Request: Imagine Juice being Jealous of your yoga instructor.
A/N: I know nothing about yoga lmao. To whoever requested this: Im sorry this took me so long x
“And.. Exhale.” You let out a deep breath, your eyes closed tight and you rolled your shoulders. You opened your eyes and mimicked the instructors pose as he shifted into a new position. Yoga didn’t come easily to you but you enjoyed it. It was calming and it had definitely improved your flexibility which hadn’t brought any complaints from your old man. It was all part of your prepping for the wedding, and for your new life as a wife of SAMCRO, or more importantly Juice Ortiz. But that didn’t mean you didn’t struggle to haul your ass outta bed every morning and head down to the gym where a class was held. Only this morning you had slept through your alarms and missed your class. Thankfully your workplace gave you an hour for your lunch break which happened to fall exactly when another class was held. Living in Charming had its perks and the warm weather was one of them. Today was no exception and Louis, your yoga instructor had moved today’s class outdoors. A dozen yoga mats were laid out in the middle of the park and you each mimicked Louis as he moved through a range of different poses. You moved into the Lord Of The Dance pose, standing firmly on your left foot. You curled your right leg out behind you and reached with your right arm to grasp your foot while you stretched your left arm out in front of you. “Keep breathing,” Louis said calmly. You took a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill your lungs. Louis turned to look at his class and walked amongst the mats, helping people achieve the position with perfect posture. “Good form, (Y/N).” He winked as he walked towards your mat. You smiled but kept your gaze locked ahead. He placed a hand on the small of your back and gently pushed to extend your stretch. “Good,” He soothed before moving back to the front of the class.
“Hey isn’t that (Y/N’)s car?” Juice didn’t bother looking up. “Nah man, she’s at work.” Tig frowned and glanced between Juice and the car. “You sure?” Juice looked up and was about to argue that yes, he was sure, when he saw the car Tig was referring to. Same make, same model, same colour. Same dent in the back where you had sworn someone else had driven into you, even though you both knew it was a lie and you were horrible at parallel parking. “What the hell,” Juice muttered and walked further up the street to your car. He pulled his cell out of his pocket and quickly dialled your number. The closer he got to the car the clearer he could hear your phone ringing from inside and he kicked his foot against the tyre in fustration. How many times did he have to tell you that you needed to be contactable, at all times? He pulled his sunglasses away from his face and stared at the surrounding storefronts, trying to catch a glimpse of you. No matter how much he trusted you he couldn’t help the burning wave of jealousy that washed over him. “She do yoga?” Tig asked. Juice nodded and followed his brothers gaze. Across the road, and in the centre of the park was a group of people stretching out on yoga mats. Juice spotted you instantly . He had spent enough time staring at your ass in those yoga pants to instantly recognise them. Especially as you moved into the downwards facing dog position. A sense of relief came over him knowing that you weren’t off in some cheap motel having an affair, not that he had truly thought that, but his insecurities got the better of him sometimes. The relief was soon revoked when what appeared to be the instructor moved in front of your mat. Juice and Tig watched as the man with a blonde man bun and loose harem pants stepped behind you. His hands reached for your hips and he pulled you back towards him slightly. From where the guys were standing, although Juice was sure it would be the same from any angle, this guy was ‘pretty much’ ramming his dick in your ass. “Motherfucker.” Juice seethed and stepped off the pavement and into the road. He began to storm across the street, with every intent to rip his stupid man bun off his stupid head when he felt Tig pull him back. In his rage Juice hadn’t noticed Tigs phone ringing and he glared at his brother as Tig shoved his phone back into his pocket. “We gotta go brother.” “I don’t need long.” Juice muttered and pulled away. He saw red. “Now, man.” Tig insisted. Juice was seething with anger but he knew that Tig loved watching a fight and whatever was stopping it must be important. With one last look Juice stormed to his bike.
Wu Tang was blasting through the speakers while you prepared dinner. You stirred and simmered and sliced and diced, practically screaming along to the song as you went. Wearing only an oversized shirt and woollen socks you slid around the kitchen in time with the music, making your way from the cupboards to the stove and back to the counter.. You didn’t hear the bike pull up in the driveway but you most definitely heard the door slam as Juice entered the house. You frowned slightly, knowing he had been having a rough time with club business lately. You slid across the kitchen tiles to the stereo and turned the volume down before moving into the hallway. “Hey baby!” You smiled. Juice ignored you as he kicked his boots off and when he didn’t put them neatly on the shoe rack you knew something must really be wrong. Juice stormed past you and headed for the bathroom without even a glance in your direction. The frown on your face grew deeper and you quickly turned the stove off before padding down the hallway after your old man. The shower was already on full and steam filled the bathroom as Juice undressed. His kutte was draped over the door which was always left ajar and by the time you reached him he was down to his boxers and socks. You poked your head through the door and leant against the doorframe. “What’s wrong Juicy?” He ignored you as he pulled his socks off and tossed them into the laundry hamper. “Baby?” Finally he turned to face you and the fire in his eyes shocked you. “How long?” He sneered. “What?” You asked, screwing your face up. He took a step closer. His hands were by his side and you couldn’t help but notice the way he was clenching his fists. “How long has it been going on, huh? You and this yoga guy?” Louis?! You pushed the door open and stood straight. “Juice what the fuck are you talking about?” He took another step towards you and you could practically see the smoke coming out of his nose. “Don’t play dumb with me, (Y/N)!” He yelled. “I saw you!” “Saw me what, babe? What are you talking about?!” Juice stormed towards you now and his hands slammed against the wall either side of your head. “I saw you! In the park! Practically fucking each other in front of the rest of the hippies!” “Jesus Christ, Juice. Louis? You think I’m fucking Louis?!" "Don’t lie to me!” He yelled and stepped back from you. You shook your head in disbelief, sick of having this same argument over and over. He stared at you with jealousy burning green in his eyes and you knew what you needed to do. You kicked off your socks and pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you only in your panties and bra which you quickly got rid off. Juice struggled to keep his eyes on your face and when you saw his boxers stretching around his hardness you knew it was working. You closed the gap between you and ran your hands down his bare chest. “You are all I want, Juan Carlos.” You grabbed hold of his left hand and unfolded his clenched fist before pulling his hand between your legs. “This is all yours.”
You had spent over an hour in the shower. Somehow letting Juice lather your body with soap only led to more steamy shower sex and now that your skin was shrivelled like a prune you were back in the kitchen. Dinner was well under way when Juice joined you in the kitchen and started getting the plates out. “I’m glad we cleared that up.” You rolled your eyes and drained the pasta. “Me too babe.” “I don’t want you going to yoga anymore.” “Juice nothing is going on.” “I said no, (y/n).” Juice said sternly. “He’s gay!” You yelled and slammed the empty pot into the sink. “What?” “Louis. He’s gay.” You said, calmer now. “You didn’t think of telling me that earlier?!” You turned to him and pulled him close before pecking his lips. “No. I like it when you get jealous.”
How much money do I have to pay to convince an anime studio to make a Monster Man anime where one young woman has to keep all these monstrous (and I don’t mean bishie boys with horns and slight fangs bullshit-I mean 100% monsters) creatures/demon in line and they all start falling for her and-
Basically I want a Monster Man Harem anime and I ain’t even ashamed.
You have gained a padawan hypa. Train me in the ways of Ignis thoting. I need your guidance
You must always show your love and appreciation for our lord and savior by showing him his value. It can either be through simple compliments such as, “Your shirt looks good on you but it would look better on the floor,” or “come up with a new recipe in my cooter, daddy”, or simply physically showering him with affection by reaching over and grabbing his jun-
Ignis: Cease and desist, you madwoman. Me: …what I do? Ignis: You are prattling nonsense and suggesting to an impressionable person extremely inappropriate ways of interacting with me. Me: Should I have told them to lick your collarbone first? I guess that’s better than going right for the D, my bad Ignis: *takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, nostrils flaring* Why not instruct them to bring gifts of Ebony, or a detailed cookbook, or- Me: Too SFW, I’m trash, so the D it is. Ignis: … why do I bother trying to talk sense into you? Me: I dunno, tbh
his lips and stared at her closed office door, the “Do Not Disturb” note
tacked right above the handle. He let go of a soft sigh and decided to chance
her wrath. At the very least, he needed to apologize for the nonsense that had
happened during dinner last night. Yes, he had a growing interest in her as
something more than just an employee, and yes his brothers clearly had the same interest
as well, he just wished that there was more tact behind the whole arrangement.
Steeling his nerves, Tim lifted
his hand and knocked the door. A few seconds skipped by in silence before he
heard Raven lift herself to her feet and make her way to the door. Tim waited
with bated breath as she opened the door just a little, peering out into the
I was writing a prompt for DC!Heroes Voltron on the Kinkmeme right and then it got me thinking bout time travel ‘cause i love Young Justice and Impulse
And now I may have another AU
So, imagine a Hunk and Lance that are actually from a future where the Galra conquered Earth. Like, come one, you can’t tell me my boy Hunk can’t invent a time machine, he could totally invent a time machine.
So the plot line: (this got long so it’s under the cut now)
What happens when the reader arrives at the sancuntary after Negan has taken her with him after the line-up?
Because I am following the shows storyline I wrote parts to the other episodes as well that are connected BUT they are all written the way that you can read them separate from each other! :)
part 1 is about the final scene of season 6 part 2 is about the first episode of season 7
(Well, unfortunately there was no Negan in this episode but this third part is for what happens in the meantime so that its no problem to stay true to the storyline that will await us in the next episode.)
“We’re there soon, Sweetheart”, you heard Negan amused say. You were still sitting in the car that should take you to the Sanctuary. And you still heard their screams in your head. They just wouldn’t stop. In this horrible night, the man that had killed two parts of your family, had taken you with him because he thought you had a better use than just working for him like the others. And exactly that man had his arm resting around your body, his hand on your waist while you were nothing else than disgusted by him. By what he did last night. And by what you thought he was else capable of doing. Your head were full of thoughts, full of fear and full of grief. You worried about your brother Daryl. Was he already at the Sanctuary? And if yes, what would they do to him? But before your thoughts and questions could torture you even more you saw how you were entering the sanctuary. “Welcome to your fucking new home, Sweetheart”, Negan said chuckling as he grinned widely. That would never be your home. You would never accept this place as your home. Your home was Alexandria no matter what happened. And some day you would return. At least that was what you wished for.
You snuggled your head into the soft collar of your leather jacket. It had been a gift of Daryl. He had found it on a run while you were still living in the prison and since then it was your favorite piece of clothing and somehow it made you feel comfortable and safe.
“Which room does she get?”, you heard the guy say that drove the car. You had heard how Negan called him Simon and he was exactly the guy, who had also tortured the man when the Saviors were trying to stop you from getting to Hilltop with the RV. “The closest free room to mine”, said Negan smirking, while you saw Simon laughing. ”Not the one of your wives?”, asked Simon while his glance stayed on the road. Wives? Did this man own a damn harem? What the fuck was wrong with him? ”Hell no Simon. I think she’s gonna be something fucking damn special…can’t let her deprave there”, said Negan with this weird undertone, so that you didn’t even want to know what he meant with special. “Should I..” “Nah, Simon. I’ll take her to her room”, interrupted Negan his right hand man while he winked at you. “We’re gonna grow real fucking close”, he whispered in your ear while you felt your blood freeze. The car stopped and Negan pulled you out with him while you realized how weak your legs still were before he grabbed you by your waist as you entered the Sanctuary. The light in the hallways was dimmed and cold, which made you feel even more uncomfortable. But the light matched the picture you had of Negan, so cold as it was. At the end of the hallway you saw people that immediately knelt as they saw Negan. What the heck was that again? You saw Negan smirking as he saw the reaction of his followers as he pushed your body against his.
After another small while of walking he stopped in front of a door, opened and let you see inside. A big window at its end let light stream into the room while in its a end a double bed had found its place. You couldn’t see more than that yet. “Well Sweetheart, unfortunately I have a whole lot of fucking stuff to do, but don’t worry my whole fucking evening and night is reserved for you only”, he said chuckling as you stepped inside the room. ”We’re gonna have so much fucking fun, Sweetheart”, he said capturing you again with his intense glance, as he smirked once more. Then he left, still chuckling with his bat over his shoulder that had Glenn’s and Abraham’s blood on it. You let yourself fall on the bed and looked around you. Cozy would be exaggerated but it could’ve been worse.
Your room in Alexandria was the coziest room you had ever slept and lived in. It had this huge bed with uncountable pillows on it and the softest blanket you had ever slept in. A thing like a bed, a simple bed that kept you warm and comfortable while sleeping had become something extreme luxurious and unrealistic before you came to Alexandria. Of course you knew that it was nowhere safe, that you had always somehow stay warily and the knife you had kept on your nightstand was a prove of that. But no matter what, Alexandria was a home to you where you might have been not completely save but at least it gave you the opportunity to rest. It gave you the opportunity to heal your wounds, the mental and physical ones. And only one night had ripped them all open and had given you new ones.
Your glance fell on a door, where you assumed a bathroom behind. You walked over, opened it and looked in a small room that had a shower, a sink with a mirror, a window and a toilet in it. You decided to take a shower, in hope that it would help to clear your head and at least get a little rid of the thoughts that tried to overwhelm you again and again.
The water pelted down on you but your head just kept pounding. A day ago everything was normal, everything was okay and everyone was alive. It all seemed so unreal, so unbelievable. You had gone through a lot since this whole thing started, but the last night could compete with all of it. The pictures of their smashed heads and your mentally destroyed friends just wouldn’t disappear, you felt your breath become heavier again and your heart pumped faster and louder. Your head felt like it would explode any second. You stopped the shower, quite contrary to what you were used to, the shower didn’t help this time, the loud down pelting water just made it worse. You put your clothes back on and as you came into the bedroom again, you saw a basket with apples standing on a small table. For now you couldn’t eat a thing, but at least you had something if your hunger would came back.
You laid down on the bed and looked out of the window that was pointing to the woods. The trees behind the window swung slightly in the wind and somehow they began to calm you down. You knew that you had to keep on fighting. Thats also what Abraham and Glenn would want. It was not in your nature to just give up and you also wouldn’t this time.
You jolted up as you heard heavy steps on the floor. For the last hours you had just laid on the bed, looking outside the window, fighting your thoughts, thinking about your friends and your brother and watching how the bright sunlight turned into the dimmed dusk light. But now you were standing straight, trying to prepare for something you couldnt prepare for.
The door hit open and you directly saw into Negans grinning face. He had bloods splatters on his cheek and you didn’t want to know if it was walker or human blood. As he saw your shocked glance his grin became wider and he walked closer to you letting the bloody Lucille down on the ground. You knew that this was going to happen, you knew it from the very beginning. But you had forced yourself to not think about it. Your problem was definitely not that he was unattractive, if you had to be honest he was actually really good-looking, but that didn’t change a thing on how disgusting you found him.
With every step he came closer your heart beated faster and your breath got heavier. He stood finally in front of you and pulled you closer against his body, taking your chin with one hand before he raised it and the panic in your body grew as his hot breath hit your skin until your mind turned off as you sensed him close and the next thing you felt was how you bumped into the wall behind you. Shaking his head chuckling he looked at you. “Damn Sweetheart”, he muttered with a big grin on his lips. He didn’t seem aggressive but you didn’t know how fast that could change. And that scared you. His intense glance captured you again and you couldn’t let go of it.
As he came again so close to you that not even a paper could fit between you, you had the urge to take a step back but you couldn’t. The wall was directly behind you and there was no possibility for you to escape. You hated to have that kind of feeling and you felt panic coming up in you. Your breath became even heavier as Negan took your head in his both hands. “Please don’t”, you blustered out with a slightly whimphering voice. After everything, everything that had happened you couldn’t say or do anything else even though begging was the last thing you wanted to to. “Don’t hurt me”, you mumbled while you hadn’t your voice under control anymore, you were trembling and you were afraid about what would happen in the next minutes. “Listen Sweetheart, I’m neither gonna hurt nor fucking rape you. Who do you fucking think I am?!”, he asked loud raising his eyebrows seeming like he was actually offended. Someone who laughs while he bashes peoples heads, was what you thought. You couldn’t get a word out of your mouth. Your glance went over to the bat that was laying on the floor leaving it blood daubed. “Not gonna push or force you to do anything with me, just say ‘no’ if you don’t fucking want to and we stop right here. Fuck, I’m not gonna do any fucking thing with you you don’t agree to. Just let me tell you: You’ll fucking miss out on some fucking great shit. I’m gonna treat you like the lady you fucking are. You’ll fucking enjoy it”, he said serious but grinning. If you would do it, shot through your head, maybe you’d lower the risk that he would hurt another one of your friends or your brother. And if you wouldn’t, if you would reject him… who knew if his anger against them would rise, doesn’t matter what he was saying now. You couldn’t trust him. And having one more of them hurt was the last thing you wanted. “Alright", you said quietly. He smirked brighter before you felt how his lips placed on yours and he turned your kiss rough. Before you realized what else he was doing you found yourself laying in the bed, Negan hovering smirking above you.
What the fuck were you doing? Everything about this was absurd, that absurd that it didn’t even really felt as if it was real. And you just couldn’t believe that were sleeping with the man who had killed two of your friends just several hours ago. That was simply fucked up.
As the feeling of some kind of pleasure created in you, you tried to fight it back immediately. You shouldn’t feel joy or pleasure sleeping with him. It should feel anything else than joyful.
What happened here was so wrong and you began to feel even disgusted by yourself.
He finally rolled off of you, laid down next to you, breathing heavily and pulling you closer to him before you heard his breath becoming really calm and slow. You looked at him. He was asleep.
As soon as you were sure that he was sleeping deeply enough you freed yourself from his arm and moved your body slightly away from him.
You didn’t need him that close know.
Slowly you began to doze off.
Blood. Everywhere was blood. Screams made your head pound. Your own scream echoed through the dark as you saw your friends on the ground. Their lifeless bodies that were surrounded by their blood. Not just Glenn and Abraham were laying there. No. All of them. Your heart cramped together. The urge to gag was unbearable. And your breath was uncontrollable. You were a sobbing mess as you fell on your knees next to your brothers corpse. The screams in your head became louder and louder mixed with a dark laugh. You wanted to escape this nightmare but you couldn’t.
You didn’t know how long you were trapped in this nightmare but at some point it stopped and you got drawn in your sleep again and the screams vanished.
When you woke up you found yourself laying in Negans arms. He had somehow grabbed you while you were sleeping and now you were facing his chest that went calmly up and down as he breathed.
How peaceful even someone who kills people with a baseball bat could seem when he was simply sleeping. You slowly began to remember the last night. You couldn’t deny that you had felt pleasure, as much as you wanted to, but if it would at least lower the risk that someone important to you would get hurt you could live with that. You tried to create some space between your two bodies as you heard Negan drowsy chuckling as you froze immediately. “Oh Sweetheart, you should appreciate that a little more”,you heard him say chuckling as he pulled you closer. You should what?
“You should have seen yourself. Sobbing like you did over the two fucking pricks. Had a nightmare you poor thing, huh?”, you heard him chuckle.
”Yeah”, you just muttered quietly. “That was fucking intense! And you know what? As soon as you laid in my arms you fucking stopped”, He called out obviously amused, before raised your chin so you had to look at him. “Seems like you like me more than you show”, he said chuckling while you glared at him which made him chuckle even more. “Sooner or later you won’t get enough of me", he said grinning with his deep voice while he kept staring into your eyes. His glance wandered to your throat and your collar bones. You were about a hundred percent sure that he had left hickeys there, simply because it seemed like he was admiring his work right now. You didn’t want them on your body, they disgusted you. You didn’t need something that kept reminding you about what you had done with him. He licked over his bottom lip and switched between looking into your eyes that were filled with hatred and his work. “Well Sweetheart, I guess I’ll have to freshen that up before we visit Alexandria”
got our CFO coming over from the northeast office next week to discuss our
project and the cost index you put together last week.” Dick was leaning over
the small table in his office, his blue highlighter making little notes over
the form in Raven’s hand. “We’re looking into what it’ll take if we push some
aspects of our timeline around… so that checkpoint C might be moved up to B’s
her lips and she flicked her eyes up to Dick’s bright blue stare, watching with
a genuine air of curiosity as he picked up and pen and made more notes in the
margins of the report, humming for a moment in the back of his throat. She
propped her head up on a fist and stared at him for a long moment, wondering
how long this burst of focus would last, and what brought it on.