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Current Reader prompts I’ve done so far, I’ll update if there’s more. 

[  Negan is super grumpy one day and reader tries to cheer him up, turns out it’s Lucille’s birthday, and he’s really missing her ]

[ Negan catches the reader smoking pot, smut ensues ]

[  You both go on separate runs the morning after an unresolved fight ]

  • Negan x Reader (FLUFF)

[ Negan’s first wife in the sanctuary gets sick ]

[ Negan’s newest wife, loosing her virginity to him ] 


[ Daryl is in love with the reader, but she doesn’t know and he’s afraid she doesn’t love him back ]

[  Reader & Daryl are in a relationship and it’s your first night together after Jesus got Daryl free from Negan ]

[ Reader has a small child, ever since Daryl met them he’s protected them and one day the kid calls him daddy ]

[  Daryl & reader have been flirting but nothing serious and one day he catches the reader belly dancing, one thing leads to another ]

[  Daryl & reader were together before the Apocalypse but they lost each but the reader is brought to Alexandra and she recognizes him but he doesn’t recognize her until he pulls her aside later ]

anonymous asked:

archie giving hickies oml and making out please

Smoke filtered out of her raspberry lips, hiding her subdued eyes behind a translucent curtain. Archie’ eyes were now heavy, half hooded as he slowly looked over at her.

She laid there, slouched on his bed as she held the blunt loosely. She was barely clothed, clad only in her sports bra and a pair of his boxers. He licked his lips as he studied her.

As she brought it back to her lips, the violently amber tip illuminated as she inhaled. Archie leaned closer, slowly stalking over her until she was directly beneath him.

He leaned down and placed his lips so lightly atop hers that she felt the ghost of his skin. Taking the hint, she pressed her mouth closer to his, blowing the smoke into his mouth.

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“First Times” Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 2,261

Castiel x Reader, Dean x Reader (platonic)

Request: I was wondering if you could write a Castiel x reader smut where y/n and Dean smoke weed together and are having a great time and Castiel, y/n’s boyfriend, comes in and asks why she’s acting so strange and tells him she smoked weed and explains his father grew it. Castiel gets curious and asks to try some, and after a little while, it begins to make him horny, and smut ensues from there.

Warnings: Language, marijuana use, bad attempts at mild humor (lol), smut, unprotected sex

a/n: laughing because I’m writing this and I’ve literally never smoked weed once in my life


“Oh, it is good to be home.” You groan out, putting your purse by the front door as you enter the bunker.

“Talk about it.” Dean agreed. “We haven’t had a hunt run that long in years.”

You, Sam, Dean, and Castiel were all hunting a werewolf in New York. Cas was new to being a hunter, so you guys decided to let him get the werewolf.

“It’ll do him good.” Dean had said in New York. He was wrong, since Cas was knocked out cold and the werewolf got free. You love Cas, he’s your boyfriend and he’s amazing and you were worried about him, but that really just annoyed you. Not because he messed up. But because that meant you had to stay even longer, trying to track the werewolf down again, before Sam finally killed it. You hadn’t been at the bunker in almost a month, and you’re ready to sleep in your own bed again.

“I’m going to sleep, I’m exhausted.” Sam yawned, and retreated to him room.

“Hey, Y/N, you wanna-“ Dean started, but the look you gave him made him not finish his sentence. Cas was still in the room with you guys, and he didn’t know about your little “secret”.

Ever since you and Dean had found that bag of weed last year on a hunt, you two had been smoking together. At first, it was merely just a one-time thing. You two had found the bag, and figured “why not?” Neither of you had smoked it since you were teenagers. But once you two realized that, hey, it’s actually pretty great, you’d been smoking it more often together. It was yours and Dean’s secret. No one knew about it, not even Sam, because of course Sam would disapprove. But it was the only thing that actually made you and Dean relax, which god knows you need relaxation in your life. Being a hunter is the most stressful job in the world.

“Yeah.” You say quickly, glancing over to Cas, who seemingly wasn’t even paying attention. He was looking at his phone oddly, probably trying to figure out how to use it. He’s very new to all these human things, and if you’re truthful, it’s pretty adorable.

“Hey, Cas, we’re going to bed. We… have things to take care of. You good to stay out here? Or just go ahead and go to Y/N’s room if you’re tired.” Dean asked Cas, raising his eyebrows.

“You two are going to bed together?” Cas asked, hurt seeping in his facial expressions.

“Not like that, God no.” You rushed out. “You know I love you. Only you. Not Dean.” You walked over to Cas, pressing your lips up against his. He immediately relaxes, his body no longer tense. You pull away after a moment, hoping that settles his worries.

“Damn, Y/N, I’m not that repulsive.” Dean dramatically puts his hand over his heart. “What I meant to say is that we have some stuff to take care of. Nothing serious. Don’t worry, Cas, she loves you and I can promise she aint cheating on you.”

“Well, okay. I trust you two.” Cas says, and then walks down the hallway, disappearing into your room.

“Really, Dean? ‘We’re going to bed?’” You give Dean a glare once you see Cas shut the door, unamused. “You couldn’t have worded that any better?”

“If you just told him, we wouldn’t have to be so secretive about this whole thing, it’s not my fault!” Dean whisper-yelled. “Okay, okay, you’re right.”

“Yeah, I know.” You rolled your eyes. You follow Dean to his room, shutting the door behind you. Dean pulls out the bag from underneath his bed. Joints were already rolled up, thankfully, because you aren’t that great at rolling it yourself. Dean, though, had skills like none other.

“You got a lighter?” You ask.

“Do I have a lighter,” Dean scoffed sarcastically, pulling a lighter out of his top dresser drawer. He hands it to you, and you light the joint up in your mouth, inhaling.

“Fuuuuck, I needed this.” You exhale, the smoke exiting your mouth. You instantly feel better, your insides lighter and you just feel happy.

You and Dean just sit there in his room for a while, laughing at the dumbest of things, just in general having fun. You’d try and tell him a story, losing your train of thought about half way through, making both of you crack up.

“We need some food.” Dean says after a while.

“Yes, oh god, do you have any cookies?” Your eyes widen, the thought of cookies making your mouth water.

“Oreos, baby.” Dean smiles. You grab on to his arm, walking out of the room. It’s been a few hours since you gone to his room in the first place, and you two figured that everyone would be asleep by now. It was clear to leave the room.

You’re standing in the middle of the kitchen while Dean was in the pantry getting the Oreos. You were starting to feel your high slightly wearing off (although still prominent) when you saw a familiar man in a trench coat walk down the hallway.

“Hey, baby!” You yell out, holding your arms open for him to hug you. “Come here!”

“Y/N?” Cas cocked his head to the side, an odd expression on his face. “Why are you acting like that?”

“I just want to love on my boyfriend, is that too much to ask?” You frown. He walks up to you, holding your face with his hand.

“Why are your eyes red? Why do you smell like that?” Cas was becoming worried, you could tell.

“Oh, relax old man. I was just having some fun, smoking some weed.” You didn’t even care that he knew. If you’re honest, he probably didn’t even know what weed was.

“What is weed?” Cas asked. “Is that what is making you act so, what’s the word you humans use… Giddy?”

“Weed is… Well it’s a plant you smoke.” You frown, unable to think of a better way to explain it. “Umm… I guess your dad made it? It makes you happy, and relaxed. And hungry.”

“I think I might like this ‘weed’ you are talking about.” Cas says. “Is that what you and Dean were doing?”

“Yeah. ‘M sorry I kept it from you. Didn’t know how you’d react.”

“You do not need to keep anything from me. I don’t care what plants you smoke.” Cas kissed your forehead.

“Do you want to try it?” You raise your eyebrows. “Smoking weed? We still have some.”

“I would like to try it, yes.” Cas responds. You walk over to the pantry, and see Dean peacefully asleep on the floor, a package of Oreos in his hand. You giggle, and walk back over to Cas.

“Come on.” You grab his hand, leading him to Dean’s room. You grab the bag and take out a joint, handing it to him. “We can do this in our room.”

You take him to your shared room, and sit down on the bed with him. You instruct him to put it in his mouth, you light it up for him.

“All you gotta do is inhale. Just don’t try and keep it in there for too long, you’re new to this so you’ll probably cough a lot.” You tell him.

“Do I smoke the whole thing?”

“No, we’ll share.” You smile, and he takes his first hit. As expected, he starts coughing, but he goes in for another one almost immediately.

“Slow down there, tiger.” You laugh.

“I don’t feel any different.” Cas frowns. “That was underwhelming.”

“Give it time.” You laugh, patting him on the back. After a few minutes, you can tell its hit him.

“This is fun. I like this.” Cas says after a while. “My father knew what he was doing when he created this. I am starting to enjoy the human life.”

“Be sure to thank him for me if you guys ever actually meet.” You take the joint from his fingers, taking your own hit now.

“Y/N?” Cas says with a questioning tone.

“Yes, Castiel?”

“I seem to have an erection.”

You almost choke on the air you’re breathing when you hear that. You love Cas to death, but goddamn is he so blunt about everything. You glance over to his lap, and sure enough, he has a hard on.

“Well, I mean, that can happen. Some people get horny when they smoke. It’s no big deal.” You shrug your shoulders.

“Should I watch porn?”

“Oh my god, Cas.” You laugh. While you and Cas have been dating for quite some time, you’ve never actually done it. You’ve had some make out sessions, sure. But every time you would go to have sex, someone would either walk in, or Cas would start being all nervous (he knew absolutely nothing about sex) and nothing ever came out of it.

For example, the first time you tried to initiate more than kissing, you had crawled onto his lap and started to grind onto him. Cas was extremely confused and was asking why you were “rubbing your clitoris onto his jeans.” …Dean and him had a long talk after that.

“Dean said that if I get an erection I should watch porn.” Cas frowned.

“You could. Or, you know, you have a very sexy girlfriend right next to you that can help you out.” You whispered into his ear. You could see him gulp, and the tent in his pants get bigger.

“I- I want to, but I just don’t… I only know what I’ve seen from porn.” Castiel admits. “There is many kinds of sex.”

“Yes, there is. You’re right. What do you want?” You position yourself so you’re sitting on his lap, his hardness pressing into your pants.

“I want you to ride me.”

You were slightly shocked by how he just openly stated what he wanted. He’s always been so shy about the topic of sex, always nervous if we even just get to second base.

Cas grabs your cheeks, pressing his lips into yours. He kisses you hungrily, all tongue and teeth, as you begin to unzip his pants. He lifts up his hips and you break the kiss so you can pull his jeans down, leaving him only in his boxers. You take off your own clothes, leaving you completely exposed.

“Fuck,” Cas hisses, and puts his hands on your waist to pull you closer to him. You grind your bare clit over his hard cock in his boxers, the mixture of your wetness and his pre cum surely ruining his boxers.

You reach your hand into his underwear, pulling out his length. You start to pump slowly, earning a low moan from Cas.

“This feels better than I ever imagined.” Cas moans, his head thrown back in pleasure. You giggle quietly, and bring your head down to him, swirling your tongue around the tip. You play with the tip for a few seconds before taking him all the way into your mouth.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Cas grabs your hair as you work on him. You’ve never heard him cuss like this before, only works like “ass” or “damn”, so you know you’re doing a good job.

He pulls your mouth off of him suddenly, and lust is filled in his eyes.

“I don’t want to cum in your mouth.” Cas explains, and he brings you on top of him.

“Are you ready?” You ask him before lining up your entrance with his cock. He nods, and you lower yourself down slowly.

“OH,” you moan out as he fills you up, hitting you deeper than you ever thought imaginable. You place your hands on the bed beside you and move your body up and down on Cas, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

Cas grabs your hips and helps you bounce up and down on him, only making the pleasure higher.

“Cas, oh my god, yes,” You basically yell, not even caring that you two weren’t the only ones in the bunker. They’re probably asleep anyways.

“Y/N,” He moans, bucking his hips upwards onto you. He flips you over to where he is on top now, and pounds into you at a fast pace. The both of you are close, you can feel it.

“Oh I’m going to cum.” You breathe out, your nails digging into Cas’ back. Just as you finish saying that, the familiar feeling of your orgasm hits, and you scream out in pleasure, yelling Castiel’s name. This brings Cas to his own orgasm, and you can feel the warm spurts of cum filling you up inside.

“Oh my god, that was.. That was indescribable.” You breathe out, Cas rolling off of you and lying to your side. He wraps his arms around you, bringing you into a sweet kiss.

“That was much better than porn.”

Stoned On You

A/N: Hiii. This is a collaboration with me and @minhosmeanhoe . We figured out  that we’re the same person with the same dirty mind and this was the outcome. This is the longest and most smut I’m sure either of us has ever written in our lives and I hope you guys love reading as much as we loved writing it ! The song that goes with this fic is Stoned On You by Jaymes Young

Warnings: smut; smoking (weed), drinking, mentions of violence, hair pulling; I’m sure there is more but idk rn

Word Count: 12,529

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Animals

Punk!Michael Imagine

Summary: He was everything your dad hated, everything you were never supposed to associate with. Though it’s something about the way his lips feel on your skin that create a longing you’ve never quite felt before. But when trouble ensues, as it usually does when you’re close with Michael, you’ll have to choose between the mysterious punk boy and the future you’ve worked so hard for. 

A/N: I’ve been writing this for the past week and it turned out way longer than I thought but you guys voted to have one long piece as opposed to two parts, so grab a snack and get comfy cos you’ll be here awhile…anyway I hope you enjoy:)

~Approx. 7.8k words~
~Warnings: Light smut, mentions of drugs, swearing~

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anonymous asked:

what is the positively hottest Larry smut you've read? If there are multiple fics that's fine too! Love, someone desperate for smoking hot smut x

Oh jeez, anon. That’s so hard because what’s hot to me might not be at all hot for you. Um..tell you what, I’ll give you a few I love and then if those don’t do it for you, come back and be a bit more specific about what you like (because I’ve read A LOT and quite a variety as well. LOL).

I’m going to assume you want more of a one shot or PWP, as opposed to a chaptered fic with great smut. So here are a variety of fics (in no particular order) that I find super hot:

Taste of a Poison Paradise by objectlesson ( @xabjectlessonsx on tumblr) 

I’ll Know My Name As It’s Called Again by pukeandcry (they don’t seem to be on tumblr)

got my eyes on you by @eleadore

The XXX Factor by @mediaville

feel you on my neck by Awriterwrites ( @a-writerwrites on tumblr)

down by sky_reid ( @captivekinqs on tumblr)

It’s My Pleasure To Introduce You by LoadedGunn ( @loaded-gunn on tumblr but I can’t tag them for some reason)

Another Day Gettin’ Into Trouble by whoknows ( @crazyupsetter on tumblr)

I think all of these authors have multiple fics I love, so it’s hard to choose just one from each, but LMK if any of these work for you! And, obviously, it’s not every great smut fic I could think of. 

If you like Larry along with someone else along for the ride, LMK. I have a few that I like. 😁


Edit: I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I woke up in the middle of the night and remembered The Red Ribbon from Awriterwrites which is much smuttier than the one from her that I linked above (although I love that one for different reasons). I felt it my duty to update you. LOL!

Cigarette Ashes

Pairing: Y/N/Calum

Rating: All

Request: Yes

Words: 1.500+

Summary: anonymous asked: write about calum coming home from a stressful day at the studio and he takes out a cigarette

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Vapor Captivation

*** Author Note***

Ok! So this is a little something I wrote for Kinktober. Since I may not be able to do every day, I’m just going to write kinks I can think of when I have time. This one is with G and a nongender reader involving a smoking kink, as well as a bit of admiration and intrigue. I wanted to explore more with how G smokes and meeting him for the first time. Enjoy!

***End Note***

Begrudgingly you dragged yourself out of bed, wishing you could hit the snooze button a seventh time. A small shiver danced down your spine as your feet hit the cool floor and you groaned, “Ugh, gotta remember to set the thermostat again…” You quickly pad across the room and open your dresser, grabbing some jeans and a t-shirt. The brisk morning air made the warmth of your bed all the more painfully sweet, but you were determined to start the day off right…

With a steaming hot shower!

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Morning Blaze

Mamoru x MC
Kissed by the Baddest Bidder
Masterpost
Request


Morning smokes became so common for us as we would gaze at the beautiful sun illuminated sky. My husband and I always enjoyed a good smoke but, whenever we would do it together things would turn a little sensual.

He would wrap his arms around my waist, blowing the cloud of smoke pass my face. I lace my fingers within his, feeling his lips make their way down my neck, he runs his tongue along my earlobe causing me to shudder at the sensation.

“Mmmmm… Mamo…” I would moan his name as he turns my face towards his, kissing me while blowing a little smoke into my mouth. We both exhale at the same time and I giggle a little as he just smirks, turning his attention back towards the morning sky.

I always loved lazily mornings like this, especially when he was able to enjoy it with me. We both decided on watching the sun rise before I made us breakfast to start our day. I had the evening shift to deal with while he had to be to work in a couple of hours. I honestly didn’t want him to go but, of course, he had to.

The breeze continued to blow, feeling his gaze on me.

I’d been so stressed out lately with dealing with all the other bidders and especially with Erika, that I needed a way to de-stress and with everything that Mamoru goes through at the office, I know that he needed it more than I did.

“Ya know sweetheart… This isn’t bad…” I hear him slightly whisper as if he didn’t want me to hear him. I turn to him and smile, pulling his face into mine as my lips grazed his. He still held me from behind and I ran my fingertips along his jawline. He smiled at me, his eyes having a little spark in them due to the light from the morning sky.

“You’re not so bad either,” I pause a second before continuing with what I was going to say, “old man…”

He hears me snicker, turning me around and forcing me to look him in his eyes.

“Who are you calling old man… Old maid,” He growls, pulling my face back into his as he roughly kisses me, pushing his tongue into mine, intertwining with one another as our tongues fought to be the dominant one. I moan in the kiss, grabbing the side of his face as I feel tears form in the corner of my eyes but, that’s when he finally let’s go.

“I’ll show you who the old man is.”

Mamoru takes the cigarette from me and placing it back into his mouth as he glides his fingers across my [s/c] skin causing me to shudder, my eyes closed as I let the sensation take over my body. My body was extra sensitive this morning– more sensitive than it’s ever been so even the slightest touch made me weak at the knees.

His hand snakes it’s way up my thigh as I felt his bulge growing bigger in his pajama bottoms. I let out a light moan, his fingers moving my underwear to the side and feeling his slender fingers, roughly brush against my clit, circling around it as he starts to nibble on my earlobe.

I’ve never been this wet before and the thought of getting caught by someone walking around below us or even by one of our neighbors, excited the hell out of me and I think he noticed it too.

He puts out the cigarette before licking the side of my neck, my breathing becoming irregular as his fingers thrust inside of me and I try to suppress my moan but before I could, he covers my mouth.

I whimper a little, feeling him remove his fingers as he continued to play around my clit, whispering in my ear and nibbling at me. He pulls back before turning me back around and bending me over.

“Ahhh Uhh Mamo–” I moaned as he thrusts himself inside of me. He moved his hips in a circular motion, pulling me upward– my back touching his bare chest. He still had a hand over my mouth as he brings his other hand down, rubbing around my clit. My legs began to buck and He continued to slowly inch himself inside of me.

Mamoru slowly picks up the pace, turning my head toward him as he begins kissing me. I reach back, grabbing ahold of the back of his neck, whimpering into the kiss as he smirks.

He finds my sweet spot, bending me over the railing, continuing to fuck me senseless.

“S-Shit… Right there Mamo–” I almost scream and he pulls me away from the railing. He pulls out and turns me around to pick me up and carry me into the living room. He sits me on his lap, lighting up another cigarette as he took a puff of before handing it to me and kissing me.

He ran his fingers along my side as I cupped his face, kissing him deeper as we both exhaled at the same time, the cloud of smoke disintegrating in the air.

At that point, he was slowly inching himself back inside of me, causing me to gasp at the feeling. I start to move my hips as I hear him groan in my ear, shuddering at the feel of his length deep inside me.

I take one last puff of the cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray. I held on to the smoke but, one thrust movement he made caused me to gasp, releasing the smoke in the air.

“Mmmmn…” I throw my head back, feeling him plant kisses on my breast and running his tongue around my nipple. My walls start to pulsate around him as he throws his head back against the couch, groaning and pulling me closer.

“Shit (Y/N)…” He grunts and I moan louder into his ear. I find my release but, before he could get his, I climb off his lap and move down to my knees. I take his length, rubbing my hand around out as I lowered my mouth onto it. I hear Mamoru gasp before letting out a loud groan. I felt his hand pull my head down more, taking in most of his length as I continued to bob my head. Running my tongue along the vein that ran underneath his length, his grip tighten within my hair causing me to groan on it, the vibration making him shudder.

I continued to move my head in a circular motion and bobbed my head slightly.

“(Y/N)… F-Fuck… I’m about to cum…” I hear him groan as I continued to jerk him off. Within seconds he spills his seed around my hand and I look up to see him panting slightly, his hair completely disheveled.

“Damn sweetheart…” He mumbles, pulling me up to sit in his lap as he kissed me tenderly, wrapping his arm around my waist.

“We have to get ready for work…” I tell him and he just groans before picking me up and carrying me to our bedroom.

“We can’t go to work dirty now can we?” Mamoru says, and I smirk at him, taking him by the hand and leading him to our bathroom as we spent a couple of more hours ‘getting ready’.

Beautiful, Dirty, Rich

Zayn/Louis, Smut, 4k+

Louis shrugs, then as if it’s the simplest answer in the world, mumbles, “You said you were bored.”

Zayn’s heart melts. He’s got the sweetest boy in the world, hands down. He’s so thankful. “And they just let you in for that?”

This time, Louis grimaces while his head floats back and forth questionably. “They let me in because I’m Zayn Malik’s husband who had to come a little late due to work issues, which I’m terribly sorry for.”

Zayn can’t help but give that a laugh with a fond shake of his head. “You’re such a fuck.”

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A Friend Of A Friend, These Strangers At The Party Never Paid

summary: “I left phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but I still don’t know who you are” AU

words: 12.7k

warnings: smut, mentions of smoking, alcohol/being drunk, lack of imagination as far as fic titles are concerned

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Can you believe this was meant to be 3k?? I honeslty don’t know what happened there. all I know is that I have five exams in less than three weeks that I should be revising for and instead did this. yikes I hope this was worth it. (also pray4me that I don’t fail everything) x

Also on the topic of exams the actual reason I wrote this now was bc I’m kinda not gonna be writing for a while because of Lovely responsibilities and school stuff and revision so I’m gonna leave yall with this before I’m off Working and doing fun stuff that adults do.

I hope this is ok!!

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Dan’s halfway through skipping History when he does it.

He doesn’t know why he did it – he really doesn’t, he was just kind of bored one afternoon and happened to be carrying a Sharpie and hey, it’d just be a laugh, right? In a school like this, what’s the worst that could come out of leaving his phone number on a cubicle wall?

His pen squeaks across the pale blue paint, already tainted with curse words and penis drawings and tipp-ex and “Call _____ for a good time ;)”. He supposes the caretakers have given up with trying to cover up the graffiti – there are still thin layers of paint and chipped plaster coating every inch of the stall walls, at least showing attempted coverage, but people had just written over them, scribbles of song lyrics and “never got caught” tattooing every inch of the previously blank walls. No amount of assemblies or threats of “whoever did this-“, inserts picture of something someone had written about the Maths teacher on the hall projector, “is seriously going to pay” from the head teacher had ever stopped anyone, so, really, what does Dan have to lose? Sure, they could trace the phone number, but that doesn’t prove anything – he could just as easily throw on the ‘innocent’ act and say it was his friend.

07843983276, he writes. He doesn’t sign it off with any comment, nor kisses, not even a smiley face let alone a winking one. He just leaves it there, in a kind-of conspicuous place just above eye-level on the right hand side of the door, eleven digits amidst many others.

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anonymous asked:

Negan x reader smoking pot + smut

A/N: First Negan smut. Yay. As a side note I’ve never smoked weed and I’m only really familiar with the British terms so I have tried to Americanise it as best I could. 

18+ only

Word Count: 1935

Warnings: Smut, drug usage, Negan’s language.


“And what the fuckety fuck do we have here then?” 

Shit. 

Negan,” you choked out, literally, smoke billowing from your mouth.

“Hello sweetheart,” he said with a wolfish grin, his eyes glinting in the moonlight as he came to stand directly in front of you. 

“I- uh-” Fuck. How the fuck did you explain this to your boss that last week you’d found a hefty stash of pot when out on a run and somehow failed to hand it in?

“Whatcha smokin’ angel face?” he asked, that shit eating grin still spread across his smug face.

You were only a few tokes in, enough so that you weren’t scared like you should be but not enough to blatantly lie Negan’s face. 

“I think you know what I’m smoking,” you retorted, eyes flicking to the joint held loosely between your fingers.

“And where the fuck did you get that Y/N?” He was still smiling but his voice had lost that melodic tone that was there just a few moments before.

Okay, now you were starting to get scared. Stealing was not something that was taken lightly when it came to Negan, he ran a strict set of rules, rules that weren’t to be broken.

A leather clad hand came up to grip your jaw, not enough for it to be painful but enough to send across a message that he was no longer playing.

“I asked you a fuckin’ question doll,” he snarled, his dark orbs boring into yours. 

“G-got it on my last run, found it under the back seat of a car,” you stuttered out, not even realising you had now dropped the joint that was previously in your hand.

Negan nodded, his hand releasing your jaw and instead grasping your wrist, dragging you back into Sanctuary, Lucille looking awfully foreboding as he swung it back and forth. 

“Negan-” you gasped, trying to keep up as he wrenched you up the stairs. “Shit- Negan- I’m sorry!” 

Negan ignored you, continuing upwards until you reached his quarters, confusion suddenly coming over you.

“Wait what?” you asked as he pushed you into his room, slamming the door loudly behind him.

“Now Y/N,” he began, his voice deep and stern. “You know how shit works around here don’t you?” he asked as he circled in front of you.

You nodded quickly, eyes trained on the bat he was swivelling in his grip. 

“Then you know that stealin’ shit is not fuckin’ cool!” he bellowed making you flinch a little. 

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