to grind himself in and out of you vigorously, the sound of wet skin smacking against each other accompanied with your moans. You bit down on your lip quickly, remembering Olivia upstairs.

“She’s gonna hear us.” You squeaked as he continued ramming himself into you, grunting into your ear.

“You’re just gonna have to be fuckin’ quiet, baby.” He said seductively, putting his other hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

He slammed his hips into you violently, making you cry out, your voice soften by the cover of his hand as his cock hit the back of your walls. He kept it up for a while, your legs seeming to wrap around him tighter with each thrust, his cock now completely slick with your wetness as he slide in and out with ease. You were glad that his hand was covering your mouth, your moans became louder and more frequent as he had his way with you. You finally released the grip you had on him, a thought coming to your mind.

“Take me from behind. Fuck me hard.” You begged him, turning your body slightly.

He widened his eyes, smiling and he bit your lip, “Turn the fuck over, sweetheart.”

You gave him a nod, turning yourself over on the cot as you bent yourself down as far as you could, sticking your backside into the air for him. You felt a hard slap on your ass, forcing you to jerk away from him, but also wanting him to keep it up. He placed his hands on your ass, pulling you back against him as he slid into you with ease again, he gave your ass another had slap, making you moan again. You clamped a hand over your mouth, realizing the moan was louder than it should have been. He brought his hand down as he thrust into you, holding your own hand against your mouth.

“Easy, babydoll. You don’t wanna get us fuckin’ caught do you?” He smirked, slamming his hips into you again. The pleasure overtaking you, causing you to collapse into the cot as you shook your head.

You finally lifted your head back up, wanting to take some control of your own as you pushed yourself back into him, causing him to slip out of you. You turned around to face him as he stood there, looking at you confused for a moment. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I wanna ride you.” You said bluntly, clenching your legs together as you were still feeling aftershocks of pleasure.

“Goddamn, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you, darlin’?” He smirked as he sat down, leaning back into the wall, stroking himself as you crawled to him, throwing your legs at his side as you lowered yourself down onto his cock. You gritted your teeth, making sure to keep your voice down as much as you could. You rocked your hips against his, just like you had done on the chair. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, only making you more eager to ride him. His hands cupped around your breasts, giving them a generous squeeze as he brought his mouth down to let his tongue swirl around your nipples. You buried your face in his neck to dull your moans. He smelled amazing and you kissed his neck, sucking the skin as he tugged at your nipple with his teeth. You bucked your hips hard against him. He moved his hands down to your hips to guide your rhythm how he wanted, still managing to maintain control even with you on top. You were starting to come to your peak, you could feel the build up of the orgasm and you already knew that it was going to be intense. You continued to thrust your hips against his, his cock slid in and out of you. You slammed yourself down onto it, causing a loud grunt to escape Negan’s lips as he clenched his jaw, giving you a dangerous stare. He continued to slam you down into his hips, only bringing you closer and closer to the edge until you were spilling over it.

“Shit, I gonna come!” You cried as you felt your walls grip around him even tighter than they had before, you could feel how wet you were making his dick as you climaxed. You buried your head further into his neck as you couldn’t help but scream, luckily it was muffled against his skin.

“That’s it, darlin’, fuckin’ come for me.” He groaned as you continued to ride him throughout your orgasm, desperately wanting him to finish with you. His grunts were becoming louder as he went into an animalistic state, forcing you down as hard as he could onto his cock.

“Motherfucker.” He growled, his fingers gripping around your waist tightly. You breathed heavily as you kept up your pace, but knowing you were already spent.

“Negan.” You moaned back in his ear.

He bucked his hips against yours for a few more times and you knew he was close. He kissed you hard on the mouth, his tongue forcing it’s way in.

He gave one last groan before he pulled you up roughly off of him, “Fuck, darlin’.” He threw you down onto the cot, quickly lifted himself above you as he stroked his cock a few times before you felt the warmth of the spurts as he came on your chest and abdomen, stroking himself dry. You let out a breath as a leaned down to you, both arms outstretched to hold his weight above you as he kissed you roughly once more. You both took a minute to catch your breathe and gather your thoughts. That had really just happened, and you were more satisfied than you had been in a long time. Negan lifted himself up off the cot as he pulled his pants back up. You sat up slowly on the edge of the cot, looking around for something to clean yourself up with, and before you could get up, he was handing you a rag and your clothes.

You scoffed as you took them, “Trying to get rid of me that quick?”

He rolled his eyes, “Fuck no, darlin’. I’d let you fuckin’ stay, but our dear Olivia is probably getting fuckin’ suspicious.”

You sighed as you wiped off your body, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” After you were cleaned up, you put your clothes on quickly as you got up to gather your things. Negan leaned against the bars of the cell, a satisfied grin on his face.

“Please fuckin’ tell me I’m gonna see if if you again, darlin’.” He said, sticking his arms through the bars again.

You looks back at him and smiled as you stuffed the razor back into your pocket and picked up the bucket of now cold water, “I have a feeling that I’ll be trading jobs with Olivia. If she’s not gonna reap the benefits of it, then I will.” You bit your lip as you closed the door to the cell, turning the key to lock it and stuffed the key back down into your pocket quickly, “It’s just a damn shame I have to lock you back up.”

“They couldn’t fuckin’ handle it if I was on the loose, baby.” He said, giving you a wicked smirk.

You blushed, looking at the ground momentarily, before you gave him a flirty look, “You really are an animal, Negan.”

“I’m a man of my fuckin’ word.” He shrugged, giving you an ‘I told you so’ look.

You nodded, “Well, as a man of your word, how about don’t mention to Rick I was down here when you see him? He’d probably put me off the job.”

He inhaled and ran his tongue over his lips, “Usually I’d fuckin’ say no. I get real fuckin’ pleasure from making Rick’s life difficult, but for that amazing pussy you just gave me - that I definitely want again - my lips are sealed, darlin’.”

“Good.” You smiled. You started to walk forward, but his outstretched arm caught you quickly. You looked over at him, “What?”

“You forgetting something?” He smiled as he pulled you to him to kiss you hard one last time through the bars. He pulled back to look down at you, “By the way, I’m fuckin’ keeping these.” He said as he reached down into his pocket, pulling his arm back up to show you your balled up panties in his hand.

You giggled, your face turning red, “They’re all yours, Negan. Keep it as a souvenir.”

“I’m thinking you fuckin’ sneak down here tomorrow, babydoll.”

You looked up at him one more time, a mischievous look on your face, “I had planned on it.”

He gave you an approving nod as you both kissed once more. He reluctantly let you go, and watched you walk back up that rickety staircase until you were completely out of his sight.



anon requests:

Can you do an imagine where Cameron kisses you and is really touchy/clingy with you all the time and the guys tease him about it but you love it and think it’s cute? Thank you ilysm 💕💖

Hey love, Wondering if it was possible for you to write an imagine where you and Cameron have a heavy make out session where you give each other hickies, grind etc?

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The setting sun cast a golden glow across your eyes as the end of the day drew near. You sat on the edge of the pool, swishing your toes into the cool water as you watched Cameron mess around with the guys. He’d invited a bunch of them over;  the Jack’s, Nash, and Aaron. The guys were tangled in the grass in a wrestling match that you couldn’t help but laugh at, and as they rolled through the greenery, you saw Cam’s head poke up to look at you. His big goofy grin spread across his face as he cheesed at you happily from across the garden, so you reciprocated the gesture. You heard him say something, and then untangle himself from the boys to come jog over to your side. He plopped down on the warm stone beside you, and dipped his own feet into the water.

“Hey gorgeous,” he said happily.

“Hey Cam,” you grinned, “having fun?”

“Mm,” he shrugged, “I think it’s more fun when I’m with you.”

He kicked his foot up, sending water droplets all over your legs, and looking pleased about it, too.

“Cameron!” you pouted and gave him a shove whilst you scooted away from him.

“Sorry, but I couldn’t miss the opportunity,” he chortled.”Now come back here, I wanna hold you.”

You raised your head and threw him a glare, trying not to break your angry facade.

“I know you can’t stay angry at me,” he teased.

Your face melted into a smile as you scooted back to his side, “Well, you’re right.”

You put your feet back in the water, bending your head down to stare at the crystal ripples across the surface of the pool. You saw Cameron’s wavering reflection in the water, his eyes on you as he noticed a stray hair in your face that he tucked gently away behind your ear.

“You’re really beautiful, but I like you better when you’re not just a reflection,” he said, signalling that he wanted your attention.

You giggled and raised your head, turning to lock eyes with Cameron. His big brown eyes held yours, his bronzed skin glowing under the light of the sun as he wrapped a warm arm around your waist. He bit at his round lower lip, his thumb gently caressing your back, but he only brought himself close enough to you that small gap lay between your mouth and his.

“Fine well if you’re not gonna kiss me,” you joked and pretended to pull away, causing Cameron to pull you forward and laugh into your lips. You brought your arms into a lock around his neck, Cameron’s hands holding your face to his as he molded his warm and soft lips gently into yours. He smelled like the freshly cut grass and he tasted like heaven, so much so that you found your chests pressed together, your nails digging into his skin as you urged him for more.

Suddenly, you were interrupted by a loud whistle, and out of nowhere a huge wave of water crashed over you and Cam. You stuttered and pulled your lips from his, wiping the water out of your eyes and turning to face four smug faced boys in the pool. The Jack’s, Aaron and Nash whooped at you from the water, “Sorry, did we interrupt you?” they called sarcastically.

You stuck your tongue out at them and folded your arms, “At least I have someone to kiss right now.”

Johnson shook out his blonde hair like a dog and swam at you, his hands grabbing at your exposed legs, “Say it again,” he dared.

Cameron kicked at Johnson’s shoulder with his own foot, “C’mon, give it a rest.”

Jack raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Can’t keep your hands off her for five minutes can you?”

“Don’t you get sick of him?” laughed Gilinsky.

Nash swam to the poolside and plopped down right between you and Cam, forcing you apart.

“Guys,” you smiled, eyeing Cameron, who’s cheeks were flared in embarrassment.

“I wonder what would’ve happened if we’d left Cameron for one more minute,” said Johnson.

“He was all over you, (Y/N),” Aaron added.

“I like him like that,” you smirked and extended your hand to Cam, who stared at it questioningly.

Nash grabbed your hand before he could take it, and laced his fingers right into yours. “Awh, look, we’re holding hands,” he sung out at Cameron.

Aaron and the others began swimming towards Cameron at the same time.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” you asked them.

“Stop,” Cameron hissed as Nash pushed him towards the water, the other boys dragging him down.

“Ca-” you started, but he just shook his head at you and let himself be tossed into the water with his shirt on.

When he came up, all the boys had exploded into laughter.

You threw them a glare and kicked Nash back into the water to shut him up.

Cameron hoisted himself out of the water, and began to slink away.

“Babe, wait up,” you called, offering him your dry towel. You were in your bikini, but you’d dried off a while ago, so you stuck your hand out, and Cameron took it halfheartedly. 

He tossed off his soaked shirt and looked himself over, “at least I had my swim shorts on.”

You pursed your lips and nodded, sighing a bit, “Sorry Cam.”

Cameron wrapped the plush white towel around himself, “Not your fault.”

He ran a hand through his brown-golden hair until he had it in place again, his deep brown eyes resting back on yours.

You smiled a bit and ran your fingers through his wet locks, “stray hair,” you smiled.

Cam chuckled sadly, his smile forced.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked. “Please tell me those guys aren’t getting to you.”

Cameron flicked his tongue across his lips, his eyes flickering back to the guys, who were all watching you both.

“Oh come on, babe,” you laughed.

“They won’t stop getting on me being like this about you,” he sighed in frustration.

“I don’t mind, it’s cute” you said.

“But they piss me off so much,” he glared at them.

Your fingers grasped his jaw, making him look at you, “I love you so much,” you smiled wide.

“Am I too clingy?” he responded quietly, his eyes searching your face.

“I could never get enough of you,” you breathed seriously.

His lips twitched, “Your like a drug, (Y/N)”

You folded yourself into his arms, pecking him once, twice, three times. The water droplets sparkling on Cameron’s rippled chest were snuffed out by your skin on his. You moved your face from his, but his hand snapped up, bringing you back into his sugar sweet lips, his breath hot on your face as he paused for air before swooping back down on your mouth. You nipped at his lower lip, your eyes closing, hands moving to his soft hair and letting the sensation of his smooth lips pressing firmly to yours take you away. Cameron tilted his head, crashing his lips to yours for more, his tongue finding its way into your mouth easily. Your tongue slid between Cam’s lips, both your tongue’s fighting for dominance, a low growl rumbling hungrily within Cameron’s throat. You moaned quietly into him, your nails grabbing at his hair, his grip on you unbreakable.

It was Cameron who let go, his chest rising heavily, his lips satisfyingly raw. He brought his hands down onto your curved hips, a smile growing on his face.

“You know they’re all watching us?” you asked.

“Of course,” he smiled and turned you away from the boys, his lips finding your jaw. You bent into him, aware that every second he satisfied you, his eyes were right on the embarrassed boys in the pool. He groaned into your skin, sucking and nibbling at your jaw until he’d left his mark. You let the primal instinct in you take over, your back hitting the wall of the house and closing the space between your bodies. He wasn’t done with you yet, though. You bent your head to the side, Cameron’s hot lips back at your exposed neck and drawing noises of satisfaction from you. His body glued to yours, he held you pinned there, and began to grind his body gently into you, the rhythm of his body on yours matching the pace at which he worked his mouth on your skin.  Flustered and aroused, he detached his lips from your neck, leaving noticeable purple marks across your flesh.  You sighed in satisfaction, nuzzling your head into the crook of Cameron’s neck, one of his hands wrapped tight around your waist, the other holding your head to his sun kissed skin. Cameron ran his fingers through your tangles, dropping a kiss on the top of your head and lifting his head to the distanced boys, who stared dumbfounded at him, drool practically hanging from their open mouths. He threw them a smug expression and momentarily raised his hand to give them all the finger.

“We should go inside,” Cam mumbled faintly into your skin.

“Why?” you asked, raising your eyes to his mischievous ones.

“Because what I’m about to do to you would not be appropriate for the guys to see,” he chuckled.

Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 2 :)

a/n: ok im super nervous about this one. i was requested to do a daddy smut w joker so ill try :) and let me tell you what this joker is like, he’s passionate here about.. making love sooo yeah AND he’s not 100000% maniacal, just a little bit of a maniac. here it goes 

a/n: update - im eating a banana rn :D

characters: Jared Leto!Joker, Reader

warnings: smut, swearing, daddy kink

Ever since the encounter with Mr. J two weeks ago, he was the only thing on my mind. How unfair, I get him as my only thought subject while he gets to have other things on his mind. Like… His business, Batman, police, his henchmen and other problems. I bet he doesn’t think about me at all. But God do I hope he does. What am I to him? A maid? A fuck toy? No thanks. He said he had a liking in me, does that mean I mean something more to him than just sex? I hope. 

Well, I can’t hope for that. We can’t have feelings for each other, that would be wrong - he’s my boss. If he uses me just for sex - that would partly be acceptable. No, no that wouldn’t be. Jesus, what’s gotten into me lately? Have I caught feelings for him? Him? 

If we could keep it as just sex, it would save heartbreak for everyone. I wouldn’t be complaining. I’m not complaining, the sex was just… wow. The best I’ve had. And, it was the only time for me and him. Did he not like me in bed? What if I was bad at it? Oh my God, I hope not.

Every day I was longing for his touch, but the only thing I received was looks and orders. This was really frustrating me. He was so complicated, I couldn’t figure him out in any way. I guess that was his goal. To be mysterious and unpredictable, closed to everyone around. Mr. J was giving me a hard time.

I was cleaning the boss’s own bedroom - which didn’t need much cleaning, but I cleaned it anyway cause there was nothing else to do - when I heard an echo of a door being shut. He must have come back from business. I heard shouts that seemed like happy ones echoing through the house, but just kept cleaning. Guess Mr. J had successful business today. 

I spotted a gun on the floor and bent to pick it up.It was quite heavy.  I hoped my uniform didn’t go up too high because if someone walked in, there would be quite a funny situation. I reached the gun and picked it up, straightening my posture so it would be more comfortable for me to look at it. It was-

“I would prefer the other position, doll.” I heard him speak from far behind me. My body froze, not knowing what to do. I had just picked up his gun. Oh my God, I’m so dead. Had he been watching me? I was so scared I couldn’t even think of what to say, I couldn’t move an inch. Okay, whatever happens, happens.

My breathing was heavy and quiet as I heard him walk up to me from behind and put his firm hands on my hips. What was happening?

“Be a good girl for Daddy and put that thing down, baby girl.” Mr. J spoke lowly and dominantly in my ear, his breath tingling my skin. I swear, my heart almost jumped out of its cage. I was scared, but also turned on a bit. Wait, did he ask me to put it back? But that would mean bending over again. I could just put it on the night stand. Yeah, let’s go with that option. I slowly, with my body shaking, bent forward and put the small weapon on the night stand, with his grip on me tight. 

“Oh baby,” he almost moaned in my ear. “Obedient today, are we?” He said as I bent back up. He pulled me even closer to his front and I could feel his boner through the fabrics of our clothing (a/n: gOD HELP ME I HAVENT WRITTEN SMUT IN LIKE A YEAR SHBSH I FEEL LIKE IM SINNING). I sucked in a sharp breath at the realisation that he was turned on by me. Wait, was it me? Oh my God what’s happening. “Not talking, either?” He asked and laughed lowly. He was turning me on, christ.

Suddenly Mr. J turned me around to face him and pull our bodies even closer, if that was possible at this point. I finally saw him for the first time today and we were finally as close to each other as last time. He looked pretty good, his shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing a bit of his pale chest and tattoos and he had a slight smirk on his face. My mouth unvoluntarily fell agape at the sight before me.

“Do you like what you see, doll?” He said and raised my chin up to him with his hand. His eyes were focused on my face, as if searching my features. “C'mon, talk to me. You haven’t said a word.”

“Y-yes, sir, I-”

“It’s Daddy to you now.” He butted in.

“Yes, D-daddy,” I hesitated a bit. I know I was quite young to be working here - I finished high school a year ago, and he was a few years older than me, but his ‘daddy’ fetish was a little weird. “I j-just-”

“You look like something’s bothering you, can you tell Daddy what’s wrong?”

Can I? I mean, it has to do with him. Nah, I won’t let my self-consciousness ruin this perfect moment.

“It’s n-nothing, nothing’s bothering me, Daddy.”

“Really? Are you not lying to me, baby girl?”

“No, Daddy.”

“I love how it sounds when you say it.” Joker growls at me, making me shiver. His left hand makes its way up my back and soon he’s holding the back of my neck tightly, making me gasp. 

He pulls my face closer to his and connects our lips. Oh, so that’s what’s happening. I hesitate at first, but then put my hands around his neck and kiss him back. The way he kissed me was… with power, force and lust. I loved the combination. 

I moaned when he bit down on my lower lip with his metal teeth, there was more pleasure than pain. He grunted with a smirk and untied the bow that was holding my uniform together and threw it somewhere on the floor. I kicked off my heels before he pulled down my tights, all while our lips moved in sync.

Joker pulled away abruptly, making me whine at the loss of contact. He then tightened his grip on my neck and I got it as my que to be quiet.

“Now, baby girl,” he said, moving his hands to my back, “I’m gonna lay you down.” He said and did as promised, slowly, almost teasingly, laying my back first down on his bed. The covers felt like silk against my bare thighs, they were so soft. Joker leans back up and removes his… armory. He looked great from this point of view. He looked good from every angle, actually.

“You know,” he starts speaking matter-of-factly, ”you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Business went really well, so I’ve got nothing to be angry about. And to come home to such a great view of baby girl cleaning up… makes my day even better.” He finished, opening the lower buttons of his shirt.

“Aren’t you lucky to have me here, all just for you, Daddy?” I asked in a sweet voice, trying to ignore the hundred questions in my mind.

“Of course I am, my dear doll.” He said before getting on the bed and situating himself above me. “But now… it’s time to play a little bit.” He said, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. “What do you say?”

“Sure, Daddy.” I said barely above a whisper. Joker showed me his wicked smile and leaned down to kiss me again. I loved how rough, but soft his lips were, I loved the feeling of them. Mr. J’s hips pressed down on mine and his hands moved up to push my dress off of me. Once it was over my head, he threw it somewhere behind us. Now he was fully clothed with his purple shirt hanging on his torso and I was in only my black matching underwear.

Joker then sat up straight and his eyes raked over my body, mine watching him intently.

“We’ve got something beautiful here.” He stated loudly with a lustful smile. “Aren’t you beautiful, my dear?” He asked rethorically and I couldn’t help but to giggle and bite my lip. I watched as his face lowered down to my neck and he started slowly leaving rough kisses on my skin. I moaned as he traced his lips down my body, the valley of my breasts and he stopped at the middle of my tummy. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said quite sternly. I opened my eyes and looked down at him staring at me, his chin resting on my stomach. “Tell me what you want.” He said. He then turned his head so his cheek was on my stomach and his hands were resting under my body. “What do you want… What do you want… What do you want… Tell me, tell me, tell me…” he said, playing with the skin of my back.

“What re the options, Daddy?” I asked, in a half-moan. This all was turning me on so badly I just wanted him to take me right there, right now.

“Well… we could always just go with the boring option… or we could play games… or I could use my fingers, lips or any toy to make you, doll, pleased.” He said with joy filled eyes. “Today’s your day, baby girl. Daddy’s already happy, and he’ll be even more happy if his doll is.” He finished and I smiled at him. “So make your choice, darling.”

“Oh, Daddy, I would love to have your fingers work wonders on me…” I moaned out. 

“Beg for it, baby girl.”

“Oh, please, please, please, Daddy, I want your fingers so bad.” I whined, shutting my eyes closed. “Daddy, please.”

“You sound desperate, doll, so…” He rose up in a sitting position, straddling the sides of my hips. “I will give you what you want.” Mr. J said, tracing his fingers all over my face, moving them just the way to arouse me. I bet my panties were so wet it was visible. Jesus Christ, the things this man made me feel… 

His fingers moved down to my neck, then to my bra covered chest, kneading and touching it perfectly. Where has he been? He knows how to please a woman so well. He ripped my bra in half and threw it away. Multiple moans left my mouth, getting louder each time.

“Yes, baby, be loud, I love to hear you.” Joker encouraged me, moving his fingers further down my body and stopping just above my underwear. “Where do you want my fingers, doll?” He teased, tracing the line of my underwear with his fingers. “Do you want them…” he said, suddenly cupping my heat and making my back arch up from his bed. “There? Would that be okay with you?” Joker leaned in close to my face, his other hand supporting my back, so we were both sitting up. I put my arms around his neck. “Speak.” He growled.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I managed to choke out. “Right there.” I said just before Joker pressed on my underwear, beginning to trace circles after. “Daddy, that feels s-so good….” I moaned out, dipping my fingers into his skin. He teased my center before moving my underwear to the side and continuing his work without a fabric bothering. “Daddy, please….”

“What? What is it?” Joker asked. “You don’t like it if I tease you, huh? You don’t like that?” He asked with a fake pout on his lips. 

“M-more, please, Daddy…” I begged. I bet there was a satisfied smirk on his face, but I didn’t see. His finger entering me had my eyes closed shut and mouth wide open, high pitched moans leaving it. “Oh, yes…” I sighed in pleasure, only to be interrupted when he added another finger, nearly reaching my G-spot. I almost screamed when he did that, it was more of like a scream and a moan mixed together. Mr. J began to circle them both around in me, bringing me closer to my release any second.

“Are you going to cum on my fingers like the naughty girl you are?” He huskily spoke in my ear, making me near my orgasm even faster. “Go on, do it. Come all over Daddy’s fingers, baby.” He spoke and that was all it took. My body shook, if I hadn’t been holding onto his neck, I’d probably hit the bed hard. With many moans and Mr. J holding me, I finally came to my release.

“Baby, that was wonderful.” He spoke with an audible smirk. I opened my eyes and looked at him, he raised his fingers in my view and licked them clean, humming. “You taste so sweet. I wish I could taste more of you, but not tonight…” Joker said and then leaned forward and kissed me… passionately? It must be a hallucination from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. With as much energy as I had left, I kissed him back, being laid back down on the mattress under Joker’s body. “Now, baby girl, I hope you can take one more.” 

“Of course I can, Daddy.” I replied with a smile. “I can do anything for you.”



“Perfect.” He says and connects our lips again. Joker’s hands then reached down to his pants to unzip them. Soon enough the only thing he was wearing was the shirt, which barely covered anything except his arms. He pulled my panties down my legs and leant back over me. My hands slithered on his chest, reaching under the shirt and tugging it off. Mr. J quickly took it off himself, showing me the whole glory, aka his body. God, he was truly something. I ran my hands over both of his biceps, admiring how strong they were, he was. All his tattoos looked so good on his white skin, it was a total contrast

“Doll, you’ll have another time to analyze my body, but it’s not now.” Joker spoke, aligning himself with my entrance. “I believe we have something better to do now, don’t we?” He said before pushing all the way in, making me yelp out loudly. I had forgot how roughly gentle he was during sex, god… I loved it. I loved everything about him. 

“Please, faster..” I moaned out. Soon enough I got what I wanted, Joker and me both moaning in sync. He kissed down my neck while pounding into me like there was no tomorrow, totally leaving a hickey here and there.

“Are you close, baby?” He whispered lowly.

“I am now…” I said.

“Are you going to cum for the second time tonight, doll?” He teased, knowing just how to speak to get me cum sooner. “Aren’t you a naughty little slut for Daddy?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” It was so hard to speak while he was so deep in me, he was already touching my G-spot again. “Can you p-please go.. Ah! Deeper…” I asked, knowing it’d hurt a bit, but it would be worth it. Joker pushed harder, deeper into me, stretching me out a bit more than before. A string of moans came past my lips when he went probably balls deep in me, and it felt so amazing. “I’m s-so, so close, Daddy…” I moaned out, pulling him closer to me and scratching my nails against the skin of his back.

“Cum, baby, cum for me…” He said shakily, shooting his load in me just as I came undone. My legs were shaking and we were both sweating and breathing heavily. He pulled his member out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. Now one thing I knew about him was that he couldn’t let anyone see him defeated or just… done in general. But he looked quite exhausted now, beaten down. 

J looked at me and turned my face in his direction by grabbing my chin. My eyelids were dropping close already, I could barely see him in front of me. 

“Rest, my doll.” He said. “You did amazing.” Him kissing my lips was the last thing I felt before totally blacking out.



(requested by anon / anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count 
: 4 009
warning  : smut
summary : Kai has set rules when it comes to him and Reader doing things and Reader breaks one of them.😈
* gif by pipesmleah

Kai couldn’t help but smile seeing her curled up on the bed next to him just as the sun was starting to seep through the curtains. It had been seven months since they had met , almost five since they became a couple and during this entire time his life had changed completely , all because of her. Y/N had been the only one to give him a chance and somehow she had found her way into his heart. He loved her more than anything and was pretty sure he’d die if it meant saving her. That’s how much he loved her and knew what he felt was real and the most strongest thing he had felt in his entire life.
    “So absolutely beautiful —” he whispered , kissing her forehead gently before slipping out of their bed to surprise her with breakfast in bed , listening to her heart beating the entire time. He loved listening to her heart beat. It was the most important sound to him because as long as her heart beats , there was a reason for him to be. Without his Y/N , he just felt so damn lost and he never wanted to go back to the person he was without her.
    “So hot in that black shirt and those boxers.” said Y/N biting her lip returning him to reality. “I can’t even - ”
Kai had gotten so lost in his thoughts about the night before while arranging the food tray , he hadn’t even noticed he was no longer alone in the kitchen. He turned around , seeing her push herself off the door frame taking a step inside wearing nothing but his t-shirt barely covering her body. Her hair was still messy and she looked so hot in that moment for a second he forgot what he was doing was a surprise.
    “No , no , no. You are ruining my surprise.” said Kai pushing her out the door, trying very hard not to think how she is 100% naked underneath. “Go back to bed. I’ll be there in five - “
Y/N grabbed the door frame trying her best not to get pushed outside. Last thing she wanted was to sit alone two doors down when what she wanted was right there. Their activities the night before had her so eager to stay in the kitchen with him , it was completely out of her hands. Kai was like a drug to her - the more she had the more she wanted and could never get enough of his touch or his kisses or him in general.
    “Fine. I’ll go.”
    “You will ?” he replied taking a step back from her , studying her face. “You are lying.”
    “Damn right I am.” she said jumping up into his arms , wounding her legs around his waist before smashing her lips against his. Lately his girl just couldn’t keep her hands to herself anymore and he didn’t protest. Kai couldn’t get enough of her or her surprises lately , like sneaking into the shower with him when she was supposed to be at college or pulling him somewhere they could be alone every chance she got.
    “Mmmm I love it when you do that.” he said , shoving her against the wall by the door.
Kai’s lips crashed against hers more greedy than ever pulling the air out of her lungs as always. Her fingers tangled in his hair , pulling him closer to her as if there was anywhere to go. Kai could barely make himself let go off her, specially after the way his girl tugged at his lip at the end of the kiss. He let her go on the ground gently watching her walk out the door , running into the kitchen not a second later.
    "I thought you were going back to bed ?” he bit his lip watching her bend over , looking for something inside the fridge. Kai couldn’t help but stare at her slim legs and her core right there waiting for him. Was the light playing tricks on him or had she started to get wet?
    “Where is it ? Did you eat the last piece of cake for breakfast?”
    "No.” he shortened the distance between them in a few short steps. "As much as I love chocolate , I love having you for breakfast way more. And what is so wrong with my pancakes that you don’t want them this morning?”
    “Who said I don’t want them ? I am starving , why can’t I have both ?”
    “Anything you want , sweetheart.” he said softly , bending over her. Kai snaked one of his hands around her waist while pointing at the chocolate cake with the other , swiping some of the frosting with his finger. Y/N closed her eyes for a moment trying not to think about what they could be doing in that moment , but it was too late for her to even try. She gripped his wrist cleaning out the frosting from his finger pushing her ass back at him while she did. Kai traced his fingertips on her thigh , innocently brushing them against her clit a moment later. He pushed the fridge door closed sliding one of his hands down to her core while the other went the other way , cupping her breasts through his shirt.
    “You are such a naughty girl.” he whispered , sucking on a spot on her neck. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you are already wet. You haven’t played by yourself have you?”
Y/N moaned softly , closing her eyes for a moment when his fingers began drawing soft figure eights on her clit turning her skin on fire again. Ever since Kai and she became a couple and moved in together , her skin rarely had a normal temperature. Not to mention his rules. There was something about ‘rules’ and ‘punishments’ that just did something to her and Kai was being so dominant when it came to them being intimate , it was all driving her completely insane.
    "No.” she moaned, pushing her hips down on his fingers. "But we are not doing this now.”
    “Aren’t we ?” he whispered in her ear. “I think we are. I want you – ”
    “Mmmm no.”
    “ - I always get what I want.” he nibbled on her earlobe , spinning her around a second later. “And right now I want to eat you .”
Kai’s lips smashed against hers , slowly backing her against the fridge taking her breath away completely just like always. He knew what his kiss did to her because the second he pulled away resting his forehead on hers , her heart rate had gone off the charts and her breathing just wasn’t there. Y/N demanded mouth to mouth after every kiss which was more than exciting for him since he felt the same way. Her hands moved up his chest until they hooked around his neck and their lips meet again in a deep passionate kiss just as his crotch pressed against hers, right before he pulled away leaving her breathless again.
    “You look a little dizzy. Are you feeling okay?” he said innocently , lifting her up onto the kitchen counter. His fingers brushed against her cheek and he leaned in a little closer to her. "Maybe you should sit down … or lay down — with me on top of you – while I make you scream my name.”
    “I c-cant breath - ” she grinned for a second before their lips collided again in a hungry demanding kiss. Y/N’s legs wrapped around his waist , pulling herself closer to him while her hands tugged on his shirt pulling it over his head. Five months together and the sight of his bare chest always made her feel tingly on the inside. Y/N bit her lip for a second and she reached her hands towards him wanting to trace every inch of it but Kai held them behind her back.
    “No , no , no.”
Y/N sighed. Out of all the rules the ‘no touching’ one was the one she didn’t like the most. How was she even supposed to keep her hands off him when he looks like that ?! Not possible. There wasn’t even time for her to protest before Kai’s fingers found their way inside her making her moan out , going in to the last knuckle curling around slowly before pulling out and doing it all over again without taking his eyes away for a second.
    "God you look so fucking hot moaning my name while wearing my shirt I just want to bend you over and have my way with you right here.” he whispered resting his forehead on hers.
    "So do it.”
    “You have classes. How are you going to go there if you can’t walk?”
    “Fuck me Malachai –” she moaned not a split second later.
    “Mmmm my sweet little Y/N – You know what happens when you call me that. No way I am letting you go anywhere today. Remember the rules ?”
His girl nodded and he pulled her by the thighs towards him until she was almost completely off the counter. Y/N looked down at him as he placed his hands on her inner thighs parting them a little wider , darting his tongue out , flicking her clit with it without breaking eye contact with her.
    “So delicious - ” he said, pushing his tongue inside her.  
No matter how many times he did that , every time felt more intense and magnified that the last. There was something about the way his tongue curled inside her while his nose brushed against her clit that just got her so crazy. Kai blew a light stream of air onto her clit , dipping his fingers inside her feeling every inch as they curled around before pulling out while he sucked and nibbled on her clit making her feel like she had high fever. His eyes were fixed on hers , darkening with each passing second until they were completely black with lust. Y/N loved that look in his eyes , seeing all the devils dancing in them each time he flicked her clit or his fingers hit her spot.
    "FUck , this feels so good –” she moaned , struggling to keep her eyes open.
Kai couldn’t get enough of seeing his girl looking like that - her mouth semi open , moans mixed with whimpers leaving her lips and the thing that turned him on the most — his name rolling off her tongue constantly while he devoured her hungrily unable to stop even if he wanted to. He loved how her body responded to every touch , to very curl of his fingers -
    "Look at those walls clench around my fingers.” he cooed. “I could never get enough of having them do that around me. ”
Y/N bit her lip slipping down towards him. Kai’s fingers pumped in an out so fast and combined with the way he was eating her out , moaning and groaning while sucking on her clit - it was all too much. Her walls clenched around his fingers again making her skin feel like it was on fire. All she wanted was to reach her hands towards him and push his mouth further on her but that wasn’t an option unless she wanted to get punished. Yet the thought of getting punished by him was turning her on like crazy in that moment for a moment her hands nearly reached for him.
    "Kai — I am so c-close.” she whimpered.
    "Hold it.” he demanded , slowing down his fingers’ movements delaying her release while pushing his boxers down. Y/N nodded , struggling to keep her hands away from him in that moment. She wanted to wrap her fingers around his hard lenght and drive him just as crazy as he was driving hers.
    "Please let me touch you –” she moaned , barely able to keep her eyelids from drooping. Each curl was pushing her closer and closer to the edge until she almost slipped. So many rules to keep. He wasn’t making it easy on her and sometimes she wondered if he invoked like 5 of them each time to see when she’d break.
    “No.” he scooped her up , letting her down on the kitchen table. Kai pinned her hands over her head , brushing his fingers against her cheek and slowly trailing his fingertips down her neck feeling her blood. pulsating in her veins. Her heart was beating like crazy , the heart beats almost visible through her skin.
    “So freaking hot with that look in your eyes.” he moaned , teasing her entrance with the tip of his lenght before entering her slowly , making her feel every inch on the way in. “It drives me completely insane.”
For a moment he waited , giving her a little time to catch her breath. Everything was downhill from there. Kai’s thrusts were fast and hard right from the start , making her body jolt forward each time his lenght filled her in to the brim , withdrawing and going in harder and deeper hitting her spot every time.
    “Fuck you are so tight around me – ”  he groaned.
Kai knew she was right at the edge with her walls clenching that frequently around him. He wondered how she was so damn good at keeping control. It was driving him nuts. Purple black veins flashed under his eyes and he picked up the pace, watching her hands ball into fists and could smell her blood which meant yet again her nails had dug into her palms.
    “Please let me c-cum.” she whimpered.
Kai slowed down slightly - withdrawing almost completely before going in slow driving her completely insane. It was a torture but the sweetest kind , thing was this time felt different. He had never said that many ‘no’s to her and she could barely hold it , or keep her eyes open. Y/N’s back kept arching off the table even though he held her down and his touch was only pushing her further towards the edge.
    "No.” said Kai with a devilish grin on his face , listening to her whimpers and moans turn into small screams colliding with his moans and groans. His hand slipped under her shirt , grazing his fingertips over and over around her belly button , slipping down towards her clit. Holding it was becoming harder with each passing moment , he could tell but he wanted to push her limits this time.
    "Fuck–” she begged again. “P-please — I c-cant hold it m-much longer.”
    "Yes, you can and you will unless you want me to punish you again.” he grinned at her. Kai’s thrusts got even faster and Y/N couldn’t hold it no matter how much she wanted to. His lenght entered her so hard , hitting her spot while his thumb drew rough eights on her clit , pushing her right over the edge before she had had the time to blink.
    "OH FUCk Kai –” she screamed , feeling an intense wave of orgasm tear through her body. Kai watched her thrash before him , barely able to suppress the smile on his face. He didn’t mind mind her eyes were closed. He didn’t mind her hands not being over her head as he had demanded either. A louder moan tumbled off his lips when her walls clenching around him triggered his orgasm , riding through both of them until they were finished.
    “I was wondering when your self control will snap in two." 
    "Kai I -”
    “Shhh sweetheart.” he said softly , pressing his lips against hers for a moment. “I understand. I really do. Only you did break a rule.”
Y/N’s lips crashed with his pulling out the air out of his lungs completely. Kai looked confused as to why she had kissed him specially since he had just said there was a punishment in her future.
   "I love you –”
   "I love you too sweet cheeks , but that’s not going to save you now.”
He brushed his thumb against her cheek , gently touching her lips right after , scooping her up a moment later. Kai carried her to their room, unable to take his eyes away from her the entire time. Y/N’s heart was beating so fast he was afraid it might burst or something and the way she was looking at him – how were her eyes doing that ? It was like they had turned into hearts just like in cartoons. He let her down on the bed gently and pulled out two ties from the nightstand’s drawer. Y/N braced herself on her elbows watching him play with them in his hands before tying one of them around her eyes and using the other to tie her wrists over her head.
     "What are you going to do to me?” she rolled on the bed.
     "I haven’t decided yet.” he thought out loud. “Funny , when I set the rules I had so many ideas but now - it’s all blank. I wonder -”
Y/N could hear him pacing around her , adrenaline and excitement but also a hint of fear flowing through her body. What could he have in mind for her now ? Being blind folded wasn’t knew - Kai had started to do that to her the night before he had set up the rules. It was exciting - the anticipation, not knowing what’s going to happen next …
     "Feet apart.” he said leaning in towards her with some buzzing sound around him. “You are going to love this one. I know , I will. One , two , three –”Y/N wondered what he was counting , her mind slowly processing how the buzzing sound got louder after each number and then she found out what it was , moaning so loud the sound was almost a scream. Kai pressed the vibrator against her clit and she felt her entire body light up in flames at once. When had he gotten one of those?
     "A fitting punishment.” he thought out loud , placing his hand on her stomach to hold her down. “You wanted to cum so badly — now you get to cum , over and over again. Weird , that sounds more like a reward doesn’t it ? There is a catch though -”Y/N squirmed , whimpered and moaned or more like screamed as another orgasm tore through her body. Kai kept his hand on her stomach , holding her down while playing with the vibrator’s settings switching between speeds but keeping it mostly to the highest one. There was no control over the sounds coming out of her mouth - it was all a mixture of whimpers , moans , screams and syllables not really forming words.
     "Oh shit – oh – FUCK —”Kai listened and watched unable to take his eyes off her as another orgasm tore through her body , making her thrash and squirm on the bed. Seeing his girl’s back arch off the bed while he tried to hold her steady on the bed was such a big turn on for him , Kai hadn’t even realised when he had gotten this hard again. His fingers wrapped around his lenght and he stroked himself for a few moments before ditching the vibrator giving her a few moments to catch her breath listening to her heart rate trying to calm down.
     "So wet. There is even a wet spot on the bed.” he grinned tearing his shirt off her and lifting her legs over her head. “I think I even made you squirt."He teased her entrance with the tip for a few moments before entering her slowly , making her feel every inch of his hard lenght before withdrawing almost completely and filling her in again. At first his thrusts were slow and deep , picking up speed every time getting her mind foggier by the second. No matter how much on fire she had felt with the vibrator , Kai was the one who made her feel like her skin was literally fire. The way he somehow always found the right angle to enter her and hit her spot was more than enough to make her lose it. Her back kept arching off the bed , her head throwing back again and again as another orgasm approached. Y/N had lost count how many there had been. Four ? Five ? Everything was a blur and she felt like she was floating on a cloud made out of fire. Her heart was pounding like crazy and she could barely breath , every sense in her body had been magnified off the charts
.     "I can-t — K-Kai st-stop ….”
     "Mmmm no.” he moaned thrusting inside her even faster using his vampirism to cheat. Y/N’s hands reached for him trying to push him off but he pinned them over her head again , slowly leaning in until his forehead rested on hers , feeling her walls clench around him almost at the same time his lenght twitched. His vampirism showed and he sank his fangs in her neck for a few seconds almost pushing her off the edge again.
     "Kai – I cant “ she whimpered. “S-stop , p-please.”
     "And there is your catch , sweetheart.” he moaned untying her hands and pushing off her blindfolds from her eyes. “That wonderful magical word I love hearing you say so much.”Kai’s thrusts slowed down so suddenly Y/N had no time to process what was happening around her. Or maybe her mind was too clouded at the moment to process it. There was no way to tell which one it was , specially with her boyfriend looking at her the way he was in that moment.
     "You mean to say that — I should’ve just added — 'please’ for you to — stop?”
     "Yes. That easy.” he grinned at her , pulling out of her when she gripped his wrists mouthing 'Don’t.’ Kai brushed his fingers against her cheek giving her a small smile , continuing to enter her very slowly. He could hear her heart and breathing trying to do the impossible and catch up with each other and failing every time.     “Wait – are you going to do this every time I — cum without permission?” she struggled to take a breath. “Cuz that was – awesome.”
     "You weren’t supposed to like it.“ he said a little amused , not even caring how her eyes had closed or that her hands had tangled in his hair pulling him down for a deep passionate kiss.
     "Whoops.” she said innocently. “You know you can go a little faster now right ? I’m perfect– fuckk "Y/N held onto his biceps while Kai’s lips pressed against hers , muffling her small scream when another orgasm tore through her body triggering his. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head while he rode through both their highs before collapsing on the bed next to her.
     "I — I think I’ll stay here. Can’t feel - my legs.” she laughed. Kai laughed with her. “I’ll be back in a moment. I think you need ice -”
     "Ice ? Wh-what ?“ she asked confused just as Kai whooshed himself out and in of the room. "Kai ?”
Y/N watched her boyfriend play with the ice cube in his hands before slowly trailing it all the way from her core up her body towards her neck , not taking his eyes off her. A small smile spread across his face seeing her bite her lip for and throw her head back at the feeling before his lips collided with hers.
    “Feeling less on fire ?” he whispered.
     "Not even close.“



Title: Forget Him

Genre: Smut

Characters: Reader (Y/n) / Park Chanyeol


Warnings: Language - Hickies - Slapping - Alcohol - Dirty Talk - Oral


You slouched, face squished on the pillow to your side. Bottles of soju scattered by your side. Your legs tangled between the blankets.

“Shibal seki..” (fucking bastard) you chanted drunkenly. Quickly, your body jumped to stand on the couch. You raised your arm pointing to the imaginary Sehun in front of you from above.

“Seki shi-” you stopped, hiccuping. “No no, that’s wrong. It’s.. shiki.. se..bal?” You slurred dropping your arm and tilting your head.

Your phone chirped and you jumped, tripping over the back of the couch and landing harshly on the floor. Once you stood up, you picked up the device. Although your vision was blurred by the copious amounts of alcohol in your system, somehow you managed to read ‘Park Chanyeol’ on the screen.

“Park.. Chan-” *hiccup* “yeol.” You slid the green button to the side and flipped it on to speaker.

“Y/n?” The phone spoke. You gasped. “Chanyeol?! Are you trapped in there?” You tapped the screen.

The phone sighed. “I was hoping you weren’t wasted.”

“Chanyeol I’m gonna get you outta there!” You ran around your house screaming and opening drawers. “Y/n- no listen to me- hey-” Chanyeol hit his forehead, whining.

“I’m coming over, unlock the door.” Chanyeol said and the phone beeped.

“Chanyeol? Wait how are you gonna come over if you’re stuck in there?” You turned the phone around, furrowing your eyebrows.

A knock at the door startled you, you dropped the cellular and tip toed to the door. Once on your toes, you peaked through the glass. “Sehun! How’d you get hear so fast?”

“I live in the apartment right across from you, Y/n.” He sighed. You gasped, looking around.

“Y/n I can see you. Open the door.” You stood back to realize your peep hole was actually a glass screen door. You giggled and opened the door, hitting yourself in the face on accident.

“You look like shit.” The hit sobered you a bit. You rubbed your forehead. “Do I really? Cause I feel like it.” The slur in your voice said it all.

Your knees began to sway and you felt yourself gliding back, but a hand caught you. Chanyeols hand hooked under your knees and you opened your eyes to see he put you back on the couch.

“I’m pretty sure this is an illegal amount of soju..” he shook his head, tipping a bottle over to find it empty.

“Why did Sehun dump me?” You looked at Chanyeol, blinking as tears welled in your eyes. “Am I a drunk? Or ugly?” Do I have a flat chest?“ Chanyeols mouth opened to speak but he froze as you lifted up your tank top, looking at your breasts, then at Chanyeol. “Am I?” Chanyeol gulped, trying to pull his eyes off your chest but he just couldn’t.

For so long has he looked at you. The way your eyes sparkled. The way you smiled. The way your eyes squinted when you laughed, or when you laughed so hard you started to cry. The way you were afraid of strange things, like vacuum cleaners or the fences in front of jails. The way you always needed someone by your side.

He looked too hard. He looked at the way your eyes sparkled for Sehun. The way you smiled at Sehun. The way your eyes squinted when you laughed at a joke Sehun told. The way you wanted Sehun to hold you when you were scared.

The way you always needed Sehun by your side.

But Sehun left. He left like that meant nothing to him. Like you meant nothing to him. And that made Chanyeol so.. so.. angry.

Because you meant everything to him.

Chanyeol flew forward, pushing your shoulders back onto the couch. You stared up at him blankly. His eyes flickered from yours to your lips. You smiled and kissed him. You’d been waiting so long for this. For the feeling of his lips on yours. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted and needed.

Chanyeol kissed you roughly. The kiss tasted of beer and you and, god, did it make Chanyeol so drunk. You tasted so delicious. He never wanted anything more. His hands traveled up the tank top you lifted early, gripping your breast with the tips of his fingers. Your hands tangled into his coarse hair and you moaned into his mouth.

Chanyeol’s knuckles kneaded your buds. You moaned into his mouth. Your bare legs caressed his atop his pants and that’s when Chanyeol realized you weren’t wearing pants. He pulled away, breathing heavily and smirked. His hands flew quickly to your ass, lifting your hips to meet his. His hips grind against yours, letting you feel what you’ve done to him. He squeezes your ass, lifting one hand and slapping your skin.

“Bad girl.. from now on, why don’t you wear pants when your guy friends come over?” You nod and gulp. Chanyeol’s hands reach up to tear the tank into two. You watch him throw the pieces behind him.

Chanyeols head dives to your chest, his lips immediately engulfing one of your nipples. Your fingers grab his hair, grasping roughly as you squeal. His teeth bite and pull on the flesh. You can’t help but feel guilty.

Because here you are, your ex-boyfriends best friend attached to your chest. And even though you knew it was wrong.

God it felt so right. So good.

“Chanyeol.. don’t stop..” you moan. Chanyeols tongue glides to the dip of your stomach, leaving a strawberry hickey behind as he continues down. He quickly disregards of the restraining underwear and sighs.

“Beautiful.” He whispers, astonished.

His eyes are adoring, but the second he blinks, they darken. He stares up at you, straight to your soul. Chanyeols flicks his tongue on your clit and you hiss. His tongue presses flat and warm against your wet folds and he can’t help but relish in the sweet taste of you. Like cherry.

He towers over you once your eyes open, his cock being pulled from its barriers. Your drunken vision fails to see what you so badly wanted to.

He opened the drawer behind you, pulling a condom from the box.

He hesitates for a second. Flipping the condom over, he groans and tosses it aside. “It’s too small, I guess I’ll fuck you raw.” He begins to position himself. “They fit Sehun..?” You said, holding onto his shoulder as you felt the tip pressed to your entrance.

“Well, I guess not all of us are the same size?” Stars flashed before your eyes as Chanyeol shoved his whole length in. You choked on the scream you needed so badly to release. He paused, feeling you stretch to widths like never before. You fingernails broke the skin on his shoulders. “So.. fucking.. tight..”

He gasped and sighed loudly, falling into your neck. Slowly, he pulled out, feeling your walls shrink back as he did. He thrusted back in and you whimpered. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he rocked in and out of you. Soon enough, all you could feel was insane pleasure as his pace sped up. His gripped the arm of the couch with one hand and your hip with the other. Your fingers scratched pink lines up his back that would surely be there tomorrow morning.

His pace began to feel unbearable. Unknown sounds left your throat, his grunts in your ear. You were reaching pure bliss; heaven. His thumb reached over and pressed deeply into your clit. Your entire will was abandoned as you screamed his name at the top of your lungs. Strings were untied and you melted beneath his body.

With a few more thrusts, he groaned blissfully and pulled out of your dripping cave. Utopia spewed on your stomach and thighs - Chanyeol’s personal work of art. With heavy breath, he smirked.

“You have no idea how long I waited for that.” He shook his head in disbelief, chest rising and falling quickly.

“I think.. I do..” you creaked. Your voice was lost completely and you coughed. “Did I fuck my baby girl up?”

Chanyeol grinned and snuggled behind you, his sweaty body sticking to yours. He pulled a blanket over the two of you.

“I love you Chanyeol.” You whispered, squeaking a few times. He chuckled, kissing your neck. “Ahh, hush baby. Don’t break your beautiful voice.”

“KIM NAMJOON WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! Oh my God I think I’m gonna be sick” you screech as you walk into see your best friend straddling your boyfriend and his hands around he shoulders. Tears slowly start to rise up in your eyes, you clench your jaw refusing to let these tears spill. “Y/N! This isn’t what it seems like baby” he says quickly shoving off the traitorous swine off his lap “Not another word I do not want to hear a single word from you.” You spat at him with tears stinging your eyes threatening to fall.

You walk over and squat in front of the girl sprawled on the floor from being shoved down. “WHO the hell do you think you are? I trusted you. You are truely aweful. You are nothing to me at this point. Seeing as much I should probably let you know a few things. You are an AWEFUL person. You are ugly inside and out. None of your many boyfriends liked you in all honestly you were just easy. A toy to them to get a load off. “What the fuck do I know?” You must be thinking to yourself. Alot more than you think you pathetic wench. They told me everything. You are disgusting, to think I ever trusted you. You are trash. Get the fuck out” you spill out all the things you’ve bottled up. She looks at you with a smirk. “Whatever y/n. Your boyfriend wanted me he didn’t push me off right away. He was dozing off waiting for your ugly ass to get out of the shower. I just so happened to come in. You’re boyfriend is hot you know? So of course I wanted him I just went over sat on his lap and started kissing up his neck. He obviously wole up because he pulled me up to kiss him instead and up he went. You think he only wants you? Then how can he get his dick up so easy over me? Hm?” SHE gets up and brushes the dust over her butt before strutting out stopping at the door turning back to look at Namjoon “text later if you want some fun” she winks and walks out.

You turn your head over to where namjoon was sitting his face in his hands. You finally let the tears fall streaming down your still damn cheeks “why? What did I do wrong? Tell me please… why would you do that.after 5 years why the hell are you doing this. Are you bored of me” You fall onto your knees putting your face in your hands your wet hair falling around you as you begin to sob. “Y/N I thought she was you.. you’re the only one I want you know? I don’t want anyone else. You’re my baby girl. I’m sorry please baby girl” he says sliding off the couch to sit in front of you wrapping his strong arms around you. You push him off and stare at him your eyes filled with heartbreak as a tears stain your cheeks. “Why?” You whisper as a new set of tears start falling.

Namjoon gets up and screams “FUCK! I AM SO SORRY. JUST LET ME KNOW WHAT I CAN DO! ANYTHING PLEASE TELL ME I’M DESPERATE” He walks over to your couch and slams himself down putting his hands in his hands. It is quiet no sound in the room except for your quiet sobbing you look over to see Namjoons strong frame shaking. You crawl over and put a hand on his knee and he raises his face from his hands and you see his eyes filled with tears. “Y/n this just ruined everything…” he sobs gently throwing his arms around your shoulders. He falls forward until his head is resting in your neck. You rest your arms around his chest kissing his head. Despite how aweful you feel the site of him crying hurts even more. “Stop crying please my love” you whisper quietly he looks up at you and says softly “just please listen to me for even just one minute.” You sigh deeply and shake your head in agreement. He pulls away taking your small hands in his large warm hands. “You are the love of my life. You have been since I first layed eyes on you. I never would do anything to purposely ruin this. You are the best thing to have ever happened to me. This has been the best 5 years of me life. Meeting the boys could not have even brought me this much joy. Y/n you are like an angel the world sent down just for me. I have never wanted anything more.” You look at him and say bluntly “then what the heck did I walk in and see?” His eyes widen “I didn’t want any of that. I thought she was you. I was dreaming of you and feeling that suddenly made me think it was you. I never wanted your friend. She ruined everything today. I wanted to make today special..” he says to you. You sigh and sat there in silence until you see namjoon sitting up rummaging around in his pocket pulling out a set of rings “Today I was going to ask you if one day you promise to marry me. I was gonna say we can even still pretend were married until then. I got us these promise rings because I wanted to tell you I swear to love no one else but you for as long as I live. And until I can get you the best ring to finally propose with I was hoping you’d settle with a promise ring for now..” he says softly with his deep voice cracking. New tears fill your eyes and your head drops onto his chest you begin shaking your head “what is it? Do you actually agree?” He says wrapping his arms around you. “Yes” you reply in a small voice.

You feel him lift you up and scream happily. “I WAS SO AFRAID YOU’D SAY NO NOW Y/N.” He screams triumphantly. You laugh and replied quickly “but another fuck up like that and I’m gonna smack the dimples off your cheeks. So hurry up and put the ring on me before I change my mind. He sets you down on the couch and puts the ring on your small finger. You lace your fingers through his as you put the other ring on his finger.

–low key slutty stuff so stop reading if you a baby child–

He leans forward and kisses you deeply you kiss him back happily. He takes one of his hands and puts it on the small of your back sliding it down your body. You moans softly opening your mouth. He slides is warm tongue in your mouth greeting your tongue with his. Your tongues wrestle for dominance as you slide yourself into his lap curling your fingers in his hair. You feel a slight buldge jump beneath your clothed body. You bite his lip making a hungry growl come from deep within his chest causing him to fully harden under you. “Baby girl I love you so much” he states as he begins to kiss and nip at your neck slowly laying you down on the couch. His warm body on top of yours making sure there is no space between you. You start to his his adams apple licking and biting softly on the spot as you start trailing love bite all down his neck and exposed collarbone. He lets out a soft moan “Im the only one who makes you feel like this right?” You pur into his ear sliding your hand down his waist. He grunts letting you know your answer. He starts grinding against you when you hear a small gasp.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. YOURE DISGUSTING!” You pull away and look around to see his cellphone screen with your best friends video chat open and her lookong disgusted. Little to your knowing during that moment Namjoon pulled out his phone a starts a video chat with your best friend just to let her know that he is yours and showcasing the ring that’s on clearly on your finger in the screen. Namjoon chuckles “Well obviously I’m sharing a passionate moment with Y/N, my fiancée to be as you can tell by the ring and these marks all over my neck” showing your hands and turning his head so she can clearly see the marks you had left him. “Fine whatever I get it. You don’t want me. Jesus no need to show me that” she begins to say as namjoon brings your face up to his enveloping you in a loving kiss as your best friend hangs up. “Y/N I’m sorry about that I just had to set the record strait to her” “it’s ok good now she knows your mine” you say smiling pulling him back down to the kiss taking his phone and throwing it on the floor so you guys can finish what you started.

Little Sister

(requested by anon)

Damon hurts reader when his humanity is off and Kai comforts her.


Y/N woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise coming from downstairs. Having supernatural hearing sucks. she thought as she got up and walked downstairs. Ever since Damon flipped his humanity switch after Elena was forced into a sleeping curse , things at the Salvatore Boarding House have been a little out of control.  
Y/N walked down the stairs and tripped over something … or someone. She could smell the blood.
“What the hell?” she muttered , kneeling down. Whoever it was she had tripped over , was already dead. Y/N sighed in frustration. “Damon !” she raised her voice. “Damon !” she called out again , carefully walking over the body , nearly tripping over another. Suddenly someone grabbed her foot.
“Help me…” a young girl said.
Y/N kneeled down , biting her wrist and bringing it to the girls mouth.
“Leave and forget this ever happened.” she compelled the girl.
A few more steps away she found another survivor.
“Damn it Damon …” she cursed under her breath.
A few steps ahead there was a guy still bleeding out on the carpet.
Lovely. she thought. This will be hell to clean up.
It was dark in the house , but the fire in the fireplace was burning , lighting up the living room enough for Y/N to see Damon draining yet another body. He wasn’t alone. Kai was on the other sofa , draining some random stranger.
“Since when are you two buddies ?” Y/N asked annoyed.
Kai let the body drop on the ground , blood dripping from his chin , the black veins under his eyes slowly fading away.
“Oh hello.” Kai said. “We didn’t wake you , did we ?” he said glancing for a second at Damon who grinned at the comment and then returning his gaze to Y/N.
Y/N rolled her eyes. “No , no … I was just randomly sleepwalking and tripping over dead bodies in the house.” she said with a sarcastic smile , glancing at Kai and returning her attention towards her brother. “You can’t keep doing this. So many people missing will draw too much attention.”
Damon finished his snack and turned towards Y/N. “You are an even bigger buzzkill than Stefan.”
Y/N scoffed. Her brother had gone off the deep end and Stefan had picked the worst possible moment to go out of town leaving her to deal with Damon alone.
“Look , I know you miss Elena , but this is not you. What do you think Elena would say when she finds out the first thing you did after leaving her in a coffin for the next 50 years was to throw a ‘dinner party’ killing dozens because you couldn’t deal with the pain of losing her?” she paused for a second , pointing at Kai. “And why are you hanging out with him of all people ?!”
Kai had an amused look on his face.
“Oh , you think this is funny?” Y/N asked him. “May I remind you , none of this would be happening if you hadn’t put that spell on Elena.”
“Ouuchh.” Kai muttered.
Y/N couldn’t belive any of them at that moment. Damon was looking straight through her. It was like her words weren’t even being registered by him and Kai … well , he was Kai.
“Are you even listening to me Damon ?” she asked , a second later Damon had pinned her to the wall , his hand wrapped around her neck.
“Listen to me , you are better than this -” she started to say but was cut off by her brother.
“No , you listen to me. I am better like  this and I do not need you coming to my rescue because guess what - I don’t need to be rescued.” Damon hissed at her. Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed him away , sent him flying across the room.
“You  are the big brother Damon . You  are supposed to be looking after me , not the other way around.” she said just as Damon came after her again. This time punching a whole in her chest , wrapping his hand around her heart , queezing it. Y/N was struggling to breath.
“I never should’ve gone back for you in 1867. Turning you was the biggest mistake of my life.” Damon hissed.
Y/N felt as if the whole world has been turned upside down. Damon , her brother , the one who loved her so much and had convinced Stefan to go back for her … who always protected  her and looked after her even before he became a vampire… Her brother was gone. She had no idea who was standing in front of her. Tears filled her eyes , not because of the pain in her chest , but because her brother had shattered her heart with those words.
“Kill me , Damon. At least I will be free of you.” she said angrily , barely uttering the words. Her brother stared at her , his expression blank. “Go on. Do it! Kill me !” she raised her voice , a tear rolling down her cheek.

Kai who was enjoying the show until this point , suddenly got up muttering a spell reaching his hand. Damon screamed in pain , pulling his hand out of Y/N’s chest and holding his head as if it was about to explode.
“I think that’s enough…” Kai said , his voice scary calm.
“Stay out of this , creeper! ” Damon snapped back at him.
Up until this moment Kai was having fun watching them argue…but watching Damon break Y/N’s heart while also trying to literally rip it out of her chest ?  Damon had crossed a line. Before the merge Kai probably wouldn’t have cared at all what happens to Y/N , but now emotions got in the way. Y/N was always nicer to Kai than the others , always willing to listen at least while the others directly shut him out. She didn’t deserve to die , not like this. Not at the hands of her own brother.
“And they say I am the monster…” Kai muttered , flicking his wrist snapping Damon’s neck.  
Kai kneeled down next to Y/N who had a shocked look on her face. Who could blame her ? Her brother just tried to kill her. he thought and suddenly felt a peck of guilt for all the things he had done to his siblings , to Liv …
“Y/N , are you OK?” he asked , Y/N glaring at him in disbelief. “Right , dumb question.”
Kai looked at the girl standing before him unsure what to do. Emotions are so hard to navigate , he thought. A  moment later he sat on the floor down next to her and wrapped his arms around her as she started crying. The pain in her eyes made him feel helpless and he hated that. He also hated the fact he had no idea how to get her to stop crying.
“Do you want some ice cream or maybe chocolate ? In movies that usually helps … ” he asked but she just shook her head. Kai took a deep breath , deciding to take a different approach. “You know , he didn’t mean it. You are his little sister and I’m sure he loves you … even without his humanity.” he said gently brushing her a tear from her cheek.
Y/N looked at him through tears. Kai was last person Y/N had expected to ever comfort her , to make her feel safe but in this exact moment thats exactly how he made her feel. Safe. If it wasn’t for him , she’d probably be dead. She wrapped her hands around him and he hugged her tight. This feels nice.  she thought with a surprise , warmth spreading through her body.
“Thank you…for saving me.” she whispered.
“Any time.” he said rubbing her back.
They stood curled up on the floor for a while longer before Y/N’s breathing calmed down a little and her sobs stopped. Damon was starting to come back to life.Y/N wriggled out of Kai’s hands and stood up , taking a few steps towards the hidden vervain stash.
All of the sudden Kai felt empty. Not having her in his arms somehow felt wrong to him. He watched as she injected Damon with a concentrated dose of vervain and turned towards him , her eyes still filled with hurt.
“Do you mind umm… could you help me out with this , please ?” she asked pointing at Damon. Kai nodded and together they dragged Damon’s body down the cellar , locking him up in a cell.
Kai glanced at Y/N who had wrapped her hands around her chest , looking through the small window on top of the door at Damon’s body laying on the ground. He wanted to say something but words escaped him. Since when do I have trouble talking to girls?!  he thought. He followed Y/N upstairs and he watched as she poured herself a drink, looking around the living room.
THIS will have to wait until morning. she thought glancing for a moment at Kai.
Kai.. she thought a small smile across her face.
“I .. I should go.” he said heading towards the door.
Y/N hesitated for a split second. She still felt warmth on the inside … It was because of Kai , she knew it and she didn’t want him to go.
“Or you can stay ?” she said in quiet voice. Kai turned around looking at her. There was something in his eyes that had changed. “Please , stay… ” she asked again. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
“Yeah , sure.. If that’s what you want.” he said walking back towards her. Y/N could hear a smile in his voice. She poured another glass with bourbon and handed it to him but he refused. She sat on the sofa , Kai sitting next to her.
“You know something’s tickling at my mind.” she said trailing off. “Why did Damon leave any survivors? It’s very unlike him … ” she thought out loud.
A small smile showed up on Kai’s face. “Those weren’t Damon’s victims …”  he said , Y/N turning around with a surprised look on her face.
“Who would’ve thought…” she said , a smile on her face. Y/N snuggled closer to Kai and he wrapped his arms around her pulling her close. She listened to his breathing for a while before they both fell asleep , exhaustion catching up with them.

“Y/N , I’m home … ” Stefan said , freezing on the spot noticing all the dead bodies around the living room. “What the -” he started to say as his gaze fell on his little sister and Kai snuggled together on the sofa. He walked towards them , poking his little sister awake. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Stefan looking at her with a curious look , his eyes darting between her and Kai. “Care to explain what’s going on here ?” he asked.



Request: “i’m a tattoo artist and you’ve never gotten a tattoo so i sorta have to pop your needle cherry not that i’m complaining” au

A/N: First off, that gif is killing me and I thought it’d be nice to use as the cover ‘art’ for this fic because why not? Adam is hot and just look how nice his hair is! Thanks @glitterbras​ for the request, I think I went a little overboard…anyways, enjoy! [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 2.6K+

Warning: A few curse words.


“Are you sure about this?” Rey asked as she looked over from the drivers seat, you fiddling with your thumbs as you sure as hell weren’t sure about this, but it was what you wanted and you’ve been dying to get a tattoo. “I mean, you don’t have to do it just because Poe, Finn, and I have one, we don’t mind-”

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I sighed as I closed my laptop and threw it on Nates bed. I was out visiting him in LA for the next 3 weeks and he has been posting about it non-stop. Most times, our relationship gets alot of support, but since I came out here, the hate seems to have gotten so much worse. Why do they hate me so much? What did I do? I mean I know I look nothing like Gilinsky’s girl, Madison(and trust me I am glad), but that’s who the fans always compare me to and it really hurts that Nate and I have been together for over a year and they still can’t accept me.

“Y/N!” Skate called walking through, the door of his apartment. “Lil'Mama, I’m home” He called walking up the stairs. I zoned out, ignoring his voice. I stared at myself in the mirror. I lift up my shirt and examine my body at every angle. I sighed, the fans are right. I’m not good enough for Nate. I mean, I’m not skinny. Far from it. I don’t deserve someone like Nate.

“Y/N?” Nate spoke quietly at the doorway of his bedroom. “What are you doing babe? Whats wrong?” He asks puzzled.

I looked at him, I saw the hurt in his eyes. I can’t believe I cause him worry. My eyes start to water as I look at his face. “Y/N? Are you okay?” I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

I shook my head, “No.” was all I managed to get out before I ran to Nate latching on to him. He pulled me close, holding me tight and kissing the top of my head. Nate took my hand, leading me to his bed, while I sobbed into his chest. He sat down and put my legs on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him, hoping he’ll never let me go. We stayed like that for a while until I heard him sigh. I looked up at him to see him broken. “What’s wrong baby? Tell me Y/n.”

I breathed out, and spoke quietly, “They’re right, Nate.”

“Who’s right? About what?”

“Your fans. I-I don’t deserve you.” I said, trying to fight back my tears.

“Why would you think that Y/N, you know not to listen to half the bullshit they can say.”

“Look at me, Nate. You can do so much better. Im not skinny, and i’m far from perfect. I’m just some fat nobody that doesn’t belong with someone like you.” I looked down, ashamed to look at him.

He put his hand under my chin and kissed me. “Y/N, stop comparing yourself to other girls. If I wanted to be with someone other than you, why would it hurt me so much to see you breaking? Would I have stayed with you for over a year? I love everything about you. I look at you and see perfection. If anything I don’t deserve someone like you because you accept me for who I am. ”

I smiled at how big of sap he was being. I straddled him and slammed my lips against his. He knew how to make me feel special. His roamed my body and landed on my ass where they rested. His lips trailed down my neck, leaving sloppy kisses. He looked at me and smirked before plunging his head between my boobs, motor boating me. I squealed and started giggling. He knew that when he does that, I cannot stop laughing.

“NATE! s-ST-STO-STOP.” I managed to get out between laughs.

“See lil'mama, you’re perfect.” He smirked. “Your smile, your eyes and don’t forget about your curves. I love your curves.” He said before moving his hands along the sides of my body, “And my favourite part of your fucking amazing body is your ass, It gives me something to hold onto when we get wild. If you were a stick, how would I make you feel half as good. How would you make me feel half as good? hmm? You’re fucking beautiful Lil'Mama, its so hard for me to control myself around you.”

I looked Nate and smirked pushing him back on the bed, “Well let’s see how hard it will be to control yourself around me today.”

Title: Welcome to Woodstock (Part 12.)

Character(s): Jude Fisher and Lennon Rose (original female character)
Summary: Jude surprises Lennon.
Word Count: 1,637
Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who read this story! I have an absolute weakness for the movies that JDM stars in and he looks like this. So ruggedly handsome and charming. It was so much fun writing this, especially since it was my first story for the movie Peace, Love, & Misunderstanding

(GIF Source: @heartfulloffandoms)

The entire week in New York had gone smoothly after Lennon received her grandparents’ acceptance about moving to Woodstock. She had been looking at properties in Woodstock and was disappointed when she realized someone had already bought her parents’ home.

“What’s up?” Jude asked, looking over at her as they were sitting on the couch.

“Someone already bought my parents’ house. I was hoping I’d get it, build that tire swing and – I’m babbling. I’m sorry,” she smiled nervously, looking up at Jude. “I’m sure I’ll find something.”

“Well, you can definitely stay with me until you find a place,” he winked.

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Surprise! So I had a lot of work to do today and even less time to do it all in, meaning that requests have become a little neglected. That being said I had an idea about a bonus chapter to Plague today and I couldn’t not write it. I really liked how I ended it previously but I desperately wanted to write this once I’d thought about it. I hope you guys agree it was worth it. Enjoy, my darlings!

Plague (Bonus)


It was Christmas in New York. Contrary to the songs, there were no bells ringing; no angels singing either. The world seemed blissfully quiet, and the festive season was well underway.

It was a beautiful morning that you woke up to. A pair of gossamer curtains let faded sunshine spill into the room and bathe the floor in light. You could see the silhouettes of water droplets throwing themselves from the upper sill as the overnight frost died in the sunrise.

A pair of arms encompassed your waist and as Loki stirred, his skin shifted against yours beautifully. His fingers stroked you fondly as he woke, grazing over a scar on your abdomen, before gripping a little tighter and turning you over to face him.
“Good morning.” He purred before kissing you flush on the mouth. You responded eagerly before pulling yourself away and sitting up. You kicked your legs over the edge of the bed and yawned, raising your hands to the sky and stretching simultaneously.

Loki pushed your hair aside and kissed the back of your neck tenderly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and attempted to return you to the bed but you resisted. His kisses became longer, wetter, more inviting.
“Must you leave?” He said with a gravelly voice.
“Tis the season…” You chuckled. “Things to do, people to see.”

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Norman Reedus Imagine

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I walked onto the set for Boondock Saints, fidgeting since this was my first time being on a makeup team for a movie. Norman came up to me and hugged me, i smiled and hugged him back.

“You made it!” He said with a smile.

I nodded and looked at the rest of the crew, nobody looked friendly. I known Norman since we were in diapers. We have been best friends since we were in elementary school, he was my only friend but i didn’t want him to think i was that lonely.  I sighed and looked down nervous thinking i was going to fail.

“Hey why do you look so nervous?” Norman asked interlocking our arms and walking me to the makeup department.

“Cause you know this is my first real set.” i mumbled moving the hair out of my face seeing i already had a person waiting in my chair. It was a man Norman shook his hand, and then motioned to me.

“Hey i’m Sean.” He said holding his hand out, i immediately took it,

“(y/n)…” I mumbled he chuckled same with Norma, who i glared at.  I started working on Sean even though he hardly needed any makeup, the Director came over and looked at him ,

“Can you maybe add some more here?” He asked, but i knew it was more of a command.

“Yes sir, would you like anything else fixed?” I asked politely, he shook his head no.  I started adding more counselor where he asked , Sean kept staring at me through the mirror.

“You are the makeup artist to not talk my ear off, do you know that?”  I turned and looked at the mirror ,  i dusted off my black shirt which was now covered in powder,

“Yes,  I get told that a lot, I only talk when spoken to Mr. Sean.” He smiled at me, he was charming in appearance.

“How do you know Norman?” He questioned and looked at the mirror.

“We have been friends since we were little.”  I mumble starting to clean my brushes since i was done with his makeup.  He nodded and watched me for some time before saying our goodbyes and leaving my chair. Norman sat down and smacked his hand on my ass cheek. I yelped and turned around thinking it was Sean. Noticing it was Norman I dropped my raised hand and glared at him.

“So how is it?” He asked starting to laugh.

“Fine Norman, go on set they need you.”

 I say and start to shoo him. He took off his shades and put them on top of my head.

“Keep these safe (y/n).” He said with a smirk before running off into the set.

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I walked onto The Walking Dead set with a sigh. I raised my sunglasses off the bridge of my nose and onto my forehead. I chuckled remembering the first time I was on a set. I looked around and saw the makeup department and I started walking to it but I got stopped by the director.

“Hello (y/n) have you set up in your trailer yet?”

I raised my eyebrows at the mention of a trailer,
“Uh, no sir.”

“It is right over there, you can drop your stuff in there and then come to your chair.”

I nodded and walked to my supposed trailer, opening it was completely empty. I looked around for a few moments then walked out. I went to my chair where this woman sat, there was a wig in front of her. Her skin was a beautiful African American shade, she was gorgeous.

“Hello I am Danai, I need help with..” She motions toward the wig. I nodded quickly picking it up gently, like a newborn baby.

“I’m (y/n) by the way.” You mumble before slipping it on and beginning to attach it. She stared at me through the mirror with a grin. Throughout the years of college and my life I have gained more tattoos and began piercing my ears. My back was covered in black and white tattoos, my artwork.

“How long have you been a makeup artist?” She asked looking to my eyes.

“Well ever since my mama taught me how to put on blush.” I say with a chuckle.

She laughed at my response and shook her head. “Your funny, and I love how you put it on.” She said touching her hair. I smiled and picked up my makeup brush, she leaned back in her seat.

“Thank you, that was my first time putting a wig on to be honest.” I say truthfully.

Danai raised her eyebrows but tried not to move her face. I started applying eyeliner and little lipstick. It took me only a few minutes and then she was done. She smiled and thanked me going to wardrobe. I sat in my chair and awaited for my next person to work on. I started looking at my phone before I felt someone watching me.

“(Y/n)?” I heard a familiar voice. I looked up in the mirror to see Norman staring at me wide eyed. I froze in fear… I haven’t seen Norman since the last time I was at a set. My mouth went dry, and my tongue felt like sandpaper.

I turned in my chair and stared at a older Norman,

“Hi Norman.” I whispered even though I was far away enough that he couldn’t hear me. I stood as he walked towards me,

“I’m your next canvas..” He said softly.

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I started walking towards my convertible when I heard my name being yelled,

“(Y/n)!” Sean yelled approaching me. I waved.

“Hey Sean, is something wrong?” I asked him.

“No I was just wondering if you would maybe like going on a double date with me and Norman?” He said softly and leaning on the hood of my red convertible. I smile and nodded,

“Good pick you up at 7? And hey remember some dancing shoes.” He winked and walked back to the set. I smiled then got in my car I sighed and drove to my small apartment.

When I walked through the door of my apartment, I looked at my mirror as i took off my Vans , “Shit I still have his glasses.” I sighed and put them on the counter.

I began the process of getting ready. I showered and put on some lipstick. I almost forgot my eyeliner, which i thank god i didn’t.  I winged the eyeliner and slapped on some mascara.

“Time for the hard part … hair.” i said taking out my wet hair, I decided to let it air dry with some gel in it.  Walking to my room i decided on a plain black tea and black leggings. I wasn’t a colorful person, at all. Looking at myself in the mirror i sighed taking off the shirt and throwing on my favorite Pink Floyd tank top, which also showed off my belly button tattoo.  I decided to show off my tattoos tonight, Norman hasn’t seen them yet. Thinking of Norman i sighed and tried not to cry.

I heard the doorbell ring, I took a deep breath opening the door. Sean stood there with Norman right behind him.

“Wow.” The both muttered, I just giggled,

“Let me get my heels.” I saw opening the door wider, allowing them access in. I walked into my bedroom leaving them at the door, who seemed in awh by my home. When I came out of my room in my vans , heels seemed too formal, the looked at me with a smile.

“Liz is meeting us at the club.” Norman said rubbing his jaw looking at me. I nodded as Sean kissed my hand and then interlocking our fingers. I smiled at him and walked with him to the bikes. Sean handed me a helmet but I shook my head no. He got on then me, I looked back at Norman, who was staring at me.

I chuckled as he drove.

Getting to the club I laughed since I never have been to one. Sean made sure to keep his arm around me, or hold my hand. We walked to a small table with a beautiful woman sitting with her legs crossed.

“(Y/n) this is Liz.” Norman said, I shook her hand and said hi.

Sean sat next to me and ordered a couple drinks. I started sipping my beer as we all socialized.

Hearing one of my favorite songs on I jump in excitement. “I love this song!” I whimper and look at Sean with puppy dog eyes.

“Let’s go dance then.” Norman said taking Liz to the floor, Sean practically dragged me there. Norman and Liz looked good dancing together, me and Sean…. No.

Sean was very forceful towards my hips, swaying them back and forth and practically making me rub my rear on his pelvis. At one point I yelled I had to go to the bathroom, just to get away from him. I started walking but a hand grabbed mine, it was Norman.

“Come on.” He said twirling me into him.

 I smiled and started dancing with him. He was so gentle yet he kept the lead. Our dance could be described as a tango with a modern flare. One point I was rubbing my back on his chest and holding his face to look at me. Even being Norman best friend, he was surprisingly hot, and attractive through our dance. I couldn’t stop smiling, and honestly neither could he. I giggled and stared at him as our dance ended, then noticed everyone was watching us at the middle of the dancefloor. I cleared my throat and stood up straighter, and i moved my hair behind my ear. 

The crowd applauded almost to the point of a standing ovation, but we denied and walked back to our table. I was bright red and still looking down at my shoes when we sat back down/ Sean now reeked of alcohol, as well as Liz, they laughed at everything they looked at.

“So (y/n) how do you like paint on people?” Liz asked. Since this was her first time speaking to me since she met me i decided to be clever,

“Its just like that actually, I am a artist, and the face is my canvas.” i said with a chuckle. Norman stared at me with a smile. Liz and Sean laughed at me but I knew I sounded intelligent to the sober.


A/N: It’s cosmic boy day! I honestly look forward to fridays more now that cosmic boy exists…and I’m sure the same goes for you guys! Thank you all for supporting this series and I’m glad to be sharing it with you all :) Enjoy!

Warning: Guess what…more pervy Ben and reader!

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“I would like to warn you in advance that I live up to the term ‘shop till you drop’. It’s very unhealthy and half of the time I have to return things because it’s just way too much, so maybe you’ll help me out and stop me from buying the whole store.” You smiled up at Ben as the two of you had walked up the entrance. The second you step foot into the mall was the second you tugged Ben with you. “Perfect! Forever 21 is right there!” You shrieked, pulling him with you as Ben sighed. Little did he know this was going to go on for the next couple of hours.

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PERFECT WORLD, by Rosamund Hodge

“Hello. My name is Claire Lewis. I had my bad luck removed at age ten, and it’s made a wonderful change in my life.”

Because ten year olds, such underachievers, am I right?

I glare at the bathroom mirror. My stomach is a knot of fear. It’s fine for Mom to stride onto the TV screen, wearing her stilettos and her pinstriped suits and that steely smile make everyone love and fear her. And Lara, my older sister, she’s got that warm grin, a double degree in pre-med and politics, and the Fulbright scholarship to Oxford. 

But me?

I try a smile. It looks way too full of teeth.

“I’m seventeen years old, I got a perfect score on the SAT, and there’s a full ride waiting for me at Harvard.”

Except I don’t have any of that yet, except the seventeen years old part.

Right now I’ve got a tutor, a load of AP classes, choir practice, soccer practice, and student newspaper duties. Also: bloodshot eyes, no boyfriend, and twelve extra pounds from all the stress-induced doubleshot mochas. 

And I’m supposed to walk onto a sound stage and convince the nation that early-intervention luck adjustment is such a good idea it ought to be mandatory.

I have to make Mom proud.

I take a deep breath and look myself in the eye.

“I know people say that early intervention puts too much pressure on kids. Makes them feel like they have to achieve. Doesn’t let them learn from their mistakes. But all it’s ever done is give me freedom! I’ve made plenty of mistakes—like the pink hair incident, ha ha—”

I pause. Try the laugh again. Give up on it.

“—but the procedure means my mistakes don’t have to define me. That the deck isn’t stacked against me. That I’m getting a chance to stretch my wings and fly.”

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Imagine Dean trying teach you how to shoot straight but you get distracted.

- Requested by @percywinchester27.

You winced as you missed the target. Again.

“Crap,” you muttered under your breath, your teeth clenching when you hear movement behind you.

Dean had been watching you for the past half hour, not saying a single word as you missed every single shot. Every. Single. Shot. He was silent and still for that half hour.

That is, until you felt his warmth right up against your back, his hands coming to rest on your waist. You felt your face flush pink.

“You’re doing it all wrong,” he murmured against your ear. “You have to hold the gun like this…” He slid his hands up your sides and over your arms, his breath hot and sweet against your cheek as he caresses your arms, stopping right over your hands.

“D-Dean,” you began but the green eyed Winchester shushed you by bumping his knees to the back of your thighs.

“Now, grip it like you mean it, Sweetheart,” he drawled into your ear. “Keep your eye on the target. Do not move. Don’t even breathe…”

He let go of your hands and slid his own back down to grip your waist, this time squeezing just a tad.

You swallowed hard. It was then that you noticed your hands trembling and you closed your eyes, defeat settling inside you.

“I can’t do this,” you huffed, lowering the gun to your side. “I-I’m not good with handguns.”

“That’s why I’m teaching you, Sweetheart.”

You bit the inside of your cheek at the nickname he had given you. “Dean,” you began as you twisted in his arms to look at him. Wrong move. You swallowed hard.

His emerald green eyes stared down at you, dark and mischievous, and…holy hell. Was that…lust? His lips parted slightly, tongue darting out to slowly swipe a wet line across his bottom lip as his eyes flitted down to your mouth.

“You’re distracting me,” you managed to breathe out, watching as his face inched closer and closer to yours.

“Am I?” He murmured.

You nodded mutely, your heart beating hard and fast inside your chest. For the longest time, you’ve crushed on the green eyed Winchester. You found yourself wanting more than just friendship. Fantasized about having his hands all over your body, his lips kissing every inch of your heated skin, his thick arms holding you up as he pinned you to the wall.

But of course, this was more than a crush. You were in love with Dean Freakin’ Winchester.

Dean’s warm breath on your lips numbed your senses and your eyes fluttered shut.

“Good,” he breathed before closing the distance and pressing his lips against yours, almost hungrily, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer.

Your breath hitched when he walked you backwards a bit until your butt hit the table and he easily hoisted you on top.

Oh god.

“Been wanting to do this for so damn long,” he muttered against your lips as his hands slid underneath your shirt, his hips prying your knees apart to settle himself in between your legs.

You grinned and pulled back a bit. “Really?”

He matched your grin. “Really. Now shut up and let me kiss you.”

You let out a breathless laugh and allowed yourself to be engulfed in all that was Dean.

Everything was perfect in the world in that moment.

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It would be a betrayal of my character to write an emotional piece and not accompany it with an equally heartbreaking song to listen to simultaneously. I should apologise to the person who requested the fic - @jamesbuckyfuckingbarnes – because I made one slight change to your request. You’ll notice what it is, and I am apologizing again (this time to everyone) for the feels. Nonetheless, enjoy!

Prompt:  Have you heard of the colour soul mate au? where everyone sees black and white until they meet there soul mate and everything goes to colour and when the person dies it goes back to black and white? i was wondering if i could have a bucky x reader based on this and maybe the reader “dies” and bucky is confused as to why his vision is still coloured and then they get reunited :3


Bucky couldn’t breathe. The air was thick with dust and heat and his lungs burned consequently but that was not why he felt like he might choke. The rubble under his feet made standing on his shaky legs even harder and he stumbled backwards, fighting back tears as slowly the colour began to bleed from the world.

The sky was melting – blue becoming grey – and the world around him seemed to fade too. The red and browns of the buildings were becoming grey and darker grey. Everything was grey and black and white and more grey. Never had a colour been so terrifying.

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AN: MY FIRST BRUCE YAY I WAS WAITING TO WRITE ONE FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL AVENGERS XD And the song that the requester had asked me to base it on is absolutely beautiful, I had never heard of it before but when I looked it I realized that it is perfect for a Bruce X Reader fic! Thank you for introducing me to the great song anon, I hope you like the fic I made based on it for you! *The gif is not mine, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Bruce X Reader

Prompt: I’m so sorry to request while requests are closed, but you are my favourite writer and you can do it whenever or never. Can you do Bruce x Reader one shot based of Rita Ora’s song Poison? If no, stay awesome. :)



You never meant to fall for him. You knew that he was a good man at heart, but like every great hero, he had his issues. Except his problem wasn’t a big ego like Tony or an evil brother like Thor, no, his was much bigger and much greener.

You noticed at Bruce wouldn’t get close to many people, including the team. Sure, he would have a friendly conversation with someone, but once too many emotions got involved he would distance himself.

Well, that was until he met you.

You were hired by SHIELD to assist Bruce and Tony in the lab, and at first that was all you did. You sat at their sides (well, mostly Bruce because Tony preferred to work alone) and handed them anything they needed or checked over their calculations for mistakes. But, then Bruce asked you time and time again to stay with him in the lab long after the rest of the team had gone to bed to do some late night work without Tony hovering over his shoulder. Of course, you always agreed to. Bruce was good company to keep around, and you knew that he secretly got lonely being in the lab alone.

You had grown close to him, and you knew that once you look past his ‘green issue’, he was just another person who needed to be loved.

You sat next to him, peering over his broad shoulder with a steaming cup of tea in your hands as you checked over his work.

“Look over the work at the top, the numbers don’t look right.” You murmured quietly, even though you knew that the rest of the Avengers were sleeping floors above you. You kind of liked the quiet atmosphere that the two of you had going, it was calming.

His pencil stopped writing at the bottom of the white sheet then slowly dragged up to the top of the paper. He flipped the pencil in his fingers then began to erase the numbers. “Ah, I forgot to add an entire portion of the equation.”

He pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose and wrote furiously to fix the mistake, then a small smile graced his lips. “Everything makes more sense now.”

You took a sip of your tea and smiled, glad that you could help. You reached around him and grabbed his empty mug. As you walked over to the hot water kettle and the coffee maker were, you heard Bruce lightly call, “More coffee, please.”

“Bruce.” You said sternly, you knew that he only asked for coffee when he expected to be working for a few more hours. “It is really late.”

He peered over his shoulder at you and sheepishly grinned, then looked back at his work.

“I can handle myself if you want to go to bed.” Bruce said, obviously purposefully missing your point.

You smiled as you walked back over to him and placed his mug full of coffee in front of him. “I think I’ll stick around a little longer, Banner.”

He sipped at his coffee as he finished his equation off, and (much like every time you worked with him) you were awestruck. You were able to catch minor mistakes and understand some of what he was doing, but the over all complexity of the mathematical and scientific problems he was doing just blew your mind.

“I don’t get it.” You said, scooting closer to him. You stood over his shoulder looking down at his paper over him, your eyes narrowed at the numbers. You didn’t notice a large blush creep over his face when he saw how close you were.

“W-what don’t you get, Y/N?” He said, pulling at the collar of his purple shirt.

You reached around him and pointed to the section of scribbled calculations. “How does system B relate to system C? I don’t see the connection.”

He proceeded to explain the entire process, step-by-step to you, and you intently listened to him, but it was hard to keep up with.

You ended up pulling over a chair and sitting right next to him as you asked questions about his work. He smiled and happily taught you what you wanted to know.

Somewhere between equation F and equation G, you caught Bruce staring at you. You turned your head fully to face his, only to find that your noses were practically touching. You were suddenly very aware of his knee being pressed up against yours, and his elbow skimming your side.

He put his pencil down as you reached up and slowly took his glasses off his face, yet you still managed not to break the intimacy of the moment.

Before he could convince himself that it was wrong, he closed the gap between the two of your and gently pressed his lips against yours.

He was so timid, so fearful that he was doing something wrong, you would feel it in his touch. You reached up and ran your fingers through his dark hair, which prompted him to open his mouth under yours and draw you in closer.

And, just as suddenly as it happened, it ended. He pulled away from you and shot up from his seat, backing away with wide eyes.

“I…I can’t…”

You got up to go over t him, but he put his hands out in front of him as a warning. “Please!”

“Why?” You asked, your breath shaking. “Why are you so afraid of getting close to me?”

“It is for your own safety, Y/N.” He said. “When I get too emotional, I can feel the other guys stir inside of me. He’s doing it right now.”

You held your hands up just like he had, and slowly you walked forward and pushed your fingers up against his. “Calm down, Bruce.”

“Stop it!” He shouted, but this time his voice seemed to morph into something deeper and more dangerous.

You took note of the emergency panic button on the wall next to you. You didn’t want to use it, but if the green guy did show his face then you would have no choice.

“Bruce.” You said again, your voice shaking. “Bruce, listen to my voice.”

Stop it!” This time, you could see that his frame was beginning to grow. “I am dangerous, I can kill you!”

Instead of telling him a lie like 'you won’t’, you decided to be honest with him. “Yes, you could. I know that, I knew that since the beginning.”

He growled as he tried to fight off the green that threatened to consume him.

You knew that it was a dumb idea, but you couldn’t help yourself. You walked up t him and wrapped your arms around his torso. “You are poison, I know, but I can’t just leave you to be alone. I chose to be here tonight, and I will continue to be here for as long as I am alive.”

You no longer heard his grunts and heavy breathing, and when you pulled away from him he was still perfectly normal. His skin was still a light tan, his frame was still average, and most importantly, he was still Bruce.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He cried quietly into your shoulder. “I love you.”

You smiled and kissed the crown of his head. “I love you too, Bruce.”

Gently, you pulled him over to the desk. “Let’s put some of this work away, okay? I think you have had enough excitement for one night.”

He looked up at you with puffy eyes, and you reached over to his desktop and grabbed his glasses, slipping them onto his face. “You are a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for, Bruce. A lot stronger.”

((Major Bruce feels rn omfg~ I hope you liked it! And if you haven’t heard the song that this was based on, you should check it out it is pretty good. The anon that sent me the request has a great sense of music XD))

Reader x Carl
Warning: cussing, blood (obviously), fighting, and I mean its a demon so its gonna be aggressive.
(sorry for any typos! I hope you like it. I normally write TWD imagines and this gif inspired me to do demon!Carl)

In the Apocalypse, anything could happen. You didn’t expect much, you just thought that walkers were the only things you had to deal with.
Oh, it was far worse than that. You didn’t understand how, or why, but Carl had begun acting weird after he lost his eye. Not just because he had some memory loss, or just because he was irritable; but he was different. It wasn’t the Carl you knew or liked. It was someone else.

You were alone in Alexandria one night. Not completely alone, but most of your group was gone - out looking for Negans group. Carl hadn’t gone with them but at the moment you didn’t know where he was. It was dark, nearly everyone else was asleep, but you were awake, sitting outside on the porch. You couldn’t sleep. You thought that maybe getting some fresh air would help, but it didn’t. You couldn’t stop thinking about Carl. About how angry he’d get, or how he’d hide away in his room for long periods of time. You were worried for him since he’d never acted like that before. 

“Y/N?” You quickly turned your head, your eyes widening a bit from the surprise. “W-What?” you asked, seeing Enid standing by your porch. You and her weren’t friends, but you didn’t hate her. You just never talked, so it shocked you. “I just saw Carl go over the wall.” Enid whispered. You stared at her for a moment, your eyebrows knitting closely together. “What do you mean?” you asked as if you didn’t know. You were just, well, shocked. Of course. “He went over the wall, like, by himself. He was looking around like he didn’t want anyone to see him either.” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. You knew she was telling the truth because she didn’t sneak outside of the walls like she used to. You frowned and stood up, you had just a pair of jeans, a tank top, and one of Carls flannels on to cover your shoulders. “Can you.. uh.. stay here for a few minutes?” You asked, stepping off of the porch. She watched you and sighed, “you’re going to look for him.” she mumbled, she already knew. “If anyone asks where I am, stall for me.” you whispered, turning to face her. She nodded slightly, “Okay,” she said, “but what if you don’t come back?” You frowned, placing a hand on your hip. “I will come back. If I can’t find Carl, I’ll come back here. See you later.”

You ran to the wall that Enid said she saw Carl climb over. Nobody was around but you made sure to look around before you climbed the wall.
You landed on your feet outside of the walls with a loud thump. The leaves crunched underneath the rubber of your shoes as you regained your balance. From where you stood, Carl was no where to be seen, so you knew it would take a while to find him. It was also be getting dark outside soon too, which wasn’t a good thing either. Not only had you risked your life by climbing out of Alexandria, but you also forgot a weapon. You didn’t have anything to defend yourself with.
You took a step forward and looked around; there wasn’t anything visible yet. You were in the clear, as far as you could see. You began walking forward, your heart rate still at a normal pace. You couldn’t say you weren’t scared because you were, you were scared for Carl and for yourself, considering the fact that anything could happen. You didn’t know if you’d find him alive, dead, or even at all. Maybe he’d be back in Alexandria before you got back. Maybe he just went looking for something, or maybe he needed some fresh air to relax? He could’ve easily gotten that inside the walls, but, you never know.
You’d walked for about ten minutes before you saw a walker. You decided to ignore it and not alert it because you were simply unarmed. You took a step to the right, ready to turn around, but stopped dead in your tracks when you felt the barrel of a gun against the back of your head. You quickly raised your hands, clenching your eyes shut, “I don’t want any trouble.” you mumbled. “Move.” the person demanded, causing you to quickly move to the right again. He kept his gun pointed forward, and as he pulled the trigger to kill the walker, you noticed the silencer, and the plain design of the gun. It was Carl’s.
“Carl?” you asked quietly, your voice cracking slightly. “Yeah? I knew it was you.” he mumbled, his voice low. “Why the hell would you point your gun at me then?” you asked, turning around to face him. “Why are you out here?” he ignored your question by asking his own. You frowned, “I should be asking you that. I came out here looking for you.” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest. “How did you know I was out here? What if that gun wasn’t mine?! huh? You could be dead.” Carl snapped, turning to look at you fully. You were taken aback a bit by it but you still remained calm on the outside. “Someone saw you and told me.” you replied normally. He looked at you for a moment before rolling your eyes and placing his gun back in his pocket. “Well, you found me. You can leave now." 
"I’m not leaving here unless you come with me.” you said, smiling a little bit. You’d hoped that your smile would lighten the mood a little bit but it only upset him even more. “I’m not ready to go yet, but you are. So go home.” he snapped, this time, even louder. You sighed and looked down, “Carl,” you looked back up, “what’s wrong with you lately?” you asked as you took a step forward. He squinted his eyes and tilted his head a tiny bit, “Nothings wrong with me. The only thing wrong is that you won’t stop bugging me about it.” he muttered, still staring you straight in the eyes. Your eyes widened a small bit and you let your shoulders lazily slump. “Carl.. I’m just worried-”
“I don’t give a shit, you shouldn’t be. I’m fine.” he yelled, reaching for his gun. Your heart race sped up now. “Carl - what the hell?!” You choked out, the fear becoming noticeable in your voice. “I said leave.” he said sternly, his eyes darkening as he looked at you. You felt your stomach drop almost as if you were going to throw up. “Fine,” you whispered, tears threatening to leave your eyes, “just please be careful.” you mumbled, getting ready to walk past him. You couldn’t even be mad, you were too scared and worried about him. He almost pulled a gun on you - purposely.
“Why do you think I don’t know how to handle myself?!” he screamed, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you against the tree harshly. You gasped, a tear falling from your right eye as you cowered back. “I.. I didn’t say that!” you exclaimed, your voice becoming a bit shaky. “Then quit telling me what to do!” he yelled, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. “Are you scared? Why are you crying?” he asked, almost in a mock-like tone. “Fuck off. Let me go.” you spat, looking him dead in the eye. He watched you for a moment, he only smirked, and he chuckled darkly. This was not the Carl you knew. “Getting feisty now, are we?” he asked, his eyes darkening even more as he stepped closer to you. You felt your cheeks heat up but you didn’t know why. You liked Carl a lot and of course you loved being close to him, but this was not Carl. This was not the Carl you became best friends with. This was not the Carl you fell in love with. “You said I should leave so I’m going to. Let me go.” you muttered, another tear falling down your red cheeks. Carl stared at you for a moment before shaking his head. You watched him as his face fell, his eyes becoming dull, to the point where they were completely black. You gasped quietly, your chest sinking in as you exhaled deeply, your eyes widening in fear. “Your.. your eyes.” you whispered, slowly trying to squirm away from him.
“You know, I can see what he sees in you.” he mumbled. You stood still and stared at him, your mouth slightly open in shock. “Who?” you asked quietly. “Carl.” he said, his lips soon forming a smirk as he looked into your eyes. You squinted your own eyes, your face becoming even more red. “Carl, grow the fuck up! This isn’t funny!” you yelled, using your arms to push him away quickly. He stumbled back but he didn’t fall, instead, he grabbed your wrist and forced you back over to him, causing you to let out a quiet gasp. “I’m not Carl!” he yelled, his voice low as he pushed you back against the tree. You felt the wind get knocked out of you, you gasped for air as you looked away from him. “Please, stop-” you choked out, tears continuously running down your cheeks now. His grip on your upper arms would surely leave bruises. “Carl can’t do anything. He’s watching everything that’s happening, yet he can’t do anything about it.” he spat, his face getting awkwardly close to yours. “He might even have to watch you die.” he whispered into your ear, his breath was hot and sent shivers down your spine, your back arching slightly as you struggled under his grip. “What is going on then?” you asked, stuttering over almost every word. 
You’d only known of demons for having black eyes. You’d seen a few movies about them before the apocalypse begun but you never believed it could happen. Part of you still thought it was crazy, but you also used to think zombies couldn’t ever be real. Now they are, and you fight the walkers everyday. Anything could happen and you knew that, you just didn’t want to believe it.
“You already know, you’re just doubting yourself. You think it can’t happen, well, think again.” he answered, his grip on your arms loosening slightly. You let out a quiet, choked sob, and looked down. “Please, just.. stop. You..”
His grip tightened on one arm, and with the other hand he lifted your chin again. “Just shut up. I’m not done talking.” he muttered. You looked at his face, not directly into his eyes, and bit down on your bottom lip to avoid crying even more. He watched in amusement, his eyes exploring your face and eventually falling to your lips. “I know you like him. He likes you too. He’s too much of a chicken shit to do anything about it. That’s young love for ya.” he said, his voice not as harsh as it was before. You closed your eyes as your cheeks became red again. “You’re lying.” you whispered, your chest still rising and falling heavily. He grinned and shook his head, “Nah, I’m not. If there’s one thing I don’t do, its lie. I just simply get what I want.” he exclaimed, a smirk on his face as his eyes widened. “Well what do you want?” you asked as you opened your eyes. “Well, first..” he stopped talking and let go of you, backing away slowly. “I want to give Carl what he wants.” he said, smirking once again. “And then,” he began to walk towards you again, “I want him to watch you die.” he said calmly. You frowned, another tear falling down your cheek as you looked at him. “Please, just leave- you don’t-”
“I don’t have to do it!” he sarcastically exclaimed in a high pitched voice. He then looked down at you, tilted his head, and let his expression fall. “Really? you think that’ll work?” he asked. You closed your eyes and sighed, “No. I don’t.” you whispered. He chuckled and grabbed your shoulders, causing you to open your eyes quickly. He was close to you. “Carl enjoys this.” he said cockily, his eyebrows raising a bit. “I know he doesn’t. Now, you’re lying.” you spat. He rolled his eyes and scoffed, looking down at you. “I meant he enjoys being this close to you, so don’t call me a liar.” You gulped lightly and shook your head, noticing the knife in his pocket.
You didn’t know how to get this thing out of him, but you didn’t want to let it stay. You didn’t want to not try anything. 
“What does Carl want?” you asked slowly, trying to calm your breathing. He smirked, inching closer to you, his one hand falling to your waist. You flinched slightly and let out a small breath of air. “A little nervous, now, are we?” he asked. You took in a deep breath and shook your head, “No.” you lied. He grinned and watched your eyes for a moment, before leaning in quickly and pressing his cold lips against yours heavily. You wanted to push him away, but part of you felt like you were really kissing Carl. You always wanted to kiss him. You liked it. You liked the way his lips felt on yours.  
But its not really him.
You felt your eyes shut as he pushed you against the tree, his hand gripping your waist and pulling you closer to him. You kissed back and you hated yourself for it. It’s not him. You waited for him to lean in again, and you quickly reached for the knife in his pocket. You opened your eyes quickly and so had he, but before he could move, you jabbed the knife into his side and he let out a sharp gasp, you did the same as you felt his blood pour out onto your hand. You pushed him away as you began to sob, watching him as he fell to the ground. “Carl!” you yelled, “I’m so sorry!”
He landed on his back and opened his mouth to let out a scream, but all that came out was a loud whistling sound and a bunch of black smoke. You watched in fear, falling back against the tree and gasping for air. Carl’s back arched and his mouth closed, and after a few seconds, he fell limp and let out a quiet sob. The area around you was quiet except for your breathing and his quiet cries. “C-Carl..?” you asked quietly, taking a small step towards him. “Its.. its me.” he choked out, reaching down for the knife wound in his side. You quickly ran over to him and knelt down beside him, moving his hair out of his eyes and lifting his head up. His eyes were back to normal and his skin wasn’t as pale. “Carl- shit, I’m.. I’m so sorry- I-” you tried speaking and tried apologizing but sobs cut off each word. You’d stabbed him. He was now physically hurt. You grabbed the knife from the ground and cut off a piece of your shirt, then held the cloth against his wound and applied pressure. He looked up at you, a tear falling down his face. “I’m sorry.” he whispered, his voice hoarse. You forced a smile and bent down, wiping the tear with your clean hand. “Its not your fault.” you whispered, holding his head up in your lap. He coughed quietly and you looked around to make sure nothing was coming. “I’m sorry he did that- I’m sorry he-”
You cut him off by shushing him. “Its not your fault. I did it for you.” you whispered. He looked up at you and you sighed, “Carl,” you mumbled, “I can’t lose you. You’re my best friend and I’d do anything for you. I’d jump in front of a bullet for you and I’d never mean to purposely hurt you. I didn’t want to stab-”
he smiled a little and shook his head, “I wouldn’t let you jump in front of a bullet for me.” he said, a small laugh following his words. You let out a quiet laugh too as tears continued to fall down your cheeks, considering you were still in shock. “You couldn’t stop me.” you said, laughing quietly even more afterwards. He grinned and pushed himself up a little bit, causing you to freak out just for a second. “Don’t move, Carl-”
“We have to get back inside.” he said, turning to face you completely. You stared at him for a moment and sighed, nodding slowly. “We have to walk to the front gate. You can’t climb the wall. Were just gonna have to say we snuck out.” you whispered. He smiled and grabbed your free hand, “When they ask, this stab wound isn’t from you. Its from a stranger. And you helped me.” he said, looking into your eyes. You bit down on your bottom lip again and nodded, “That sounds good. Still, I’m sorry." 

You helped Carl walk to the front gate, you had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and you continued to keep pressure applied to his wound. When you got to the gates, luckily, Enid was the one to open it. She didn’t ask much but she did get Denise, and the three of you begged her not to tell anyone about this. She kindly agreed and you felt as if you couldn’t thank her enough.
When Carl was patched up and ready to go to sleep, you sat on the edge of his bed. "Thank you for saving me today.” he said, smiling lightly as he looked at you. You laughed quietly and looked down, “I don’t think I saved you, Carl, I stabbed you.” you mumbled. “Hey,” Carl said as he grabbed your hand, his eyes softening, “You didn’t stab me. You stabbed the other.. thing. Its gone now, and that’s because of you.” He said, sitting up slightly and leaning against his headboard. You watched him and nodded slowly. You wanted to ask if everything that was said earlier was true but you decided against it. “Goodnight.” you said quietly, standing up and leaning down, placing a quick kiss on his forehead. Your cheeks became red and you were shocked you even did that, but you were even more surprised when Carl grabbed your arm gently and pulled you back down.
He connected his lips to yours and your eyes instantly shut, you kissed back softly. It was really him. Carl really kissed you first. His hand rested on your shoulder for the small kiss and when he pulled away, the both of you were smiling. “Stay with me tonight?”

The two of you fell asleep in his bed, his arm wrapped around your waist as he held onto your protectively, and also, just because he loved you.

(oohhkaaay the part where the demon left his body was sorta weird but I didn’t feel like having a full on exorcism was appropriate?? lmao I still hope you enjoyed it. BYE)

TRUE ROMANCE + Book 2 of Soul Mate

Summary: What if second chances did exist…except in another lifetime?

A/N: My dudes, I’m so happy you guys are loving it so much, as much as the cuteness is killing me, its killing me (too) to write. Like I said, this wont be so angst filled as Soul Mate was as it’ll be more to the romantic side because I’m a sucker for romance and how nice would it be to see Ben Solo being that kinda guy? Anyways, thanks for reading :)

Warning: None.

Word Count: 4K+


After nearly tripping up the steps and almost breaking the heel of your shoes as you entered the elevator, you had decided it was best to go barefoot–although it irked you–before something disastrous happened. “This is my humble abode,” You smiled, opening the heavy door as you instantly heard jingling. “And this…” Sitting on your knees as you were attacked by slobbery ‘kisses’, Ben only smiled at the sight, “Is Astro.”

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