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Naughty Girl - Justin Foley Smut

Justin Foley x reader

Request:  Can you do smut with Justin Foley (13 reasons why) …(x reader) didn’t fuck for a week because you have problems and he catches you masturbate and he is not happy about it so he punish you…

WARNINGS: Smut, rough, swearing

Me and Justin haven’t been talking for days. He practically pushed me off of him the other day and I’m pissed. For some reason we have been arguing more than usual. Just two days ago we argued cause Justin forgot to pick me up to go to school cause he decided to drink with his friends. It’s been leaving me frustrated. In many ways. Its Saturday night and Justin keeps calling my phone and leaving message after message.

Babe I’m sorry about the other day

Baby please pick up…

I’m sorrrrrrrry!

What do you want me to do?

I can bring strawberry ice cream for you 

Babbbbbby please answer me 

I roll my eyes and put my phone on silent. I’m more angry with him cause with all this arguing we haven’t had sex in over a week and it’s killing me. I have been wanting to slap him and fuck him at the same time and I think he knows it. There is a knock at the door and I say a small ‘come in’.

“Hey sweetheart” my mom peaks in. She’s all dolled and dressed up. I do that signature dog whistle and laugh. 

“Hey mom, where are you going looking all nice” I smile. 

“Me and your father are going out for dinner surprisingly”. I look behind her and see my dad with his thumbs up. I laugh and shake my head. I follow them downstairs as they put their jackets on.

“Okay have fun you too” I say, walking up to hug and kiss both of them.

“We will, come lock the doors behind us. And you know the rules n-”

“Yes, yes, no partying, no drinking, no smoking, no inviting strangers, no going out after 12 and call you if I invite Justin over.” I say nonchalantly.

“Good girl” she kisses my check while my dad rubs my head.

“See you kiddo, be safe.”

“I will, love you”

They both say quick ‘love yous’ and get into their car. I watch them drive off and quickly close the door and jog up the stairs back to my room. I look at my phone and see more text from a now angry Justin. I huff and turn my phone off. I lay on my bed and start thinking about where we went wrong. Just last week we were making love. Making love. I start thinking about how good it felt for him to be inside me with his hands roaming my body. I start thinking about his lips on my neck. Thinking about this started to make me feel hot down there. I continue thinking about his mouth on me and found myself creeping towards my underwear. I never thought I would do this, being that I had Justin, but obviously I don’t have him right now and I need something. I peel my underwear off and start rubbing around my heat. I keep thinking About Justin and imagine my fingers as his.

“Justin” I moan. My fingers speed up and I arch my back into myself. I grab onto my bare breast under my shirt and pinch onto my nipple feeling nothing but pleasure. I keep moaning, sliding a finger into my now wet core. I’m lost in my own world as I slide in another finger. I want Justin more, but this will have to do. I continue pumping in and out while moaning my boyfriends name. I need him so bad. I’m so wrapped up in my moans that I didn’t notice my door fly open. I jerk up and see none other than Justin. A very angry Justin. He looks mad, but his eyes look like something else. Lust.

“What the hell do you think your doing y/n” 

“I-I don’t know” I say, covering my naked body with my sheets. He walks up to the bed and yanks the sheet away from me, scamming my body up and down.

“What the hell were you doing”

“It was nothing, I just wanted to try something dif-”

“You wanted to fucking finger yourself!” he says while still looking at my body. I feel weirdly exposed in front of him, but I kind of like it. 

“We haven’t had sex in a while and I have been aggravated” I say quietly, but he doesn’t say anything. He just stared. 

It was the way he stood and looked at me. Watching my every move and staring at me with those deep eyes. And I loved it. I loved the attention he was giving me. The long needed attention. It made me feel wanted and special. It was his attitude. The way he stood leaned against my headboard with his arms crossed on his chest and lip in his mouth. 

I look away feeling queasy in my stomach. It wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling, but a feeling of excitement. I uncover my hands from my chest and fix my posture, sitting up. I bit my lip and look back at him. His eyes leaves my face and goes straight to my chest, smirking. That was all it took for him to make his way to my bed and sit down next to me.

“You like being a naughty girl don’t you?” he whispers. His voice suddenly got deeper and husky, making my lower body ache. Definitely a turn on, making me want him even more. 

“Do you like it?” I ask, biting my lip seductively as I smiled. 

“No not really” I almost frown at his response until he speaks again.

“Only I can touch you like that, and I don’t like you doing my job.” I close my eyes, trying to contain myself from jumping onto him right now. I want him badly. So badly right now. 

“Then touch me” I whisper into his ear.

“If I do, I might not be able to control myself cause I’m still angry at you for doing this” I bite my lip as I climb onto his lap and bite his ear softly before whispering.

“Then don’t”

As soon as I said it, Justin attack my lips, wrapping my legs around his torso pressing his body against mine. I moaned against his lips as I kissed him hard while his hand went in my hair and his lips moved hungrily with mine.

“Mhm.” He groaned as he pulled away slightly. Grabbing his waist, I attempt to pull down his sweats. He sits up and pulls them off. I starting bucking my bare core against him, earning grunts. I drew circles with my hips as his hands stayed firmly on my waist. I started to feel him harden under me and I smiled through the kiss. 

“Fuck this” he mumbled through the kiss. He quickly threw us over and yanked me to the edge of the bed.

“This is my job and don’t forget it”. With that he spread my legs apart with his hands on either sides of my inner thigh, spreading them as wide as he would while looking my core. He rubbed his hand back and forth and I moaned slightly while wiggling to try to feel him more. He held my body in place.

“Don’t fucking move” I bite my lip and nodded him.

“Yes baby”

I smiled at the sight of my boyfriend going down on me, his head between my thighs as he pleasured me. He rubbed his fingers again me, going up and down fast. Faster than I was. He made sure to press hard against me. I moaned and moaned even louder when he slide his long finger into me.

“God.” I moan, smiling at the sweet pleasure. I open my eyes to see him watching me as he adds another finger and curl them inside me.

“Yessss Just- my gosh!” I moan.

“What was that” he smirks. He adds a third finger and starts roughly pumping.

“JUST-” I couldn’t even speak cause of all my moans. He pulls his fingers out and kneels down further into my core. I then feel his lips touch my heat, making me grind my hips against his face for more. He starts going slow to tease me then speeds up. I wrap my legs around his neck, arching my body as he flicks his tongue harder against me. He movements started to make me whimper.

“Ha-right there, yes, fuck!” I whimper as he looks up at me while still moving his tongue. I throw my head back, not caring how loud I’m being. My small hands were in his hair, pushing on the back of his head I tensed, my eyes shutting as I moan his name again. I feel myself close, knowing I can’t hold it in.

“J-Justin, I’m ab-”

“Let it go baby.” I do as I’m told and cum while Justin licks everything up, smiling at me after. All of this just made me want Justin more than ever. 

“Justin?” I pant.

“Yes angel” he smirks.

“Fuck me.”

He throws of his underwear before grabbing a condom out his jean pocket and doesn’t give me a chance to register anything. Still at the edge of the bed, Justin grabs my hips and slams into me, making me whimper. my knees were dangling off the bed, spread apart as Justin thrust into me. I was eager for him to go harder, faster, rougher. I need all of him.

“P-please Justin harder” I moan. He doesn’t need for me to say it twice. Justin pushes himself deep into me, but doesn’t move. He just stood there, deep inside of me. the pleasure was so amazing. 

“Fuck!” I yell, my body shaking and desperate to grab something as I cling myself onto his back.

“Ju-justin” I moan, my breathing heavy. He pushes my hips back down, held them down there before he slammed into me as hard as he could, making my bed move backwards. I let out a loud whimper, my hand grabbing his.

“God! Fuck me, Justin, Harder baby!” I beg, moaning louder than ever. He held my tiny hands so tightly in his, almost crushing my fingers as he went faster, deep groans escaping his throat.

“Holy fuck!” he growled. His voice sounding so deep. He only went harder as I scratched lines into his back. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. My whole body was shaking beneath him. 

“Fuck!” he screamed. I could hear his dick slam into me with each thrust, slamming into me as deep as it could. My back slammed into my bed each time. Tears were starting to come out my eyes as I was screaming his name. I exploded and it surprised me. Justin pulled out and looked exhausted. He slowly climbed onto the bed, pulling me onto him and could barely catch his breath. He only said one thing. 

“Baby?” he pants.

“Yes?” I ask in the same state.

“I love you, but please remember to lock the door next time”. With that we laughed and then fell right to sleep in each others arms, finally back to normal.

A/N - Sorry if this isn’t that good. I hope you guys like this one! I appreciate you guys feedback :) love you 

Closer Together (Home Part 2)[Luke Skywalker x Reader]

Part 1

Summary: The reader, now a nurse in the Rebellion, reunites with Luke and joins him as he leads a small group of freedom fighters to the ice planet Hoth.

Warnings: Canonical Character Death, Peril, Minor Blood

Word Count: 6000+

“Y/N!” Biggs Darklighter, who had become one of your closest friends, called you from the doorway of the infirmary on Yavin 4 where you worked. “They rescued the princess!”

You heaved a sigh of relief. Rescuing Leia had been on the front of everyone’s minds. “Who did?” you questioned.

“That’s just it,” Biggs announced, walking over to you. “It was Luke.”

Your stomach dropped. Before you could react, your overseer interrupted. “Solo! I need you over here.”

“Just a moment!” you called over your shoulder. You turned back to Biggs. “You’re sure it was Luke?”

“Yeah, but there’s more. Us pilots are suiting up to go to war. The Empire has a weapon called the Death Star, and–”

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Writing Prompt #5 “Where were you when I needed you”

Requested by the adorable @negansxlucille. Hope you enjoy honey!

Negan/Lucille pre walker

contains: copious amounts of angst and language. Just to warn you dear readers, you will probably HATE Negan in this.

Lucille braced herself against the counter, her fingers gripping the edges so tightly,  her knuckles were turning white. Despite how enraged she was, she couldn’t stop the tears from sliding down her cheeks. She closed her eyes and tried taking some deep breaths. But despite her efforts, they could not remove the uncomfortable bundle of dread in the pit of her stomach. Lucille prayed that she was wrong. That her husband’s phone had died or maybe he was in an accident. She grimaced, inwardly scolding herself that for even a split second, she had hoped for Negan to be hurt so badly, that he couldn’t pick up his phone.

As if on cue, she hears the front door open behind her and her husband’s signature whistling sounded down the hall. Lucille quickly straightened up and wiped her eyes. She forced herself to release her tight grip on the counter only to find her hands trembling at her sides. Hearing his footsteps come down the hall only made the pain in her chest worsen and she didn’t think she had the strength to face him. But present matters and the overwhelming dread had forced her hand. She had to know. 

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Your alarm rang its familiar annoying tune before your hand routinely smacked it until it shut up.  You were expected to get up early to feed every dinosaur before the thousands of visitors to Jurassic World arrived.  You get dressed in your rather primitive khaki shirt, jeans and VANs before grabbing an apple on your way out the door.  You jogged down to the Feed Barn to collect the various meats for the carnivores, knowing they liked to be fed first. Mixing up the meats, grabbing and tagging the larger carcasses with designated dinosaurs, you stack them into your Jeep, ready for feeding out.  Armed with nothing but your radio, you jump into your Jeep and drive to your first enclosure…the Avery.  You were the very best in your line of work and besides the Velociraptor trainers, you were the only employee who was allowed to work with the dinosaurs directly.  You pulled up out the front of the enclosure and pulled out the tray of meat designated.
You use your signature whistle to call all the birds into a flock to make it easier for feeding.  As per usual, the Avery is in an uproar.  Dinosaurs fly down from their perches in the tall trees of the enclosure to the floor of the Avery where I feed out.
“You want some of this, huh?” You call as you heave the massive bucket towards the feeding spot.  "I got your favourite.“
Your eyes adjust to the intense sunlight glaring outside the Avery.  Your hand becomes weak suddenly, dropping the bucket of meat in your hand. You grab the tag around your neck and scan it through the designated slot beside the door. It authorises you to enter and the door pops open.
“HEY!” You scream at the massive clump intermingled bodies.   “HEY!  BREAK IT UP!”
Many heads turn your way, giving you angry screeches before ascending to their original perches.  All but one.  You eyes lock with a Pterodactyl, it sharp evil eyes piercing yours.  Its teeth bare instinctively, attempting to frighten you off.
“Not today,” you whisper under your breath before diving forwards. You spread your arms as wide as possible, as if you have wings of your own, and you hiss. The Pterodactyl enters a state of confusion and screeches back at you.
You smirk with confidence.  With each confident shove forwards, the Pterodactyl takes an uneasy step backwards. With one final screech of your opponent you open your mouth and scream, louder than you ever thought possible.
The Pterodactyl returns your screech in a slightly cowardly volume before lifting itself into the air.  Soon after it falls back down to the ground in a mangled heap of limbs.
It stumbles to its feet, unsure and vulnerable.  Your eyes scan its body over and analyse the damage done in the fight.  Its wing is bleeding and just by its gruel appearance you can tell it’s broken.
“It’s going to be okay,” you reassure it. You pick up your radio cautiously and call in the accident, knowing they would send down medical support.  The only thing…you have to subdue it.
You hold up both hands and you look it straight in the eyes.  Whispering comforting words, you approach it slowly, taking small cautious steps. The Pterodactyl screeches defensively and steps backwards away from you.  You notice it does not understand but you know what to do. You bow in front of it. You don’t look up, you don’t move a muscle, you just bow from the waist down, one arm tucked tight around your stomach.
You hear the Pterodactyl breathing heavily and you slowly return to your original stance.  Your body intimately close to the Pterodactyl’s, it’s wings surrounding you.  It slowly moves back and bows in front of you, just the way you did to it.  You nod at it smile, accomplishment flooding your body.

The Medics arrived soon after you had secured the Pterodactyl in its crush.  Claire walks over to you, two boys trailing close behind her. They must be the nephews she has been preparing for since last month.
“(Y/N),” she greets me.  "I see you have been able to neutralise the Dactyls…Impressive.“
"Thank you, ma'am but in all honesty I-” you get interrupted by her phone ringtone.
She plucks it out of her pocket and checks the screen.
“Sorry to leave so soon, but I really gotta take this,” she points to her phone.  "Um, can you watch them for me?“ She points to the two boys behind her and leaves before you can fit a word in.
"Sure…” You mutter, knowing you are horrible at making friends.
“Hi!” The younger looking one says, his eyes glowing with happiness.  "I’m Gray and this is Zach but he doesn’t really talk very much so…“
"Nice to meet you two,” You smile, shaking their hands.  Zach’s eyes locking yours and lingering a little longer than Gray.
“We saw the whole thing from the control room, how you stood up to that Pterodactyl!  That was so awesome!” Gray gushes excitedly.
You chuckle nervously, feeling a hot tide rising to your cheeks. “Thank you, little man but it really wasn’t that big of a deal.”
“You’re right, it wasn’t a big deal,” Gray nods.  "IT WAS A HUGE DEAL!  Weren’t you scared?  I mean it could have attacked you!“
Your eyes glance up to see Zach staring at you, making you blush even more.
"I was respectful of its power,” you answer.  "There is a difference between fear and respect.  Fear holds you in this state, you can’t think straight and you sit in a pessimistic state but when you respect their power…You know what they can do but you’re not afraid of what might not even happen.“
Gray sighs and lowers his head.  "I can’t do that, I would still be scared.”
I crouch down in front of him and tip his head up to meet mine.  "There will always be fear.  I’m still scared of things, but once you face those fears…you can overcome them.  You are a strong, smart boy and great things will come from you!  Never forget that, okay?“
A smile spreads across his face.  "Okay.”
Gray looks at Zach and then back at you.  He zooms over to Gray, whispers something in his ear then runs off.
Zach shakes his head, a small chuckle escaping his lips.
“Kids,” he mutters.
I stand and dust the dirt off my jeans. “Kids.” You nod.
“I didn’t catch your name, I’m Zach,” he steps closer to you.
“Oh, right…I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you,” you smile, his beautiful eyes locking yours again.
“He was right you know,” he glances from his shoes to your eyes.  "You are incredible.“
Your face flares once again and you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.  "Oh shut up I am not.”
“You’re right.”
You look up into his eyes confused by his sudden retraction of his compliment.  You notice that his body closer to yours than it was before.  His hands slide around your waist and he holds your gaze.
“You are breath-taking.”

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Safer in Your Arms (Negan X Reader)

Just a small drabble where Negan manhandles you -0-

WARNINGS: swearing

It’s noon which equals lunch break. Usually, you’d have to get back in an hour, but you received an extra thirty minuets due to another coworker’s injury. So, you sat down on the stairs, your head a slight degree to watch the unfortunate souls messing with the walkers outside that chain-lined fence. Negan made damn sure everything on his “playground” is just so. Perhaps that’s why his punishments are beyond severe—he uses fear as a discipline.

Sitting one step backward to get yourself comfortable, you watch a broad figure approaching you. For a split second, you thought it was Negan and panicked with small quick breaths. You technically weren’t supposed to grab that half hour so this was the root of your struggle. A couple meters closer and you realized it wasn’t Negan…but Simon. You never really talked to him so you had no idea why he was in your presence.

His heals dug firmly into the dirt as he stared at you eating lunch on the stairs. His pearly whites showed as he looked down on you. “How’s it going down there?” He asked ever so nonchalantly.

Puffing some air into your cheeks, your nervousness wavered as your jaw released to speak. “Fine…” You answer simply, not really too keen to talk back to him.

“(Y/N), right? You know, (Y/N), how’d you like to have dinner with me tonight, huh?” Simon ask with hands in his pant pockets. “Just you and me—one on one?”

Honestly, ever since you got scooped up by Saviors five months ago, you have made little progress with your social circle. Sure, an acquaintance here and there but no one to go running to when you’re having a deep problem. Your conversations with Negan had been more frequent lately, but they were kept professional with a hint of tease once and a while. You thought having some social time would be nice.

Standing up then brushing your fingers down your work apron, you give him a tug of a smile. “Simon, I would-” your conformation was cut short when a pair of strong hands swooped you up into bridal style. Confused, you looked up at your captor: Negan. “HOLYASDFGHKKL!!” your brain is screaming as you look up at his wolf teeth and smiling eyes.

Holding you close, he turns to Simon and lets a laugh erupt from the bottom of his stomach. “Simon, you should know better than to try to pick up a super hot chick before I get to make the first move.” Clicking his tongue, he spun your perfect body in a circle. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we will be having a ‘one-on-one dinner.’ Thanks for the idea, couldn’t have thought anything more fucking original,” the pack leader says ever so passive aggressively. Turning his heal, he whistles his signature tune with you still in his arms.

“You’re welcome, doll,” he says as he looks down at you with happy eyes.

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Signature whistles among pair bonded males

Males usually form what is called a pair bond, a very close and stable relationship between two male dolphins. Males forming pair bonds show a tendency to develop very similar signature whistles. One of two actions occur to an individual male’s signature whistle; one dolphin may keep the same whistle while the other dolphin copies his or the two dolphins develop the same whistle pattern, creating a completely new one from the previous whisles. 

Similarities between signature whistles in male pair bonds or alliances might help keep them in contact. It could be used to broadcast their alliance and compete or prevent fights with rival males. The whistles might also inform females about the identity of the males and the strength they represent. 

Developing a name

Calves create their own signature whistles, and their name solidifies around a year of age. 

Females have very distinct whistles from their mothers. As females generally stay with their maternity pod, this makes sense. In order to lessen confusion the dolphins in the pod should have very different signature whistles. 

Male calves, on the other hand, develop very similar whistles as their mothers. This may help avoid inbreeding. It also might broadcast lineage, as males with dominant mothers are more likely to copy their mother’s whistle. ‘My mother is strong, and so am I.' 

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Title: Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Author:  Kat

Reader Gender:  N/A

Word Count: ~1500

Summary: Written for @torn-and-frayed   Songs of Supernatural Season 1 Challenge

#Songs of SPN #Songs of Season 1 Challenge

Warnings:   Not much, scary premonitions, near death experience

A/N:  My song was Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult

Character: Jensen Ackles

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“C.mon, Jensen!” He could hear his dad yelling, even over all the other parents’ cheering.

He tipped his hat back with a finger, pulled back his arm and pitched the ball. The batter missed on his swing and the baseball landed with a sharp thwack in the catcher’s glove.

“Out!” the umpire called.

Cheers from the home team drowned the boos from the away team and Jensen heard his dad’s signature whistle telling him he was doing a good job. They were nearing the end of the sixth inning and Jensen’s arm was getting tired. Their team was only one down, though and Jensen had powered through the pain before.

The third batter stepped up to the plate and readied himself for Jensen’s pitch. If he could strike this player out, they could start the seventh inning and they would have a chance to win the game. Jensen rotated his shoulder, trying to relieve some of the tension that was built up. It didn’t work. Jensen wound back and threw the ball. Strike. Shift, stretch, wind, toss. Strike. Shift, stretch, wind, toss. Tear. 

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