the short hair is killing me

The Reason I Don’t Do Cold Readings Anymore…

by reddit user Skarjo

I don’t do ‘Cold Readings’ anymore. I don’t tell fortunes. I don’t read tea leaves.

And I do not do contact ‘the other side’.

Look, don’t judge me alright? It was an easy gig. I mean, the first time I did it, it was a joke. I did it just to impress a girl. You’ve been there right? It was something I’d read about online and I thought I’d give it a go.

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Ok as much as I love long hair Hanzo headcanons I’m more interested in the fact that Hanzo’s hair is actually short now compared to its length in youth

It sticks right out on the back and sides there, showing it wasn’t cut normally, probably just roughly with a knife, compared to his young skin and his hair there.

 Which makes me think of how he probably cut it all right off after killing Genji because he took it as his greatest dishonor 

His || Jungkook || 0.8

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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I finally finished it! Fam kept asking me to hang out so it’s taking quite a while. Bayonetta’s outfit killed me. Below is before I put the textures.

A few thoughts on why I wanted to draw them together:

  • They are developed by the same developer (Platinum Games).
  • 2B’s animation is graceful while Bayonetta’s sexy. The animations look so good on slow mo. 

  • They both have short hair & beauty mark at almost at the same place. 

  • Lastly… they have gorgeous legs (I want dem legs too). 
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Mercer’s Magnificent Mane™ appreciation post

Requested by ~Anon~

The signs as quotes from my friends

Aries: (about a fish) so deez nuts finally died!

Taurus: y'all'dve know better that that

Gemini: I’m not even going to remember today, just tell me what I did tomorrow.

Cancer: I’m just a hoe, leave me alone.

Leo: drawing cat girls doesn’t make me a furry, fuck you.

virgo: I’ve got shorts on under my dress and I’m ready to kill a man

Libra: i’m always a slut for food.

Scorpio: (about a spider the floor) notice me senpai…

Sagittarius: horse milk.

Capricorn: people just keep giving me drugs today,

Aquarius: (stroking their friends hair) you’re going to die alone y'know.

Pisces: (very softly) I just… Love squid so much…. I hope they know how much i love them, god.

*edited cause I forgot virgo

“I played in Fluminense with Caio (brother of Clarice and best friend of Marcelo) I was captain and super guy, you know. I wanted to win his sister’s heart and I always told him I would do anything for him. So before one of the major matches he said that maybe I should have blonde hair. And I had very short hair! - he said. Finally his hair was dyed by Clarice, who remembers that Marcelo was very submissive and agreed to everything. - Short time and blond hair! But there was one problem because my father unexpectedly appeared at the match. I saw him and with one gesture he showed me that he would kill me! He was screaming that I should leave the court and do something with those hair! He was angry, but I did it for Clarice.”

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Request: happy v-day!! could you do a fred x reader imagine where the reader is harrys older sister so she’s also a target for voldemort and fred and george are assigned by the order to keep them safe at school and angst and fluff? ily thanks!! (btw I luv ur blog as well!

alright!! I’m so sorry it’s been a week I’ve had SO MUCH WORK TO DO AH!! thursday is mardi gras break and I’m going skiing with my bff for all 10 days of it but i will try to start on my other requests and do some ships!! please be patient I'm trying my best :) !


“-she needs someone to watch her!”

“Now, Harry, your sister can take care of herself,” Sirius was attempting to calm your bother.

“You know what,” Fred interjected, “I agree with Harry! Y/n is just as valuable to You-Know-Who as Harry is! We all know if he gets a hold of her Harry would be going to save her before anyone could even say ‘Dumbledore’s underwear!’”

You stood up angrily, “Don’t I get a say in this?!”

Sirius, Tonks, Remus, Arthur, Molly, Hermione, Fred, George, Harry, Ginny, Snape, and Ron all turned to look at you and the room fell silent.

“Like Sirius said,” you began slowly, Sirius winking at you when you said his name, “I can very well take care of myself, thank you. And I’m not going to let some noseless arsehole get in the way of my education!”

“I have to agree with you about that, y/n,” Hermione said with a slight chuckle, “but maybe it would be better if there was someone who might keep a look out. Two pairs of eyes are better than one, aren’t they?”

You sighed and sat down, your best friend was always right, wasn’t she?

“Look y/n,” your little brother began, “I just can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me, especially you.”

“Harry,” you looked up at him, “I’m the one that’s supposed to be looking after you! Bloody hell, your my little brother!”

“I know but-”

“What if Fred and I just watched out while we were at school together?” George proposed.

“Yeah,” Fred added, “We could keep Harry and the Order updated on anything suspicious at Hogwarts and watch out for y/n. We always hang out together anyways.”

You looked at Harry for his response.

“Okay,” he said, looking relieved.

Fred and George smirked at each other before walking towards you. You groaned.

“Oh, now, now, y/n,” Fred ‘comforted’ you.

“Don’t be so blue,” George grabbed your shoulders.

“Think of all the fun you’ll have with your babysitters!”

“Oh, no no no,” you shook your head, sliding out of George’s grip to face the twins, “This,” you pointed back and forth between them and you, “is not a babysitting gig. You are simply there to make sure I don’t die. Got it?”

“Oh, yeah,” they nodded in mock seriousness and then grinned at one another.


“Shit!” You cursed as your books flew out of your arms onto the ground. The back of your head felt like it was about to make contact wit the stairs when you felt strong arms wrap around you and lift you up. 

You opened your eyes to see the one and only, Fred Weasley.

“Ugh, Weasley, what are you doing,” you shoved him off, going to get your books. 

For the past week and a half, every time anything, anything at all, happened, Fred and George were there to swoop in and save the day (more Fred than George).

Forgot your Charms homework? Fred has it right here.

Wiping your mouth after eating cereal? Why would you when George is here?

Doing you hair for the day? Your very own personal stylist Fred Weasley is ready to make you the envy of every single girl at Hogwarts. 

Brushing your teeth? Nonsense! Fred will take care of it!

Honestly, it was getting very annoying. 

“What?” Fred said, almost amused, it seemed, “it is our job to take care of you.”

“I’m not a child, though,” you shot back.

Normally you would do anything to have your crush, Fred, at your beck and call, but it was so over the top and irritating! 

“I know, I know,” he assured you, “but Harry would kill us if his sister was forced to walk to Potions all alone,” he added a mischievous wink.

You rolled your eyes, unable to help yourself from blushing, “Whatever.”

You were just about to enter the Potions room when Fred pulled you aside and into a small room off the side of the hall.

“Fred! What the f-”

“Shhhh!” he put a hand over your mouth. 

Fred pulled out of his pocket an extendable ear, a new gadget he and George were working on for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. 

“Listen,” he whispered as you watched the ear slide under the door and presumably to Snape’s room.

“-you may kill the girl, but Harry Potter is for me,” your heart stopped at the chilling voice.

“Yes, my lord,” Snape’s dull voice responded.

“Is that….” you began.

Fred nodded in response.

“However,” Snape began, “We could use her as leverage, who knows the lengths Harry Potter would go to to save his… poor sister.”

“Very intriguing, Severus. Tell me-”

Fred had dragged you out of the closet and through the halls and you had’t even noticed. Pretty soon you were sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor Common room with Fred pacing in front of you.

“We have to tell the Order right away. I mean, Snape? Severus Snape? I knew he was an arsehole but honestly! I mean-” Fred looked at you and sighed, sitting next to you, “Are you okay?”

You sat for a moment and then gave a short laugh, “No I’m not okay! I just listened to the person who killed my parents practically plan my murder!”

“Hey it’s-”

“No!” you shouted, getting up, “Don’t you dare say it’s okay because we all now it’s not! My life means nothing to them, and they will come and get me and you know Harry will be the first to try and save me and it’ll be my fault if He succeeds!” 

You were talking so fast you had run out of breath. You took a shaky breath and ran your fingers through your hair. 

Fred pulled you into a hug. 

“You know,” he whispered, “If anything happened I don’t think Harry would be the first to go after you.”

“No?” You questioned.

“It would be me.”

You closed the space in between your faces and kissed.

After a moment you pulled apart. 

“We won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”

“Okay.”

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Summary: Based on this request by @diving-down-to-wonderland

Hey doll :) I wanted to ask for an imagine where you’re Buck’s girlfriend but are also a bit shy. One time you visit him after work (you work at a Little cafe) and surprise him in his Apartment in the Tower just as he Comes out of the shower. You’re flustered at first and turn around but he Comes and hugs you. Then you tell him you’re finally ready to lose your virginity to him and he’s all gentle that night and later you cuddle :) and also something with his metal arm if you like hihi Thanks❤️❤

Bucky x reader. FLUFF/MODERATE SMUT. Word count: 1,749

TW: sex

A/N: Sorry this request took so long to finish, but I hope you enjoy it!!!

Your name: submit What is this?

“Y/N, are you alright? You’ve been staring at the same spot on the wall for the last fifteen minutes,” asked your coworker Megan as you leaned on the counter by the espresso machine with a blank stare on your face.

”Oh, sorry Megan, I was just thinking. Slow night tonight, huh?”

“Yeah. You were thinking about Bucky, weren’t you? I can tell by that silly look in your eyes.”

“That obvious, huh? I just haven’t gotten to see him much lately with work and all. These evening shifts are killing me,” you explained.

“Look, it’s quiet in here anyway—just go see him! I’ll cover for you,” said Megan as she motioned to the back door. You smiled and took off your barista apron, hanging it on the hook by the door.

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anonymous asked:

(1) hi im a lesbian and this is probably ridiculous but... i dress more "masculine" and have short hair so i always thought i was a butch lesbian and i felt fine like thats where i fit. but lately ive just had a major self esteem drop. i read this book and the way it talked about butch lesbians was awful. saying they're just like men or that they're ugly and stupid. like is that what people think when they see me? i hear what people say at school about the girls with short hair and it kills me.

(2) it makes me feel so shitty about myself and i feel like nobody will ever love me if i look this way so i should try looking more feminine. i know i worry far too much about what others think but i cant help it. sorry if this makes no sense

oh, anon, i’m so, so sorry. that sounds like a really horrible book, and my heart hurts for you & the things it told you. you look amazing; butchness is amazing; your comfort and confidence are amazing; you are participating in a long, beautiful history of butch lesbians & butch lesbianism, which is multifaceted and wonderful and an integral part of lesbian culture. for example (this is american-centric, for which i apologize; i live in america and most of my knowledge of lgbt culture comes from home, although i am working to expand my horizons as best as possible):

mannish women, as they were known in the early 20th century, were one of the first visible expressions of gay female sexuality in america. they absolutely fascinated the public. powerful, confident, commanding attention and respect, they won the hearts of their feminine girlfriends and caused many to marvel. blues singers during the harlem renaissance were at the forefront of this trend; they electrified audiences with their bulldagger flair and their lyrics, which often proudly declared their love for women.

“It seems I was born different. At least, I always thought so… From the time I can remember anything, I never wanted a man to touch me… Soon I began to feel more comfortable in boy’s clothes than in dresses.” — gladys bentley in an article for ebony magazine

mannish women were so common that songs were sung about them specifically (bd in these lyrics from the lucille bogan song “bd woman’s blues” stands for bulldagger, a specifically black term for a mannish lesbian):

B.D. women, they all done learnt their plan
They can lay their jive just like a natural man

during world war two, butch lesbians were a massively important part of the war effort. lesbians flocked to the women’s auxiliary army corps for many reasons, primary among them the fact that they provided an easy space to live among hundreds of women. butches found happy, fulfilling work and greater freedom of expression in jobs as grease monkeys, truck drivers, and welders.

the idea of butchness was firmly entrenched in the public consciousness by the 1970s, so well-known (and loved by the lesbian community) that many lesbians wore it with the utmost pride or poked fun at the prominence of the label.

shortly thereafter, the aids epidemic struck the world. there are countless stories of lesbians’ invaluable contributions to the relief effort. they worked as nurses, as warriors, as caretakers, as friends. many, of course, were butch.

and, today as much as always, butch lesbians are present, thriving, and absolutely incredible. like stephanie and julie, who were happily married at the san francisco zoo:

or alison bechdel, widely successful cartoonist and recipient of a macarthur genius grant (mom!) (there’s also a gorgeous song in the musical based on her memoir sung by a young version of alison bechdel about the time she saw a butch lesbian in a diner and was absolutely awestruck by how beautiful she was and the recognition and happiness that moment inspired):

and the absolute entirety of meg allen’s photo project, named butch.

your self-esteem drop isn’t ridiculous and it isn’t your fault. it’s the product of a society that expects women to be a single way and hates — absolutely hates — when they don’t fit perfectly into that predetermined box. as a butch lesbian, you overflow in more ways than one, and society isn’t happy about that. unfortunately for society, it’s going to have to suck it up and deal.

because you are amazing. again: you are amazing. you are existing as your genuine self and in a way that brings you comfort and happiness and you are confounding the expectations of everyone who would seek to restrict you as you do. you are the present continuation of a long, rich, complicated, beautiful history of lesbians who defy gender norms. it is yours, and it looks good on you.

butch lesbians aren’t ugly or worthless. they’re strong, brave, handsome or beautiful (depending on which term they prefer), loving, and good. you are all of these things, i promise. there will always be people who disagree, but they are nothing compared to the truth of who you are. people will love you and look up to you; i know that i personally feel a little jump of excitement and adoration whenever i see another butch on the street, a thrill of joy that we are here with a healthy dose of oh god she’s cute. all wrapped up in warm, overpowering pride. that’s your inheritance, and that’s your legacy.

be proud. you are something so good that you scare them. anyone who is worth anything will see you for the person you are. you will be loved, you are loved, you are loved. i wish you well. ♡♡♡♡♡

Seeing Double

He’s being ridiculous, he tells himself.

It’s sentiment, nothing more, and it’s playing with his senses. Knocking him off balance- Which is a thing not to be borne.

After all, the likeness isn’t particularly striking, once the body’s turned over.

And if the hands are the same size, the nails cut to the same degree of shortness, then what of it? If the hair is of a similar colour and style as that she favours, that’s still no excuse for this ridiculous, insipid… mawkishness which is scratching at his rib-cage. His chest. His heart.

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BOOKS READ IN 2017: THE SUMMER PALACE (C.S. PACAT)

Laurent plucked a white flower from the low-hanging branches, and lifted his hand to tuck it into Damen’s hair, as if Damen were a youth from the village.

‘Are you courting me?’ said Damen.

He felt foolish with happiness. He knew courtship was new to Laurent, didn’t know why it felt so new to himself.

‘I haven’t done this before,’ said Laurent.

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Description: Sometimes the guys can’t keep secrets. Sometimes that’s okay.

Genre: Fluff, High School! AU

Pairing: Oh Sehun x reader

Word Count: 2,779

Originally posted by luedeer


I’d been here at Baekhyun’s house for two hours, listening to the guys drone on and on about lame guy stuff. I didn’t quite know what they were talking about right now. I had tuned them all out awhile ago. It was me and four of the guys: Jongin, Chanyeol, Baek, and Kyungsoo. I loved them, but not enough to listen to them talk about… sports?

“But yo, when are tryouts?” I heard Chanyeol ask to no one in particular. Baekhyun answered almost immediately. “Next Thursday, but you have to have an updated physical and gear.” Chanyeol groaned. “That’s not even the best part. The gear has to be brand new. Literally fresh off the shelves and directly to the field or you practically won’t be allowed to tryout.” Baek’s statement made Chan groan louder. “Ugh, I hate tryout season. Like honestly, what’s wrong with the gear we already have? I literally replaced all my equipment last season. More importantly, what if we don’t even make the team. Then we have all this spanky new gear for nothing!” He ranted.

Kyungsoo spoke next. He didn’t speak often when they had conversations like this, but when he did it was good. “You suck at baseball, so you’re the only one that has to worry about that.” This made all the guys erupt into laughter, and even I broke out into a small giggle. Chan’s face turned red, partly from embarrassment. “Aye, leave him alone. At least he can make it to tryouts Mr.I’m-too-scared-to-tryout-for-basketball-so-I’m-just-gonna-hideout-in-the-library.” Kyungsoo gave Jongin a death glare. “That’s not what happened you doof. I had a stupid research paper to finish and the coaches made me go to the library to work on it.” Jongin cowered as Kyungsoo spoke. I didn’t know why though. Jongin was the only one that could get away with saying stuff like that it him. It was obvious that he had a soft spot for him. “Yeah, leave him alone guys. Besides, even if he could try out, he’s too short to make a basket.” Kyungsoo didn’t hesitate to jerk on a strand of Baekhyun’s hair as the guys burst into another bout of laughter. The digs the guys got on Kyungsoo was what usually got them the most riled up, mainly because it didn’t happen often seeing as how nobody wanted to get killed by one of his death stares.

I honestly couldn’t stand listening to them go on. “Can you guys not be so boring? I’m practically falling asleep.” All the guys looked at me with playful annoyance. “Did we ask you to speak?” Baekhyun asked, mocking a face of disgust. “Cause I don’t recall.”

“Aye, I don’t recall asking for permission to speak, not that I’d let any of you losers to grant me that right.”

The guys all let out in a chorus of “Ooooo.” Chanyeol was next to speak.“So sassy.” Baekhyun mumbled something under his breath right after him. I didn’t quite catch it all, but I caught some of it. “No wonder… on you…”

“Would you like to say that again Baek? Maybe a little louder?” I said, mocking a stern tone we’d all heard Baekhyun’s mother use with him. He was quite the sassafrass. He was constantly getting in trouble with his parents because he couldn’t stop himself from saying something sarcastic or snarky. He rolled eyes. “I SAID, NO WONDER OUR SASSY MAKNAE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU!” He shouted even though we were all barely two feet away from each other. “Smartass.” I huffed crossing my arms. The guys got back into their previous conversation. I snatched my phone up from its place on the table behind us. I started mindlessly scrolling through social media. I wasn’t looking at anything in particular, I just wanted something to prevent me from going completely insane while the guys talked about… hockey?

I grabbed one of the cups off the table, and took a big gulp of the fizzy soda. No wonder our sassy maknae likes you. Baekhyun’s words from earlier popped back into my mind causing me to spit my drink out. It flew from my mouth and straight from my nostrils too. “Eww Y/n, what the fuck?” Chanyeol squealed. For someone so manly, he sure did squeal and scream alot. “sEHUN LIKES ME?!?!” Chanyeol nodded. He and Jongin started wiping the soda off the table, Baekhyun was drying himself off, and Kyungsoo had moved to the other side of the room. He’d just barely avoided getting soda spit on him because he had gotten up to fix himself more drink at the same time soda was spewing from my nose.

“He’s had feelings for you since like practically day one.” Jongin said just as he finished wiping off the table. “Yeah.” Baekhyun agreed. “It’s so obvious too. He’s always drooling over you when we’re all together.” My jaw dropped. There was no way in hell, Sehun, of all people, liked me. I had a major crush on him, and the universe was never ever kind enough to let your crush reciprocate feelings. I got a rag from the laundry room, wet it, and made sure the table was clean. Once I was done, I threw the rag back at Baekhyun for him to put it where it goes. Anytime any of us tried to help him straighten up the place he got upset.

“You guys can’t be serious.” I said. The guys loved to joke around, so I wholeheartedly believed this was another one of their pranks. “You should see the way he looks at you.” Kyungsoo stated, making his way back to the table once he was sure it was clean. “And when you’re not around, we can never get him to shut up about you. Y/n, this. Y/n, that. Makes me wanna slap the kid sometimes.” Jongin added. Something in me still didn’t quite believe them, but regardless I spilled my own feelings to them. “Well, I sorta maybe have feelings for him too.” I whispered, covering my face as soon as the words had left my lips.

“OH MY GOD! WE CAN SET YOU TWO UP!” Baekhyun screamed, jumping up and down in the process. Matchmaker, one of his favorite things to do. “No! He doesn’t know.” I said, feeling my face heat up. I knew exactly how the guys were, now that we were on this topic it would be awhile before we were on to something else. “You didn’t know how he felt about you, but look at you now.” Chanyeol said, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders as if this wasn’t sort of big deal. “Bye Yeollie, that’s different.” I whined, I was way too chicken to tell Sehun about my tiny, huge, crush on him. “Honestly, I’m content with him never knowing.” Before I had the chance to say anything else, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text from Jongdae.

From Dae: Okay but like dont hate me

From Dae: butttttttttttttttttt

From Dae: Something may or may not have slipped…

“I say you just waltz up to him and tell him how you feel.” Jongin suggested from his seat across from me at the table. “Jongin, that’s lame.” I said, quickly replying to the ominous text message I’d just received.

To Dae: Explain

“Or you could have one of us tell him, like me for example?” Baekhyun said, I was looking at him, but I could tell he was wearing the biggest grin of his life. “You only want to do it because you like being in other people’s business.” His first reply was a scoff. “Not true, I enjoy being kind and helping others around me.”

From Dae: SOOOO likeeeee

From Dae: I love you Y/n, you know that right??

I was starting to get impatient. What had he done this time? “Text him.” “Call him.” “Meet up with him. “Send him a letter.” “Send him an email.” “Send him a snapchat.” “Post in on Instagram.” “Slide in his DM’s.” The guys just starting shouting out suggestions. I couldn’t help but giggle as some of the options started to get ridiculous.

From Dae: Hunnie knows you like him

From Dae: dont kill me pls

I screamed as I typed out my reply. Jongdae was one of the first, and for a while the only, people to know about my crush on Sehun. The other was Yixing.

To Dae: HWO DOES SOEMTHIN LIKE THAT JUSST SLIP?!?!???!!??! >

To Dae: UGH im so gonna punch you next time I see you

To Dae: ur such a punk, i hate you

I didn’t notice, but the guys, all except for Baekhyun who moved to the other room to take a phone call, had moved behind me to peek over my shoulder. They were reading my messages. “Whelp, looks like you don’t even gotta worry about telling him now.” Chanyeol laughed, ruffling my hair, something he knew I hated with a passion. I punched his shoulder for revenge. “Leave me alone you crusty heathen.” I said, pushing the red haired giant away from me. He stumbled, and hit his side on the kitchen counter. I could tell the blow to his hip hurt, Chanyeol burst into a fit of giggles. He was so odd.

“Hey guys,” Baekhyun said. He tossed his phone back on the table, where it was pre-phone call. “Sehun and the others are coming over. Also what do you guys want to eat.” The four shouted food suggestions at Baekhyun. I didn’t understand how he understood all the clamour, but I was more focused on the fact that Sehun would be here any minute

From Dae: i luv you tho :’(

From Dae: Also we’re coming to Baek’s

Hearing the fact again made me scream.

To Dae: I KNOW

I pretty much continued screaming even though about thirty minutes had passed. I screamed even more when I heard a knock on the door. Luckily it only turned out to be the pizza we had ordered. We were supposed to wait for everyone to get here, but I was so anxious it was making me hungry. I ended up scarfing down close to a whole pizza by myself.

We always get like five orders of breadsticks, and I ate about one and a half of those. They weren’t even that good, but I was so nervous to see Sehun I couldn’t stop myself. I actually began pacing around the room as we awaited the other guys’ arrival. I was shook beyond belief. How was he gonna react? What was he gonna say? Was he even going to talk to me? Was everything going to be awkward the rest of the night? I didn’t know what to do, so when another knock came to the door I ended up screaming once more and hiding in Baekhyun’s room. I could hear Chanyeol laugh at me as I did so, but I didn’t care.

To Dae: Meet me in Baekhyun’s room ASAP

I assumed he got my message when about ten minutes later I heard a knock on the door. I had locked it just in case. “Open up!” He shouted through the door. I hurriedly unlocked it and went back to pacing. “Jongdae, I can barely breathe!” I uttered, my nerves causing my hands to start shaking. “Is that so?” I expected to hear Jongdae’s voice, but instead I was met with that of Sehun’s much deeper one. “WHY ARE YOU HERE?!?!?!” I screamed for the umpteenth time today. “The guys pushed me in here and said they wouldn’t let me out until we talked, so here I am.” I didn’t know what to do or say. Literally the only thing I could think to do was scream. But that was off the table considering I didn’t think the guys wanted to hear me do that again.

le boyz gc: I hate all of you

Eventually Sehun broke the silence which was different seeing as how besides Kyungsoo, he was the quietest out of all the guys.

“How long have you liked me?”

I almost choked because of his boldness. I mean leave it to Sehun to get straight to the point. “What do you mean?” I laughed nervously. “I’ve never liked you.” I’ve liked you since middle school.

“Don’t lie to me.” He said casually, moving from leaning against the bedroom door to sitting on Baekhyun’s bed. “Jongdae told me you’ve had a crush on me for a while now.” I mentally cursed Jongdae. Remind me not to tell any of the guys if I ever develop a crush on literally ANYONE EVER AGAIN!

.“For the record, I’ve liked you since that first time we all hung out at Chanyeol’s place.” I tried thinking back to the first time we ever went to Chan’s house. It was quite hard to manage seeing as how we’re always either at his or Baekhyun’s house. “What’s so special about us hanging out that one time?” I asked, trying to avert from the subject of me liking him. “I don’t know really.” He started. He stopped looking at me, and focused all his attention on his twiddling thumbs. “Just something about you struck out to me. It made me what to get to know you better.” “Are you glad you did?” I asked in a small voice. Sehun nodded vigorously. “It was the best decision I ever made to be honest.”

I could feel a warmth course through my body at his words. Now I have to tell him. I took a deep breath and finally spilled the truth. “I’ve had a crush on you since before high school. And ever since then just the thought of you makes me happy beyond belief.” I puffed, still not wanting to admit my true feelings for him. I looked over at Sehun. His entire face was lit up in result of what I’d told him. But he went for beaming to smirking in two seconds flat. He sat up off the bed, and stood about a foot away from me. “See how easy that was.” I punched his arm, causing him to start laughing. “Leave me alone.” After those words, he pulled me into a tight hug. I buried my head in his chest. I was able to get a whiff of his cologne, it was strong but not too overbearing. It was pleasant, but at the same time it was a savory scent. I didn’t want him to let go anytime soon, however we jumped away from each other as we heard Baekhyun yell “THEY BETTER NOT BE HAVING SEX IN MY ROOM, ON MY BED!!” and the door swing open.

The guys piled into the doorway. “Ew, look at the lovebirds.” Minseok teased from the front of the huddle. His words caused both Sehun and I to turn bright red from embarrassment. “I bet they were making out.” Chanyeol butted in, sticking his head farther into the room. “Shut up Chan!” I said, covering up my face as it got even brighter.

“Come on guys, pizza’s getting cold and we’re about to put on a movie.” Junmyeon said. I gave him an understanding nod. I went to speak, but before I could Jongin interrupted me. “Oh Y/n’s not hungry. She practically ate like three pizzas before you guys got here. Sehun had her super stressed out.” Everyone broke out into laughter, causing all my embarrassment levels to skyrocket. I buried my face in my hands, so no one would see just how red my face was getting. “It was more like one, let me live.” I pouted. Sehun wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me closer to him. “It’s okay babe.” He whispered in my ear. I ended up smiling like an idiot at his words. The guy I like just called me babe. What a world!

“Stop being gross, you’ve been together for like five seconds.” Baekhyun said, wearing an over exaggerated look of disgust. I couldn’t help but shake my head at him. We hadn’t talked about us actually dating yet. “Hey you guys, we should choose tonight’s movies carefully. The two love birds might get a little risky throughout them.” Kyungsoo said from the middle of the crowd of guys. This time Sehun and I joined in on the guy’s laughter. One by one, everyone eventually turned around and left the bedroom. Sehun and I exited the room, his arm still draped around my shoulder. Before we got into the living room, he placed a kiss on my forehead. Maybe we weren’t together just yet, but I could definitely get used to this.

More Then One Dirty Girl (Negan X Reader Smut)

Originally posted by rikkisixx

(Gif Not Mine)

A/N: Hey so this is my first time writing on tumblr, I hope you guys liked. I appreciate feedback and I know this may not be the best written smut out there.

Xoxox

-Kate

Warnings: SMUT! Oral sex (Female receiving), Fingering, Unprotected sex (remember to wrap it up, before you tap it kids)

Summary: Basically you are Ricks daughter (Seems to be a common theme in all the imagines I read) He shows up at your house then you two do the freaky deeky.

I stand cooking dinner for my little brother and my father humming softly. I had my hair pulled up off my face in a messy bun. I hear the door open and wipe off my hands,

“Back so soon papa” I walk out to see my dad looking at me warily, Lucille in his hand. “Why do you-” I stop when I see the reason walk up brushing past my father.

“And who might this lovely little fucking flower be Ricky?” Negan coos in his southern accent making my face contort slightly into a sneer.

“This is my daughter (Y/N)” Dad says distantly keeping his eyes on me then on my brother Carl as he comes down stairs holding Judith.

“You have two goddamn daughters” Negan says focusing his attention back in my father after eyeing me up and down. “Why the Fuck did it take you so long to introduce me to the hot one”

“Watch it” My father growls gripping the bat tighter and Negan looks back down at him raising a brow.

“What was that?” Negan says looking at my father with a glare, “Wanna fucking speak up?” Before he can says anything I stop him.


“I suppose you’ll be staying for dinner then” I say giving my father a warning glance, the leather clad man turns his attention to me seemingly to forget about my dad for a moment.

“Yes, in fact I will be” He smiles brilliantly at me and I walk to carl taking Judith and send him to clean up.

“Ill set you a plate then” I say and Look at my dad. “You go clean up too Papa, Michonne went out to get a few things” My father looks from me to Negan.

“You heard her Rick, Go wash the fuck up” He chastises

“And I would appreciate less swearing in front of the baby” I say looking at Negan and he raises his hands in mock defence

“I’m sorry, I’ll try my best” He winks and takes his baseball bat, back from my father.

“Good” I say simply and walk back to the kitchen only to be followed by the man himself.

I ignore him the best I can, setting Judith down on her high chair and move back to cooking trying to ignore the man looking through the cupboards and drawers.

“You know, you’re too pretty to be left here alone, with no man to satisfy your….needs” Negan says suggestively making me roll my eyes.

I had to admit he was quite the charmer, he wasn’t that bad to look at ether. Strong, bold, protective not to mention he radiated power and dominance. But he was the enemy and also was a huge dick.

“I think i’m doing just fine by myself” I reply calmly, I hadn’t notices he moved closer and was now basically hovering over me, his chest almost pressed to my back.

“Are you sure about that darlin’” he coos in my ear his leather clad hand wandering across my bare thigh since I was only in a short red sun dress.

“Positive” I say half heartedly, and hear footsteps from the stairs and clear my throat my face flushing and I bend down grabbing some plates and hear him groan.

“You’re fucking killing me Doll” He growls and I smirk and move away and set out the plates on the table getting Judith again.

“I’m sure my papa would be pleased to hear that” I flip my hair and set Judith down making sure she was in properly.

My father and brother come down the stairs and Michonne comes in, she glares silently at Negan and I look up at him worried he may become aggressive, I bite my lip to find he was more focused on me then on Michonne or the others in my family. I sigh and go get dinner placing it on the table and Negan sits looking at me as I move to sit beside Jude,

“Ah ah sweetheart, come sit beside me and Lucille” He says his southern accent lacing his words and I look at my dad who just looks down at his plate.

“Fine” I huff and switch seats with Carl sitting down and going to take a bite of salad then feel a hand on my thigh halfway through dinner.

I try to ignore it as Negan started to talk with my father about something I wasn’t paying attention to his words just his hand move up my skirt. I carefully place my hand on his as to not draw attention and try to move it away. Only to have him grip my thigh harder making me bite my lip at the feeling of his warm calloused hands.

He keeps talking to my father as he slides his hand just above my core, tugging away my panites and pushing one of his long slender fingers in making me let out a gasp. My very tense family looks at me and I smile weakly.

“You all fucking right doll” Negan says and I shoot him a glare.

I was unable to speak and just stare down at my fork gripping it tightly as he continues his work. I bite the inside of my cheek and look over at him pleading him silently to ether stop or go faster I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted at this point.

As dinner progressed Negan’s movements started to speed up, we had almost finished eating, well my family not me. When he decided it was time to stop before I was able to climax, he didn’t pull his fingers out just left them there causing my hips to buck which gave me an idea. I hold his wrist under the table and start to move my hips subtly. I look up at him as he stares back lustfully at me. I keep going and watch the man before me swallow thickly and turn back to my father.

“So that supplies better be fucking ready by the time I leave this goddamn house or there will be hell to pay. So I suggest you and your little girlfriend here head out to check on everything.” Negan says lowly and I watch Michonne tense her shoulders and My dad simply nod standing up and taking her with him. “You go to shorty” Negan says addressing Carl and he grits his teeth picking up Jude.

I feel myself get wetter at his dominant tone and I’m sure he felt it to because he presses his thumb against my clit making me whimper at the sudden burst of pleasure. I watch as my family leaves and Negan suddenly lifts me up onto the table. Ripping my panties down and pushing my knees apart and licking his lips.

“Fuck doll, you are going to be the best fucking meal i’ll have had all day” He says and buries his faces in between my thighs.

I moan and grip his hair pulling it and relishing in the feeling of his salt and pepper beard scratch against my thighs deliciously. My hips buck up he brings a rough hand to hold them back down as he flicks his tongue against my slit. I feel myself begin to come and let out a loud moan.

“FUCK” I shout “Negan i-im gonna” He cuts me off

“Cum for me baby, Cum for daddy” He says against my pussy and I tug his hair roughly and pull him up off my face before I could.

“I want your cock in me before I do” I say breathlessly and watch a wide grin bless his features and he quickly tugs his pants and boxers down and rams into me, causing my back to arch up from the table and claw my nails into his wrists. I moan and he keeps going ramming into me roughly and letting out low grunts and moan. I lean up and bite his lip roughly as he keeps going. I feel myself cum and close my eyes unable to make any noises since I was in pure euphoria. He kept going though and I feel myself start to cum again and look up at him as sweat beaded on his brow and trailed down his forehead and cheekbones. He kept going his hips slamming into mine and I let out little whimpers pulling his face down to mine kissing him roughly.

“Jesus, how long has it been since you’ve been, properly, fucked” He grunts through each thrust.

“A while, but your doing a good job of it” I moan and he thrusts a few more time before I cum again and he follows.

We both lay there panting for a minute and I bite my lip as he soon stands and pulls his pants up going to get a cloth and coming back, cleaning me up and pulling my panties up. I smile a little at his gentleness as he picks up lucille and sling her over his shoulder.

“Looks like I now have more than one, dirty girl” He winks and with that struts out of the house leaving me breathless, and wanting more.