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Coming Home - Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer gets released from prison and comes home to the reader and their daughter.

Y/N - Your name

Y/D/N - Your daughter’s name

Word Count: 1,169

Author’s Note: Sorry I’ve been gone for almost two weeks :( I went on vacation with my friend and then came back to so much make up work and ap testing. Hopefully you guys don’t hate me, here’s this! :)

It had been weeks since the three of you were together, hell, it had been two weeks alone since you visited him in there. Spencer looked absolutely horrible when you did, bruises aligned his jaw and he had a black eye that stuck out like a sore thumb.

It was obvious he was going out of his mind in that place when he snapped saying that he was capable of murder, even though you knew it wasn’t true. You worried about him almost every second after that moment and just wanted him to come home, but you couldn’t show your daughter how scared you really were.

She asked almost every night when daddy would be coming home and lately you were running out of excuses, but telling a seven year old what was really going on was just not an option.

Your thoughts ate you alive most nights, but you couldn’t stop blaming yourself until you would eventually fall asleep.

*phone vibrates*

It was four a.m when this was going on and you were usually passed out until at least seven, nothing was waking you up tonight.

After four missed calls, they gave up.

Once the sunshine hit the curtains Y/D/N came running in your room and hopped right next to you in bed. She seemed to always be full of energy in the mornings, which wasn’t a good thing on weekends.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Y/D/N was pushing you a little by now trying to get you up.

“What? I’m awake..” your eyes hadn’t opened because you were determined to get a few more hours of sleep. It was Saturday anyway, you had nowhere to be.

Y/D/N let out a loud sigh that made you open your eyes and laugh.

“Oh we’re pouting now, are we?”

Y/D/N nodded and crawled under the covers next to you. Her hair was long enough to be put into a tiny ponytail but it never seemed to stay tamed, especially after sleeping. Once she had turned four it was apparent she had gotten her daddies hazel eyes, which wasn’t a problem until now, when all you could see was him while looking at her.

“Someone was knocking at the door a few minutes ago but you and daddy told me not to answer to strangers, but I think they gave up.”

You looked at Y/D/N with confusion, it was 7 a.m, who was at the house this early? Oh no. What if something happened to Spencer? You jumped up and searched for your phone that was scattered somewhere in your sheets.

Four missed calls from Emily Prentiss. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You didn’t even bother putting a sweatshirt over Spencer’s old t-shirt and walked as fast as you could to the front door. If something happened, you had no idea what you were going to do.

The peephole wasn’t even a thought before you yanked the door open to see Spencer standing there.

You were completely frozen seeing him, shock completely took over your body. This wasn’t real. You felt tears rolling down your cheeks but couldn’t move. For all the times you’d dreamed this, you never thought it would come true.

“Y/N.”

His voice felt like home, something that hadn’t been the same since he was gone. Relief washed over you but before you could get a word out Y/D/N came running past you and latched onto Spencer’s legs.

“Daddy! You’re home!” Y/D/N’s smile was as big as could be, as was his.

“I missed you so much goober.” you watched as Spencer kneel down and hug Y/D/N.

“I missed you too, I lost a tooth!” Y/D/N took a step back and smiled showing the hole inside her mouth. Spencer’s mouth dropped playing along as if it was the coolest thing he’s ever seen.

“No way! Wow, did you put your tooth under your pillow for the tooth fairy?”

“Yes, mommy helped me and I got five bucks the next morning!” Y/D/N pointed at you and giggled as Spence looked up at you.

“Well isn’t that awesome! Hey Y/D/N, wanna go get me some water while I talk to mom?”

She nodded and ran into the kitchen.

“I uh, um..” you tried saying something, anything really, but you had no idea what to say.

Spencer stepped towards you nodding, understanding everything that was going on in your mind. He knew you like the back of his hand, surprises were not your thing.

The height difference between you two was perfect for him to kiss the top of your head. You loved this, especially when you would get stressed.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry Spence.” you mumbled as your face was scrunched against his shirt, which smelled of faded cologne.

Spencer looked down at you confused, “You’re sorry? Baby, what do you have to be sorry about?”

“All of this is my fault, I never should’ve let you go across the border, especially alone.”

Before he could react to what you just said Y/D/N came running back in with the glass of water. You backed out of his arms and watched as your daughter and husband talked.

Spencer kept looking over at you to make sure you were okay and flashed a couple smiles until you got up to go to the bathroom, or just sit in there.

After a few minutes a light knock came on the door,”Y/N, could I come in?”

You quietly sighed saying yes and unlocked the door. You sat back down on the side of the tub as he walked in, staring at the floor once he shut the door behind him.

“Can we talk?”

You nodded, “About what?”

“About you feeling guilty, because you shouldn’t.. At all. I was going even if you hadn’t agreed Y/N. None of this was your fault.”

“Okay.” you mumbled so low that he could barely hear you.

“Y/N.. please look at me.”

You shook your head and wiped the tears that had fallen. Spencer bent down and took your hands in his.

“Baby..” his voice cracked, “please?”

You squeezed his hands then looked up for your eyes to meet, Spencer gave a slight smile as you realized how badly you missed his touch. Those puppy dog eyes were all you needed right now.

“What do you need me to do so you’ll feel safe again Y/N?.”

“I just.. I can’t lose you again.”

“You’ll never lose me Y/N.”Spencer leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead still holding your hands.

You smiled at those words, “Good.”

Spencer leaned back and glimpsed at your shirt and messy hair smiling, “You’re beautiful Y/N but I think that shirt is pretty awesome too.”

You blushed and shoved his shoulder, “You’re too sweet to me Spence, but you know I always steal your shirts.”

“That’s okay, you wear them better than I ever did.”

Title: Close Call
Character: Peter Parker
Prompt: 61

Peter and you had long since made it a habit to walk home together after school. You lived on different floors in the same apartment complex, and the two of you used it as excuses to be in each other’s company longer.

“Hey, I’m gonna take the train today, you wanna come with?” You tugged off one of your headphones to ask him, but Peter seemed distracted by something else.

“Oh uhm, I’m gonna have to pass today. I have to do a thing,” Peter was already crossing the street away from you before he turned around for a brief moment to give an apologetic smile you had gotten far too used to in the last couple of days. “I’ll call you later though I promise!”

You watched him sprint away before you could even respond. Ever since Peter got his internship with Tony Stark, it became the thing his entire life revolved around.

And at first, you were completely overjoyed and proud of him, he just seemed so happy. But soon after, it felt like Peter wasn’t doing anything if it wasn’t for the internship.

But you’d never tell him how his sudden absence in your life upset you. You couldn’t take something away from him that he cared so deeply for. Instead, you just got the hell on with it.

Fortunately, it was becoming more and more easier to be content with your own company.

•~•

Peter quickly ran into an alleyway to pull his spider suit out his bookbag, shedding his school clothes and suiting up in record time. Webbing his bookbag somewhere secure, he then took off to the top of one the buildings to scope out for any trouble.

However, like usual, it was only small things. Peter returned a runaway dog to it’s owner, helped a blind man find his wife whom he lost in a crowd, and stopped another bike theft.

Peter pulled off his mask, sitting on the edge of one of the taller buildings with his legs dangling over. He had gone back to grab his things from the alleyway before resting on the building. He remembered his promise to call you, but just as he was about to grab his phone from his bag, there was a shout from down below.

Peter tossed everything back into the bag and slung it over his shoulders, putting the mask back on he then took off to find the noise.

He was expecting to find something like a theft or some sort disagreement between the city people.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he did find.

There was a few people surrounding a shop that was selling television screens on the front window. Flashing on the screen was a breaking news story about a crash within the metro sysem.

Apparently a train had derailed an hour or so earlier and stations were just getting word of it.

Peter was about take off again but then he remembered that you said you were taking the train home today.

And the train that derailed was the one you always took.

The news station didn’t have word of any casualties yet, but there were more than dozens of injuries among everyone on the train.

Panic finally settling in, Peter sprinted into the closet place he could have privacy and quickly dialed your number. His hands were shaking so much that he kept pressing in the wrong numbers.

He ripped off his mask and started to put his normal things back on while the phone rang.

“Please pick up, please pick up.” Peter quickly murmured as he momentarily took the phone away from his ear to pull on his shirt.

There were a few more rings but then it went to your voicemail and Peter found himself letting out a strangled cry when the same thing happened the other two times he tried to call.

“(Y/n)! I’m heading over to your place now, if you get this before I get there please, please call me!” Peter shoved his phone into his pocket and started running as fast as he could to the apartment complex.

He didn’t even bother with the elevator, your place was on one of the lower floors, so Peter ran straight to the door to the stairs.

By the time Peter got to your door he had worked himself up into a complete nervous wreck as his subconscious thought every worse case scenario for this particular situation.

He probably knocked five times more than he needed to, but his desperation to see your face, to see that you were alive and safe, was blocking most of his common sense.

When the door opened and you looked at him with a puzzled expression, Peter could only stare at while his eyes began to tear up.

“Peter? What’s the matter with you, I tried to-”

You were silenced as Peter tossed his arms
around you and pulled you into what was possibly the most bone crushing hug you’ve ever received.

His arms were wrapped securely around your neck and he had his head tucked into your shoulder while a couple quiet sobs escaped him. “I saw that there…that a train had derailed, and I thought- I thought you might have been on it!”

Now all of his strange behaviors made sense.

Peter used his sleeve to wipe away his tears as he sniffled. “Look, I’m really sorry that I haven’t been around much lately. But, I promise I’ll try to make you more of a priority and I’ll follow you everywhere because I thought you were dead and that was an awful feeling that I don’t want to go through ever again.”

Your hand came up to brush the hair at the back of his neck as you tried to console him. “I’m fine, I promise! After you left I decided that a walk alone would do me some good so I bailed on the train.”

Peter’s hold on you grew tighter as he let out a bitter laugh. “And you never answer your phone, I hate that about you.”

You smiled. “Why don’t you come inside, I can make you something to eat.”

Peter felt you try to move away and he shook his head. “N-No, I just want to hold you for a little bit longer. It still hasn’t sunken in yet.”

You nodded and simply held him back. “You’re such a worry wart, Peter Parker.”

“I don’t care, please don’t ever do that to me again.”

Title: Coach Negan (Part 1.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Open Gym

Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse/AU)
Summary:
You always loved sports. Most specifically, basketball. After deciding to join the new season after a very embarrassing last season, you believe that you could change the team’s bad luck and bring them to the championships, but you weren’t expecting the team’s coach to be as good looking as him. It was going to be tougher than you planned.
Word Count: 2,487
Warning: SEXUAL TENSION, age difference, and obviously Negan’s language.
Author’s Note: I am so excited for this story, you guys. I was debating on sticking with baseball/softball for Negan, but I decided to change it up and do basketball (since I know more about the rules/how to play lol). Since I’m using basketball as the sport Negan will be coaching, I’m going to alternate gifs between JDM’s apperance in The Walking Dead and also his role in The Possession. Enjoy! :-)

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The Devilish Teddy Bear

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Title: The Devilish Teddy Bear

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 858

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was a request that was first requested by @piertotumlocomotor22, but then @mycuddlycorner added on to that request as well with a dream she told me about lol. I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!

On most nights, you fell asleep alone in your bed.  You lacked the fallen archangel’s presence and it left you feeling incomplete at night.  When you heard of your soulmate’s demise and him being locked in the cage, you grew restless.  One morning after only a few hours of sleep, you woke up with a devil-like teddy bear on your doorstep.  You didn’t know where it came from, but you never gave it another thought.  The day you found that teddy bear was the day you had the best sleep since Lucifer had been trapped in the cage.  From that day on, you slept with that teddy bear every night.

As you were getting ready for bed, you let out a long breath.  You missed your fallen archangel.  Nights weren’t the same without him.  He would tell you stories about how things were before humans existed.  When you got discouraged, he would assure you that you were the best thing his dad ever created, besides him anyway.

You slid into bed, grabbing your devil-like plushie.  It came with horns when you first discovered it, but Lucifer never really had horns.  He always made jokes about his lack of horns.  You would smile every time you came across the thought.

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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 38

Summary: You and Dwight are ordered to go out and find Sherry, but you get more than you bargained for.

Includes: Smut. Daddy kink. Spanking. (NOT Dwight smut)

A/N: Look at me, uploading a chapter at a reasonable time! I hope y'all enjoy this trash 😙😙💕

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“A lie that is a half-truth is the darkest of all lies.” ~ Alfred Tennyworth

“Sometimes our balance has to be upset and our course reset in order to help us navigate to our final destination. This is my final destination and where I was meant to be.” ~ Ella Dominguez

“Oh, Sir, don’t you know that on the edge of fear is where trust grows?” ~ Ella Dominguez

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You and Dwight stood there in silence, looking at eachother, both of you trying to process what happens next. You placed your fingers at the bridge of your nose, pinching it, trying to bring yourself back to reality. You leaned back against the wall.

“We’re you serious, or just saying something to get off the hook?” You asked.

“Like I said, I have an idea.” He said, taking a step forward, “Meet me outback near the trucks in 20 minutes.”

You nodded and headed down the hallway with him before splitting up. You walked back into the yard, looking around for any sign of Negan, mainly to avoid him. You didn’t understand why he was putting half of the blame on you, and the more you thought about it, the angrier you became. You walked inside the cafeteria, still needing to check on your workers, you spotted David talking to Brian behind the counter. David turned his head seeing you walking over to them, you motioned for Brian to leave as he turned towards you.

“How’d it go?” David asked non-chalantly.

“Don’t fucking ask. I’ve gotta leave and help Dwight look for Sherry.” You sighed, glancing into the back of the kitchen, you were thankful to see Katherine and Ben doing their work. That was one less thing to worry about.

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Kirk trying to ask you out

Jim Kirk X Reader

Word Count: 1385

Prompt: “You’re too drunk sweetheart.”

Summary: Kirk keeps trying to find you to ask you out but you’ve been able to avoid him till today


“He’s been asking me all week which classes you’re in so he can talk to you.” Nyota grinned over the table as you sat in the quieter corner of a loud club down town.

“Really?” You asked and she nodded.

“Says you’ve been avoiding him.” She raised an eyebrow questionably.

“I’d say more tactically lowering my chances of him ever talking to me.” You smirked and Uhura laughed.

“We’ll they don’t seem to be working.” She nodded to the door, Jim was practically running over. “Have fun!” Nyota quickly exited the booth and grinned at Jim.

“Hey Kirk.” You muttered as he slid into the seat next opposite you.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Kirk grinned and you rolled your eyes.

“Not true.” You pushed over your second cocktail to him. “You’ll probably like it.”

“Thanks. But I’d rather take you out.” Kirk pushed the drink back towards you.

“And yet I’ll have to decline.” You pushed the drink back towards him with a smile.

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I’m Home - Jungkook x Reader


So I decided to write this because I was definitely feeling it. Like really feeling it.
Anywayyy.
So this one is really fucking smutty.
So beware of the smut 😂
Anyway, enjoy 💎❤
Word count: 1,106

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You walked into the apartment you and Kookie shared.
“Jungkook! I’m home!”
You yelled out loud.
No reply
“Jungkook! Hello?”
You yelled out once more.
And still no reply at all.
You start towards his bedroom.
The door is shut and locked.
You walk up to the door and put your ear up to it.
You heart a faint moan fall from his mouth.
Omg. You thought to yourself.
This is not happening right now.
You and Kookie weren’t in a relationship, there were a few times you two flirted, but that was all.

You listened more.
“F-Fuck Y/N”
Jungkook moaned out loud.
You gasped quietly.
There was no way in hell this Is happening right now.
You quietly unlocked the door.
And carefully cracked it open, peering inside.
There layJungkook on his bed, with one hand getting himself off.
His eyebrows were furrowed, and he was very concentrated.
“Fuck yes.” He moaned out as he threw his head back.
The sight you saw made you wet.
Very wet.
You suddenly felt a surge of confidence.
You opened the door all the way.
Kookies head shot up.
“Shit!”
He pulled the covers over him self.
“No, don’t cover yourself up.”
You slowly walked over towards the bed
Dropping your coat on the floor
Shedding your pants and shirt along the way.
You were now left in your bra and panties.
“Y/N this would be wr-”
“Shhh.” You cut him off by putting a finger to his lips.
“It is perfectly fine, I have always wanted this Jungkook, and you know you have too.”
After you said that, he smiled and let out a soft sigh.
You smiled.
You got on your knees in between his legs.
You grasped his huge dick in your hand.
You slowly pumped it up and down.
Kookie let out a soft moan.
You then replaced your hand with your mouth, sucking Jungkook off.
His fingers tangled in your hair.
He threw his head back and let out s throaty moan.
You then tease the tip of his dick.
You slowly swirl your tongue around the tip.
“F-fuck Y/N, I wouldn’t fucking do that if I were you.”
He warned you.
You kept on with your actions , teasing him even more.
Jungkook got off the bed, and picked you up all in one swift motion.
He then threw you on the bed.
“Y/N, I fucking  told you not to, didn’t I?”
He growled.
You chuckled
“Jungkook, darling, I just couldn’t help my self.”
He let out a laugh.
“Just wait until I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to fucking walk.”
He whispered in your ear.
What he said sent shivers straight down your spine.
His lips attached to your jaw, licking, biting, and sucking.
Leaving behind deep, purple marks.
His lips trailed further down your neck, leaving behind even more marks.
You let out a soft moan.
Jungkook’s hands headed for the back of your bra, unclasping it.
He threw your bra across the room.
He dipped his head between your breasts, kissing , and sucking as he went.
He then took your right nipple into his mouth.
You let out a moan.
“Ah jungkook”
You moaned.
He had worked magic onto your nipple.
He continued trailing down your stomach, peppering kisses all down your torso.
He then reached your panties.
“Won’t be needing these.”
He said cockily.
He basically jerked your panties down.
Jungkook then pulled his own shirt over his head, and pulled his pants off completely.
He spread your legs apart, his muscles flexing with every move he made.
His tongue then attached to your clit so suddenly.
You curled your toes, arched your back and  moaned all at the same time.
He was giving you so much pleasure.
He licked and sucked on your clit.
He moaned,sending vibrations through your pussy.
“Fuck!” You belted out really loud.
Jungkook smirked at the effect he had on you.
You were a writhing mess beneath him.
His mouth truly worked magic on you.
“Shit Jungkook , I’m close.”
You moaned out.
He pulled away.
You whimpered at the sudden loss of contact.
Jungkook laughed.
“Little impatient aren’t we?”
He teased you.
He ran his fingers over your folds.
Causing you to moan out.
He then smacked your ass.
“I asked a question Y/N”
He said slightly aggressive.
You moaned.
“Y-Yes Jungkook, I am so fucking impatient.”
He chuckled darkly.
He smirked .
“Of course you are darling, just a slight touch and you give into me easily.”
You whined
“Please Jungkook, just fuck me please!”
You pleased out.
“I can’t hear you darling, you have to speak up.”
You yelled.
“Jeon Jungkook, just please fuck me, my god please just fuck the shit out of me please!”
He smiled and laughed.
“That’s more like it.”
Without any warnings at all, he slammed in at full speed into you.
You belted out a loud moan.
Jungkook picked up his speed even more, thrusting in and out of you.
He let out a grunt.
“Shit, you’re so fucking tight Y/N.”
He kept going at fast pace, thrusting in and our of you, you felt so fucking good at this point, you felt like you were in heaven.
“Holy shit Jungkook, it feels s-so good.” You moaned out.
He smirked and bit his lip.
He looked so fucking hot from here, his eyes focused on you, beads of sweat rolling down his face.
“Fuckkk Jungkook I’m close.”
You practically screamed out.
“Come for me darling, come all over my fucking cock.” He whispered huskily in your ear.
You were indulged in so much pleasure, it was such an amazing feeling.
You started reaching your high.
And it felt amazing.
You belted out long and loud moans.
Profanities slipped from your mouth.
“Oh my fucking god.”
“Jungkook.” You yelled out.
That sent him over the edge, he then released inside of you.
“Shitt Y/N.” He moaned.
Jungkook kept up his pace, riding through both of your highs.
You both were moaning out at the amazing feeling.
Jungkook then slowed down, and pulled out of you.
He was breathing heavily, sweat covering his face and abs.
He smiled down at you.
He layed down, pulling you against him.
Wrapping his arms around you.
“That was so amazing .”
You said out loud
He nuzzled into your neck.
“It sure fucking did.”
He said with a smile.
“So I guess this means we’re dating now, Jungkook?” You asked him in a soft voice.
“ Of course darling.”
Jungkook smiled down at you.
He kissed you.
You both layed there, and slowly falling asleep.

Whoa. Holy shit. This was one smuttty imagine.
Damn I didn’t realize just how dirty I wrote this 😂
I may seem all innocent on the outside to my friends and all, but on the inside I’m a total freak 😂😂
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!
Please, send me requests! I definitely need them!!
Thank you for reading ❤❤

Title: Forget Him

Genre: Smut

Characters: Reader (Y/n) / Park Chanyeol

Notes: WHY DO I ONLY WRITE SMUT WHAT THE FUCK

Warnings: Language - Hickies - Slapping - Alcohol - Dirty Talk - Oral

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You slouched, face squished on the pillow to your side. Bottles of soju scattered by your side. Your legs tangled between the blankets.

“Shibal seki..” (fucking bastard) you chanted drunkenly. Quickly, your body jumped to stand on the couch. You raised your arm pointing to the imaginary Sehun in front of you from above.

“Seki shi-” you stopped, hiccuping. “No no, that’s wrong. It’s.. shiki.. se..bal?” You slurred dropping your arm and tilting your head.

Your phone chirped and you jumped, tripping over the back of the couch and landing harshly on the floor. Once you stood up, you picked up the device. Although your vision was blurred by the copious amounts of alcohol in your system, somehow you managed to read ‘Park Chanyeol’ on the screen.

“Park.. Chan-” *hiccup* “yeol.” You slid the green button to the side and flipped it on to speaker.

“Y/n?” The phone spoke. You gasped. “Chanyeol?! Are you trapped in there?” You tapped the screen.

The phone sighed. “I was hoping you weren’t wasted.”

“Chanyeol I’m gonna get you outta there!” You ran around your house screaming and opening drawers. “Y/n- no listen to me- hey-” Chanyeol hit his forehead, whining.

“I’m coming over, unlock the door.” Chanyeol said and the phone beeped.

“Chanyeol? Wait how are you gonna come over if you’re stuck in there?” You turned the phone around, furrowing your eyebrows.

A knock at the door startled you, you dropped the cellular and tip toed to the door. Once on your toes, you peaked through the glass. “Sehun! How’d you get hear so fast?”

“I live in the apartment right across from you, Y/n.” He sighed. You gasped, looking around.

“Y/n I can see you. Open the door.” You stood back to realize your peep hole was actually a glass screen door. You giggled and opened the door, hitting yourself in the face on accident.

“You look like shit.” The hit sobered you a bit. You rubbed your forehead. “Do I really? Cause I feel like it.” The slur in your voice said it all.

Your knees began to sway and you felt yourself gliding back, but a hand caught you. Chanyeols hand hooked under your knees and you opened your eyes to see he put you back on the couch.

“I’m pretty sure this is an illegal amount of soju..” he shook his head, tipping a bottle over to find it empty.

“Why did Sehun dump me?” You looked at Chanyeol, blinking as tears welled in your eyes. “Am I a drunk? Or ugly?” Do I have a flat chest?“ Chanyeols mouth opened to speak but he froze as you lifted up your tank top, looking at your breasts, then at Chanyeol. “Am I?” Chanyeol gulped, trying to pull his eyes off your chest but he just couldn’t.

For so long has he looked at you. The way your eyes sparkled. The way you smiled. The way your eyes squinted when you laughed, or when you laughed so hard you started to cry. The way you were afraid of strange things, like vacuum cleaners or the fences in front of jails. The way you always needed someone by your side.

He looked too hard. He looked at the way your eyes sparkled for Sehun. The way you smiled at Sehun. The way your eyes squinted when you laughed at a joke Sehun told. The way you wanted Sehun to hold you when you were scared.

The way you always needed Sehun by your side.

But Sehun left. He left like that meant nothing to him. Like you meant nothing to him. And that made Chanyeol so.. so.. angry.

Because you meant everything to him.

Chanyeol flew forward, pushing your shoulders back onto the couch. You stared up at him blankly. His eyes flickered from yours to your lips. You smiled and kissed him. You’d been waiting so long for this. For the feeling of his lips on yours. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted and needed.

Chanyeol kissed you roughly. The kiss tasted of beer and you and, god, did it make Chanyeol so drunk. You tasted so delicious. He never wanted anything more. His hands traveled up the tank top you lifted early, gripping your breast with the tips of his fingers. Your hands tangled into his coarse hair and you moaned into his mouth.

Chanyeol’s knuckles kneaded your buds. You moaned into his mouth. Your bare legs caressed his atop his pants and that’s when Chanyeol realized you weren’t wearing pants. He pulled away, breathing heavily and smirked. His hands flew quickly to your ass, lifting your hips to meet his. His hips grind against yours, letting you feel what you’ve done to him. He squeezes your ass, lifting one hand and slapping your skin.

“Bad girl.. from now on, why don’t you wear pants when your guy friends come over?” You nod and gulp. Chanyeol’s hands reach up to tear the tank into two. You watch him throw the pieces behind him.

Chanyeols head dives to your chest, his lips immediately engulfing one of your nipples. Your fingers grab his hair, grasping roughly as you squeal. His teeth bite and pull on the flesh. You can’t help but feel guilty.

Because here you are, your ex-boyfriends best friend attached to your chest. And even though you knew it was wrong.

God it felt so right. So good.


“Chanyeol.. don’t stop..” you moan. Chanyeols tongue glides to the dip of your stomach, leaving a strawberry hickey behind as he continues down. He quickly disregards of the restraining underwear and sighs.

“Beautiful.” He whispers, astonished.

His eyes are adoring, but the second he blinks, they darken. He stares up at you, straight to your soul. Chanyeols flicks his tongue on your clit and you hiss. His tongue presses flat and warm against your wet folds and he can’t help but relish in the sweet taste of you. Like cherry.

He towers over you once your eyes open, his cock being pulled from its barriers. Your drunken vision fails to see what you so badly wanted to.

He opened the drawer behind you, pulling a condom from the box.

He hesitates for a second. Flipping the condom over, he groans and tosses it aside. “It’s too small, I guess I’ll fuck you raw.” He begins to position himself. “They fit Sehun..?” You said, holding onto his shoulder as you felt the tip pressed to your entrance.

“Well, I guess not all of us are the same size?” Stars flashed before your eyes as Chanyeol shoved his whole length in. You choked on the scream you needed so badly to release. He paused, feeling you stretch to widths like never before. You fingernails broke the skin on his shoulders. “So.. fucking.. tight..”

He gasped and sighed loudly, falling into your neck. Slowly, he pulled out, feeling your walls shrink back as he did. He thrusted back in and you whimpered. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he rocked in and out of you. Soon enough, all you could feel was insane pleasure as his pace sped up. His gripped the arm of the couch with one hand and your hip with the other. Your fingers scratched pink lines up his back that would surely be there tomorrow morning.

His pace began to feel unbearable. Unknown sounds left your throat, his grunts in your ear. You were reaching pure bliss; heaven. His thumb reached over and pressed deeply into your clit. Your entire will was abandoned as you screamed his name at the top of your lungs. Strings were untied and you melted beneath his body.

With a few more thrusts, he groaned blissfully and pulled out of your dripping cave. Utopia spewed on your stomach and thighs - Chanyeol’s personal work of art. With heavy breath, he smirked.

“You have no idea how long I waited for that.” He shook his head in disbelief, chest rising and falling quickly.

“I think.. I do..” you creaked. Your voice was lost completely and you coughed. “Did I fuck my baby girl up?”

Chanyeol grinned and snuggled behind you, his sweaty body sticking to yours. He pulled a blanket over the two of you.

“I love you Chanyeol.” You whispered, squeaking a few times. He chuckled, kissing your neck. “Ahh, hush baby. Don’t break your beautiful voice.”

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Warning: smut

Kai comes back from prison world and becomes very needy 

Sunday afternoon. Kai finally came back from prison world. It took you a long time to persuade Bonnie to even consider bringing Kai back, but eventually you did it and when he did come back, you couldn’t contain your happiness and what you felt inside when Kai hugged you in the way only he knows and you finally felt his soft lips again after who knows how long. Everything felt right again and you never wanted to be seperated from Kai.

That same day when Kai came back from prison world, you were laying on the bed, reading a book. Kai was laying beside you and he was constantly staring at you with a smile on his face. A smile started to form on your face too because in the corner of your eye, you saw Kai looking at you. He caressed your cheek and came closer. He was so close that there was literally no room between you and him. He leaned in and started kissing your neck softly, sucking on your sweet spot. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a second.

‘Kai… what are you doing?’ You whispered, unable to focus on the book anymore. All you could think about were Kai’s lips on your neck and how he made you feel. You didn’t ever realize how much you longed for him until he started kissing your neck. You bit your lip a bit and looked at him.

'You’re just so beautiful.’ He trailed off before placing a finger under your chin and brought you closer. He gently kissed your lips, his tongue softly licking your upper lip. You moaned into his mouth, making him grin. You cupped his face and started kissing him deeper than before, his tongue sliding inside your mouth, your hands going up to his hair, gripping on it lightly. You got on top of him as you sat on his lap, his hands firmly on your butt. You started grinding on him, earning a quiet moan coming from his mouth. You smiled, considering it a victory because you knew what kinda effect you had on him and you knew how to use it. You bit his lip gently and then licked it. You started lifting his shirt up, Kai sitting up to help you take it off. You threw it somewhere on the floor as you leaned down to kiss his lips again. You went down a little bit and started kissing his neck, then his torso, stopping right under his belly button. You looked up and saw Kai biting his lip, looking at you with those gorgeous blue eyes of his. You stood up and took your shirt and jeans off agonizingly slowly. You turned around and took your bra and panties off and then turned around again. You smiled at Kai and then got on the bed again. You unbuttoned Kai’s jeans as you slowly took them off along with his boxers. You gently took his lenght in your hands, giving it a few strokes before you leaned down and licked the tip. You heard him moan out your name, his hands finding his was to your head. You slowly took him in your mouth as you started bobbing your head up and down, Kai’s moaning getting louder. You smiled to yourself and kept going. Even though Kai would’ve wanted you to let him finish, you had other plans, so you stopped and got up.

'Please, I need you.’ Kai said desperately. You placed yourself above him, holding it with your one hand, guiding it to your entrance. You grinned at Kai before slowly sinking down on his length, Kai’s mouth opening a bit. He closed his eyes and bit his lip at the feeling, his hands finding their way to your hips. You really missed this. The feeling of him inside you, filling you up so perfectly. You slowly moved up, before sinking down again, Kai’s hands helping you.

'I’ve missed you so fucking much!’ Kai moaned out as you picked up your pace, your hands on Kai’s chest. You and Kai found a perfect rythm, his hands gripping on your waist. He sat up, your faces so close, you could feel his hot breath. You threw your head back a bit, opening your neck for Kai to kiss and suck. You moaned, Kai’s arms wrapped firmly around your body. You looked deeply into his eyes, your forehead pressed against his. He pulled you in and kissed you deeply, your movements still the same.

'Kai’ you moaned as you started feeling yourself getting closer to your climax. Kai reached down between you and started stimulating your clit, making you moan. Not long after than your body started to shake, your orgasm tearing through your body as you grabbed Kai’s biceps firmly, screaming out his name. Kai kissed you and flipped you over, entering you from behind, as he started thrusting fast and deep, your body coming close to another release.

'Fuck’ he said as you clenched around him and came undone one more time. Only a few more thrusts were needed for him to reach his climax, coming undone. He collapsed beside you, catching his breath. Your body felt like jello, your legs still a bit shaky.

'That was amazing.’ Kai trailed off, kissing you.

'It was. How about… round two?’ You winked at him and bit your lip.

'You’re reading my mind.’ He said before getting on top of you again, wrapping your legs around his waist.

24 Hour Icebox
Pairing: Brendon Urie x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: lotsa cuteness.
Word Count: 1.1K

In other words, a late night trip to the laundromat where you encounter a sleepy and cold man.

A/N: ah okay so I got this really great idea as I was sitting in a laundromat so I hope you guys enjoy!!


It’s freezing. Probably about below 20 degrees outside and the wind is completely unforgiving. You block your face from the harshness of it as you push your shopping cart through the nearly empty streets.

This was the good thing about New York. The 24-Hour laundromats planted almost everywhere. Of course this wasn’t your plan, you’d rather be in bed right now, but your younger cousin had made a mess all over your bedspread. You brushed it off when your aunt offered to wash the sheets for you, but now you were starting to regret that.

So, with a backpack full of things to keep you occupied, you trudged through the bleak streets with a shopping cart that reeked of vomit.

Oh joy.

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Imagine: Seeing Anakin after he turned to the Dark Side

For @ataaurelly… Enjoy!

It was gone. The Jedi Temple. It was gone. All that was left was flaming and tattered rubble and dust filled the thick air, making your throat itch terribly. You clambered over the fallen Temple, tears stinging your eyes and falling down your cheeks. There was no life in sight. It was uneasily quiet, despite the roaring engines of the distant traffic of Coruscant. 

There was a crack behind you. You spun around, igniting your lightsaber and holding it firmly in both of your hands. Your heart started to pound as you examined the… person in front of you. 

They were several yards away, a dark hood pulled over their face and a robe draped over their body. They seemed to be bowing as their head was tilted slightly in your direction. You pointed your lightsaber at them, its drone breaking the eery silence. 

“Who are you?” You said, your voice seeming to crack like thunder. The hooded figure took a step towards you, almost apprehensively. Your whole body stiffened and you stood your ground rigidly. From underneath the hood, a chuckle escaped. 

“I can still hear their screams.” They barely whispered. “I can still hear the younglings scream.” 

You narrowed your eyes. That voice, it was so familiar. But who-

Their hood was scraped back by a pale hand, revealing a face you thought had died so many years ago. Your breath left your lungs instantly. 

“Anakin?” You gasped, unable to comprehend who was in front of you. It was really him. It was really Ani. 

But, it wasn’t. His eyes, his skin, his… smile, was different. The way he smiled was sickening and his eyes sent icy shivers down your back. They were wide and never remained still for more than a few seconds, as if he had to study everything in his path. His skin was like parchment, as white as a canvas. It looked as if he hadn’t slept in decades. 

“Hello, Y/N.” He breathed, a terrible grin wrinkling his snowy cheeks. You stood awe-struck, staring at him. 

“What happened to you?” You whispered, looking him up and down. If it weren’t for the fairly large robe hanging from his shoulders, you would see his dreadfully skinny figure. He barely ate anything anymore. Palatine had to force him to eat. 

“Pain. Pain and suffering.” He replied simply, his voice quiet. “Y/N, I’m afraid.” 

You were taken aback by these words. Certainly Anakin couldn’t be saying this. Anakin Skywalker, the Jedi who killed Count Dooku and saved Queen Amidala from the Petranaki Arena, was anything but afraid. 

“Ani,” You moved to touch him but he shrank away, making himself even smaller than he already was. You tried not to show your hurt. 

“How can I help you?” You murmured. He merely shook his head. 

“I’m too far gone.” He said simply, looking defeated. Your throat swelled. 

“Ani, come with me. You’re dying. I can help you.” 

“I’m already dead, Y/N.” He whispered. 

The words hit you like a tidal wave. Your face twitched as you felt his agony and misery and you willed yourself not to cry in front of Anakin. 

After several seconds, Anakin pulled his hood over his eyes with a scrawny hand. 

“How is Obi Wan?” He asked in a whisper. You swallowed. 

“He’s gone. He disappeared after you left with Palpatine.” 

Anakin looked unfazed. Instead, he started to back away from you, placing his feet strategically on smoldering pieces of rubble. 

“Don’t give in to the Dark Side. It will destroy you.” 

That was all he said before the feeble Sith spun around and plodded away, without so much as a second glance over his shoulder. You watched him until he disappeared just as he did all those years ago. 

You never saw Anakin Skywalker again. 

Professor Pride Week 27

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Title: Professor Pride Week 27

Characters: Gibbs, Professor!Pride x Reader

Word Count: 1,525

Warnings: injured reader, angst, cursing

A/N: We are getting close to the end </3 I hope you’re still enjoying the series! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

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You walked into work Monday morning, exchanging smiles with Gibbs.  Tony strolled up to you, sitting at your feet.  You had to admit, you loved the big guy.  Tony may be a little hard to deal with sometimes, especially around other dogs, but he grew on you.  He was a good boy, most of the time.

“Ya know [Y/N], D-Man’s birthday is next week,” Gibbs mumbled as he usually did.  “What are you going to get him?”

“I have no idea,” you replied, kneeling down to Tony’s level.  “I was hoping you could help me with that.  I mean it’s not like he needs another spice rack.”

Gibbs chuckled lowly, leaning his arms on the wooden counter.  “You’re not getting him a clown are ya,” Gibbs joked, glancing over at you.

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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream pt. 32

Summary: You’re in charge of giving the newcomers jobs and watching over them.

Note: Sorry it’s taken so long to get this part out!

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“It was good for her though, to submit to things that weren’t for her pleasure, but his.”

- Annabel Joseph

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You turned back to Brian and he gave you a look as if he didn’t quite understand what was going on.

“So, what’s all this about?” He said looking over his shoulder to David, who was filling up a bucket with some water.

“Negan put me in charge of these three newcomers.”

He blinked, “That’s new. It’s never happened before, but then again, I’ve never seen a wife kill one of the others either.”

You shrugged, “I guess things are changing.”

“For the better.”

“Let’s hope.” You smirked, “Look, just watch David, make sure he does his job. If he doesn’t, then handle it the way you need to.”

He gave you an understanding nod as you turned to head out the door with the other two.
There were a few workers already in the garden, but they could always use more help.

“Well, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you two how to gather food. So, just do it.” You said as you watched over everyone else.

Being in control was weird, and you couldn’t deny that.
You were used to doing your own thing, and having a responsibility over others made you nervous.
What were you to do if something went wrong?
If someone got completely out of line, you’d have to kill them and that was no big deal, it really wasnt.
But you wondered what the fuck you were gonna do if there happened to be a full scale riot or some shit like that.
You wondered why Negan had just thrown you into the deep end and let you go head first into all of this.
You didn’t pretend to not be curious, but at the same time, it was Negan, so you had learned not to ask too many questions.

“What’s the purpose of points?” Ben asked cautiously as he looked over to you.

You rolled you eyes and huffed, “Did you not listen to a thing I told you earlier?”

“No.. I mean, no ma'am, I listened.. It’s just, with the world the way it is, why would it be made anymore difficult. There’s enough struggle.. without, y'know, working for supper.” He said as he swallowed hard, suddenly afraid of what he had just said.

Katherine gave an approving nod at his statement as she picked some tomatoes.

“Because, some order needs to be established again. Nothing is ever going to get any better if we continue to run around like animals.” You snapped at him.

“I understand.. But the guy with the bat.. That’s pretty animalistic, don’t you think?” He said back.

You had to give it to him, he knew he was crossing a line, but he spoke up anyway. You were almost taken aback by him and his boldness to speak so bluntly.
It reminded you of yourself, but at the same time, you weren’t gonna sit back and let them say whatever they wanted.

“Well.” You gave a dark smile, “Some animalistic instincts need to be brought out to keep the order. There is order being established around here, but there are also rules, and if that rule breaking is met with some not-so-nice actions, that’s your own fucking fault. That’s why it’s best if you stick to the rules and do your goddamn job. And that ‘guy with the bat’ is Negan, he’s my leader and your leader. So, unless you want that bat through your skull, you should probably shut up and do your job.” You said bluntly, looking over the both of them.

Ben gave you a nod and turned back to what he was doing without another word. In time, he would come to learn that you weren’t a person to try and cross, and most of all, not to fucking cross Negan.
Katherine put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look.
He returned it with a weak smile.
You smirked and looked at the both of them curiously.

“So, are you two a thing or something?” You said with interest as you studied them both.

They turned around again, exchanging glances with eachother before giving a nod.

“We’re married.” Katherine said, attitude rising in her tone again.

You chewed your lip a bit in frustration with her attitude, but you were overwhelmed with happiness.
You were genuinely happy they were together, that meant she was a woman who wouldn’t be added to Negan’s harem of women.
She still annoyed the fuck out of you, but you gained just the smallest amount of tolerance for her now that you didn’t see her as much of a nuisance to your relationship.
But it didn’t go without saying that you’d still shoot her if she got on your nerves enough.

“That’s cute.” You smirked smugly, shifting your weight on your foot.

Once they were done gathering what they needed, you made your way to the kitchen to return the vegetables to Brian.
Once there, you put Ben and Katherine in charge of helping Brian more.
He was the one of the only cooks for the whole place, and with the amount of people there were around here, he really needed the help.
They all disappeared into the back of the kitchen to start preparations for dinner.
You stood there watching over David who was still in the process of mopping the cafeteria floor.
You walked over to him, and sat on top of a nearby table as he continued.

He turned to you and looked nervous, “Did I do something wrong?”

You held back a laugh and shook your head, “No, you’re fine. Jesus, are you really that scared of me?”

It was honestly very funny to you, no one had ever been afraid of you as he seemed to be, whether or not he was playing it up to get on your good side, you had to admit that it felt good.

He nodded, “Well, you did threaten to kill us.”

“As long as you don’t give me a reason to, then I won’t. We’re all reasonable people here.”

He continued mopping the floor and you held small talk for a while. He was more tolerable than the other two, and even a bit likeable if you said so yourself.

“Can I ask how long you been here, ma'am?” He asked, looking over his shoulder.

You ran a hand through your hair, not answering.
Not because it was a question you didn’t wanna answer, but you honestly had to think about it.

“Almost 2 months.” You said after a bit of though.

“That doesn’t seem too long.”

“No, it’s not.”

“So..” He trailed off.

“So what?” You shrugged your shoulders.

“I’m not trying to be disrespectful, but are you… I mean, are you really Negan’s wife?” He said raising an eyebrow.

You clenched your jaw, wanting to get mad at this, but knew that it would be stupid you did.

“If what you’re asking is if I’m his real wife, then no. Any girl that comes here that Negan likes he’ll ask them to be a wife, and being one has benefits. He asked your friend to be a wife.” You said in a sour tone.

He could see the displeased look on your face.

“Sorry. I was just asking, because it seems like he has a lot, so I was thinking if you’re his actual wife, then I was wondering what your stance on that was.”

“I’m considered his favorite, and my stance is none of your fucking business, David.” You growled in a low tone.

He nodded quickly, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Just trying to make conversation. This isn’t the easiest situation to be in.”

“I know it’s not, but make it easier on yourself and not say things that could potentially get your head bashed in, huh?”

He shot you a nervous look, stopping what he was doing to see the serious look you were giving him, and he saw that you weren’t joking around or just giving him a hard time.
Life at the sanctuary, plus the countless things you’ve had to endure were hardening you.
You quickly dropped your gaze from him, you knew you were probably being too harsh on him at that time, but you couldnt help it.

“My apologies, ma'am.” He said slowly, sticking the mop back into the bucket.

He had finally got finished mopping the entire room, and you looked over it carefully, looking for any spots he would have missed.
Because you knew what Negan would say if the shit wasn’t perfect.
He’d be on your ass, more so than the new ones since you were the one in charge of them.
But everything looked fine and you turned back to him.

“How does it look?” He asked with a weak smirk.

You gave him a crooked smile, “It looks just fine. I guess you’ll get your points for the day.”

“Is this what I’m gonna be doing everyday?” He asked.

You shook your head, “Not necessarily, you’ll do whatever work is available.”

“How would I go about getting a gun?”

You shot him a hostile look, “What?”

“Like you, is what I mean. Your job seems better, how can I do something like that?”

“That’s something you’re nowhere near trustworthy to do. It’s something you have to earn the right to do. Best you can hope for is gathering supplies.” You said with your eyes narrowed.

“Well, I’ll do that then.”

“We’ll see.” You crossed your arms.

The door to the cafeteria as Dwight appeared from behind it, looking to you, “Hey (Y/N), how are the new ones doing?”

“They’re fine, Dwight. Can I help you.”

“Yeah. Negan is going on a run, he says they should learn to scavenge for him.”

“The other two are helping Brian in the kitchen, you know he needs the help. But this one-” You pointed to David, “is free.”

Dwight nodded, “Alright, let the boss know about the others. Bring him with you.” He said before exiting the room again.

You turned to David, “It looks like it’s your lucky day. Ready for a field trip?”

“Where to?” He asked, running a hand through his beard.

You rolled your eyes, “Wherever the fuck we can find shit at, now come on.” You said, walking out of the room, motioning him to follow.

The vehicles were gathered out front as they usually were when there was a run to be made.
You kept an eye on David as you walked over to them.
You spotted Arat standing near one and she waved you over to her.

“Out and about, I see.” You said happily to her.

She was beaming from ear to ear, happy to finally be out of the infirmary, with her gun back on her hip.

“Yeah, about damn time, too. I missed this.” She said in relief.

You nodded, “Tell me about it.”

She noticed the man standing near you, “Where are your other two tag alongs?”

You chuckled, “Kitchen duty. I’ve found them a job helping Brian.”

“Good. He needs it. I don’t like the girl.” She said, propping her arm against the truck.

“We’re on the same page then.”

You could hear Negan approaching from the slew of loud obscenities that were heard, he wasnt even angry, that was just Negan.
You and Arat turned towards the voice to see him walking out with Simon.

“Keep this shit in fuckin’ line.” You overheard him say to someone as he made his way closer to you.

You smiled as he walked in your direction, he had the usual sly smirk on his face, and Lucille perched on his leather shoulder, but dropped her to his side once he was in front of you.
He looked over to Arat and David and sucked his teeth.

“Do you two fuckin’ mind? I’d like a goddamn word with my wife.”

Arat nodded and made her way to the other side of the yard and David walked away nervously a couple of paces before he stood very still, not knowing where to go.

“Christ.” Negan said looking over to him, “Kind of a nervous motherfucker, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, he’s nervous that he’s gonna be killed.” You said, looking over to him.

Negan chuckled, “Well, I can’t fuckin’ blame him for that one, especially with you looking over him.”

“Right. Look who’s talking. I told him if he didn’t give me a reason, there’s no need to be nervous.” You said, looking up to Negan.

He licked his lips as he looked back down to you, “It’s the fuckin’ truth. I don’t like nervous motherfuckers though. They have a fuckin’ tendency to fuck up quickly.”

“Then you’re gonna be thrilled when you hear that he wants to have a job like mine.”

Negan shot a look over to him, then back to you with his eyes narrowed, “Fuck that shit. How the fuck do you know, darlin’?”

“He told me.” You said.

“And what the fuck did you tell him?” Negan began clenching his jaw.

“I let him know he’s not truthworthy for that.” You said quickly.

Negan’s expression finally softened, “Good fuckin’ answer, babydoll.”

“I was gonna tell him that anyway. I wouldn’t trust him with a gun right now, same as you.” You grimaced thinking about the amount of scars you had already collected since you’ve been here, with your luck, if David had a gun he’d probably shoot you first.

“How are the other two?” He asked, cocking his head.

“So far they’re compliant with me. But they could change at any time.”

“You seem to be doing fine so fuckin’ far. New arrivals are like problem dogs, they have to be fuckin’ trained, baby.” He said, giving you a smirk.

“I didn’t need to be trained.” You answered, biting your lip.

Negan gave a chuckle and closed his eyes to take in a breathe, “Darlin’, I’ve pretty much fuckin’ learned that I’ll never be able to tame you. I can punish you, but I fuckin’ know you’re unbreakable.”

“Does that bother you?”

“No. It just reassures me that you’re my fuckin’ favorite wife.”

You smiled and dropped your head for a moment before looking back up to him.

“Look, just keep him the fuck in line when we go out there.” Negan said with a nod towards David.

“I will, Negan.”

He gave you a wink and propped Lucille back onto his shoulder, before stepping over to the truck.
You gave a whistle to David to signal him back over to you.
After everyone was situated you got into the truck with Negan, making David sit in the back compatment, where the supplies would go.
Negan didn’t want him sitting up front with either of you.

“He’s fuckin’ scared of you.” Negan said, almost to himself.

You looked over to him, “I know he is.”

Negan cut his eyes to the side to look back at you, “Yeah, he is. But I’ve fuckin’ noticed he looks at you like he might have a fuckin’ crush, darlin’.”

You held yourself back from smirking.
The thought of David having a crush on you made you smile, because you could see the slight annoyance on Negan’s face at the thought of another man having a thing for you, and God forbid if he let the thought of another man having you crossed his mind.
You loved seeing Negan’s jealous side, especially when it was over you.
His protectiveness and feelings for you came out when he got jealous and you loved it.

You rolled your eyes a bit, “Christ Negan, he just got here. I doubt he wants to throw me down a fuck me already.”

Negan shot you a dangerous look.
He didn’t have to speak, you knew that look well.
It was his signature look that said, 'Watch what the fuck you’re saying to me.’

“Darlin’, stop rolling your goddamn eyes.” He said wrapping his fingers into your hair, pulling you towards him.

You sucked in a small breathe at the sudden annoying pain that always happens when he pulled your hair without warning.

“Alright, alright.” You whined back.

“Please, don’t fuckin’ forget that I still fuckin’ run things around here.” He growled softly.

“Yes, Negan.” You nodded back, biting your lip.

After a while of riding, you finally arrived into a small, desolate neighborhood.
It was the usual drill; get out and gather whatever useful supplies that you were able to find, put them in the trucks, and get the hell back to the sactuary.
You all exited your vehicles and spread out, going to different houses.
Negan watched you as you and David made your way into a small two story house.
You could see him, his grip tightened around Lucille, and his eyes narrowed into his usual angry, sexy stare that he always seemed to give you.
You and he were in an intense staring competition for a moment, until you reached the door of the house.

“Go ahead in.” You said to David, breaking your gaze from Negan’s.

“But I don’t have a weapon.” He turned his head quickly, giving you a look.

You took a breathe, “Well, you better hope there’s something in here you can use.”

David shook his head and walked in first without much more protest when he caught a glance of the gun in your holster.

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Marry Me

REQUEST: Can you write a Seb x reader imagine where he usually wakes up before the reader but this time reader woke up first and he finds her dancing wearing just his shirt in the kitchen making him breakfast and she doesn’t notice him there and he realizes how lucky he is to have her and he proposes or something with a lot of fluff please

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Sebastian was an early riser. Always had been.

When he woke up that Wednesday morning, he was extremely surprised that you weren’t right there next to him. He normally woke up before you and was often given the task of trying to get you out of bed. You loved your valued sleep time.

Rolling onto his back, he lied in bed and wondered if you had left to do something that morning. He couldn’t remember if you mentioned that you had an errand to run or anything.

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He’ll Pay

(gif belongs to of-badges-and-guns)

Title: He’ll Pay

Pairing: Pride x Reader

Word Count: 2,244

Warnings: Implied sexual assault, angst, and sad fluff

A/N: ***I WILL BE POSTING AN ALTERNATE ENDING LATER***  I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3 I love you all so much! <3 <3

As you walked into the squad room all dressed up for a blind date, you got looks from your team.  All of them looking you up and down with wide grins of approval.  You were lucky to close a case early enough in the evening to still go on your date.  You had forgotten your phone at your desk.  It was on your way to the restaurant anyway.

“Wow look atcha [Y/N],” LaSalle mused.  “Goin’ on some special date?”

“Yeah, I just forgot my phone at my desk,” you replied.  “My friend set me up on a blind date with one of her friends.  It’s a new thing for me, but I’m excited nevertheless.”

“Ah’ve never seen ya so dressed up [Y/N],” Pride joked as he walked into the room.  “Is there some special occasion?”

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These requests were tricky, even when merged. I couldn’t see Steve and Bucky fighting, least of all over a girl. By the time I fleshed it out into something plausible, I’d written a 12 part series. Literally. It’s sat in a Word document waiting for me to edit it. I’m super proud. So @all-nerds-here and @avengers4ever, consider this the beginning of a Bucky x Reader series. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: Could you write another Bucky fic plz? Where the reader is an “old soul” and listens to ‘40s music and likes vintage stuff. Bucky meets her when shes listening to music and thinks shes cute and tells Steve about her and they start fighting over her

could you do a request for me? … Could you do a Bucky x reader where Bucky, Steve, and the reader knew each other back in the 40s, but then when Bucky and Steve are in the current century they think she’s dead, but they run into each other after all this time and they compete for her but she falls for Bucky?

Civil War (Part 1)

Captain America’s shield was iconic. Any decade, with any person, the infamous red, white, and blue resonated with many and strikes fear into the hearts of the rest. He was legendary.

Steven Rogers, on the other hand, was known by few, and that’s just how he liked it. When he picked up his shield, he was Captain America and the world knew him, but when he stepped away from the fame, he had only his close friends; the best of those being Bucky Barnes.

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BAD TEMPER + masterlist + part II


Request: One shot of kylo falling in love with someone that has an even worse temper than him

A/N: So this ended up being much more longer than I expected? Oops! Anyways, enjoy my lovely kylovers :)

Word Count: 4.8K+

Warning: Profanity


It must’ve been unheard of to have someone on the Resistance to have a strong temper–it wasn’t like you destroyed the place when things didn’t go your way–but you were pretty verbal, and when it came to war and being on the battlefield, it was as if the enemy saw the devil in you as they cowered in fear. It was, without a doubt, a fact that you were one of the Resistance’s best soldiers to date. Though, you weren’t Force Sensitive nor were you a ‘helluva pilot’, you were exactly what the Resistance needed when it needed a role model. Your presence was intimidating, you held your ground awfully well, and your integrity was high. It was no wonder the general decided to recruit a person like you.

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Jack Gilinksy - When You Go Down

The rest of the guys were out, and they’d be out for a few more hours. Jack was tired, you could see it in his face and the way he acted. You were just chilling on the balcony out side of his apartment, no one else was out there and no one below you could see. An idea ran through your brain, no, you couldn’t, but that little voice in your head wouldn’t go away. 

You moved, off your chair and into Jack’s lap. You weren’t having a conversation or talking in general, maybe a few words here and there, really just admiring the view above LA.  You sat sideways on Jack’s lap, easy for you to move and easy for you to get him turned on. You lent your body into his chest, putting your head on his shoulder and kissing down the side of his neck. He let out a pleased sigh, but didn’t move his hands away from your leg and hip. You moved your hands up to his bare shoulders, leaving one hand there while moving the other down his chest and abdominal area. You left that hand on his abs, while you continued kissing his neck. The hand that was on his shoulder moved to his cheek, pushing his head so he was facing you where you could kiss him and let his tongue invade your mouth. 

It wasn’t long until you broke the kiss off and got off Jack’s lap. Moving to your knees in between his legs. Your hands reached for the top of his jeans, as you unbuttoned and unzipped them open. He raised his hips while you pulled both his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. You didn’t bother taking them off completely as Jack was already upright. 

You spat on your hand and moved it to his member, taking a hold of it and moving your hand up and down a few times. You built up the spit in your mouth, avoiding swallowing for a minute or so. You moved your lips over and around his member, moving your head down slowly. You moved your head back up to his tip with a slight suck, as your tongue ran along the bottom of his dick, feeling every ridge and vein. 

His head went back and a loud groan fell from his mouth. You continued the motion of down and up with your hands supporting yourself on his thighs. The moans and groans flowing from Jack’s mouth, telling you he was getting closer and closer to his climax.

You looked up to see Jack’s face, he was squinting, trying to keep his eyes open when they so badly wanted to be closed. You could see the slight smile on his face as his tongue came out to lick his top lip. You moaned around his member, sending a vibration through his body. His head went back and he was panting, his hands griping onto the chair arm tightly. You felt him twitch inside your mouth as a loud groan left his mouth. He repeated your name over and over as he came into your mouth. 

You gladly swallowed, and pulled off his dick with a pop sound. His hand moved into your hair at the back of your head as you stood with your hands on the chair arms. He pulled your lips to his, kissing you harshly, but sweetly. When you pulled away you heard the door click and the voices come in through the apartment, Jack pulled up his boxers and jeans as you went and sat on the chair where you were sitting before. 

*Not my gif, but my writing :)