We had some close call, but the results are clear.
The month that you choose is June and the week that got most of the votes is
June 12th - June 18th
The week itself will be 7 days long and here are the prompts:
Day 1 - Favorite canon Hiccstrid shipper Day 2 - The moment you started shipping them Day 3 - Favorite Hiccstrid kiss Day 4 - Favorite cast reaction to Hiccstrid Day 5 - Favorite Hiccstrid moment Day 6 - Free day Day 7 - Future Hiccstrid
Remember, you can make GIFs, moodboards or fanart, write drabbles or maybe even videos if that’s closer to you. Don’t forget that the purpose if this week to have fun and spread positivity!
If you want, I could do a post where I explain the prompts. Or you could just simply ask about it, we’ll answer your questions!
A/N: So this was an idea that came after I went to an aquarium in Japan, I’ve just been putting it off ‘cause I’m lazy and I’ve been busy with other one shots, and the mini-series. But no more, I shall get to it before I completely forget how excited the jelly fishes and penguins made me feel.
You browsed the exhibit guide while your boyfriend, Chris, paid for the tickets into The Aquarium of he Pacific. It was his idea for this week’s 'Fri-Date’ after the two of you watched a documentary about Magellanic Penguins. You didn’t stop talking about them once, from the second the documentary finished to the moment he brought you to the aquarium; you talked about how cute they were, how much you liked penguins, how you wished you could have a penguin as a pet like in the movie 'Mr. Popper’s Penguins’. You were lucky you’d been dating Chris for a while now, any other guy would’ve left you at the aquarium and drove away in fear of your incessant penguin talk. But then again, Chris wasn’t any other guy and you weren’t any other girl; you were the girl he found incredibly adorable, as well as the girl he planned to marry someday.
“Oh my God,” you practically squealed when you turned to the page about the Magellanic Penguins. Chris chuckled as he joined your side, wrapping an arm around you so he could steer you towards the entrance. “Look how cute they are,” you pointed at the page and Chris nodded, smiling at how cute you were instead. “I can’t wait to see the penguins, you just know they’re going to be awesome.”
“You know we’re not here to just see the penguins, right?”
“Well, duh,” you retorted and he chuckled because it was not a 'duh’ moment for him.
Chris took his arm off you so he could pass your tickets to the admission officer. When he turned back to you, he found himself shaking his head with a wide smile. You were seriously adorable to him with your head buried in that little booklet, reading all the facts about the creatures you were most excited to see: penguins, jelly fishes, sea horses, sea lions, seals, sea otters, and lorikeets. Funnily enough, fish weren’t your thing; you weren’t here to see the fishes at all. But Chris knew he could make a day of the aquarium anyway because you could spend an hour alone on each of the creatures that you did want to see, the penguins especially.
“Oh my God,” Chris chuckled and grabbed your elbow when he saw that you were still nose-deep in your booklet. “C'mon, nerd,” he teased and pulled you alongside him into the fairly crowded aquarium. “Ow,” he laughed as you closed your booklet, slapping his chest playfully.
“You deserve it, you jerk,” you bit back your smile and slipped your hand into his; that smile escaped when he locked his fingers with yours and gave you one of his signature, pearly white grins. “God, you just know you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”
“If it’s any consolation,” he began as he leaned in to whisper into your ear, “you’ve got me wrapped around yours too.” You giggled and lifted your joint hands over your shoulder, leaning into his now open arm. “Oh definitely, without a doubt,” he kissed your hair, breathing you in, “my candy scented darling.”
“Mm…” You pressed your nose into his shirt and he laughed, squeezing your hand. “You smell nice too,” he raised an eyebrow, asking for an elaboration, “like everything good in the world.” You answered and he laughed louder; you tipped your head and kissed his bearded jawline, smiling.
“Everything good in the world, huh?” He chuckled and you nodded, grinning. “That’s not a scent I thought existed,” he said, only to have you wink in response. “God, you’re such a dork sometimes.” You just giggled, which made his smile reach his eyes. “But you know what, I just love you more with each passing day.”
“Enough to buy me a penguin?”
He laughed, “I don’t think buying you a penguin is the best idea. What would you even do with a penguin?” Before you could answer, he interrupted. “How about we compromise and we get another dog to keep Dodger company, and you name the pup 'Penguin’?”
“A pup named 'Penguin’?!” You gasped; so much excitement filled your eyes, Chris felt as though he’d just told a kid she could have any candy she wanted. “Can you imagine- Oh my God! Yes yes yes, yes to that compromise and yes to a dog named 'Penguin’.” Chris honestly could not contain his laughter, he had no idea how he got so lucky with you. “We need to find like a black and white one, a husky maybe? Or- oh oh, I know-”
“Shh,” he laughed and pulled his hand out of yours to press it against your mouth. “How about you breathe before you pass out?” He chuckled into your ear and you nodded, pressing your lips together. “We’ll go check out the shelter tomorrow, see if we can find a dog that suits you and that adorably ridiculous name.”
“Do you know what I wanted to name my first self-owned dog when I was younger?”
“Yes, because we’ve been dating for four years and I know every story you can possibly tell.” He reminded you and you chuckled, challenging him with your facials though you knew what he said was true. “Okay, you wanted to name your first dog 'Monkey’ because you like Squirrel Monkeys and there was a cute little mixed pug in your neighborhood named 'Monkey’ whom you loved.”
“Well I’ll be damned, Christopher Evans,” you pretended to be shocked and he laughed, wrapping an arm around you as the two of you continued to walk through the first floor. You both gave glances to the exhibits you passed, but seeing as they were fishes- there wasn’t much interest showed. “Do you really know everything about me?”
“Yes I do,” he nodded and pulled away from you, pointing at the Pacific Seahorse exhibit that you were yet to notice. You turned and your eyes widened at the 'Pacific Seahorse’ sign. “Which means I know you’re about to run off to join the other sea nerds and admire those seahorses.”
“You’re very right,” you nodded excitedly. “Bye, baby.” You ran ahead like a little kid, squeezing yourself into a small space between other patrons so you could get closer to the glass. “Wow, you’re huge compared to other seahorses. But it’s okay, you’re still cute.”
You spoke to the seahorses under your breath as Chris watched from a distance, chuckling. He could see your lips moving and even though he couldn’t hear what you were saying, he knew you well enough to guess. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and snapped a quick photo because he wanted to remember this moment, and honestly- every moment with you. His phone was filled with a lot of candid shots of you; some you’d seen and knew about, some you didn’t. He was saving those for your birthday present which was in August, he had a pretty special gift planned; a scrapbook of all your greatest memories together. That was the kind of thoughtful gift you’d usually give him which was why he was excited; there was no way you were going to see it coming and he was sure it was going to blow your mind.
“Babe!” You called out to Chris as he put his phone back in his back pocket. He started walking over, but you reached him before he could reach you. “Jelly fishes!” You pointed to the sign behind him. “Moon Jellies! They’re the ones you can touch because their stings are too weak to hurt humans. Come on,” you grabbed his hand and dragged him with you; he chuckled, speeding up so you didn’t have to. “Are you going to touch them?”
“There are a ton of things I’d rather touch,” he whispered suggestively into your ear and you laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up. He chuckled softly at your reaction, loving how he easily he can turn you on. “But yes, I’ll touch them. I just have a feeling that if I don’t, I’ll hear you talk about how I should’ve and that’ll be insufferable,” he teased you and you playfully shoved him.
“You going to toss me into the tank?” He nudged you, grinning.
“Don’t tempt me, Christopher,” you giggled. “'Cause I will.”
“Maybe you should,” he leaned in and whispered into your ear again, with that same suggestive tone that you never could resist. “Then you won’t be the only wet human being in the aquarium.” You scoffed and he laughed, grabbing his left pec as you shoved him.
Since three hours we’re having this bad fight. I hate it… I hate it to fight with Jongin, I even hate to argue with him… But today it escalated really badly:
“Kyungsoo… please believe me that I didn’t flirt with that guy! I was just friendly, he was our waiter after all!” Jongin said and gestured wild with his hands, but I didn’t even look at him.
“As if!” I spat back and Jongin’s lips trembled. Oh no… He wouldn’t cry, or would he?
“You know what? I can’t do this anymore Kyungsoo…”
“What?” I turned to him and the first tears left his eyes.
“Your insanely jealousy! If you don’t trust me, I can’t see a future for us…” His voice sounded stifled and I gulped.
“So you’re just breaking up with me? With us?”
When he didn’t answer, I just nodded. “Then fucking leave.”
This was three hours ago and now we’re standing next to each other for this stupid photoshoot. I can’t think straight, I can’t breath, I can’t life with out him… My eyes search always for his beautiful face and suddenly he caught my glances at him. He looks still hurt and my heart is broken at the thought that I’m the reason for this…
Jongin’s arm sneak around and pull me closer to him. Maybe we can save this. Can save us.
What would any woman do?
He sits at the edge of the bed…
patting his leg..
For you to get to Him as fast as you can..
Maybe slowly…draw out each step.
Watching his reaction…
Oh who am I fooling, the millisecond I see
Him still dressed, that strong hand willing my
body to his.
If i could of flown… I would of…
Jiyong would be a little taken aback the first few times to see you swearing between words, or once in a while, maybe every few sentences — whatever type of swearer you are. But he’s not exactly got the most innocent, cleanest mouth himself… So it’d just become something that’s part of your charm. He’d egg you on at times, try to get a reaction out of you to get you to swear and then find it hilarious as hell, probably mush your cheeks up and ask how you can be so cute even when you’re using some of the most colourful words in existence. As a matter of fact, he’d take this trait from you and make fun of it both in and out of bed. Sometimes he’d ‘punish’ you for it, other times he’d make you use only swears to communicate during sex. It’d just become something part of your regular life together and indeed your sex life too. You’d tease him for swearing and he’d tease you. It’d be pretty funny to catch each other out when you both try to go 'as long as you can’ without swearing, and when you both fail, you just accept that you’re really fucking bad at keeping your words clean.
This is for my Negan’s Valentine’s Day Massacre challenge! Join in on the fun and post your works of love! 💞
TV: The Walking Dead
Warnings: Dirty talk!
Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner
Inspired by: @underratedcharactersimagines First Date with Negan Would Include.
He watched her from the door way, his arms folded across his chest. The sounds of his leather jacket creaking caught her attention.
She was currently bent at the waist, buckling the strap of her killer heels. She looked up at him through the mirror, a blush to her cheeks.
He grinned, his tounge sneaking out from his teeth, “Look at you doll! All decked out in a dress; never thought I’d see the fuckin’ day!”
She shook her head, standing and smoothing out a wrinkle in her dress, “Well, I wanted to look nice. It is a Valentine’s Day dinner.”
Shit; he couldn’t remember when the last time he celebrated Valentine’s Day. Lucille had passed before they could share it during her final year alive.
And now that the world had ended over two years ago, well, he just didn’t see the fuckin’ point.
Then he had wives only to have them sent away because of the woman standing in front of him.
There was something there, something that his other wives didn’t have… and goddamnit, he wanted to explore that.
Negan pushed off the door jam, walking over to Y/N. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, twisting slightly from side to side as he slid his other hand into her hair.
“You do look nice, baby,” he ran his nose along her neck, making her shiver, “I could literally just eat you up.”
She giggled, holding on to his shoulders, “Negan,”
He growled, nibbling on her neck, making her laugh loudly.
“Have your bag packed?” He asked, against her neck.
She hummed softly, holding his head in place, “Yes.”
Patting her ass, he placed a kiss on her pulse, “Let’s get rollin’ then baby.”
He grabbed her bag, more than ready to get her alone.
“You still haven’t said where we’re going, Negan,” Y/N said, her heels clicking and clacking on the hardwood floor as she tried to keep up with his long strides.
He slowed, taking her hand and threading his fingers with hers, “It’s a surprise, babe, so quit asking.”
Taking her to the truck, he quickly was on the road, not wanting a fuckin’ thing to stop him.
Every now and again, Negan would glance over at Y/N to see her staring out the window.
There wasn’t much to look at; the occasional Walker and desolate land. Her quietness unnerved him.
Taking his hand, he placed it on her knee, pulling her dress upward so he could get a peek of her thigh.
She looked over at him, smiling.
“How about I pull this truck over and we have some fuckin’ fun?”
Her laugh lifted his spirits, calmning his nerves.
“Nope, no way.” She said, stroking the top of his hand.
“Aww, c'mon Doll, why not?”
In prim and posh British accent she said, “Because I’m a lady, that’s why.”
They laughed, Y/N scooching over in the seat to rest against him.
Pulling up to the gates of Alexandria, Y/N shot him a look.
“What?” He asked, his innocence failing miserably.
“Don’t be rude, Negan… please?” She asked, sticking out her bottom lip.
“Uhg, I hate it when you pull the doe eyed look, baby.”
The smile that took over her face told him that she knew she won.
He sighed, shuting the truck off and getting out, “Wait here.”
Rick opened the gate, looking pissed.
“Rick the Prick! How the hell are ya!?” Negan asked, his arms out stretched.
Rick stood there, hand on his belt and tapping his foot, “Very last house at the end of the cul-de-sac. Other two homes are vacant. You’ll have your privacy.”
“Now that’s what I like to hear!” Negan turned his attention to the truck.
Rick followed his gaze, then looked back to Negan.
With his fingers crossed, he leaned back slightly, “Maybe if I’m lucky, there’ll be some freaky deaky tonight!”
He laughed loudly, heading back to the car.
Rick moved out of the way, letting Negan drive through, then slammed the gate shut.
When Negan pulled up to the house, he heard Y/N gasp.
“Wow,” she breathed, getting out of the truck to stare at the two story home.
Negan’s nerves were getting the best of him again. Getting out of the truck, he kept twirling and jiggling the keys, watching Y/N’s reaction.
“Can we go inside?” She asked.
“Huh? Well shit, Darlin’! Sorry!” He took her hand, leading her up the porch and into the house.
“Holy smokes!” She gasped in awe, when they entered the house.
Negan shut the door and led her to a room that he knew for a fact she’d go nuts over.
“Ah! None of that shit woman!” He scolded, opening the door that they were in front of.
He swept his hand into the room, “Ta da!”
Her mouth agape, she placed a hand over her heart, “It has a study!?”
Lined from wall to wall was a small library. She was forever fuckin’ reading, anything from romance books to medical texts.
“Think you’ll be alright in here while I get cleaned up?” Negan asked.
He smiled, leaving her with her thoughts.
As Negan looked in the mirror, he turned his head from side to side after his shower.
Yup, he was about to take the plunge. The shit that veen growing on his face was finally coming off. It was just a little surprise for Y/N.
After applying some shaving cream, he carefully used the straight razor, ridding his face of his beard.
Once it was all done, he stared at his reflection.
Goddamn it had been forever since he was beard free. He’d nearly forgotten what he looked like.
Negan dressed in a clean white tshirt and jeans, forgoing any socks or shoes.
Going down stairs to the kitchen, he began to cook Y/N’s favorite meal, Spaghetti.
He’d been cooking for about an hour when Y/N came into the kitchen, her nose in a book.
“Neg-ahhhhh!” She hollered, dropping the book.
Her hands cupped over her mouth as she rushed over to him, “What did you do!?” She asked.
“You don’t like it?” He asked her.
Closing his eyes at the feel of her warm fingers caressing his cheeks; he had to admit that it was giving him one hell of a stiffy.
“I love it… It’s different, but I love it,”
He smiled, the deepness of his dimples now more prominent.
“Gimmie a fuckin’ kiss baby,” he growled softly.
He noticed that her heels were off since she stood on her tiptoes.
Palming her ass with one hand and the other craddling her cheek, he lowered his head and kissed her.
She gasped as he moved his smooth lips over hers, no beard hair in sight to prick her fuckable mouth.
Her moan was deep and loud as he ran his tounge against hers.
She pulled back with an audible smack as their lips broke apart.
“Wow,” she breathed, her thumbs running over his dimples.
Negan licked his lips, wiggling his eyebrows, “Just wait until I eat you out, baby.”
He laughed as she blushed and dodged a smack from her hand.
Going to the stove, he stirred the homemade spaghetti sauce. Negan took the wooden spoon out, carefully tasting it.
“Hmmmm mmmm!” He moaned, bending at the knees.
“Wanna taste?” He asked, Y/N, holding the spoon up to her mouth.
He watched as her lips wrapped around the tip of the spoon and couldn’t help but to reach down and adjust himself.
Damn those lips and that mouth was going to be the death of him.
Her eyes closed as her tounge licked away the extra sauce, “Oh God!”
“Good huh?” He chuckled.
She nodded, “You have no idea. It’s been forever since I’ve had homemade spaghetti!”
“Now you see, baby? I know you so damn well!” He bragged, going back to the stove to drain the noodles.
“Yeah, you do.” She said, softly.
As they sat at the table, Negan thought of other ways to let her know that she was it for him.
His good mood and banter had calmed a bit since they began eatting. He was lost in his own thoughts, a place he didn’t like going to very often.
Twirling some food on his fork, he jumped when he felt her foot tickle his ankle.
She giggled, happiness making her eyes light up.
He gently poked at her foot with his toes, laughing as she exclaimed that what he was doing was tickling her.
It was times like this that he was happy about sending away the other women and getting away from the Sanctuary.
He wanted to tell her how he really felt, but in a way, he believed he didn’t deserve it. After all the shit he put Lucille through? Hell, he couldn’t and wouldn’t blame Y/N if she wanted to take off.
Negan had moved his plate to the side, not in the mood to eat anymore.
Out of his peripheral, he saw her hand rest on his.
“I love you, Negan.” She said it so softly, he thought he had misheard.
He swallowed the lump in his throat; he could do this.
“Love you too, Y/N… have since the day you turned my life upside down.”
His brows bunched, realizing that that didn’t come out right, but she seemed to have understood.
Relief coursed through him as she smiled sweetly at him.
“C'mere baby.” He patted his lap.
She stood, going over to him and straddling his lap. Her dress had ridden up, revealing her pantie covered core.
Taking a handful of hair, he pulled her roughly to him, kissing her hard.
She responded well with the rough kiss, her head slightly bobbing with his as their lips and tounges moved with one another.
He gripped her ass, pulling her more into his lap. She rolled her hips, grinding against his erection.
“Jesus fuck, baby!” He panted as her lips sucked greedily on his neck.
Lightly tugging on her hair, he brought her mouth back to his, licking at her lips as he growled into the kiss.
Y/N placed her hands under his shirt, her nails slightly clawing at his hairy chest.
She whimpered, pulling back to gasp for air.
Craddling the back of her head, Negan kissed her ear, “I fuckin’ love the shit outta you Doll.”
His voice was deep, dropping the more turned on he became.
Taking his middle finger, ran it across the seam of her panties, “And this pussy? Baby, I’m goin’ fuck the hell out of this pussy. Everyone,” he bit down on her lobe, soothing the sting with his tounge, “and I mean everyone will know this pussy belongs to me.”
She tilted her head back, moaning, “Oh God,”
Negan took hold of her chin, making sure that she was looking into his eyes, “No baby, not God… Negan.”
We’re all wondering what Sharon’s reaction to the proposal was, and my guess is it’s either a super excited yes, or a very very unsure yes. Personally, I think it may be the second option, simply because it is clear that Andy’s little intro to the proposal utterly confused and maybe freaked her out a little.
Just look at her in this GIF. The corners of her lips go up, then down, then up again, and the look in her eyes is so emotional and raw. In my opinion, she literally doesn’t know if he is trying to ease her into a breakup or telling her something entirely different. What that other something might be is clearly beyond her, because her reaction to the proposal is “Wha-?” when Andy kneels and “Oh,” when he pulls out the ring.
I can only imagine what went through her mind at that moment he kneeled. Considering his heart condition, she may have even thought for a second that he was going to collapse again. Whatever she was expecting him to do or say, a proposal wasn’t it.
A notification lit up your phone while dinging. Rolling over, you mentally smack yourself in the face as the time read ‘1:00 AM.’ Checking the notification, a “Youtube” logo took over the screen then followed by a black and white screen. “Hello mes amours!” a stunning man appeared on screen. You fiddled with the volume so your roommates, Eliza, her boyfriend Alexander, and your freckled friend John Laurens, wouldn’t wake up. The video continued on after you pressed play. “Exciting news! I get to go to America to visit mon meilleurs amis (my best friends)! Oui! Je suis très excité (I am very excited)!” the man beamed on, smiling a wide, toothy grin. “There is Eliza, elle est une femme très intelligente et merveilleux (She is a very intelligent and beautiful woman) and she is letting me stay with her so I don’t have to travel far from my two other friends Alexander and John!” You couldn’t decide if you were to grin or let your jaw go slack. “Is Lafayette, the man I’ve been talking to everyday since last year, talking about MY Eliza and MY John Laurens!? The grinning, French heart throb is going to be rooming with us!?” You unknowingly, let your jaw go slack. In the room next to yours, you hear a man verbally groan then slam his fists against the wall.
You ran down the bunker stairs, letting Gabriel park your car. You bolted into the library, accidentally running into Castiel on your way into the library.
Castiel grabbed onto your wrists tightly before you could fall backwards. He quickly pulled you forward without thinking. It all happened so fast. Castiel had forgotten what it was like to hold you this close.
“Sorry for bumping into you Cas,” you apologized, taking a step back from the angel. You ran a hand through your hair, looking to your right. You were getting odd looks from Lucifer, Sam, and Dean. Speaking of Sam and Dean, they looked awful. You rushed over to your brothers assessing their wounds. “What the hell happened?” You didn’t let them refuse your help either. Your hands glowed as you pressed them against Sam and Dean’s forehead.
can u do a twice reaction on you walking in on them masturbating? or maybe them walking in on you masturbating? whichever is easier to write <3
Sorry for the ridiculously late response! School started back up and we’ve been ridiculously busy.. but thank you for the wait! We’ll be posting more regularly from now on. I hope you like this! I had to exclude Tzuyu and Chae because they’re minors ! -Mod Star
Show Me Your Best Tattoo (Mike Fuentes) (Pierce The Veil)
Word Count: 696
It was a nice day and your friends had dragged you to the beach because they complained you were too pale. You put down your towel before stripping off your Slipknot tank and lying down. You left on your shorts and admired your new bikini top.
“Do you ever regret any of your tattoos and piercings y/n?”
You shake your head at y/friends/n, always the concerned and nosey friend.
“I love tattoos and piercings, the more the merrier. I love a guy with them as well.”
“God no, give me a clean cut man. No offence y/n but some tattoos look tacky.”
You roll your eyes and go to defend tattoos when a shadow looms over you.
“Maybe I can change your mind ladies?”
You blink and lock eyes with a very tall and attractive guy. He pulls off his shirt revealing a chest of beautiful tattoos you could easily get lost in.
The guy laughs at your reaction. You notice him checking your tattoos out as well and blush.
“Same love. I’m Mike.”
You stand up and brush the sand off you before throwing your tank back on. Mike tilts his head to the side.
“Nice shirt. Do you want to grab a drink?”
“Why do you think I got up Mike? I’d much rather hang out with people who appreciate body art.”
You’d always been confident when it came to guys. You assumed Mike was single because he wouldn’t have swaggered over to a few girls and took his shirt off, unless he had a big ego.
“Go have fun y/n, leave the rest of us to burn. Maybe another hottie will walk on by.”
Your friend flips you off as you drag Mike back towards the boardwalk.
I never wanted to go to the beach in the first place but after meeting y/n, I was more than happy I’d come. I let myself get dragged towards the boardwalk where the bars were, y/n was strong for a small person.
“So tell me Mike do you take off your shirt whenever someone mentions tattoos?”
She sat across from me at the small table in one of the beach bars. I let out a laugh and shook my head.
“No not normally, but I was hoping to score with a beautiful girl.”
“Such a charmer Mike.”
The bartender puts two bottles of beer in front of us and a tray of shots. I look at y/n and raise my eyebrow not remembering ordering shots. She grins and puts one in front of me and then herself.
“Let’s play twenty questions with a twist Mike, unless you can’t handle a few shots.”
Ah hell no, I never stepped down from a challenge involving alcohol. Then a crafty idea came to mind.
“How about we do one better y/n. Ten shots each, if I finish first then you go on a date with me. And if you win I’ll let you pick out my next tattoo.”
y/n’s eyes lit up like a child at Christmas.
“You’re on Mike, though even if I lose I’ll still go on a date with you.”
We divided the shots and started the race. y/n was winning up until the 7th shot when I overtook her and finished my 10th just as she picked her 10th up. She was one of a kind, a girl who could hold their drink was a keeper in my eyes.
“Looks like I’m going on a date with you Mike.”
“Give me your number and text me your address, I’ll pick you up at seven tonight.”
~2 Years Later~
Mike had just proposed to you in the bar by the beach where you met. You said yes and had the ring on your finger to prove it. You were going to be a Fuentes. And all this started when Mike tried to change your friends’ minds about guys with tattoos.
“How about we finally play that game of twenty questions with a twist babe?”
Mike snakes his arms around your waist and starts planting kisses down your neck. You had the man of your dreams and were never letting him go.
I sort of skipped over the ‘from’ part and just went to making an intro, ahah;; Sora’s direction is actually really (scarily!) good, she just likes taking a bunch of weird detours trying to find the Kitsune Hamlet. Somehow, though, she continues to find people to sell things to so maybe the detours weren’t so weird after all…?
She’s an eccentric but affable girl whose jokes can sometimes tip a bit into the mean spirited area. She is slow to trust but extremely quick to get attached once that threshold has been crossed, and her reactions to physical affection vary accordingly. She hates having debts and being on the losing end of things, so if she offers you something that puts her at a disadvantage you can be 69% sure that it’s a ploy of some sort. Even if that ploy is spending more time with you. Though she plays at being coy and enjoys gossip to a worrying degree, her feelings are usually quite pure and straightforward. Sells both physical wares and information.
Since her adoptive father’s passing, she’s been on the search for a new home. She has a few complexes about her kitsune heritage, and strives to keep it hidden (especially since it’s been drilled into her that she’d probably die if anyone found out). Since she’s stayed at least approximately 100 yards away from any and all beaststones and has yet to transform once, she has a lot of urges that she has no idea what to do with. The extra energy seems to have tipped over to the opposite end and wound up with her being extra lazy instead. She’s chasing the Hamlet more for the idea of family more than any real love for her kinsmen.
A/N: It’s Satan Sunday!! I hope you all enjoy this fic! I know it’s a little late, but I’m hoping you all love it anyway! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3 <3
This was requested by @rebelangelx3:
If so i would like a fluff imagine with Lucifer if possible; maybe the new years revolution one?
Lucifer wasn’t one for celebrations. If it didn’t celebrate him, he didn’t care much for the holiday. Unfortunately, you were one to celebrate every major holiday. Christmas was the hardest for Lucifer, but he did it for you. He did it because he loved you. Now he was celebrating New Year’s; all for you.
It was close to midnight and Lucifer had watched you drink for the past two hours. If you weren’t going to drink responsibly, Lucifer was going to be by your side just in case. On Christmas you threw up from too much eggnog. He was the one to hold your hair back that night. You seemed to be taking it much easier tonight. He quickly retreated to your room where there was no loud noises, and no angels.
“Hey Lu,” you greeted, sitting down on his lap. “Dean, Sam, Cas, Gabriel, and Balthazar are in the library. It’s a party in there. Why don’t you come and join us? It’s almost midnight.”
So,what do you think of writing an imagine where Daryl feels physically attracted to y/n and she’s kind of new at sex and at first he is afraid (bc of age difference,y/n is like 19)but then he says he will teach her some things, smut and maybe fluffy
You don’t really know what led you to find yourself naked on the bed of Daryl. Really. Maybe it’s the too long stares he gives you when you’re wearing a too short shorts, or how he devours you with his eyes when you smile. Maybe it’s all those things that gave you enough confidence to do that. It’s no secret that you have a huge crush on your older friend. It’s not a secret either that you have never had sex. All this is new to you, you do not even know the reaction he’ll have before all this. Before you, naked.
When Daryl finally pass the doorstep, he blinked several times. As if the vision he had before his eyes was not real, as if it was a dream. A very sexy one. He begins to bite his lower lip before resuming their minds. He can not do that. No. It’s not right. You’re just a young girl, if the world was not plunged into a deadly Apocalypse, you’d be where ? In high school.
Daryl : “What are you doing here girl ?”
[Y/N] : “I.. I thought..”
Daryl : “Put some clothes on”
Nothing could be more humiliating than being push by the only man you have ever desired. You lower your eyes, with shame you start to get dressed. Tears glistened on your cheeks. Before you can get out of the room, a strong hand you catch the handful.
[Y/N] : “Please Daryl let me go, it’s enough humiliating like that for me”
Daryl : “I want you little girl, you don’t know how much I wanted to take you on this bed when I saw naked but it’s not that simple. I mean look at you, you’re.. You’re very young..”
You do not know if you should laugh or cry. So that’s it, his ridiculous reason to push you away. You did not need his pity. You’re better than this.
[Y/N] : “I don’t need your pity Daryl.”
Daryl : “Don’t be like that little girl..”
[Y/N] : “Don’t “little girl” me !”
Daryl : “You’re so fustrating” he said before crashing his lips again yours. At first the kiss was a little bit shy, but then it became more and more heated. To the point that you end up on his knees rubbing yourself against his covered penis.
[Y/N] : “Please.. Please Daryl..”
Daryl : “Please what baby girl ?”
[Y/N] : “Please I want you..”
Daryl : “Are you sure ?”
One other thing you love about Daryl, it’s that behind his rough imagine he is a perfect gentleman. He don’t want to push you in something you don’t want. Even If his all body yells at him to fuck you.
[Y/N] : “Pretty sure yes. I need you”
Daryl : “I’m going to fuck you so hard”
Before he could begin to undress you, you put one of your hands against his cheek. Your look is more serious.
[Y/N] : “I want you to fuck me hard Daryl, but not today. Today I want you to make love to me…”
Daryl : “It’s your first time right ?”
[Y/N] : “Yes..”
Daryl : “Don’t worry I’m going to make you feel good”
He pushes you gently on the bed before lifting your shirt. He drops wet kisses against your belly before rising more and more slowly to your chest.
Daryl : “Take off your bra baby girl”
Timidly you execute yourself, throwing your bra somewhere in the room. Daryl caress your chest, stars in his eyes. For once in your life you really feel like a woman. He looks at you with so much envy. He gave you a little smirk before putting one of your nipple in his mouth. Your mouth forms an “o”, it feels so… So good.
Daryl : “Does it feels good ?”
[Y/N] : “Y… Oh.. Oh yes”
Daryl sucks, nibbles your nipples. Your eyes rolling in the waves of pleasure. One of his hands slip under your skirt rubbing your covered pussy.
[Y/N] :: “Da… Daryl..”
Daryl : “You’re so innocent baby girl”
His lips back against yours, his tongue enters your mouth. You were lost in the kiss when suddenly a finger passes under your panties and begins to caress your clitoris.
Daryl : “It’s ok princess ?”
[Y/N] : “Yes.. Yes.. Please more”
His finger penetrates your pussy, he pumps in you. First slowly, leaving you time to get used to it and then faster and faster.
[Y/N] : “Daryl.. I.. I think I’m gonna cum..”
Daryl : “So cum for me, cum for me baby”
In a muffled cries, you come. Leaving all your juice on the fingers of your lover.
Daryl : “Now I’m going to fuck you (y/n), that’s ok with you ?”
[Y/N] : “No..”
Daryl : “Oh.. Ok If you’re not ready, that’s..”
[Y/N] : “No… I mean first I want to suck you..”
Those dirty words coming from your pretty little and innocent mouth makes him so much hard. He removes his shirt and then he undid his pants in one swift motion. He can not wait any longer, he needs you. You put yourself on your knees and you take away his underwear. You remain in silent before his triumphant erection.
Daryl : “Do you like what you see ?”
[Y/N] : “Yes but.. I..”
Daryl : “Don’t worry, I will guide you. Put your hand on my penis and…”
You do not leave him time to finish his sentence, you lay your hand against his penis and you pump. Increasingly fast before adding your mouth to the equation.
Daryl : “Fuck.. Baby girl, you definitely do not need my help”
You keep licking and pumping his erection when you feel a hand pulling your hair. It’s terribly exciting.
Daryl : “Stop baby girl, I don’t want to cum already. I want to cum inside you” (it’s the apocalypse so… But you, use protections !)
You let his penis, then he positions himself above you. He begins by rubbing his erection against your humidity. He penetrates you gently, the sensation is not really nice at first.
Daryl : “Are you ok ?”
[Y/N] : “Yes you can move now”
When he starts to move, the feeling becomes more and more enjoyable. The pleasure burning inside your belly.
[Y/N] : “Faster please”
Daryl : “As you wish my love”
His penis come faster and faster in you. Your pleasure reaches his maximum.
[Y/N] : “Daryl.. I’m gonna..”
Daryl : “Yes I know me too..”
While your orgasm paralyzes your body, you feel his seed pouring into you. You have become one.
A few minutes later you find yourself against him, your face against his chest. You fall asleep quickly with the feel of his body against yours. One of the nicest sensations that can exist. And in the end you absolutely not regret having force destiny.
Sorry for the english I’m french so it’s more difficult for me, I hope you like it :)