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Z Nation meme | four relationships [¼]  —– Murphy and Warren

I’m counting on you.

Bro, don’t lose her. Don’t let her slip away. I know you’re young and you want to get with as many girls as you can and you want to be single and not have to worry about hurting girls and dealing with all the bullshit, the kind that comes with making a commitment to someone, you wanna be the one every girl wants and the guy that can get every girl. But you have something so good right in front of you, how can you lose that on another girl who’s name you won’t remember in a few weeks? What do those girls do for you? No one else gets you the way she does. When the time comes and you realize how much you had and how much you left it behind, you’re going to want her back and she’ll be gone. She’ll find someone else who makes her so fucking happy that she can’t stop smiling, she’s going to realize he does everything you never did. You’ll watch other guys approach her and give her attention and for the first time in a long time she’ll actually start to take it and flirt back, what the fuck does she have to lose? She’s single, right? You don’t want her anymore, remember? The worst feeling you’ll ever experience, to physically watch her give her time and attention to another guy that’s not you, it’s gonna tear you apart if you don't do something about her. Message her, call her, go see her, the longer you leave it the further she’ll slip away and you're going to regret it. Don’t you dare stand there and watch her drift, she’s worth so much more than that. She’s a fucking keeper man. When you read those quotes you think of her straight away and even though other girls come and go in your life she’s the one you think about the most. Yeah she’s a girl and she has her girl moments where you can’t be fucked with the boring conversations and being a gentleman all the time, but it will pay off when she gives you what you really want; her complete time and attention to you and no other guy. The feeling when she tells you that she wants you right now so bad will make you run to be wherever she is. Go get her. She's not showing it but she misses you and would kill to have you in her arms again and her body next to you. Don’t let her leave and then expect her to come running back because she won’t. She has no idea how you feel because you don’t show it, for all she knows you don’t even think about her anymore. Realize what you have while you still have it because once she’s gone she’s gone forever. She was yours. She's too important to let anyone else have her and she’s too good to lose for one minute of pleasure with someone else. She misses you brother, go get her back.
(Request) Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Requested by: @babyblues915

Could you write a one shot of Negan and Rick’s daughter playing pool and then Rick shows up wondering what the hell is going on? 😂 I love the negan x Rick’s daughter dynamic

Warnings: NSFW, swearing as usual lol

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Note: Such a fun story to write! Keep ‘em requests coming! Hope y’all enjoy reading this, especially you babyblues915! xoxo

You were in Judith’s room playing with her when you heard the sound of Alexandria’s main gate being pulled open. Frowning, you went over to the window to check out what was going on. As expected, the Saviors had paid your community another surprise visit on the day that your father, Rick, and the rest were out.

When you headed downstairs with Judith, you saw Carl about to leave the house and immediately called for him.

“Stay in the house, Carl. I’ll deal with them.” You told him as you carefully handed him your youngest sister.

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Keep It Down (Smut)

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Request: Aaliyah has friends over, but Shawn is needy. 

Word count: 1,301 (kinda short, so let’s call it a blurb)

Shawn grabbed roughly around your waist, after slamming the bathroom door, making sure to lock it behind you.

In a quick move, he picked you up from the floor and you wrapped your legs around his hips. He banged your back against the wall, leaving behind a loud noise, as he roughly smashed his craving lips into yours.

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locker room | reggie mantle (riverdale)

Originally posted by joeck

prompt: 80- “you are so tiny compared to me”

it was another long boring cheer practice and the squad had been kicked out of our gym and thrown out onto the football field to train with the football team.

it was one of the hottest days of the year and you had to spend the past hour dodging footballs and doing a bunch of different flips and learning cheryls impossible choreography.

you feel breathless doubling over trying to suck in a breathe feeling all types of heat stroke. you bring your head up waving down your red headed captain

“can we like take a break for 5 minutes?” you huff shielding your eyes from the sun.

she glances around at her team half the girls were already sitting on the ground trying to shield themselves from the scorching hot sun

“5 minutes and thats it” she yells out to the whole squad before walking all the way over to me extending a bottle to me “thanks red” i mumble taking a long swig

the siren rings loud indicating an end of a period and cheryl huffs sighing “lets go ladies practice is over” she yells turning and scowling at me

“oh c'mon your not mad at me right?” i ask jogging behind my best friend as she struts off the field whistling from the hormonal teenage boys behind us filling the field

“im not” she replies keeps her focus in front of her “cheryl?” i question stopping in my place only for her to walk off without me.

i groan rolling my eyes taking another long sip out of the icy water bottle when i feel a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist pulling me up

I squeal as the water squirts out of the bottle my feet leaving the grass. i trash around in the strangers arms until im put down familiar giggles filling the air

“reggie you jerk you made me wet” i complain trying to wipe of the water that had spilt on my uniform as i walk next to my boyfriend

archie and chuck snicker a smile growing on my raven haired boyfriends face “baby girl i know i do, maybe you should really be telling everyone” he teases

i roll my eyes pushing his chest “your such a child” i laugh glancing at the three boys sticking my tongue out and spraying them with my water bottle

they yell covering their faces chasing me across he field, i squeal running as fast as my feet carry me until I’m lifted up into the air more and more water pouring on top of me

“STOP!” i yell after they put me down i rush to reggie bury myself into his chest trying to protect myself reggie getting soaked in the process

“ANDREWS! CLAYTON!” i hear coach clayton yell gainging the attention of the three jocks

they drop their bottles looking up at the older man “yes coach?” archie calls back guilt on his face

“maybe we should leave miss (y/l/n) alone so she can get to class, we’ll need her on the field cheering and not in detention”

i find myself giggling pushing my wet hair off my face “lets go” i laugh linking my hands with revives and pulling him toward the locker rooms

i remove my ponytail and let me hair run down my back before facing reggie as he strips off his uniform and changed back into regular clothes

“this was all i had to wear today” i sulk

he turns to me licking his lips as he stares at me “remind me to wet you wore when your in your uniform?” he chuckles

furrowing my brows i look down to se what you can clearly see my black lace bra now that’s the white cotton was drenched.

i playfully smack my boyfriends chest “can you give me something to wear?” i beg pouting, slipping on a pair of denim shorts and removing my white shirt

his eyes dart around the room pulling me into him by my waist “god (y/n) you can’t just strip off what is someone came in” he glances around the room eyes wide panic on his expression

i laugh standing up on my tippy toes and pulling reggie down to connect our lips “you worry too much mantle” he kisses back slipping his hands under my thighs to lift me up on his waist

we continue to kiss gradually getting heated until the should of a locker shutting brings us back to reality

reggie almost drops me still managing to keep my chest out of sight

“wow- andrews what are you doing in here” reggie starts pulling me behind him pulling a shirt over his head

“it’s the locker room reg- im just grabbing my stuff” he chuckles grabbing a fresh shirt before walking away for us laughing at the encounter

reggie turns around digging through his locker, you giggle your hands sliding up his chest “here” he mumbles handing me one of his shirts before dipping down and joining our lips

“reggie this is massive on me” i sulk letting the white t hang just above my knees, he turns and giggles at the sight of me.

i pout crossing my arms in front of my chest “regggg” i sulk dropping my bottom lip.

“im sorry baby girl” he pauses trying to hold back laughter “you are just so tiny compared to me”

he walks back over to you kissing the top of your head “maybe see if the girls have something for you? or you could tie it?” he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“okay bfg” you poke fun tucking the shirt into your high waisted shorts the raven haired boy puzzled at your statement.

“im a what now?” “a big friendly giant” he narrows his eyes before punching lifting me up into the air swinging me around

“thats it you asked for it”

and after what seemed like the longest tickle fight of your life you both emerge from the locker room hand in hand smiles evident on your faces as you look up to your boyfriend pulling his jacket closer around me body

you were reggies girl

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Bring It Back - Part Two (Smut)

A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for taking this story so well, it really warms my heart and I’m so grateful. I really hope this lives up to your expectations, like I’m actually dead nervous you won’t like it. I would love feedback on it, it would make my day.
Also just need to say a massive thank you to my precious twinny @illuminateshawn​, who’s always there to read tiny pieces and give me feedback. You are so precious to me, thank you!

Word count: 6,502

March 4 th 2017
Pickering, Canada

You bit your lip as you waited for a response from Shawn. A minute passed by, then two, then three, four, five….

Half an hour later and then you just stopped counting after that.

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Back Massages

Pairing: Dylan x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2393

Warnings: unprotected sex, explicit language

Authors Note: I’m really excited about this one! There will also be a part two that I’ll have to start working on! I want to thank @thelittlestkitsune for mentioning to me for this to be sinful and giving me a few pointers! A HUGE thanks goes to @smutandahalf for reading this over plenty of times and helping me express what I was saying better and helping on a few parts I didn’t know how to explain. 

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Negan Imagine ~ Out of the blue

When Negan first visits Alexandria he takes a liking in the heavily pregnant reader and shows a whole different side of him when its suddenly gets really tough for her…

Requested

Originally posted by aliciasdaryl

The sun was shining brightly while you sat on the porch of your house while you sat in the rocking chair swinging slightly back and forth as you saw Rick coming towards you.
”Feeling better?”, he asked as he walked the stairs up.
Your pregnancy had been everything else than easy.
Shortly after you had noticed it, the problems had began and while you had thought that it would stop after the first months it got even worse.
You could be glad that you were in Alexandria, had medicine and wouldnt have to fear that the baby would come while a hoard of walkers could show up around every corner.
”A bit. The fresh air is doing a good job”, you said smiling at him while he pulled some tablets out of his pockets.
”I was told to give them to you”, he said laying the tablets into your hands.
You looked at Rick while he sat down next to you in another rocking chair.
His face was pale, he looked like he hadnt slept in days and his eyes looked like he would begin to cry in every next second.
It was just days ago you had seen your friends coming back, their faces completely distraught and filled with grief.
Their eyes still red and swollen from crying.
It still felt unreal that they were gone and you wished that they would come back, even if you knew they wouldn’t.
You weren’t with them when this man, this monster, killed them.
You were in Alexandria, keeping everything as good together as you could while Rick was gone.
You had almost come with them, but Gregory opposed to let two pregnant women live at Hilltop and you knew that you would let Maggie go when he announced that to Rick.
You had a break of your problems in that time and you would have never taken the place while seeing how bad she felt.
But the hard pregnancy wasnt the only thing Maggie and you shared.
The father of your child wouldnt ever get the chance to see his child grow up, just like Glenn.
He had died shortly before you met Aaron who brought you to Alexandria and also shortly before you found out that you were pregnant.
”Wont be long until its coming, huh?”, Rick asked smiling slightly while nodding over to your belly.
”By what the Doctor at hilltop calculated the last time, it has to be about two weeks, maybe a bit less left”, you said smiling back.
You looked back onto the street and saw how Rosita walked towards your house and looked up to Rick and you.
“Rick? I’ll go with Spencer on a run. Just wanted you to know”, she said into your direction.
“Alright”, responded Rick nodding before just minutes after Rosita had vanished you heard noises coming from the gates you couldnt match to Rosita and Spencer.

You walked behind Rick in the direction of the gates and could already see from afar that Spencer and Rosita werent alone and that the man behind the gates was no one else than the man your friends had told you of with shook in their voices
Negan.
He was standing there, with the baseball bat that had killed your friends over his shoulder while he talked to Spencer.
“You’re too early”, said Rick while he walked closer towards Negan.
“Missed you”, Negan said chuckling with a weird grin on his lips.
You surveyed him while he talked to Rick.
He was tall, his dark hair was gelled back, his lips that still formed that grin were surrounded with a salt and pepper beard and his eyes were gleaming.
And this pair of eyes suddenly darted directly at you while their gleam increased.
His glance stayed on you and caught your eyes and didnt let them go for moments until he looked grinning back to Rick.
Your glance went behind him were you saw how Daryl stood within Negans army.
He looked horrible, clothed in some kind of sack looking stuff and his face was swollen and covered with bruises.
God what had they done with him?

You got ripped out of your thought by the squeaking of the gates and saw how Negan walked grinning inside.
“Hold that”, muttered Negan grinning to Rick before walked towards you.
“Holy crap Darling, you are really pregnant like holy shit…and by the way also fucking pretty”, he said smirking as he walked closer while his eyes didn’t leave yours letting a shiver run down your back. 
He looked on some exaggerated kind of way around as if he was searching for somebody before he looked back at you. 
“You know Sweetie, you really deserve fucking better. If I’d be your fucking man I wouldn’t leave your fucking side…especially not in your circumstances”, he said grinning at you. 
“He’s dead”, you hissed glaring at him. 
Negan formed an “Oh” with his lips which you werent really sure about if he was actually sorry or just being sarcastic. 
Seconds later he looked smirking at you, his tongue between his lips while he analyzed your face.
“Would you-”, started Rick to say but was directly interrupted by Negan. 
“No Rick. Would you fucking shut up while I’m talking to this beautiful lady?”, Negan said chuckling at Rick while he pointed at you. 
You nodded to Rick, trying to show him that everything was alright, another dispute here was the last thing you needed and wanted.
“So what’s your name, Darling”, he asked as he turned smirking back to you . 
“(Y/N)”, you said. 
“Thats some fucking beautiful name, Darling. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m Negan”, he said smirking while you just nodded trying to respond with an uninterested glance. 
“Sweetheart, Its a fucking shame that I gotta do some work here but I’d fucking love to spend some time with you when its done”, he said winking at you before he walked back to Rick who was still holding Negans bat in his hands.
“Didn’t know you have such treasures here”, you heard him chuckling say as he bowed down to Rick. 
Negan winked one last time at you before he and his men began to make their way through Alexandria.

You walked sighing through the streets, not really knowing what to do while you saw how the Saviors got everything out of the houses that seemed somehow useful to them, before you saw Carl walk into the provisional Hospital and decided to follow him into it.
But as you had already expected it, you and Carl werent alone for a long time.
You jolted up as you saw two men walking into the room and walked straight towards the cupboards with the medicine and began pulling everything inside their bags they could grab.
”You need to leave something here”, growled Carl while one of the men turned chuckling around.
”We don’t need to leave anything here”, he said before he turned back around again and grabbed some more tablets.
“Don’t you see that she’s pregnat? She needs the medicine”, said Carl his voice already trembling though anger.
“Kid, do you think we care about that? ‘Cause surprise surprise, we don’t”, said the man chuckling darkly.
“The deal was half of it, not all”, you said calmly but still tensed.
The man turned around and looked chuckling at you.
“The thing is, what you say doesn’t matter. Not at all”, he said grinning at you. You scoffed but before you could continue you saw how Carl raised his gun.
“Deal is Deal”, growled Carl as the man turned around to him.
“Come on Kid, put that gun down you won’t shoot anyway”, said the other man grinning.
In the same moment Carl pointed at the ceiling and pulled the trigger producing a loud shot.
“I’m serious”, Carl growled before he continued.
“Now put them back”, Carl threatened while you saw two figures coming in through the door.
Rick and Negan.
Negans glance wandered from Carl to you and back before he turned around to him.
“Wow, really Kid?”, Negan asked chuckling.
“You should all go before you find out how dangerous we all are”, growled Carl, the gun still raised.
“Well, pardon me, young man. Excuse the sit out of my goddamn french but did you just fucking threaten me?”, asked Negan pointing at Carl who growled in response.
“I like you, so I don’t wanna go hard and prove a point here…again”, Negan continued while Carl finally lowered the gun.
“So whats the fucking problem, that Carl over here wants to shoot my men”, asked Negan raising his eyebrows.
“Your men want to take all the medicine and not the agreed half”, you said while Negan turned around to you by the sound of your voice.
He smirked while looking into your eyes, but just seconds later his glance got more serious before he turned around to his men.
“Alright…you leave the fucking medicine here”, he said shortly glancing at you and then back to his men.
“Everyth-”, began the shorter one to reply but got interrupted by Negan.
“Yeah fucking everything. But that doesnt change that this young man tried to cause some fucking trouble with one of my guns. So you know what I fucking guess Rick? I think you have way to many of my fucking guns”, he said looking over to Rick.
While Negan began to talk to Rick you felt how an unbearable pain shot through your body and made your legs feel like they couldn’t hold your body anymore. You heard how you gasped asyou stumbled backwards, while your eyes fluttered through the pain that just wouldn’t stop shooting through every inch of your body.
You felt how somebody grabbed you before you could stumble even more and how this person placed one hand on your back to stabilize you.
As you slowly looked up from your belly you didn’t saw into Ricks or Carl’s eyes, it were Negans.
“Holy crap Sweetheart are you alright?”, he asked looking at you while you tried to get your voice back.
“It’s coming”, was the only thing you could get out of your mouth before the pain shot again through your body.
Looking into his eyes you saw the shook in them, he swallowed hard and it seemed like he couldnt get a word out of his mouth.
You had made this man speechless for a moment.
You saw how he rallied himself , while you noticed that you had clawed your hands into the leather sleeves of his jacket.
Hell, why now?
Why?
Now when this man was here.
“Where’s your fucking doctor?”, Negan finally asked turning to Rick.
“Your men shot her some time ago”, you muttered before Rick could say anything.
Negan looked back at you while he breathed stressed out.
“Anybody else who knows how to deliver a fucking baby?”, he asked and you could hear that he tried to be as calm as he could.
You tired to get your pounding head to think about the people that could be in line for that.
Rosita was in the woods with Spencer.
She could be anywhere there.
The only one that came into your mind was Eric.
He had told you some time ago that he had assisted by one of the births while Pete had been the doctor here.
And that was better than nothing
“Maybe Eric, but I don’t know where he is”, you  said while your voice trembled.
“Okay Sweetheart, I’ll fucking stay here with you and we’re gonna bring this baby fucking healthy into the world, trust me”, he said still holding you tight before he ordered Rick to search for Eric.
“You’re not staying alone here with her”, said Carl suddenly glaring at Negan.
“Kid, do you really fucking think I’ll hurt her or what?”, Negan asked bewildered.
Carl scoffed while his glance gored through Negan.
“Alright, stay here or help your Dad search for that man, whatever”, Negan said before he looked back at you.
“Its too early, its coming too early”, you muttered trembling while you still tried to realize what was happening right now.
“Don’t worry Sweetheart. Its gonna be fucking alright”, Negan said stroking over your back.
He was calm now, or at least were good at pretending to be and with that, he surprised you.
Right now he wasnt that asshole, he was softer and more concerned than you ever thought this man could be.
Your legs began to become weak again and it seemed like Negan noticed that.
“I’ll get you to the cot”, you heard Negan mutter before he slowly lead you over to the cot.
Your legs trembled as you propped yourself against it and suddenly felt something wet running down your legs.
“Shit”, you muttered before you looked swallowing at Negan.
“Something wrong, Darling?”, you heard Negan ask with a concerned undertone.
“My water just broke”, you responded while you saw how Negan swallowed before he helped you get onto the cot
You laid there whille the pain of your first contraction decreased as Negan looked at you.
“Alright, we gotta get you out of those pants”, he said looking down on you before you slowly nodded.
Negan began gently slipping off your pants but as he went for your panties you jolted up by his touch.  
“Theres no reason to be shy, Sweetheart. Trust me, Ive already seen lady parts and I won’t touch you anywhere you don’t fucking want to”, he said.
”Okay”, you responed quietly nodding.
You looked over to Carl.
You could see that he tried his hardest to not let it show through how difficult this situation was for him.
You had been with them when Lori gave birth to Judith, had helped Maggie to get the baby out of Loris body and had seen how Carl had to see how his mother died.
And you had heard how he finally shot her.
If the situation right now sent you back to the moment his mom died through childbirth, then he would see the pictures before his eyes again also.
“Carl, you don’t have to stay if-”, you said but before you could go on Carl interrupted you.
“I’m staying”, he said determined while you heard Negan chuckle slightly.
You looked back at him, he had sat down on a chair and now he took your hand into his.
“What are you doing?”, you asked looking surprised at him.
“You’re gonna need something to fucking squeeze, right?”, he asked grinning.
That man that sat next to you, holding your hand had nothing in common with the man your friends had to met.
With the man that had bashed your friends heads.
And that confused you.
You didnt know how to get those two versions of him together.
How to see him anyways.
You were about to ask him why he was staying but you felt how everything in your lower stomach contracted again and the pain rushed through your whole body.
You began to tremble uncontrollably as your breath got faster and your heart pumped heavily against your chest while it felt like somebody was ripping your stomach.
The pain brought tears into your eyes and let them fall down your cheeks while you tried to not let the pain drive you insane.
You squeezed the living hell out of Negans hands while he stroke with his free hand over your lower arm, trying his best to help you through your pain.
Suddenly the door hit open and you saw how Eric rushed in, while you felt how the contraction got less strong again but left your body trembling.
“Rick told me-”, he said but suddenly stopped as he saw Negan sitting next to you while you saw how Negan began to grin.
Eric swallowed but walked then over to you.
“So you know how that whole fucking thing works?”, asked Negan looking at the swallowing Eric.
“I’m no doctor, but I helped once…I’ll try my very best", he said to Negan before his glance wandered over to you.
“Trust me”, Eric said while you responded with a nod because you couldn’t get a word out of your mouth.
You tried to calm yourself a bit down as the pain left your body, but you knew that it would come back, and that it would come back even worse.
You looked at your hand that was still grabbed tight around Negans and made his turn pale.
You shocked loosend your grip as you saw how hard you had squeezed it.
“No, no, its fucking okay, just keep doing it”, he said pulling your hand back into his after he had seen your glance.
“Thanks”, you forced with the last energy out of your trembling lips while he began letting his thumb circle soothing over the back of your hand.
“Any fucking time”, he said with a slight smile on his lips.
You stayed like that for not long until the next contraction started that was even worse than the others before and it just kept going like that.
Contraction.
Break.
Contraction.
Break and it just went on and on, while the breaks became smaller and the contractions so worse that you had the feeling that it would break your body.
You don’t know how long it went on like that but it felt like a eternity.
“Alright, (Y/N) you have to press”, said Eric and seemed to sound as calm as he could.
You followed his directions but it just felt like it helped nothing while the pain tortured you.
You heard Negan saying words and even if your pounding head and the gaze the pain had laid over you didnt let you hear what he was saying, his voice somehow calmed you a bit down.

The pain of the contraction finally decreased slowly and left you completely done.
Your ribcage went uncontrollably up and down and you felt as weak as never before.
“I don’t know how long I can go on”, you stumbled, your voice trembling almost as much as your whole body while you looked over to Negan.
“Alright, listen Sweetheart, you seem like a fucking brave and strong woman and I fucking bet you’ve went through a whole shitload of crap so you’ll fucking make it through this too”, Negan said calmly while he soothing squeezed your hand.
You nodded slowing your breath down and laying back into the pillow.
Suddenly Eric’s face went as white as a ghost.
“Whats wrong?”, you heard Negan ask concerned.
You looked to Eric and saw his hands and lower arms completely covered in blood while he stared swallowing over to Negan.
”I don’t think that much blood is normal”, it blustered out of his mouth while his eyes were widened.
Your breath got heavier again, while your body began shaking harder.
You didnt know what to do anymore.
Your head was muddled trough all the pain and your body felt like it couldnt take much more burden.
“What now?”, was the only thing you could get out of your mouth.
“I…I make it somehow happen..we have to go through this, theres no other way I can think of”, said Eric exhausted but still determined.
You saw yourself already dead, worse, your child dead and the thoughts of that made the panic increase and your eyes widened, while you began to quietly whimper.
“Shh, you’re doing a fucking great job (Y/N). You’re gonna make it through this, alright? We’re gonna deliver your baby fucking healthy, I fucking promise”, Negan said before he brought your hand to his face and brushed his lips over its back while his thumb kept circling soothing over it.
You tried to allow the feeling to calm you down, you didnt want the pain to take over your head even if it seemed often like it almost did.
And after a few moment his actions actually calmed you a little bit down before the next time wanted to test you again.
Eric did all he could.
Carl glanced supporting at you even if you saw how hard it was for him.
Negan kept sitting next to you, stood by your side the whole time, held your hand and somehow found the right words.
And you, you were trying your best to stay determined and not let the horrible pain get you down that kept trying to conquer your head after it had overtaken your body.
You don’t know how long it stayed like that.
How long the pain washed over you like a wave that tried to drown you again and again.
And even if it seemed almost impossible to you, Negan was definitely one of the reasons you could keep up.

You were almost completely down and out as you heard a scream and with that one moment you were complete awake again.
As your view began to be clear again was the first thing you saw Negan, his face turned away from you but you could still recognize how amazed and speechless he looked into a specific direction.
You followed his glance and saw how Eric walked towards you with a little body in his arms.
The little body of your baby.
As you felt how it was laid onto your chest, the feeling of pure happiness streamed through your whole body and seemed to wash all the pain out of it.
The last hours suddenly didnt matter anymore for now, they were more than worth it.
You looked at the little human that laid just covered by a small blanket in your arms while you felt how warm tears of happiness rolled down your cheeks.
After some time your glance went up and you saw into the faces of Carl, Eric and also Negan whose glances were directed on you and your child.
You smiled overjoyed and couldnt even stop doing so.
You were exhausted but you didnt care about that for now, you were just happy that your child laid healthy in your arms after that torture of birth.
You heard a knock on the door and just moments later a savior came in.
“Boss, the night has already descended. We should maybe leave…”, said the man with a nervous undertone.
“A third of you stay here with me over the night, the others leave. I don’t fucking care who… and now get the fuck out”, growled Negan before he looked back at you.
You looked asking at him before walked a bit towards you.
“Just wanna be on the fucking save side that you’re both doing well”, he said with a small smile on his lips.
It was not alike the saucy grin he had on face when you were standing by the gates, no, this time and also the whole time he was standing by your side it was a honest friendly smile you would never have expected from him.
You should hate him for what he had done and was still doing to your friends, but after these endless hours he had shown another side and you couldnt leave that side unnoticed.
Negan sat down next to you on the cot looked from you to your child after he had softly brushed a strand of hair out of your face.
“Thats some fucking miracle, huh?”, he said looking at the little bundle of joy in your arms.
“Yeah, it is”, you muttered smiling while you the hand of your baby wrapped around your finger.
“I’ll let you everything here you fucking need, you’re not gonna have to fucking worry about anything”, he muttered half in thoughts before he looked with a half smile up and you could see in his glance that he absolutely meant it.

That man who were a monster had also a humane side in him left you couldn’t deny and he didnt just proved it through the birth where he had stood by your side the whole time, he also stayed the whole night after it with you, making sure that you were alright.
You got to see this side of him even more and more and somehow, you seemed to let this side of him grow.

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Babysitter-Ashton Irwin

Originally posted by loserxhemmo96

Warning: obviously smut and language

Rating: R


Your phone buzzed next to you on your bedside table. Groaning, you rolled over in your bed and unplugged your phone. Your phone read 8:30am which made you whimper in exhaustion. Below the time was a text from your only babysitting client at the time, Ms. Irwin. You had only acquired the job because your mom had been childhood friends with her, but she was a kind woman nonetheless.

Ms. Irwin was probably the sweetest woman to have ever walked the earth, despite the hardships she had overcame such as her husband leaving her with three kids a couple years ago. But what puzzled you to no extent was the fact that such a kind woman could have the literal spawn on satan as her eldest child.

Ashton Irwin, also known as Hades by yourself and your best friend (Y/BFF/N), was probably the rude human being you have encountered. Despite his stunning looks and musical talent, he was probably the one person you admittedly hated. Although he was a kind child when the two of you where in lower school, right when he hit his teens he pushed you away and never explained his reasons for doing so.

Now, in high school, he never even spared you a glance. It wasn’t as if you were still mad at him, he had pushed you away so long ago but he only angered you when you were babysitting his two younger siblings, Lauren and Harry. It seemed funny how Ms. Irwin always had you babysit even though Ashton was right upstairs in his room playing on his drums, but you both knew he wasn’t capable of taking care of two young children. 

From: Ms. Irwin-8:30am

Hey (Y/n), I’m so sorry to be an inconvenience to you but I was wondering if you can possibly watch the kids starting from 11am today to 7pm tomorrow? Sorry my boss just told me I have to come for a conference this weekend.

You groaned and sat up, running your hand through your hair before responding.

To: Ms. Irwin-8:34am

I’d be happy to (: I’ll see you at 11.

Since you had already woken up you knew attempting to go back to sleep was going to be useless. Hesitantly, you placed your bare feet on the cold wooden floor and quickly scampered to the bathroom to brush your teeth and you went to your kitchen to eat something for breakfast.

Time seemed to fly by and before you knew it you were approaching the front door of the Irwin household with your small overnight bag by your side.

You knocked once and the door flew open seconds later. Instead of the bright and smiling face of Ms. Irwin, you were greeted by the irritated look on Ashton’s face. “Hey Ash,” you smiled, despite the uncomfortable look on his face.

He closed the door behind you, “Don’t call me that,” he mumbled before walking past you to climb up his stairs and probably sulk in his room.

“(Y/n)!” Lauren yelled before wrapping her arms around your legs, followed by Harry.

“Hey guys! Are you excited about this weekend?” you asked, ruffling Harry’s hair.

They nodded in unison and you detached yourself from them to find Ms. Irwin who was in the kitchen making them their lunch. “Hi Ms. Irwin, how are you?” you asked, leaning against the counter.

She jumped in surprise, “Oh hi dear! I’m great, how are you?”

“I’m okay,” you responded.

“Thank you so much for coming on short notice. I really appreciate it.”

You smiled, grabbing the plates from her that held the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches she had made for them. “Of course, anytime. And don’t you have a plane to catch?” I asked.

Her eyes widened, “You’re right!” she rushed to grab her bags, “Again, thank you and I hope Ashton isn’t too much of a bother. He probably won’t leave his room anyways. Text me if there’s an emergency!” she yelled before running out to her car.

You let out a long breath before turning back to the two kids standing behind me. “So, what do you two wanna do?”

—————–

“That movie was so good!” Lauren yelled from the backseat of your car. The three of you had just went to the theater to see Moana and the kids were ecstatic about it.

You nodded and smiled, “Yeah it was great! What do you guys say? Ice cream when we get home?” They all nodded in excitement at your offer and practically bounced in their chairs until you arrived home.

Once you parked your car in the driveway they ran out of the car towards the house and flung themselves on the couch, awaiting their ice cream. You smiled at their excitement and went into the kitchen and pulled out the chocolate ice cream. 

You groaned when you realized the bowls where just about five centimeters from your reach even while you were on your toes. Suddenly, a body was pressed flush against yours. “You’re too damn short,” a voice said gruffly from behind you. You turned your head slightly to see Ashton’s bare, broad chest.

Before you knew it he had pulled down three bowls and placed them in front of you. “Thank you,” you whispered for no apparent reason, just because of the close proximity. 

His body lingered behind you for only a couple of seconds before he disappeared. You felt your face heat up but you quickly dismissed any thoughts of Ashton before scooping ice cream into the bowls.

“Who wants ice cream?” you asked, walking into the living room but you stopped in your tracks when the two toddlers were passed out on the couch. A soft smile spread across your face at the two softly sleeping. You set the bowls on the coffee table and picked up Harry to bring him to his room. 

After tucking both of them in you started walking down the hall to get to the stairs but you stopped in your tracks when you heard All Time Low blasting loudly from Ashton’s room.

You approached his door and opened it slightly, “Ashton can you please turn down your music? The kids are sleep-oh my god what are you doing!” you screeched when you saw Ashton laying naked on his bed, slowing pumping his length.

His face morphed into his signature angry expression and he pulled on his boxers before slamming the door in your face. You stood in front of his door, shell shocked for minutes until you finally processed what had actually happened and you ran downstairs to grab your bag and you shut the door to the guestroom down stairs.

Trying to get what you saw out of your head, you pulled out the book you brought with you and started to read. As you flipped through the pages you couldn’t seem to focus on what the story was telling you but rather on how hot Ashton looked, panting and grabbing his thick length in his hand.

A hard knock on your door interrupted your thoughts and you stood up from your bed, expecting one of the kids to be asking for the ice cream you promised them earlier.

But instead of the faces of one of the kids, when you opened the door you were faced with Ashton, and he looked more pissed then ever.

“Hey Ashton, I’m really sorry, I should’ve knocked-” your sentence was cut short yet again when Ashton flipped the two of you around and pushed you up against the door. 

You gasped when you felt his hot lips press hard kisses down the base of your throat. “Do you know what I was thinking about when I was jerking off?” he asked as he brought his face up to yours.

“What?” you asked.

His breath fanned against your face in uneven pants. “You,” he said before pressing his lips against yours.

It took you less than a minute to respond and you started moving your lips in sync with his. “Fuck I need you so bad,” he mumbled against your lips. All you could do was whimper in desperation.

“Where did this come from?” you panted, tangling your hands in his sandy curls.

He groaned when you tugged at his hair, “Fuck, I’ve liked you since we were crib mates.” With that his pressed his lips feverishly to yours again. You moaned when he shoved his tongue in your mouth.

His fingers slowly crept from your hips to your butt. He squeezed it lightly and pulled your body closer to his hips. He ground his rock hard erection against your clothed heat. “Fuck,” he drawled out. “I want to taste you so bad princess,” he mumbled against your lips.

He didn’t give you time to respond before he swiftly picked you up and sat down on the bed. With you straddling him, you pushed his chest back so you were on top of him. You tugged at his shirt, indicating you wanted it removed and he soon lifted it over his head. As he removed his shirt, you pulled yours over your head as well and you reached to unclasp your bra.

As soon as you had no clothes remaining on your top half, Ashton flipped you over so he hovered over you. “What do you want baby girl?” he asked, latching himself to one of your breasts. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud and he grazed his teeth over it causing you to tug at his hair. 

“Anything, Ash. Please, I’m so wet.” 

A whimper escaped his lips as he left a trail of kisses down in between the valley of your breasts and he stopped right at the band of your sweatpants. He looked up at you for approval you merely nodded in response to his silent question.

Quickly, he pulled down your pants and continued kissing up your thighs from your knees. He kept stopping right where you needed him most so eventually you sighed in frustration, “Ash, please don’t tease-oh motherfucking shit!” you yelled wen he licked a long strip up your clothed heat.

He pulled down your underwear and left a kiss on your clit. “I love it when you call me that,” he mumbled before completely diving in.

His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly causing your back to arch. When he added two fingers you almost lost it, “A-Ash, I c-can’t hold on much longer,” you whimpered, pulling his head closer.

He hummed against you sending vibrations that sent you over the edge. You let out a long moan as the knot inside of you exploded and you chanted his name repeatedly.

When he finally came up for air you pulled towards you and attached your lips to his. A hint of you could be tasted on his tongue which only made you more excited.

You dropped one of your hands down and slid it beneath his boxers. Grabbing his length, you slowly pumped it and with your thumb, you spread his precum around his tip.

He shivered, “As hot as you are doing this, can you please save this for next time because I’m literally about to burst and I really want to be inside of you when I do so.”

You didn’t stop pumping him which caused him to growl and grab both of your hands in one of his and he held them above your head. “Fuck you’re such a bad girl,” he groaned, pulling down his boxers with his other hand.

Out of anticipation, you rubbed your thighs together to try and create friction but he placed a hand in between them and spread them so wide you already knew walking would be an issue in the morning.

You felt his pulsing tip at your entrance and your mouth opened wide when he pushed his length all the way in. “Oh my-holy shit Ash,” you moaned, struggling against his grip because you ached to touch him.

“You’re so tight, princess,” he let out shakily.

You begged him to move and when he finally brought his length out and snapped his hips back into yours you could’ve sworn you saw stars. “Ashton, you’re so thick-fuck!” you arched your chest into his when he hit your g-spot.

He finally released your hands from his and brought his hand down to rub your clit. Instantly you brought your nails to his back and slowly dragged them down his soft skin. “Faster,” you moaned and tugged his lips down to yours.

He obeyed your wish and started snapping his hips harder and faster against yours. When he hit you g-spot again you clenched around him and he let out a strangled moan. “Fuck princess, please do that again.”

You clenched around him and without warning, he shot his load into you, making you cum around him as well. “(Y/n)!” he chanted as his thrusts got sloppy as he milked out both of your orgasms. 

Once the two of you had come down from your highs he turned and slowly pulled out and leaned on his side to face you. “I meant what I said.”

“And what was that?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“That I actually have really like you since we were crib buddies,” he laughed lightly. “I just didn’t know how to talk to a girl I really like and I didn’t wanna fuck it up.”

You smiled and pressed your lips to his. “I like you too.”

A wide smile spread across his face as he pulled you closer so that your head was resting on his chest. He turned off the bedside table lamp next to him and he left a kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight princess.”

We should have seen this and we should have known.

We should have known this baby 16 year-old boy with the giant slow-blinking doe eyes and perfectly dimpled smile would be too powerful.

We were all under his spell. His dark magic charm of incandescent beauty. His siren song of torture.

AND NOW WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS:

THIS IS OUR FAULT. WE LET HIS POWERS RUN WILD. HE’S TOO POWERFUL.

AVAST, SATAN. TAKE THE ANGEL BACK TO HELL.

Hotter Than The Pizza - Smut

Originally posted by jugheadjones

Author: @writing-obrien and @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dave Hodgman/Reader
Words: 5,504
AN: This fic was going to just be Chloe’s but then I jumped in to help her and it became a collab. You’re welcome. There’s just not enough Hodgman stories in the world.  Contains masturbation (both), Oral (female receiving), ‘Skype Sex’, inspired by Chloe’s truly embarrassing events at a pizza restaurant, except hers didn’t end this well. 




She couldn’t really be counted as the ‘new’ waitress anymore, seeing as she’d worked there for four months now. But in those four months business had spiked. People just adored her service.

Parents admired how well she treated the children.

Kids loved when she brought over crayons and drawings she’d printed herself.

Staff took advantage of the fact that she did many tables at once, leaving them to stand idle and chat while still getting the wages.

Teenage girls relished in the times that she would make chat and give advice on everything from lipstick shades to what has the most or few calories in.

Teenage boys simply came for the skirt that she wore showed just enough to tease without being slutty, her legs on show and her top fitted, pens lined along her top pocket.

Dave, however, had entirely different reasons for being here. He loved how her smile lit up when she was left a good tip on a bill. He loved how her hair fell perfectly around her face when she would let it down after shutting hours, cleaning the tables and singing her heart out to the music blasting. He loved that she worked overtime at the little shop, so that he could casually swing back and say hi.

He loved her.

He also hated that he was so sentimental about it and he couldn’t just think like the rest of the male population thought about her. Which he hated too.

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You Should Have Known (Smut)

Request: “smut. smut. smut. love em. (😂) maybe something with needy!Shawn, coming back from tour (like a really long time) and you meet him at his parents house, and the boy just wants to fuck you there, but you say that you can’t bc hey “we’re at your parents house Shawn!” but the lil pervert is so damn needy and he ended up fucking u in his teenage bedroom (a lot of doggy style pls, thanks!)❤” 

“and with the needy!Shawn request : thigh riding please!!! thank you so much!”

Oookay I had to put my own spin on this, mostly because these types of fics have been done before, but I hope you still like it. 

So uh, enjoy the ride.


The anticipation kills you as you make the final turns on the way to Shawn’s parent’s house. Aaliyah wanted to see him when he got back to Toronto and to be honest you weren’t going to argue with her. You figured once you guys were finished with dinner, you and Shawn would head home and catch up. Lots and lots of catch up. 

You think you’d be used to this by now, the extended periods of time away from each other, but you’re not. And while phone calls and FaceTime make things manageable, there was always that one element that was missing. Him

The giddiness inside you sparks up as you pull into the driveway. Finally. You take one final look at yourself in the rearview mirror before making your way out of the Jeep. You’re not even halfway up the yard when the front door swings open and you’re greeted by the sight of your boyfriend rushing towards you. Without missing a beat his lips find their way to yours as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him. The familiar feeling of home washes over you as you stand there wrapped in each other. Eventually, you break the kiss and pull away to a dopey smile on his face and he takes in the sight of you.

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KS Ch. 20 - Why Bum Refused to Escape

I feel so much pity for Bum at this point.

Why did he refuse to escape? His kidnapper and abuser willingly lets him go, yet he runs right back inside?

He said he was scared, but scared of what? Scared of being thrown into prison or being institutionalised, the only possibilities if he were to report to the police.

Scared because he has nowhere else to go? Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t Sangwoo buy (or at least take ownership) of Bum’s home? Even if so, Bum wouldn’t be aware of that; though is aware that his rent has been overdue for some time and that his Landlady has had enough of Bum paying rent late, so could assume that the Landlady gave his place away.

Scared because he no longer views himself as someone who needs saving? That to the outside world, he’s now a criminal; can never return to his old peaceful stalking life. He no longer views himself as a victim of Sangwoo but mostly likely as someone who’s just as bad as his abuser.

One of my theories being that he’s scared that he’ll kill someone else if doesn’t stay confined in Sangwoo’s house. Stay where he is to prevent dangers to others..
Too scared to go outside in case someone recognises him and (though impossible) realises that he’s committed murder and notifies the police. His paranoia makes him believe that everyone knows his crimes and that he will be punished.


What’s your opinion on this?

chapped lips

A/N: it definitely has not been 84 years since i last posted something other than a snippet… idk what time vortex you have been sucked into, but nope, it’s definitely only been a few hours since i last posted something. enjoy! the word count is 463 words so this is more of a drabble… 

 summary: you love watching peter take pictures, but it’s really cold outside.

 pairing: peter parker x reader


You were sitting on the bench, bored as could be. It was cold and damp outside and you were snuggled up in multiple layers, even wearing Peter’s beanie since you’d forgotten yours and your ears were turning red.

You watched him silently, still bored, as he took pictures of the scenery around the two of you. He was mostly focused on the people immersed in their activities and the river. You usually loved to watch him take pictures on his camera, but today you were tired and cranky and cold.

And your lips were getting dry.

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anonymous asked:

hi!! can i request a daddy kink smut w namjoon and reader? she posts provocative selfies on her instagram while namjoon is on tour,and once he comes back from tour he punishes her for it. blasian reader please ❤❤ thank you!

WARNING ORGASM DENIAL/HEAVY BDSM/ YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Busted:

“Namjoon- “Your shaky voice was cut off by a loud cry once the whip hit your flustered skin again. Your bound wrist twisting behind your back as you looked around in the darkness.

“What’s my name?” Namjoon asked harshly jerking your head back with his fingers threaded in your hair so tight you knew you would have a headache. Not answering him quickly enough you received a slap on the clit by the black riding crop that he had.

“Master! Or sir.” You whimpered out feeling your clit throb from the slight pain.

“And did master tell you that you could talk?” He asked playing the crop between your chest and the chair only to let his finger slide down and pinch your clit not letting it go.

“NO! NO NO I’M SO SORRY!” You cried out trying to move from him.

“Stay still!” Namjoon commanded his voice booming and you flinched pressing yourself against the chair as more tears fell from your eyes and soaked up the blindfold that was on your eyes. “You’ve been such a bad slut. I wasn’t even gone that long and this is how you act. It looks like you won’t be cumming at all tonight.” Namjoon growled pulling his fingers back from your clit only to grab at the crop and strike your clit again. Whimpering softly, you bit on your bottom lip to stifle your cries of protest not wanting to anger the male anymore. “Now. What did you do?” Namjoon asked you once again for what seemed the tenth time or so that night. His middle and ring finger plunging back into your wet pussy. He thrusted them fast and hard against your G-spot curving his fingers and making a come hither motion inside of you that had your bound legs shaking against the chair. Chin resting against the chair you tried to find your words in your muddied mind but all you could think about was how good it felt and this was the worst punishment ever. “You better fucking start talking or this pussy is going to be so sore you won’t be able to sleep any other way but on your back.” Namjoon threatened and you snapped out of it nodding your head.

“I- I posted provocative pictures on Instagram while you were away and that was very naughty.” You whined out squeezing around his fingers. Namjoon jerked your head back biting harshly on your shoulder blade causing a silent cry to fall from your lips.

“Did I tell you to squeeze around my fingers?” He questioned swirling his fingers inside of you and you shook your head as much as you could.

“No sir!” You cried brokenly feeling your body become weaker from his ministrations.

“Then why are you doing it?” He questioned pulling his fingers back, as much as you wanted to react you knew it would only be worse if you did.

“I’m sorry sir! I wasn’t thinking. It won’t happen again.”

“Good slut.” Namjoon let your hair go to slap you across your cheek moving to stand in front of you. His hands reaching forward to pull on your nipple clamps causing your body to make the faintest of trembles that you covered up because you knew he hated when you moved without permission. “Now, once again. Why did you do it?” Namjoon asked in his cold cryptic tone. You hated this side of him the most because despite his harsh treatment you were fucking dripping against the seat and this shouldn’t be happening.

“I didn’t think…” You searched for answers but you didn’t want to say the truth to him or he would punish you more.

You couldn’t believe you were in this position right now. It felt like you had been in this chair for over hours, your pussy felt sore already from minor slaps and touches. He picked you apart and ruined you bit by bit. Why? Because you were a bad girl that’s why. Namjoon had went on his wings tour and you were happy no doubt you were always so proud of the boys’ success but you were needy and you both had barely had time together. But you tried to bear it all for him. It started off innocent of course, one night when you were needy you went to Instagram posting a picture of yourself in a sports bra and shorts with the caption ‘missing daddy’. You were a natural beauty, you had a lot of followers based off your looks alone and then the others came to look at you for the amazing art work you did because you were an inspiring tattoo artist. And a lot of people replied of how they would take care of you and be your daddy or even mommy if you were into those kinds of things. It had made you feel wanted. Craved. And some part of you felt like you were being sneaky because Namjoon didn’t have an account. Or so you thought. You ended up posting more photos, first over the course of weeks and then every few days and every day. Shedding more and more clothing until you were showing a bare thigh or a full mirror photo of you with wet hair and a short towel around your body showing the full curves of your breast and your hips. Sometimes you showed pictures of you in lace panties or see through shirts that showed some of your nipples but not your full breast. And Namjoon, sneaking on his Instagram account that only his members knew he had, he saw everything you did. You didn’t even make your page private and that is how you got caught. No one suspected you and Namjoon to be dating so the comments didn’t piss him off that much because you said you had someone. But it was how you teased him, how you tried to talk down on the male while he was gone. Namjoon had been full of rage on stage. He couldn’t do anything to you and that pissed him off. He just wanted to fuck you in the most sinful ways that should be unspoken.  The fact that he couldn’t put you in your place but his cock throbbed every time he saw your photos it drove him up and down the walls. So, maybe yes, he did lie to you as if he had a flight delay due to weather. Why ruin the surprise? He even went so far as to pay off people who saw him and told them to keep the hush down even his loud mouth friends and managers. Once he got home you were completely oblivious to what was going on. Dancing around in your thigh high polka dot socks and pink tank top that belonged to him. Namjoon had packed a bag and he knew on the ride over there what he would due to you.

Watching you prance around and how your body moved he couldn’t help feel the same anger that slowly wound up in his system from your latest post of you in that outfit shirt lifted up by the inside of your thigh with the captions ‘daddy will be gone for one more night. Who wants princess to entertain them?’. Growling to himself and to your shocked figure that turned around way too late he pinned you down not saying too many words. You could sense his anger rolling off his body so you tried to fight him away but it didn’t work. He wrestled you on your stomach, dragging his bag beside him to place the blindfold on your eyes. Next, he started to undress you though you squirmed and tried to get away from him. He bound your wrist together behind your back. Letting you squirm on the floor he went to get the punishment chair from the corner of the closet pressing it down to the middle of the floor. He picked up your squirming body making you straddle the chair with the back facing you. He pressed your legs on either of the back legs of the chair binding them down as well. That was how your torture started.

The only words you are allowed to speak are sir, and no or yes besides explaining yourself when I ask a question.” Yeah, he was pissed but instead of you listening you were disobeying talking to him and telling him you didn’t know who he thought you were but to let you go and how you didn’t do anything. He didn’t talk back, moving to grab at some toys in the bag. Whipping you and playing with your wet pussy he made sure you got broken back in line. He had placed nipple clamps on your breast, hitting your skin with the riding crop he marked your light skin with bruises.

“Y/N.” Namjoon said your name and that was enough to make you jump out of your jumbled thoughts.

“No?..” You questioned not knowing what he had said and that was a wrong move on your part. Clicking his tongue Namjoon bent down grabbing at one of his favorite ruby red candle. He moved towards the bathroom shutting the door so that he could run the water and strike the match in order to surprise you. Letting the candle melt a bit he stayed in there for some time causing you to become nervous. Your tears were drying up against your skin and your breathing was becoming regular once again. Until the door opened.

Out came Namjoon with slow steps towards your body. He walked behind you trailing his finger down your spine slowly causing you to shudder and groan in pleasure. He grabbed at his belt from his black bag folding it and striking it across your ass cheeks. Yelping out you quickly stifled your cries once again drawing blood as you bit down on your bottom lip. “You know your safe word.” Namjoon reminded you. Though he was punishing you he didn’t want to break you to the point you were terrified of him or in extreme pain. He just wanted you to obey. You shook your head no telling him that you could handle what he gave to you. Namjoon chuckled it was one of the reasons he loved you, because you were able to handle anything he gave you. Licking down towards your ass crack he circled his tongue around your puckering star before he pulled back groaning at your taste. He tilted the candle against the top of your back pouring the wax on your skin. You bit your bruised lip harder to keep down the crying pain of the stinging from the hot wax on your skin. He poured it in a straight line letting it run down your back. And then going back over the lines he started to mark his name with the wax across your shoulder blades. He moved back walking around on your right side, pouring the wax onto your right thigh and then your left thigh. Once you were covered with wax, he blew out the candle sitting it down on the dresser.

He gripped at the whip rolling his neck flicking his wrist to crack the whip against your skin. He broke the hardened wax across your body causing you to become sticky and full of red whelps. He cracked the wax on your thighs dropping the whip onto the floor before he grabbed his belt standing behind you. “Count.” He commanded as he started to strike your ass cheeks one by one.

“One. Two. Three!” You cried out arching your back, your pussy was leaking and soaking out the chair under you because despite the pain shooting up your back you loved it. Namjoon kept it up spanking your ass until he reached twenty licks on each reddened cheek. He got on his knees kneading the warm skin. He bit into each of your cheeks spreading your ass wide with his large palms. Licking from your clit up to your ass he repeated that step twice. He moved to lick up and down your slit flicking your clit harshly. He moved to bite on your pussy lips gently. Instead of going for your pussy he went to your ass shoving his tongue into your tight asshole he moaned stretching you out. His tongue sliding in and out of your hole he tongue fucked your hole until it was wet and you were trying your hardest not to clench around his tongue. He pulled back rubbing your ass cheeks not praising you though he wanted to.

“Since you want to clench so much. I got something for you.” He moved to grab at two weighted balls watching you with hooded eyes. He had to pat his erection slowly trying to calm it down. He moved to crouch behind you, pressing one ball against your pussy he slid it inside of you slowly. Once it was inside of you he grabbed the other to press it against your asshole sliding it inside of you as well. “If you don’t clench around these they will fall out and I will punish you more.” He warned smirking as he bit the inside of your thigh.

He stepped back looking at your body all red and abused for him. It was such a beautiful sight. A canvas to paint after a long tour and he knew after this you wouldn’t be misbehaving for a while. He slowly stripping himself from his baggy skinny jeans and lose fitted V-neck dropping his boxers last. He moved in front of you petting your head he slapped his cock against your face rubbing it over your lips before his hand slapped your left cheek and his free hand gripped your hair. “Mouth open.” He commanded and you followed instructions opening your mouth for him. Namjoon gripped at his cock giving it a few pumps until his precum was oozing out. He let It press against your tongue and slid down your tongue into your throat and disappear. He moaned out sinfully dimples popping out as he gritted his teeth. Slowly he slid himself into your warm wet mouth moaning once again at how it felt to be in the space. He grabbed at your hair tighter rolling his hips forward slowly. Your tongue moved up and down his shaft and against every vein you could find. Your mouth being stretched out by his warm thick cock that was sliding up and down your wet tongue. He built up his speed every few thrusts until he was pounding into your mouth. He groaned looking at you, he pushed as hard as he could squeezing his ass cheeks to bury his cock into your throat. He slapped at your cheeks turning the skin red smiling down sadistically at you taunting you.

“My dirty little cum slut. My dirty little whore. Daddy’s fucktoy. Daddy’s dirty vixen. All mine. All fucking mine. Every ounce of you. This warm little mouth. That tight little pussy and asshole.” He looked down at you pinching your nose to cut off your air. He built up his speed slamming into your mouth balls hitting your chin. He could see the spit falling from your mouth and going down to your chest and your nipples. You were ruined and a slut and he needed you now. Namjoon kept pinching your nose pushing his hips forward he held himself down against the back of your throat. You struggled for oxygen and you felt your airway closing. Swallowing around him you choked lightly becoming light headed. He watched your body slowly go limp and he pulled out of your mouth letting your nose go. You gasped for the air sucking it in as your chest heaved for it. Namjoon bent down undoing your legs from the chair he picked up your body laying you on the bed. Moving to plug in your favorite vibrator he got onto the bed in between your limp legs pressing them down. “Sorry princess. No cumming.” He pushed your legs wider taking the weighted balls from your pussy and your ass but you had to relax and be still for him to reach deep and get them out.

You were dreading it already. Namjoon aligned his wet cock with your entrance pushing inside of you ever so slowly to get the feel of you once again. A soft moan left your lips as he felt you up and you could feel every inch of him inside of your tight pussy. He started to thrust into you with slow but harsh thrusts. Slapping his hips against yours with every snap. He gripped at your hips first, dragging you down onto his cock. He continued to snap his hips forward burying himself inside of you to the hilt feeling every ounce of your wet walls. He knew he was going to be close to cumming, just feeling you alone was enough to make him always loose his mind. Turning on your vibrator he pressed the messaging head against your clit looking down at your body as one hand kept a tight grip on your hips bruising the flesh.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked pounding harder into you.

“You!” You whimpered out.

“Who am I?” He asked winding himself into your pussy fucking you into the mattress pounding deeper into you.

“Daddy Namjoon! My master! Fuck my everything!” You cried out once again sobbing as the vibrator lulled against your clit causing your stomach to tighten up. It felt so good, your pussy hurt in a good way. Namjoon was fucking you thoroughly pushing against your spot your hips connecting as he got rougher. He leaned over you dragging the vibrator up and down your clit moaning as he watched your body quiver and your pussy tightened up against him. Namjoon was close to the edge but he knew if he came inside of you, it would tip you off and you would cum as well. Namjoon pulled out of you moving to your mouth opening it back up as the toy stayed against your clit and he took the vibrations higher.

“Daddy!” You cried out shaking as your orgasm got closer. Namjoon gripped onto his cock stroking it fast and hard over your mouth shooting thick white ropes of his cum on your face and into your mouth bucking his hips to ride out his orgasm.

“Swallow.” He commanded after he unloaded himself into your mouth pressing the vibrator harder against you and you nodded your head cleaning your lips and chin as best as you could swallowing the bitter cum. He moved back to turn off the vibrator watching you shake as you came down from your orgasm. You were sobbing against the sheets frustration and anguish welling through your body. Namjoon slowly untied you and took of the blindfold. He shut off the toy and put it beside the bed smiling down apologetically at you.

“I wish I could let you cum, but if I reward you then you will always be a bad girl when I’m away and people will always want what’s mine.” He said softly leaning down to kiss away your tears and then kissing your forehead. “Princesses that are bad don’t get cummies or kisses on the lips. Now, daddy is going to bathe you and clean up the room and tuck you in for the night while he sleeps on the couch. In the morning if you apologize correctly I’ll see what my tongue can do for you pretty pussy. Understood?” He asked softly rubbing your hips softly. And though you hated it you wanted to scream and cry you knew he would leave if you acted out more.

“Yes sir.” You said softly and he picked you up with a soft understanding smile carrying you into the bathroom.