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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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Hello, everyone! We’re already halfway the program and this blog is only two months but since I just hit 2k today I wanted to say thank you for liking my shitty gifs, sending requests, asks and just being overall friendly! 

Now I’m going to name some of my favorite blogs that are pd101 related and made this season more fun, follow them if you want more pd101 in your dash!

@fyboys101 / @lai-guanlin / @broduce-101 / @softsnuper / @ong-seong-wu / @broduce101boyz / @choigiraffe / @yougnmin / @lai-kuanlin / @binsmoon / @jinyeon / @jeongsewoons / @park-woojin / @donghans / @kentadeservesbetter / @park-woojins / @jongibugi / @peudyu101 / @im-youngmin / @misckpop / @fy-gwanghyun / @incorrectbroducequotes / @sewoonmyheart / @daewi

Well I decided to help myself feel slightly better and write some papa franku headcanons.
Enjoy some trash 😎

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Filthyfrank (Joji Miller) headcannons:

-He seems a little loose in the noggin in videos, but in reality he’s pretty chill and relaxed but with a splash of filthy.

-He’d probably teach you some cute Japanese phrases.

-But in reality they’re super inappropriate and probably will get you in a shit ton of trouble.

-(Like saying the word *ochinchin, and him telling you that it means you look lovely or some shit.)

-Getting frustrated with his lewd words he teaches you and ending up using them on him.

-(If they’re dirty enough it low key ends with sex)

-10/10 had a fight with him in the minimal Japanese you knew which was funny because you can’t even form full on sentences.

-If you are fluent in Japanese you both have a foreign language fight to the death until one or the other gives up.

-You guys have some pretty funny inside jokes with each other that confuses the shit out of everyone else that doesn’t know about it.

-Poor Ian and max are incredibly confused because you never tell them any of your jokes.

-The jokes being something stupid like you telling an elderly woman about your *ochinchin without knowing the meaning, and him finally telling you what it means.

-You freak out because of how embarrassed you feel.

-Apologizing profusely to the woman.

*since we’re this far and you’re probably confused on what the word means, it’s the child word for penis.
You’re welcome.

-You’re definitely a background character in his videos. Finally getting comfortable enough to want to be a main character.

-Joji gets super excited over this.

-You’re probably filthys girlfriend in most of his skits.

-Since you’ve been in so many of his videos, he decides to ask you to move in.

-His excuse is that it’ll be more convenient for videos, which you can clearly see through his lie.

-10/10 say yes.

-He’s totally geeking on the inside, but trying to stay super calm on the outside.

-He probably breaks his stoic façade and freaks out in front of you with that cute smile of his.

-You’re now a main face in most of his videos.

-The fans are excited to see a new face, and not knowing you two are dating yet.

-Bloopers, so many bloopers of you two breaking character.

-Joji finding those times absolutely adorable.

-Finally getting comfortable enough to have a reveal video about your relationship status.

-Actually being surprised about how happy most of the fans are for you guys.

-Non supporters get shut down by the supporters.

-When you’re settled at home, and hanging around, he’s super relaxed, it’s almost like a completely different person walked through the door.

-But that doesn’t mean he’s always calm.

-You guys, like every other couple, have their ups and downs.

-Sometimes Joji is in a shitty mood but doesn’t mean to take it out on you.
(you do it too)

-This leads to backlash and starting a short but heated fight, ending with you in either tears or an extremely red and angry face.

-But most likely tears, because he turns into a complete dick and says things that shouldn’t have been said, but so do you.

-You’re both hurting, so this means you both take time to yourselves.

-Relocating to different sides of the house, sometimes even completely leaving, walking the streets or taking a drive for a few hours.

-When you finally calm yourselves, it’s an awkward but meaningful apology, but will take a day or two for it to fall into place again.

-10/10 Joji gives the best “I’m sorry hugs”.

-Wtf am I saying, he gives the best everything hugs because they feel like home, they make you feel comfortable, safe and they’re warm.

-Speaking of warm, he’s a literal heater. Fuck blankets, just cuddle with him, I’m pretty sure you’d warm up in an instant.

-You both have poor circulation, meaning your feet are probably cold af.

-Can we say, warm fuzzy socks?

-Can we say, steal all of our boyfriends sweaters?

-He’s missing 95% of all his sweaters by now, low key doesn’t care because he likes seeing you wear them but puts the “it’s super inconvenient” façade.

-Has a folder in his phone dedicated to pictures of you and him. But most of them are you.

-His background is a picture of you, or a meme you and him laugh at a lot.

-If it’s a background of the two of you he most likely got heckled by Ian,Max or Chad(maybe all three) about the picture and that’s why he’s changed it to the meme.

-Low key whipped for you, especially when you’re sick.

-Like the one time you had a cold and you said it was fine for him to go out with friends because you could take care of yourself. You called him like an hour later saying you needed cold medicine, he left his friends to grab you some and bring it to you.

-They’ve never let this down, now there’s a running joke along his friends about how whipped he is for you.

-Tbh you guys have broken up once or twice.

-Every time it’s happened, he’d always drunk call you about how much he missed you or how depressed he was alone, without you or how quiet the apartment was without you there.

-You’ve been together since, because you were low key feeling the same, and it was hard for either of you to be away from each other for so long.

-It’s a really healthy and stable relationship.

So time for another ficweek, lutteo’s time again, this works as usual, you get two prompts per day you can choose whichever you like more and write it, or you know write both if you are a strong soul. This ficweek will be from  the 24 to the 31 of July and the tag will be #lutteoficweek. I really really hope you guys can participate either reading or writing. Also I wanna thanks pau ( @ac-ars) for the help with the prompts and sarita ( @aquietgirlsmess ) for the beautiful beautiful banner.

Day 1

“It’s raining and you forgot your umbrella so I offered for us to share but this was a mistake because you’re tall and I am not and the wind is blowing water in my face and goddammit get down here”

“You’re an exchange student and my family is hosting you, we might become just a little too close during your stay”

Day 2

“You are just sneaking into my house definitely too late for you to be here and my parents have no idea, what were you thinking?”

“You’re my roommate and it’s way past midnight and you’re talking about how the moon must feel insignificant because it borrows light from the sun and this is all very interesting but will you please shut up and go to sleep” .

Day 3

“Hello I’m your boss and you’re the new employee who just saw me shove an entire cupcake into my mouth.”

“My friend bet me 20 bucks that I wouldn’t walk up to a random underclassman and ask them to senior prom and I’m about to be 20 dollars richer and, no, that doesn’t invalidate the question, you’re actually really cute”

Day 4

“uhoh i’m dating my boss’ child and had no idea until i took them as my date to a work function” 

“You noticed me standing off to the side instead of dancing, and I told you that I can’t dance but you just gave me the flirtiest smile and said that you’d teach me, and who am I to refuse”

Day 5

When I asked you what you wanted to order, you said “you” and now I’m kinda blushing?? And you look mildly horrified?”

“We both came here to buy the same movie but there is only one dvd left let’s split the cost and watch it together I have popcorn at home”

Day 6

“You’re offering to give me a kiss if I buy your shitty fundraiser popcorn? Well, in that case…”

We stumble into the mirror of erised together. we look into it. neither of us know it’s anything special. we just see our reflections

Day 7

“My best friend is getting married to your best friend and we have to walk down the aisle together, I remember never really liking you but you look so good in this, wow”

“It’s very rude of you to make me fall in love with you. Inconsiderate, really.”

Bonus day

Fix it fic day (Where you fix one canon scene to you liking)

TATTOO.


Request: “i’m a tattoo artist and you’ve never gotten a tattoo so i sorta have to pop your needle cherry not that i’m complaining” au

A/N: First off, that gif is killing me and I thought it’d be nice to use as the cover ‘art’ for this fic because why not? Adam is hot and just look how nice his hair is! Thanks @glitterbras​ for the request, I think I went a little overboard…anyways, enjoy! [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 2.6K+

Warning: A few curse words.

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“Are you sure about this?” Rey asked as she looked over from the drivers seat, you fiddling with your thumbs as you sure as hell weren’t sure about this, but it was what you wanted and you’ve been dying to get a tattoo. “I mean, you don’t have to do it just because Poe, Finn, and I have one, we don’t mind-”

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The Maid : Part Seven

Summary : Lucy was a 24 years old lone survivor, in her path of survival and escaping death , she stumbled across The Saviors who took her to The Sanctuary, where she found shelter and food. But what she didn’t know was that the girl who always hated and bullied her at school, is one of Negan’s wives (Frankie ) and is about to turn her life into a living hell all over again!

Pairings : Negan x Lucy

Type : slowburn

Warnings : language- Negan being an asshole- violence

Dedicated to @negansmainwife

Taglist:
@bananasloths@lbonnell123
@yellatthetopofyourlungs

@i-am-negan-trash

@warriorqueen1991

@ryangoslingstanktop

@monicapernas

@negans-network

@magnoliagordo815

@negan–is–god

@jackythemoo

@mwesterfeld1985

@memphisgirl1977

@frozenhuntress67

@ask-kakashihatake

@jmackie1983

@pennyfranklin

@pinkykayley

@ladyhawk4133

Please let me know if you wether want to be tagged or untagged.

Link to previous chapters https://negansslowlyburn.tumblr.com/post/160386539143/the-maid

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Negan strode down the corridor in hasty confident steps , his firm grip was tight around Lucy’s arm as he dragged her behind.

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A Little Too Late Part 7

Title: A Little Too Late Part 7

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Characters: Gabriel, Balthazar, Castiel, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 1,326

Warnings: angst?

A/N: I’m finally back home. I’ve had a shitty day, so hopefully you’ve had a MUCH better day. Tomorrow is Satan Sunday! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

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Gabriel sat you down on your bed, sitting next to you.  “When you left your family for this life, it put you on a hit list [Y/N],” Gabriel informed you calmly.

“Okay,” you spoke, confusion evident in your voice.  “That comes with being a tracker and a hunter.  What does that have to do with my family?”

“They never told you anything did they [Y/N],” Balthazar spoke, his expression showing that he was irritated.

“We have much to go over,” Castiel stated, looking from Balthazar to Gabriel.


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Kiss Challenge #4: Kiss on the Forehead

words: 1282

“Elliot, I need you.”

Those words had interrupted yet another evening of Elliot tucked away in his apartment with Flipper. It was nearly eleven o'clock in the evening and, after an exhausting day of listening to Gideon ramble about how All Safe was going to crash and burn, he was unloading his mind. He had been scrolling through your Instagram and facebook feed looking for any updates surrounding your evening events, but no updates.

The phone call was also the reason he was standing on Coney Island, shivering from the ocean breeze. As he tugged his zipper further up, Elliot couldn’t help but think he should have worn something bigger.

He remained where he was wondering if it was the right time to disrupt your thoughts. You were seated in the damp sand, as close to the water you could be without the tide reaching past your toes. He spent the entire train ride over mind racing, trying to figure out any possible scenario that might have unfolded during the evening to warrant your phone call. Taking a seat alongside you, Elliot watched as you wiped at your nose before resting your cheek against your knees.

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Imagine -  Cas finding out about your self harm scars

Word Count – 1052

Pairing – Cas x Reader

Warnings – Mentions of self harm, self hatred.

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“Damn it! Ouch..” You grumbled to yourself, rubbing your wrist. “Is everything okay, y/n?” Cas asked from behind. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Wrists still healing from when I sprained it on the last hunt.” Cas took his hands and placed them over your wrist gently, trying not to cause you any more paint than you’re already in. “Oh no Cas, you don’t have to heal me I’m fine.” Your heart raced, remembering that’s the wrist with your self harm scars on it. Before you could say anything else your sleeve rolled up, showing what you did to yourself. Cas stood in shock and gave you a confused look.

“What is this? Did someone hurt you?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over them while you flinched away. “It doesn’t matter.” You mumbled, looking away from him. “Well it matters to me, y/n. Who hurt you? Does Sam and Dean have to –“ You cut him off. “I did.” He didn’t answer and just stood confused. “I hurt myself, Cas.” “I..I thought humans were supposed to avoid getting hurt.” ‘Yeah, well some people just deserve the pain, Castiel.” You snapped, turning your back and walking back to your room.

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You sat down slowly on your bed, sitting and thinking of what just happened. Sam and Dean found out about your self harm scars awhile back, realizing you always wore long sleeved clothes even if it was 100 degrees out. They got mad at first, but finally understood and promised not to tell Cas. The sound of your door knowing got you out of your thoughts. “y/n please, can I come in?” Cas mumbled behind the door. “It’s open.” You said softly, running your hands through you hair. He opened the door and closed it quietly. He walked over and sat next to you, bringing you into a big hug while you hugged back.

“I may not understand much about humans, but I can tell you’re hurting, y/n. Why are you hurting?” He asked softly. You sighed and stood up, thinking of what to say. “Have you ever felt guilty for someone’s death? I have. A million, million times. All those people we weren’t able to save on those past hunts? They were my fault. Maybe I took to much time doing my makeup and getting ready, causing us to be late, I don’t know. I also left my family for this life, Cas. I left my parents, my brother and sister.. You know what my dad told me? He told me don’t call. Don’t come and visit, don’t wonder about us,  don’t drag us with you. I used to be daddy’s little girl, and now it’s gone. I left my family, for this SHITTY life. This waking up every morning and wondering if this will be my last day, if this will be my last meal, my last shower, my last time seeing you and the boys… hell I wonder everyday if this will be the last time I ever see Sam, Dean AND YOU. I can’t lose you boys, ever. You guys are ALL I have. Not to help I think I’m fucking hideous, you and the guys are like sex gods and I’m a potato. I’m a failure, a stupid failure..” You looked down, sniffling and wiping the tears away. “I just want to be happy, Cas. I want to be me again. I want us all to be safe and happy and it’s like that’s to much to ask.”

Cas stood up and hugged you tightly again, so tight you thought you were going to pop. He wiped your tears away with his thumb and cupped your cheek. You looked up and noticed his eyes were watery too, was he really crying?

He looked down and kissed you lightly, not knowing if you would kiss back but when you did he deepened the kiss, feeling all of the butterflies in his stomach. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist, bringing you in as close as he could. “I might’ve not been able to save you before, but I promise I’ll try my best to save you till the end of time.” Cas said softly, running his thumb over your cheek. “Those death’s were not your fault, y/n. You couldn’t do anything to stop it, none of us could. Just remember you have saved more people then people who have died on those hunts, okay? For your family, that was their fault for throwing you out like that. They chose to not let you call or visit them. That was their mistake, because anyone would be lucky to be around and talk to you. I thank the lord every day for bringing you into my life. Same for Sam and Dean. Also you are no where near! ugly. You are beautiful, the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen. You make me feel warm and happy inside. Whenever I’d see you my heart would beat harder and harder, and my cheeks would get … pink? Dean would always make fun of me and call it blushing, so I guess that. Just your slightest touch gives me shivers, and oh my I don’t know how I could hide my feelings for so long.” He stopped and took your hand in his, then looked at you with a smile. “I know this life is hard, I know we will have hard times, but as long as I have you by my side, I’m okay.” He finished his speech by kissing your scars gently, making your heart skip beats as you watched and smiled, feeling a few tears roll down your cheeks but it wasn’t sad tears, it was happy.

You and Cas didn’t realize Sam and Dean standing in the door way with tears in their eyes and a smile on their face. “Oh.. did you two hear all of that?” Cas asked awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. “Every single bit, we’re so happy for you both.” Sam smiled, giving you and Cas a hug. “I told you you’d win her, buddy.” Dean smiled, hugging you both also. “I’m a lucky winner.” Cas smiled to himself, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and kissing you softly while Sam and Dean made fake gagging noises in the background, but you didn’t care. You were happy, finally.

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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 21

Summary: You and Negan seem to be back to square one, but bigger problems come to you when you go out on a run with Arat.

Warnings: Things are about to start taking a violent turn, and some material may get darker. If this could be triggering for you, read with caution.

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“But, with time, one has encountered many of the monsters, and one is increasingly less terrified of those still to be met.” - Kay Redfield Jamison

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When morning finally came, you were already up, having only gotten a few hours of sleep here and there, you were exhausted.
But deciding you didn’t want to lay in bed anymore, you got up and got dressed, collecting your gear and sliding on your boots on before exiting the room.

You still felt pretty shitty from what had transpired the night before, you were determined to not let it overtake you.
you were never the type to wallow in your own misery and you didn’t plan on starting now.

As you left you glanced over to Negan’s door.
It was closed, as it usually was, but it crossed your mind whether he was inside or not.
It even crossed your mind to just walk in, but of course you didnt.
Hell, you wouldn’t even know what the next move would be if you were to go in.
You shook your head at the thought and headed downstairs to start the day.

As you made your way into the yard, you could tell that some of the Saviors were getting ready to go out on a run, they had brought some of the trucks around and were waiting at the gates for further instruction.
You walked up to everyone, you wanted to go, getting out of here for a while is exactly what you needed.

There was a firm tap on your shoulder from behind and you turned quickly with a less than cheerful expression across your face.

“Jesus, what’s wrong with you.” You heard Arat say as she stood behind you.

The smile she had on her face faded as she saw you.

Your hard expression softened as you saw that it was only her, “Sorry, Arat. I thought you were someone else.”

You nodded, “Trouble in paradise, huh?”

“I think you mean the seven circles of hell.” You sighed and rolled your eyes.

She snickered at your wisecrack and shook her head, “God, you sound like him.”

You shrugged your shoulders.
Maybe you were more like Negan than you realized, but you didn’t see why it mattered and frankly, you didn’t care.

“What are you doing today?” You asked, wanting to change the subject from him.

Arat began walking over to one of the trucks and you followed beside her.

“I’ll probably go out and just check out surrounding areas, maybe pick up a few small things if it’s worth bringing back.” She answered.

“Do you mind having some company?” You asked, almost desperately.

You really wanted to get out for the day.

She looked over to you, seeing the look in your eyes and nodded, “Sure. I don’t mind it, I can tell you need it.”

“You have no idea.” You breathed.

You hoped to make it out of the compound without seeing Negan, but of course that wasn’t possible.
He was already out walking around, looking over everyone, giving them one reason to make him angry today.
You could tell he was still pissed.
The scowl on his face looked like it was set in stone.
The only time it looked like it softened a bit was when you saw Sherry walk up to him, they whispered something to eachother and you already knew what it was probably about and you didn’t wanna think about it.
But you did think about how accurate your aim would be from across the yard if you decided to shoot just her, you shook your head at that thought, too.

It seemed like you really were like Negan after all.

You tried to pretend like you didn’t see it when he leaned down to kiss her, grabbing her ass.

“He’s just trying to rattle your cage.” Arat said as she noticed you staring.

You were glad she interrupted you, because time she did, Negan looked over to the both of you with a smug grin spreading across his face as he walked toward the both of you, you turned your head away from his gaze.

“What’s the word, Arat?” He said in his deep tone as he adjusted Lucille on his shoulder.

He barely looked at you, but ocassionally glanced in your direction without a whole lot of interest.

“I’m going to check the surrounding areas, the usual stuff. And bring back anything useful.” She said plainly as she stood in front of him, like a solider waiting for orders.

He nodded, “Cool. Get the the fuck to it.”

Negan took a few steps to stand in front of you and you looked at him through the corner of your eye, not wanting to fully look at him.
Negan noticed Arat was still there and shook his head.

“Do you need a goddamn invitation to leave, Arat? This isn’t Sunday afternoon at the fuckin’ country club.” He snapped at her.

“No. No, sir, but (Y/N) was gonna-”

“She’s gonna fuckin’ go with you, huh?” He cut in.

She nodded back.

“Well, I’m gonna need to have a fuckin’ talk with her, because this is the fuckin’ first I’ve heard of it.” He said with an annoying smile.

You didn’t think that it was that he really cared, he just needed another way to control you.

You looked over to Arat and gave her a slow nod, she walked away quickly over to the group of men who were all waiting for their own orders.

“So what? You’re fuckin’ going out without me now, babydoll?” He said in a demeaning tone.

“Why does it matter to you? I mean, really?” You said, getting frustrated with him.

He sucked his teeth and his expression hardened again, “It fuckin’ doesn’t. Go ahead and make yourself goddamn useful, my lovely-fuckin-wife.”

You clenched your jaw, not wanting to make a scene out in front of everyone, “Don’t worry, I will. So, stay here with Sherry.” You said cutting your eyes to the building.

Negan cleared his throat calmly and before you could say anything else he had you pinned against the stone wall of the storage building, his pupils burning into yours.

“Darlin’, who in the actual fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He growled back into your ear.

“I’m talking to you.. Daddy.” You snapped back in a smart tone as you put emphasis on the word “Daddy”.

He pulled his head back to stare at you, but his expression was calm and that’s when Negan scared you, when he reached the point of anger to where his expression turned into a calm one.

He made an “o” shape with his lips.

“Jesus.. Nothing fuckin’ scares you anymore, does it?” He said as if he was almost impressed with you.

“No. Some things still do.” You said looking from him, to Lucille, then back to him.

He chuckled softly as he leaned up a bit, “Scared of me fuckin’ hurting you, doll?”

“In more ways than one.” You said bluntly, turnimg from him.

He grabbed your face and turned it to meet his eyes.

“Look at me when I’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you, babydoll. You don’t wanna be disrespectful, do you?” He growled sternly.

“No.” You said in a dull tone, keeping eye contact with him this time.

“You think I’d hurt you?” He asked, loosening his grip on your face.

“I don’t know, maybe you could.” You answered back, his eyes burning into yours.

“I wouldn’t do that.” He said in a firm tone.

“But you already fucking have.” You clenched your jaw tightly.

“Then go out with Arat if that’s what you fuckin’ want.” He said motioning over his head to Arat as she stood across the yard, waiting on you, “Clear your goddamn head.”

“I plan to.” You said back angrily.

He smirked at your expression of anger, now he was beginning to get really frustrated with your attitude and apparent “lack of respect”.

He licked his lips and leaned down to you, “Good. And maybe.. When you get back, I’ll let you do my fuckin’ laundry, darlin’.”

Your blood began to boil and the adrenaline started as the words escaped his lips, you fists were in a tight ball as you tried to compose yourself, and in that moment, you understood why Olivia had lost her cool and slapped him.
It took every ounce of strength to control yourself and not slap him in the same way she had, especially with Lucille propped on his fucking shoulder.

You took in a deep breathe closing your eyes and moved away from him before turning back around to face him.
He stood there, grinning smugly seeing at how much he really got to you.

“Of course, Negan. I mean, it’s your world after all, right? We’re all just fucking living in it.” You said with a fake smile, but with a growl in your tone.

You walked off slowly, not even bothering to glance back at him.

You met back up with Arat and you both headed off out into the world, leaving the sanctuary behind.

But of course you wanted to come back, you just needed to get away, even if it was only for a couple of hours.
You just needed to regain some dignity before Negan berated you even more over stupid shit to rip it away from you.

You had went out atleast a mile from the sanctuary, all while passing by abandoned buildings and a few walkers here and there.

Once the car finally came to a stop, you and Arat both exited it, preparing your weapons just in case of trouble and started walking down the long stretch of road to scavenge in a building that she spotted up ahead.
It was one that hadn’t been looted by the Saviors yet.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Negan?” She asked curiously.

You sighed, not really wanting to talk about it, but knew that talking about it was what needed to be done.

“Well, I told him I loved him last night, I just blurted the shit out and that turned out to be a fucking mistake on my part.” You said rolling your eyes.

You looked around to the woods covering the entire surrounding area and an eerie feeling crept into you, but you ignored it as best you could.

Arat shook her head, “Yeah, kinda figured that would happen if he found out.”

“I can see why you didn’t become a wife.” You shook your head.

Arat scoffed, “I didn’t take him up on it, because I don’t need him to take care of me. Especially when you add the fact that I’d be more inclined to take a run at you than him.”

You looked at her with a raised eyebrow for a moment, sort of confused.

She shifted her eyes to you and rolled them, “I’m gay, if you want me to be blunt.”

You nodded and turned your head back to the road, “You’re lucky then. Atleast you’re not head over heels for someone who doesn’t give a shit.”

“I think Negan gives a shit, (Y/N). But he’s a man, you know how some men are. He’s isn’t a romantic that’s for sure. But what can you expect nowadays?”

“Yeah, I know. It just fucking sucks, I have no idea how he truly feels.”

Arat shook her head and laughed, “If you haven’t noticed, the world we live in now fucking sucks. Honestly, fuck feeling emotions, they don’t hold any use in this world. They just complicate things and get people killed.”

You nodded back in agreeance with her, but not really wanting to talk about any of this anymore.

“I’ve tried turning them off, Arat.” You said plainly.

“Look, If you want my opinion, you and him were made for eachother.” She turning her head to you.

“How do you figure that?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

“Well let’s see.. You’re both stubborn, prideful and homicidal. So, that’s a fucking start and not to mention, severely jealous.” She said, giving you a serious look.

You smirked back and nodded, “Mm, sounds like my kinda date. The jealousy on my part doesn’t matter though, the other wives are still there.”

“Well, it’s like I said - fuck emotions - there’s no place for them in this world.”

“Easier said than done.” You said back calmy.

You both looked at eachother for a moment before dropping your eyes and continued walking in silence.

But that eerie feeling kept creeping up on you and Arat must have began to get some sort of feeling as well as you both slowed your pace.
You looked over to the woods to hear cracking nosies, like dry branches being stepped on.

You looked back to Arat and she gave you a nod as she pulled out a gun and you pulled yours out too.

You slowly walked to the source of the sound.
Your hands outstretched, ready to shoot.
The woods were dense and it was hard to see exactly where the source of the sound was coming from, but it got louder and just as you were about to go in deeper a horde of walkers came up.

You both backed up quickly.

“Shit. We need to take them out quietly.” Arat said in panic as she put away the gun and took a knife out.

“You can’t fucking kill them all with a knife.” You said urgently.

“I can atleast try.” She said in a determined voice.

She ran up to one of them, stabbing it in the skull and it fell to the ground with a loud THUD.

You kept your gun out and and held it up firmly, aiming at the heads of the corpses advancing towards you.
Arat stabbed another two, but there was no way she could do it all herself, that was made clear when one of them suddenly caught her by the side, trying to drag her to the ground.

“Arat!” You screamed, running towards her.

She yelped in fear as she tried stabbing at it and during a moment of struggle, she finally making contact with the knife as it collapsed ontop of her, pinning her to the ground.

You couldn’t wait, so you began shooting at the walkers immediately, hitting some of them perfectly and missing others.

Suddenly there was a barrage of gunshots that wasn’t yours or hers, hitting the corpses making them fall like dominoes one after the other.

“Jesus.” You growled to yourself as you dropped to the ground where she was, pushing the dead one off of her, and grabbing ahold of her shoulder and you both receded to cover behind an abandoned vehicle.

The shots went on for a few more seconds as all of the walkers now laid on the ground unmoving.
You both breathed heavily and looked around, trying to find the source of the shots.

“What the fuck was that?” She said in a low, but fierce tone.

You shook your head frantically, “I don’t know. No fucking clue..” You trailed off as you peeked over the abandoned car you had sought safety behind.

You both sat there for a minute more, not wanting to move out of fear of being shot.
But you both began to crawl out and as you did you were met at gunpoint by atleast 20 or so men.

“Ladies.” One of the men said, holding a machine gun to your head.

He had short, dirty blonde hair and a beard.

You both dropped your heads and knew that this was the worst possible position to be in right now.
The crowd of men parted and you looked up to see another man approaching.

It wasn’t until he was in front of you that you recognized that it was Randy.

“Shit, never thought I’d see you two again.” He said as he smiled at both of you.

You dropped your head again and let out a sigh, trying your best to creep your hand up to your gun.

Afyer seconds of a quick debate within yourself, you tried to go for it, but before you could even get it out of the holster your arms were taken and you were being subdued by Randy’s men.
They slammed you up against the car holding you back and they got Arat too, taking her weapons.

Randy came up to you as he handed his gun over to one of the other men, “I was hoping I’d see you though. Are you still mad about what happened?”

“Fuck you.” You growled, narrowing your eyes at him.

He nodded, “Apparently so. I should probably be the one that should be pissed though. You did kill my girlfriend.”

“You fucking attacked me. Both of you did. You should have stayed around, you could be with her now.”

“Now why would I do that? How would I take over Negan’s place every if I was dead?” He said with a sinister smile spreading across his face.

“You’re not taking over.” You growled back.

“I will when he’s dead.” He laughed.

That made you snap and as quickly as he had said it, you spat in his face, licking your lips, smiling after you did.

Randy’s face changed as he wiped it, then looked back to you, “You goddamn bitch.”

He grabbed you by your shirt collar and threw you to the ground, giving you a swift kick, but it didn’t phase you, you tried your best to fight him back.

“She’s a fucking crazy one fellas. I think I’ll keep her for a while. Load her up, she’ll come with us.” He said calmly, as he rolled his shoulders.

“No!” Arat bellowed as she tried to fight her way out of the arms of the other men.

“What about this one?” Another man called out as he smiled, holding Arat back.

Randy took his gun back and without warning, let out a shot and it hit
Arat. She let out a pained grunt as she slid to the ground.

She had gotten hit somewhere in the chest.

You tried lunging out at Randy, cursing and crying as you did, trying to get ahold of him, you wanted to kill him more than ever.

“You motherfucker!” You yelled out as the rage coursed through you violently.

The men pulled you up before you could accomplish anything though, and no matter how much you fought, they were stronger than you.
All you could do is look back to Arat’s body as you were being drug away, with no idea where you were going to be taken, or if you were going to come back out alive.

Next thing you knew, you were handcuffed and thrown into the back of a van, you jerked your hands violently against the metal cuffs, tying your best to slip out of them.
You felt the dig in your skin as they began to cut into your flesh from pulling so hard, one of the men noticed and pushed you back into the side of the van wall, keeping an eye on you.

“The more you fight the worse it’s gonna be on you, bitch.” He growled as he pulled out a cigarette to light it.

You leaned back against the wall, knowing that there was nothing else you could do at that moment, you had to sit there as you were being taken away to who knows where.

You were stuck here with these fucking people and right now, you just wanted to be with Negan, atleast that way you’d be safe.
You should have never left that morning.

And with the way it was looking now, you weren’t going to see him again, and you might not even make it out alive if Randy decided to kill you.
There was no way you could defend yourself against his small army.

After a while, everything finally came to a stop as the man who was sitting in the back of the van finally opened up the back doors and hopped out, only to reach back in to drag you out of the truck, not even giving you a chance to get to your feet and with your hands cuffed you fell to the ground outside as he yanked you out.

“C'mon, keep the fuck up!” He said in a smart tone.

“You know that I fucking cant.” You growled back as you tried to get to your feet.

He grabbed you by the face suddenly and you tried pulling back, he looked you in the eye and you kept trying to pull back.
It reminded you too much of the way Negan would grab you when you caught an attitude and it was only okay when Negan didn’t it.

“Get your hands off me.” You growled.

“You got quite a damn mouth on you. I could think of a couple ways to fix it.” He said digging his hands into your cheeks.

You tried pulling back even harder from him.

Before anything else could happen, Randy appeared from around the van, he gave a loud whistle and the man immediately dropped your face from his grip.

“That’s enough, Mark.” Randy said, eyeing him intensely.

You glared back at Randy.

“But she’s being a bitch.” The man name Mark protested.

“So? Most females are.” Randy said, putting his hand on Mark’s shoulder to shoo him away from you.

He rolled his eyes and walked away before disappearing with everyone else.
Randy grabbed ahold of your cuffs and started to lead you to a small building.

It looked like you were at an old warehouse, it wasn’t very big, so that made you think maybe he didn’t have that many people behind him, which was good if it was the truth.

There was silence as he led you into a small shed like building next to the warehouse.

It was dark and had no windows.

He flipped a switched to turn on the lights inside.
There were bare stone walls on the inside and tile on the floor, he pushed you inside as he closed the door behind him, and leaned back against it.

You took in a breathe, “When are you gonna kill me?”

He snorted and shook his head, “Not right now, that’s for sure. What’s the point in outright killing you without making you suffer a little?”

You clenched your jaw and dropped your head, “How long have you been planning it?”

“Well, kidnapping you wasn’t the fucking plan, that’s for sure. I just wanted to outright attack the sanctuary, but I needed manpower for that.”

“Alexandria.” You said calmly.

“Yep. But I ended up just trading some guns with this weird fucker that was there. But how do you know about it?”

“Because I know.” You said plainly.

“And how the fuck do you know?”

You gave him an evil smile, “Because Negan and I killed off your old group. Vernon is the only one left and he’s suffering too, we kept him alive.”

“Too bad, but it really doesn’t make a difference now. I have you and once your ‘husband’ starts looking for you, I’ll have something to threaten him with: you.” He smiled, squinting his eyes to you.

“And what the fuck makes you think Negan would go for that?” You growled, balling your fists up in the cuffs.

Randy prowled over to you slowly, you back yourself into the wall as he got closer.

He put his face down next to yours and you turned away.

“Because (Y/N), you know Negan can’t stand to see someone else having playtime with one of his bitches.” He said moving a strand of hair from your face.

You snapped and head butted him as hard as you could, making him stumble back as he held onto his head, but caught himself before he fell.

“I’m getting real fucking tired of you, you fucking cunt!” He shouted venomously as he grabbed you by the throat and slammed you down into the ground.

You kicked at him as hard as you could, but we’re restricted greatly since you hands were still unusable.

He held onto your throat and squeezed.

“Stop, or I swear to God I’ll choke the fucking life out of you right here, right now.” He said, gritting his teeth as he pressed harder into your throat.

It reminded you of the first time he had tried to kill you with Amber, he had nearly choked you to death then, and with great protest, you decided to calm yourself and stop fighting back.

You laid there and panted as you looked up at him dangerously, wanting so desperately to be free and get your hands around his throat, wanting to choke him until you saw the light leave his eyes.

He brushed his hair back angrily as he stood up, his face was dripping sweat at the struggle you were putting up.

“Maybe you need some solitary. I was gonna be nice and take the cuffs off, but you can keep them on now.. Fucking bitch.” He said in a sharp tone as he opened the door to the outside and slammed it hard as he left.

You could hear him lock it from the outside as you slide yourself up against the wall and curled into the fetal postion.

Tears were trying to well up in your eyes and as much as you wanted to cry, you didnt.
You knew that now more than ever you had to stay strong if you were going to survive this.
Arat said there was no room for emotions and she was right.
You had to put all of that behind now and focus on surviving and how you could possibly get the hell out of here, or either die trying.

Either way, you weren’t going to give up, you weren’t going to let Randy win.
And no matter what Negan had done or said, you were still loyal to him and you knew you’d die before you let Randy have a shot at him.

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This is my first Male!Reader fic so I hope it’s okay. I took inspiration from my Pony fics and hoped for the best (as @imagine-that-marvel herself recommended). It got a little suggestive at the end and Tony is just a big bashful puppy. Natasha gives no shits. Thank you for the challenge, @anime-dillon88. I missed out the reader having powers unfortunately - you can just presume they’re a techie or something - and the most plotting that the others did was Tony and Nat pushing Steve right into the reader’s arms and then locking the door. That counts, right? Ah well, enjoy!

Prompt: Do you take request that are gay? like StevexReader(male) if so could you do one where the reader (with powers (your choice)) has just joined the team and the reader and Steve have feelings for each other ( and it is painfully obvious to the rest of the team) but neither of them know how to express their feelings so the team starts to plot. You can take it from there I’m sure, please and thank you.

“A Lesson in Temperament”

“Can you…” Steve dug his fingers into his temples, “Can you not touch those please?” He asked.

“I just need to borrow this one thing.” You muttered, rifling through the files that were organised on the table.
“Okay but there’s a system-”
“Never mind, I’ve found it,” You declared. “Honestly, how do you find anything in this mess?” You chuckled, nudging Steve with your elbow before skipping away. Steve was positively fuming. It had taken him a good few hours to organise those files and now they were mixed up again.

Red in the face, he stormed after you, snatching the paperwork out of your hands before you could leave with it.
“Can you not take anything seriously?”
“Oh, calm down, cupcake. You’re overreacting.”
“Overreacting?” Steve yelled. You rolled your eyes, provoking him further. “Overre- There was a system.”

“You and your systems!” You shouted back. Natasha, who was sat nearby, looked up from her tablet at the sound of the ensuing argument. “Cap, you need to lighten up a little bit. Maybe get a hobby.”
“Reading files is my hobby. Not that you’d know. All you ever do is sit in your room and slack off.” You gritted your teeth and folded your arms. “Maybe if you attended a training session once in a while you’d respect what I do more.”

“Listen, time capsule.” You snapped, jabbing a finger in Steve’s face. “The only respect you’re getting from me is that I’d give the elderly. Let me know if you ever need help crossing the road or using a computer.”

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Andy Biersack Imagine (I suck at titles lol)

“You and Andy would be so cute together!”

“Oh please, not again…” You chuckle lightly. Your friend had been trying to sit you and Andy up for weeks now. Andy had been one of your friends for a few years now and you wouldn’t do anything to change that.

“Oh come on! Y/N, I just feel the connection when you tell me you guys hang out, or every picture I see of you two! You can see the sparks and I swear I’m not the only one.”

“Everyone picks on me about it, but they know I never saw Andy like that.”

“Really? Not ever? Not once did you wonder what it would be like to have Andy as your boyfriend.”

“I…. well, like once or twice, but it wasn’t necessarily my fault, I had some weird dreams and I would woke up and wonder but, technically no.”

“That’s not what it sounds like.” You sigh.

“Seriously Y/N, its okay to admit you feel something with Andy, I’m not saying it because I’m judging you, Andy is a smoking hot babe, there, I said it. We all know Andy is really attractive.”

You knew this, all this information she was saying was just a repeat of the lecture she gave you about every 2 weeks.

“I know he is, he is attractive and the girl that he decides to go with is going to be one lucky girl, listen Y/F/N. You tell me the same stuff every time we have this talk about Andy. You tell me it’s okay to admit I feel something, I tell you that no matter what, Andy will always be my friend and that my past relationships ruined the friendship I had with them because when I didn’t feel the same, shit got awkward. You tell me that it’s different with Andy, that Andy wouldn’t make you feel awkward and I tell you it’s not that simple to face a guy that confessed his whole love for you and to call them friend again, you tell me that I have to feel something and give me examples, like when Andy took me to prom because I had no one, like when Andy hugs me a lot, or does little favors for me. It’s all just friendly stuff.” You finish your little rant and took a deep breathe. You were hoping you didn’t sound that rude, it just got tiring to have to keep repeating yourself.

“Y/N, I’m not trying to force you into a relationship with Andy, I’m just telling you what I know. When I say Andy isn’t the guy to make things awkward, I don’t mean if you tried a relationship and things didn’t work. Andy clearly likes you, but he’s not going to make a move because he doesn’t want to hurt you because he cares and loves you. It’s really sweet. He knows you better than I do, and I’m your best friend. He knows that all your previous relationships went sour and you felt like you couldn’t speak to them afterwards being it was too awkward, and that’s why Andy wants to make sure you’re ready. He doesn’t want to lose you because things get awkward. He is such a sweet guy and I just wish you would see just how much he does for you, the look he gives you, and stop being clueless. Don’t forcefully push away feelings, because that’s straight up unhealthy. Now, you don’t have to listen to me, but just think back to all the stuff he does for you, think about your connection with him. I understand it’s scary to risk losing such an amazing friend for a relationship, especially when you have such a perfect connection with them, but you just need to know it’s okay.”

You sit there, processing the words she just told you. Unlike all the other times she had talked to you, it was like something in her speech registered in your brain because you didn’t feel a need to deny what she just said. Unlike any other time she had spoken to you about Andy, it really made you think about Andy.

“Hello, you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m just….”

“Thinking what I said because you finally realized I’m right? Nah, just kidding about the being right part. But for real, you are thinking about it, right?”

“Yeah, I mean…. Kind of. I don’t know. I really don’t. Listen, now that you put it that way… I wouldn’t mind being with someone like Andy, I mean… he’s perfection. But what the hell on world do you think he likes me for?”

She laughs. “You’re kidding. You’re seriously asking me why he likes you? Oh Y/N, you are really overthinking now.”

“What?”

“THINK ABOUT IT. I’m pretty sure Andy would take a bullet for you if it came down to it, that’s love Y/N.”

“I guess.”

“No, you know. You know Andy would do, hell he already does, anything to make sure you’re okay and happy. Isn’t that right? How many “bad days” have you had since you met Andy versus how many you had before?”

“I mean, a lot. He’s certainly changed me for the better, I’ve never really felt sad when he’s with me. He’s always made me feel like… someone cares. Someone cares for me. I feel important, wanted by Andy.”

“Exactly, that’s love Y/N, and you know it.”

“I gu- I…. I know.”

“Yep. Just think about that next time you two talk, okay? He’s just waiting for you to give him the sign that you’re mentally and physically ready for this, he doesn’t want to pressure you into something and ruin his chance. He’s waiting for the perfect time.”

“And I’m guessing I’ll know when.”

“Of course, it’s up to you. I gotta go, but just give yourself some time to think, alright? Love ya.”

“Mhmm, love ya too Y/F/N. See you later.”

You hang up and think about the conversation you just had. It was like she had knocked a hole into these walls you had built up about anything more than a friendship with Andy. You started to realize that maybe, just maybe she was right. You were nervous, you weren’t going to lie. Your past relationships were kind of shitty and it made you wonder if you even wanted one. But with Andy, you knew you could trust him, you knew you could be with him for the rest of your life and be happy. That’s when it clicked. You could be with Andy for your life and be okay with that. You were be delighted to spend your life with him. It’d be a nice adventure.

Speaking of the devil, your phone began ringing again and sure enough, it was Andy. You press the green answer button.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N.”

“Hey Andy, you’re just the person I needed to hear from.” You chuckle and suddenly you feel nervous, nervous? You had never felt that with Andy.

“Really? What’s up?”

“Oh nothing bad, I just… really wanted to talk to you.”

“Awh, well I’m free today, how about we go get something to eat? I’m straving.”

“Yeah, that sounds great, what at?”

“How about Claire’s diner, I meet you there in 20?”

“Sounds great, see you then.”

“See you.”

You hang up and get up quickly. You throw on a tank top and flannel, keeping on the jeans you had on and slipping on your shoes and head out the door.

20 minutes pass, you get to the diner early and pick out a booth in the back. You figured if you were going to bring up this whole thing to Andy, you wanted to in privacy.

For the first time in the years you known Andy, this was probably the most nervous you been. You had no idea what to say or how to say it. It was like waiting for the doctor to call your name out, nerve wrecking.

You hear the bell chime and see the tall and lanky boy looking around. You wave as he looks in your direction and he smiles, walking over to you.

“Hello love.” He sing songs, giving you a small hug before sitting across from you.

“Hey lanky.” You chuckle.

He smiles. “So, how was your day so far?”

You look down at your menu. “Pretty good, talked to Y/F/N for a while on the phone, you know she goes on and on.”

“She’s the one that always thinks we’re dating right? Comments all the kissy face and heart emojis on our pictures?” He chuckles and you force one.

“Yeah, that’s her. She’s determined that we’re soulmates.” You realize that you say it a little too jokingly and regret it.

“I wouldn’t mind that, you’re okay.” He jokes back, smirking.

“Okay? I’m the queen and you know it.” You strike a royal pose and he laughs.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” He shakes his head. “I’m a king, I could be the king to your queen, if ya know what I mean.” He wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh, shaking your head.

“How do you always make things sound so wrong?”

The waiter comes by and collects your orders and goes back, leaving you and Andy. You decide to keep hinting through Y/F/N, hoping he gets the hint.

“But seriously, she said we’re destined for each other. Every phone call I get….”

“She must like me then, we’ve only met a few times though.” He laughs, taking a sip of his drink.

“She knows ‘em when she sees ‘em, that’s how she met her boyfriend Damien. I remember when they first met, she told me “He’s the one for me, I know it. Just wait and see, this will be my longest relationship yet.” And almost 5 years later, they still are happy than ever. I’m waiting for him to propose to her anyday now.”

“Awh, that’s sweet. That’s honestly relationship goals right there.”

“Right? She’s amazing and in a way, I trust her with what she says, I mean, she hasn’t been wrong about things like that yet.”

“Really? So you think we might actually be soulmates?”

You shrug, suddenly your nervousness went away and you had this weird confidence.

“I don’t know, what about you?”

“I think we totally could be. I mean we’re both pretty damn awesome.” You laugh.

“No but seriously….”

“You’d be an amazing boyfriend.”

“You really think so?”

You nod, smiling. “If you spoiled her like you do me, of course.”

He chuckles. “I don’t spoil you, I just give you what you deserve.”

“Oh c’mon, I don’t deserve any of it. I don’t deserve having such an amazing person like you in my life, I got pretty damn lucky.”

“But Y/N, I AM the lucky one. Having someone like you in my life….”

You can’t help but smile and look down. Your orders arrive and you both take a break from talking to eat, afterwards, you both start walking out together. You get to his car and turn towards him.

“So, about our conversation…. Does your friend know something?”

“What?”

He sighs but smiles. “The way you described her talking about us, it sounds a lot like what I’ve told my friends, you sure she doesn’t talk to them?” You chuckle.

“Wait, so you actually talk about me to them?”

“Of course, you’re beautiful, lovely, sweet, funny, cute. They’ve been waiting months for me to make the first move and I’ve been too damn nervous, and plus I knew you were always iffy about relationships and I didn’t want to risk anything until I knew you wanted it, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because I know you do easily. But Y/N, now all my cards are on the table. Yes, I’ve liked you for some time now, and I’ve waited months to tell you, but if you’re not feeling it now, understand that I will wait for you as long as you need, I’ll always be here for you waiting because… I know that I want to be with you. And I don’t want you to feel pressured to say yes because I’m confessing my feelings to you. I just simply want you to know that I want you to take your time and I don’t want you to feel weird around me. I’m pretty sure you knew I felt something towards you all these weeks, but…. Yeah. I’m… I’m not sure what to say now, but there. You know everything now.”

You were speechless, but not in a bad way. You didn’t have those weird feelings like you did when everyone else confessed they liked you. Andy’s made you feel… different.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him tightly. He seemed shocked by your action but quickly hugged back.

“I appreciate you telling me because I wanted to and…. I don’t know, I kept telling myself that I didn’t want to ruin anything with you because…. Well it’s happened too many time before. But now… I’m willing to give us a chance because I have a strong feeling that this is what I want, I’m pretty confident that you are who I want to spend my life with. I have basically for the past few years and… I don’t know. I love you a lot.” You laugh at the last part and so does Andy.

You connect eyes and you quickly press your lips to his, his hands grip your waist and you smile. It felt right, nothing felt wrong and everything seemed to go in bullet time. After pulling away, Andy presses a kiss to your hair.

“So we’re official, eh?” He jokes.

“Yep, can’t wait until y/f/n hears about this.”

“Same with the guys. You want a ride home, girlfriend?” You laugh and smile.

“Sure, let’s go, boyfriend.”

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This is probably the longest imagine I’ve made, it’s about 2,300 words and I totally didn’t mean for it to be but I got really carried away. xD I hope you all like though, feedback is appreciated.

Got a Light? (anon request)

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The smell of rain always brought a soft sense of calm to Chato. It washed over every inch of his body, cloaking him in a blanket of security. It flowed into his lungs coursing through his veins with each soft breath he took. Although he wore a jacket, he was nearly soaked through. But, he didn’t mind. It made him feel safe.

Remaining where he stood, Chato concentrated on the darkened sky. He had initially stopped to admire the lightning dancing across the sky. That was nearly twenty minutes ago. However, he now found himself incapable of moving from where he stood for an entirely different reason.

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AN: I know I said that I’ll be writing and stuff… but the truth is that I didn’t have any time to do it but hey now i’m here and i can write. (Also my gilmore girls marathon took my soul away) If there’s any spellings errors i’m sorry but english isn’t my first language… and i’m sorry it isn’t smutt but I’m not really in the mood to write something like that so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted. Hope you like it anyway. [ALSO I REMEMBER THAT I HAD LIKE A FEW MORE REQUESTS BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON WITH TUMBLR THAT I CAN’T SEE THEM. SO I’M SORRY.] Anyways, here it is and requests still open and stuff. 

THE GIF ISN’T MINE. I found it on google oops.


Pairing: Steve x Reader

||I don’t own Steve Rogers or any of the avengers. They belong to Marvel.||

Requested by: anonymous
“Hello! Can I please request a Steve x reader where they both have a crush on eachother but are afraid to admit it because they are best friends but one day someone said something really shitty to the reader and Steve tries to beat him up and in order to calm him down she kisses him? Smutty ending? Thank you doll!”  


“Oh boy”

Since the day that you entered to the Avengers team because of your amazing skills with knifes and the fact that you could teletransport, you developed a friendship with everyone in the team but mostly with one person: Steve. You two had become best friends pretty easy and he was all “protect the lady” when it comes to you.
“Let’s have a night out!” Tony yelled at the team with a glass of whine in his hands.
“Again?” asked Wanda, looking really tired. “I don’t really want to go out you know…”
“Well then we’ll have a party here… it’s been a long time since the last one”
You laughed. “A week, it’s been a week Tony”
Steve that was sitting right by you smiled at you and and placed his hand on your knee, making your heart beat faster than usual.
“y/n is right… it’s been a week. But is not a bad a idea.”
The team looked at Steve surprised.
“Well well if the Cap. says so… LET’S HAVE A PARTY!”
***
Nat sat on your bed and waited for you to come outside the bathroom, she gave you one of her stunning dresses for tonight.
“So y/n when do you think the Captain will know how do you feel about him?”
You looked at her by the door of the bathroom. She knew that you had feelings for Steve, and she’s been the only one that didn’t tell him.
“I don’t know… how long can I keep it? Forever?”
You two laughed, and you stood outside looking for your shoes. The dress was dark blue and adjusted to your body just perfect.
“Well with that dress you could tell me anything and i’ll feel good honey” Nat joked.
You blew her a kiss and put on the shoes.
“I think in some weird way he already know… but I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“We’ll find a way”
***

The party had already started when you came down stairs, and quickly looked over to find your best friend. In the moment you found his eyes he smiled at you and started to walk to you.
“Here you are y/n. Well that dress looks just amazing on you.” Steve kissed your forehead.
“Thanks Steve”
He nodded and the two of you started to walk to the bar. The Captain didn’t drank that much but you, oh boy, you could have a million beers and more.
In a moment that he had gone God knows where, someone sat by your side and smiled at you, you smiled back just to be polite.
“Hey… I’m Arnold.” Drunk voice. Great.
“y/n”
“Yeah, I know… listen I wanted to come over here because oh man, let me tell you that that dress looks so good that I could just ripped it off with my mouth”
You choked with your beer and looked at him pale. That wasn’t just rude but disgusting.
“Excuse me?” You asked and he gave you a smile that you wanted to punch.
“Yeah, you heard me… so do you want to?”
One more time, that stupid smile on his face. You did had a few beers, and you were a bit drunk but that didn’t mean that you will come anywhere with that asshole.
“Hell no. I’ll have to… decline your kind offer” You sounded harsh.
The man beside you stood up angry and looked at you with disgust on his face.
“It was just a pitty thing to say you know? No one would date a chick who trows knifes you know. You’re not even pretty enough, not even a little.”
Oh. No.
The next thing came fast. Steve’s hand was on the guy’s neck lifting him a little bit, angry as hell. And your hands on Steve’s back so he wouldn’t do anything.
“Oh here we are, the Captain America, saving the stupid knife girl”
And a punch. A really hard one, blood over his fist and on the guy’s face.
“That’s it” you said and placing a hand on Steve’s arm you closed your eyes and dissapear with him.
You took the two of you to Steve’s room.
“He’s an asshole, how can he possibly think that he can talk to you like that? How can ANYONE think that they can talk to you like that? To you? To my girl? Oh no, I will come down stairs and break every single bone of his body becau” you kissed him.
It was happening, you were kissing him and he was kissing you back.
“Alright calm down Steve” Did you just said that i’m your girl?“
You smiled on his mouth.
"Yes. You’re my girl.”
“Oh boy” You laughed and he took you by your waist just to kiss you deeply.
And deeply became heated and heated became really heated. And now your dress was on the floor along with all of his clothes.
“Oh boy” he repeated your words and started to walk with you to his bed.
*******

Daughter  Jared Leto Imagine

Requested by Anonymous
Words: 5,382
Triggers/Warnings: Explicit language
Note: I’m so sorry to take so long to write it, I’ve been having writer’s block lately. I’m also sorry for naming the main character in this one, but I really needed. Feel free to insert your own name, I don’t mind at all. | Especial thanks to @jayded-dreams for helping me with the allergy stuff, you’re awesome hun <3

An AU where Jared has a daughter in 1997 at the sweet age of 25, being married for 2 years.

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Not To Give, Apparently

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Part Two of To Give Or Not To Give

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“So you’re really going to do this?” Liam murmurs as he fumbles with his keychain, sorting through every one to find his apartment key.

He doesn’t even give you the chance to answer as he picks out a single key and inserts it into the lock, his voice filled with rising excitement as he rewords his question into a comment. “You’re really going to do this.”

“I really am.” You mumble, glancing at his face as he turns the doorknob, pushing his weight against the door, a rush of warm air rushing out to envelope you as he stands to the side to let you pass by.

“After you.” Liam beams, his elation barely containable by his grin.

“Thank you.”

As you walk into the living room you hear Liam shut the door quietly, his footsteps echoing against the wooden floors of the dark and silent flat.

“I can’t believe you’re actually going to do this.” He repeats again, flipping on the lights of the living room as he slips off his shoes.

“It’s not like you would forget it. I’m staying with you for the next few days and if I know you at all, which I do, you would never leave me alone until I agreed. Better to do it now then to be tortured to the point of having to do it later.” You state simply, raising an eyebrow at Liam, daring him to even as much as neglect what you were saying considering it was all true.

He chuckles, nodding his head as he carelessly tosses his converse into the shoe closet near the entrance. “You know me so well that I could say you gave birth to me.”

“Accuracy on point, Payno.”

You focus on kicking off your own black and white pair of converse, suddenly becoming very interested in the scruff marks on the sides and a mysterious dark splotch staining the tip of your left sneaker, not wanting to meet his gaze.

You reached down, taking the hem of Liam’s tan sweater and pulling it up and over your head to leave you in your t-shirt, laying it down on the arm of the nearest sofa, not making any eye contact with Liam the entire time.

You can hear him shuffling closer to you and the lamp on the table close by dims, casting a warm glow over the room, all of the blinds drawn shut and any other source of light turned off.

“What are you doing?” You questions, casting Liam an odd look.

“Setting the mood.” He gives you a goofy smile, wiggling his eyebrows playfully as he sits down on the couch closest to you.

You smirk, gluing your eyes back onto the ground, the dark olive green and deep blue hues of color on the carpet under the coffee table gaining your undivided attention as he mumbles about how horny he’s been getting lately, telling you that he hasn’t been laid in months and that Woody–it being the stupid name he’d betrothed to his friend down under– was starting to become drastically lonely.

“If this all goes well and you wanna feel what I can give, I can assure you that you’ll have a friend in you.” Liam laughs.

You nod your head absentmindedly, giving anything your attention as long as it’s not him.

He notices, his voice faltering to a stop as he sees you messing with the cushion on the end of the couch, not laughing at his idiotic innuendos.

You see him scooting closer to you now, reaching up and touching your arm to ask for your attention.

“You okay?” Liam nudges you softly, looking up at you expectantly.

“Yeah.” You breathe, recollecting your sense of thought and nudging at the edge of the wool carpet with your socked foot. “I just…it’s nothing, really. Nothing important.”

Maybe you were lying; maybe it kind of is a bit important to you. It’ll sound dramatic and dumb, but at the moment, it was pestering you.

During the span of your life you had only ever given one blowjob, and from what the guy who had received it had said, it apparently hadn’t been very good. He hadn’t stayed hard for very long at all, either. The last thing you need is your best friend teasing you for the rest of your life because you didn’t know how to handle a dick, especially at the age you have.

One would think a nineteen-year-old would know how to give decent head, but you don’t really qualify as “decent” yet.

“Y/N.” Liam’s suggestive tone brings you to focus on him, his expression one of slight humor. “I’m your best friend. If there’s anything I know about you is that I can tell when your lying.”

His tone of voice mimics your own from before and you roll your eyes, shaking your head lightly as he snickers.

“Alright, sweetheart.” He says, beckoning your forward with a nod of his head as he pats his lap. “Come tell Daddy what’s the matter.”

You cringe at the pet name he’s assigned himself, a shutter running through your body at how strange it sounded being directed towards you.

You slowly make your way around the table, lowering yourself so you rest in his lap sideways, your legs stretched out before you on the length of the loveseat.

He looks at you, waiting for what you have to say, threading his fingers through your hair in an action to try and sooth you into him. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s that…I’ve only given a…you know…once–ever– and the guy I gave it to said I didn’t do a very good job. I know that if I do it to you and it’s shitty, you being the complete ass you can be sometimes, will never let me live it down.” You confess, letting out the entire weight of the situation in one big breath.

Liam stares at you with a stalk white expression for just a second, and then burst out laughing.

“That’s why you’re worried? Because you think I’ll make fun of you if I don’t like it?” He chuckles, shaking his head as he grins. “Babe, all you had to do was tell me. I’ll take you through the motions, alright? By the end of this playdate you’ll be a dick-sucking pro.”

His language makes blood rush to your cheeks as you feel him press a friendly kiss to your neck, setting his hands on your hips and pushing up gently to get you to stand up.

You watch as he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out his phone.

“What’s that for?” You ask outright, giving the phone a tedious look.

“Just setting it on silent. Wouldn’t want it to interrupt all our fun, now would we.” He suggests, setting the phone on vibrate mode.

You let out a nervous laugh, chewing on the inside of your cheek–something you so when you get anxious.

Liam tosses the phone onto the recliner across from him, letting the device slip from his mind without a second glance.

You continue to stand infront of him awkwardly, not sure of what to do.

“Alright, love. Welcome to Professor Liam’s Blowjob 101. I’m Professor Liam, obviously. I also go by–” he put a finger up as he lists off every name, wiggling them in the air for emphasis–“Daddy, Sir, Your Honor, Your Great Dickness, Your–”

“Okay!”

He lets out a laugh, nodding. “Okay. Any of those–preferably Daddy but whatever wets your panties. Anyways, we’re going to begin. Lesson Number One: More is Better.”

Liam runs a hand through his hair, leaning further back into the cushioning of the sofa to get more comfortable as he teaches. “When giving oral stimulation, it’s not just the mouth-to-genital act that matters, it’s everything that comes before that makes for the receiver’s ultimate pleasure levels to rise beyond compare. Just like regular sex, the subject needs to be prepped and ready before you begin.”

You try your hardest not to snort as Liam’s demeanor switches to one of seriousness, his vocabulary expanding so that it sounds like you’re in an actual college class and passing this lesson weighs whether you’ll succeed in life. In a sexual stance, it really will decide whether you have a great sex life in the future or not. How interesting.

You feel Liam’s larger hand slip into yours and he lightly tugs you forward, sliding his hand to the back of your thighs and pulling you to straddle him.

A fluttering sensation rises through your body from where his warm fingers gently dig into the flesh of your legs, the heat of his own skin passing through the denim fabric of your jeans as if you weren’t even wearing them. You become even more aware of his contact as his hands station themselves back at your hips, his thumbs sliding under the edge of your Rolling Stones t-shirt, his touch warmer when it’s actually skin-to-skin.

Your body shutters involuntarily at the affect he’s having on you, yet he’s unaware of how flustered you’re becoming.

“Foreplay is always the best part. It’s what ignites the flame inside the guy that makes him want more. Not only that, but since you get a chance to really make him hard, it gives you more power over him when the actual act comes into play. It’s a two-for-one deal.” Liam states, his legs shifting under you to allow him to accommodate his body to yours.

All his moving makes you tilt forward, your hands instinctively slapping down onto his shoulders to keep yourself propped up.

“Whoa, don’t get too rough yet.” He teases, referring to how hard the desperate impact of your hands had affected him. “Save that for later.”

You mumble an apology, your fingers smoothing over the broad muscle of his upper body to get a better grip on him.

“Okay, baby.” Liam says, looking up at you and giving you a cheeky smile, the nickname causing your stomach to twist. Liam always calls you pet names similar to this one, but considering the position you were in now, the name took on an entirely different meaning–a more upgraded form of affection then just a regular friend would give.

You doubted he saw it the same way, but you interpreted it in said form.

Your eyes wander down to his lips, following the curve of his Cupid’s Bow, the durable skin tainted a mesmerizing shade of pink do to the cold weather you two had just come in from. You bite back a moan as his tongue slides out, wetting the area and making them look more flushed than they already are. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, making the aching between your legs grow at how incredibly tempting he is making himself look. Whether it’s on purpose or not, the area inbetween your legs is beginning to become uncomfortably hot.

“Go.” His voice rings out in your ears, bringing your attention up from his lips to his eyes. He looks at you as if waiting and it clicks in your brain that he had told you to do something, but since you hadn’t been paying attention, you aren’t sure what he means.

“What?” You asks stupidly, sounding garbled and surprised, causing him to laugh.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to dry hump?” Liam questions, his voice filling with fake horror as you stare at him blankly, his words not quite reaching your brain yet due to how disoriented you had become before.

“I-I do.” You stutter out, nodding your head several times to try and get the point out into the open.

“Well then, go. Woody’s waiting.” Liam quips, throwing the area where both of your bodies are connecting a suggestive glance.

When you don’t act immediately he takes it upon himself to help, his hands slowly pushing your hips back away from him and then pulling forward, causing friction between both of your middles.

The feeling of having him under you and willing finally kick-starts your brain, your body finally understanding what it has to do as it begins to rock faster, mimicking what he had been helping you do.

He lets his arms go slack beside him, the feeling of your dampening core rubbing against his crotch finally soothing his want. He lets out a low moan, his head lulling back as his cock begins to grow beneath you, encouraging you to continue your actions.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as pleasure starts to spark in your lower region, a small mew of bliss escaping your parted lips.

You’re practically starting to bounce, rutting against him to keep the incredible sensation bubbling in the pit of your stomach and to keep hearing him give the small moans that send a crawling sensation down your scalp.

“Some-Some guys like it when girls become a bit dominant.” Liam breathes inbetween moans, biting down on his lower lip again as he works to keep a cap on his gradually rising sounds of ecstasy. “I fucking love it…”

“So what d-do you want me to do?” You ask, your body leaning forward so that your head rests inside the crook of his neck, the humping being more of a work out then you thought it would be.

“Be dominant. Don’t let me touch you, talk dirty to me, bite me if you want. Just do something.” Liam murmurs, his breathing coming out in small puffs. “Please…

You nod, lifting your head up so that your lips brush his ear, your hands finding his and pinning them against the sofa. You slow down your movements as you become more tired, but you find out fast enough that it gives a deeper, more filling form of pleasure as you can feel Liam’s hard-on pressing further into your crotch, causing you to shiver.

“You feel so big.” You whisper next to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe as you continue your slow rocking. “So fucking big, Li. I bet you’d feel so good inside me…”

Liam squirms from under you, his breath hitching in his throat.

“I want your big, thick dick inside me. I want it so bad. I want to feel you all the way in my tummy, Daddy. I want you to come inside me so hard– I want you to make me scream.” Your voice cracks as you feel Liam’s long moan rumbling in his strong chest.

He’s moving his wrists around, struggling to get out of your hold, wanting to run his hands all over your body and to take control.

“Do you wanna fuck me, Daddy?” You continue your filthy words, letting your lips wander over a vein that has become prominent in his neck. You suckle the skin inbetween your teeth, biting down until you hear a hiss stream from his lips. “Do you?”

“L-Let me touch you.” Liam growls, doing his best to sound commanding, but you grind down harder onto him, making him let out a sharp squeak and making his whole tough-guy façade fall.

“Just answer me. Do you want to fuck me?” You dig your nails into the skin of his wrists, making him jerk.

“Yes. Oh God, yes, Y/N, yes. I want to pound into you so hard, baby. So hard…

The actual meaning of his words suddenly hit you hard, making you freeze all your actions simultaneously.

Liam splutters in protest, looking up at you with wide, lust-clouded and pained eyes.

“Why’d you stop?” He whines, his bottom lip jutting out in an annoyed pout. His legs are twitching beneath you, his erection pressing into your jeans, no doubt oozing with precome.

All that can be heard in the dim, now silent apartment are both of your labored breaths echoing around the empty rooms, time seeming to be standing still as you stare into Liam’s dilated brown eyes, a few drops of sweat sliding down the side of his face. You hadn’t even realized you had been sweating either, but now you’re aware of how heated things had gotten as you catch a glimpse of a fogged up window to your right.

“You want to fuck me?” You repeat quietly, wanting to confirm that what he had said was indeed true.

Best friends never engaged in such actions as what you had just been doing, best friends don’t offer to teach eachother how to give a proper blowjob with one of them as the willing test-dummy, and best friends certainly never say they wanted to fuck eachother.

Yet here you two were, with Liam saying he’d love nothing more than to fuck you senseless.

“Y-Y/N, I-I didn’t–I just thought…In the heat of the moment–” Liam fumbles for an explanation to his confession, his tinted cheeks becoming even more colored as he struggles to come up with an excuse for what he had said. “W-What I guess I’m saying–”

“Then do it.” You interrupt his useless attempt to justify himself, speaking your words lowly but clear as can be.

Liam’s face goes slack in awe, the sentence you had just uttered catching him completely off guard.

“What?” He nearly gawks, his eyes flicking over your entire face as if looking for any sign that you were messing with him– a twitch of the lips, perhaps, or a cock of an eyebrow, but nothing comes.

“Then…then do it, Liam.” You whisper a bit louder. “Fuck me.”

Another long few seconds drag by as his mind filters what the words mean, the corner of his lips twitching in uncertainty.

The silence stretches, making you become bothered by how hesitant he is about his actions now.

You look straight into his intense gaze, begging him quietly to accept the offer–oh, how you want him to accept the offer.

When he doesn’t react, you break the stare down. You knew it was too good to be true. Liam was way out of your limit–he’s a celebrity for fuck’s sake. You had been way in over your head.

You make to push off of him, your heart starting to ache and sting with the weight of the rejection, tears of complete embarrassment forming at the edges of your eyes.

Opening your mouth, you struggle to form an apology, but as you push the first syllable leave your lips, you feel the rough skin of two hands grip your arms, yanking you back towards Liam.

The force turns you abruptly, wrapping its arms around you and pulling you into its body so that your foreheads are pressed together, your eyes centimeters apart.

“Yes.” A deep, throaty accent speaks out, the owner gripping onto you as if you were a lifeline. “I do want to fuck you. More than anything I’ve ever wanted, I want to–I have to.

You take an inhale of relief and as you push the air out, a pair of hot and wet lips press roughly against yours, breathing more air into your mouth as he sighs in relief.

You feel a smile spread across your face as Liam pulls you closer, pressing his chest to yours in a desperate attempt to eliminate the space between your bodies.

“I’ve always wondered how tight you would feel around me…” Liam murmurs as he reaches behind him, grabbing the cuff of his long-sleeved shirt and yanking it over his head, letting it carelessly fall to the floor.

You stare at his toned torso, your lips watering without consent as your eyes rake across rugged chest and muscular arms, making the wet spot in your panties grow.

He fiddleds with the hem of your t-shirt, ripping it over your head and letting his lips latch onto your neck as he runs his large hands down your back, his fingers sliding down the knobs of your spine to leave electricity shocking your body in his wake.

His fingers work on the clip of your bra, releasing it and watching as the only barrier between your breasts and his mouth slides away. You shiver, the intense air around you causing goosebumps to erupt along the milky skin.

You only have time to let out a strangled gasp as he reaches down and flicks the very tip of his tongue over your quickly hardening nipples, encasing one with his lips and sucking with breathtaking yet soft force.

You let out a staggering moan, begging him to keep going. Stabs of ecstasy build from your chest and over your entire being, the way his thumb is working over the other nipple as he gently suckles the opposite into his mouth driving you mad.

“Li-Liam, oh my God…” You squeak, your thighs rubbing against his as your body begins to act on its own impulses, wanting to have Liam satisfy every desire you’ve been feeling since you had first straddled him.

“Let’s change the plan some, yeah?” Liam murmurs against your chest, lifting his head up to lock his eyes on yours.

He pops the button of your jeans open, throwing you into motion as you take charge and finish getting them off as he does the same with his own, shoving them down his legs and kicking them off in the most deliciously desperate way you’ve ever seen.

He doesn’t wait to pull off his boxers, pushing them past his thighs to allow his full ten-inch cock to spring out from its confinements.

“I’m so ready, darling. You don’t even know.” He says as he reaches over and brings you forward, nearly ripping your undergarments off of you.

You stare down at him, precome bubbling over the tip of his throbbing, dark-red head as he beckons you forward with a small smile, spreading your legs so you hover over him, one knee on either side of him.

“Instead of giving you the blowjob course, I’ll just tweak the lesson a bit. We’ll save that one for another time. I want you to learn something from this–I want you to learn how to ride me, baby. I’m not going to fuck you, you’re going to fuck me.” Liam mumbles as he plants kisses down your abdomen, looking up at you through his eyelashes.

“You’re-You’re gonna teach me how to ride someone?” You ask, the idea seeming intimidating yet intriguing all at once.

You had never ridden anyone, making the lesson all the better.

“No.” Liam growls, seeming strange to you because you were fully agreeing to what he was offering.

But as he gazes at you with his eyebrows furrowed, what he’s suggesting clicks in your mind just as he lets the words slide form his lips.

“You’re not going to be learning how to ride someone, you’re going to learn how to ride me. After this, you won’t be wanting to ride anyone but me.” He smirks, licking his lips in anticipation as his gaze wanders to your dripping center.

“I wasn’t planning on anyone else.” You agree, leaning down to connect your lips to his.

One of his hands travels to your crotch, his fingers rubbing over the sensitive bundle of nerves as the other hand pumps himself, slathering himself in his own excitement.

You spread your legs farther apart, setting your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance as he begins to slide his fingers against you faster, making you bite down on your lip and whimper.

“Ready, babe?” Liam questions, his voice sounding strained.

“So ready, Li.” Groaning, squeezing his shoulders to assure him, you nod.

“Just sink down onto me slowly, angel.” He croaks, guiding your hips lower.

He grips onto himself, lining up as he pulls you down until you slowly sink onto him, a long hiss slipping from his lips.

You gasp, the sheer feeling of him filling you up to the brink sending your nerves into a frenzy, pain also stinging your abdomen at his size.

You stop about half-way down, hugging yourself closer to him, tears clouding your vision.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa…are you okay? Y/N, does it hurt?” Liam’s voice is tainted with concern, his hands smoothing over your back in comfort.

You nod, a small sob pushing past your lips as you hide your face in his neck.

“You don’t need to go all the way down, alright? Just as much as you’re comfortable with.”

“No.” You protest, getting fed up with yourself. You’d had sex before and you’d gone all the way, but Liam was way bigger than the other guy, proving to you that size indeed does matter. “I…I can do it. I just need more time…”

“Take as long as you have to.” Even as he says the words, you can hear the torture in his voice.

This only motivates you to try harder, letting yourself go down a bit more.

You’re nearly almost there, and taking a deep breath, you let yourself drop the last few inches, a garbled squeak emitting from your throat.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” Liam kisses your sweaty temple, smiling at you as you return the small smile through the tears, thanking him for the encouragement.

You begin to move, rocking yourself slowly at first but gradually speeding up, swiveling your hips at Liam’s suggestion.

You watch in awe as he throws his head back, looking at you through hazy eyes as he curses under his breath. A quiet “fuck” becomes audible, his head turning to the side as he begins to pant heavily.

“You’re so good at riding me, sweetheart.” Liam locks his arms around your lower back and pulls you closer, causing your ass to lift off of his thighs, his tip brushing an entirely new angle and you let out a scream, fisting handfuls of his hair and begging him to keep you like that.

You keep rocking up and down, the whole new sensation driving you insane.

“Oh, angel, mmmmh… My baby girl knows how to please Daddy, doesn’t she? She loves to please me, yeah? You want me to come into your warm, tight pussy, don’t you?”

Oh,yes, Li, yes! I want you to so badly! So much, please, Liam, please!” You cry out, crossing your arms behind his head as he continues to thrust up into you, each movement sending you closer to your release.

“I’m gonna come so hard if you keep that up, you naughty girl. You love Daddy’s big cock, right, baby? My huge cock ramming into that tight little hole of yours is driving you mad, isn’t it? You want it harder?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, God, yes!

“Ride me harder, then. Give me everything you’ve got. Fuck me until I can’t think anymore, sweetheart. Give Daddy the strongest orgasm he’ll ever have.” Liam whispers in your ear, sending your body into a spasming mess as you work your hardest to fulfill his request.

An indescribable burning sensation builds up in your stomach as you go faster, and you continue to moan Liam’s name as the feeling rips through your being, making your legs quiver and your knees buckle to stay on the couch.

You feel your release hit you hard, your excitement dripping down your thighs and onto Liam’s prick, whines and mews of pure euphoria tearing at your throat as you slam your lips against Liam as the last of your climax slips away, your body slumping forward against his chest.

“Almost there, baby girl.” Liam grits out and you try your best to keep yourself moving to help him get there, wanting him to feel what you had felt.

“L-Liam…” You pant, kissing along his jaw.

“Shit, shit–yes, darling?”

“Come inside me.” You growl, tugging harshly on the hair along the nape of his neck, remembering what he had said about dominance. “Come, Daddy, come.”

You feel him twitching inside you and then you feel him squirting into you continuously, his hot load mixing with yours as it drips down the side of your legs.

He presses his face against your neck as he screams your name, your fingers scratching at his scalp as he jerks under you, every last drop of him spilling inside you.

You collapse onto him, breathing hard as you try to regain your composure, Liam attempting to do the same.

Pulling your body up a bit, he slowly slips himself out from inside you. You whimper, the feeling of sudden emptiness causing a pulsing pain to weigh down at the pit of your stomach, a dull ache throbbing through your center.

Humming an apology against your skin, he pulls his face back to look at you.

You become self-conscious knowing that your sweaty and your hair is probably a mess. You try to run your weak fingers through your hair only to have Liam stop you.

“Don’t.” He breathes, shaking his head. “You’ve never looked more beautiful. You did incredible, angel. Taking all of me like that without protest–I’m impressed. You felt even better than what I imagined you would.”

You smile in gratitude at his compliment, setting your head on his chest as he reaches over you, grabbing his tan jumper from where you had set it on the sofa. It had surprisingly not fallen off during all of the hysteria, and you watch as Liam brings it over your head. You raise your arms to let him tug it over you, cuddling back up against his chest with your legs still dangling on either side of him, your arms wrapped around his torso.

He twirls the tangled strands of your hair around his fingers, kissing the top of your head every now and then to show affection.

“Hey,” you laugh, remembering what he had said before, “guess I got a friend in me.”

You grin as you feel his whole body moving as he laughs, shaking his head at his own joke.

“That you did.” He pinches your side, making you squirm. “Be ready for tomorrow.”

You frown, not recalling having anything even mildly important to do tomorrow considering it would be a Saturday. “What do I have to do?”

“Not you, ‘we.’” Liam corrects.

“Alright. What do we have to do tomorrow?”

“I’m giving you another lesson. Tomorrow I’m going to be teaching you some very important play tactics.”

“Like what?”

He gives you the same grin he gave you earlier at the coffee shop– the kind that makes you wary and makes your stomach flop.

“That depends. What’s your opinion on vibrators?”

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By: Andrea

A/N: Here it is, guys! Part two! sorry for any pesky typos, it’s unedited :) Hope you like it and, as always, LOVE YOUUU! xxx

PROFESSOR REN IV // masterlist


A/N: First things first, as much as many of you wanted Hux to die, I thought that was a little too much for the story (although, if this was in the sw universe I would’ve). Second of all, karmas a bitch so no worries! This is the final chapter for the mini series (?) of professor ren; thank you all for read/enjoying it, I very much appreciated your support! If you haven’t read them, here’s part one, two, and three! Enjoy and thanks for reading, feedback is welcomed!

Warning: Some smut, nothing out of this world but it’s a fair warning.

Word Count: 5.8K+


Never had you imagined things would turn out this way. For you to absolutely hate Hux’s guts and for making Ren feel such way even if those weren’t your intentions. You never meant the man any harm, all you wanted to do was be with him and cherish his presence–but what do you get? Blackmail because a man couldn’t stand the fact that you were with someone else, happy, and not with them.

Because someone couldn’t stand being friend-zoned.

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(Seeing Axl with Erin, while engaged to Axl)

“We’ll be landing in 15 minutes” the pilot said over the PA system on the plane you were on, startling you awake. Though you were having quite the nice dream you couldn’t wait to land and finally see your fiancé. The last time you saw Axl was right before you left on a two week business trip, which was the night he popped the question to you.

The plane had finally landed and Axl was picking you up, you practically trampled the people in the aisle way to be able to see him. The moment you saw him your heart dropped; he was standing there holding none other than Erin’s hand looking very engaged in their conversation. You looked at your hand where the small diamond ring was before you stormed over to see what was going on. “Axl what the fuck is this? I leave for two weeks and you go back to her?”

Axl jumped up and threw Erin’s hand down and walked over to you. Attempting to grab you; you pulled away, not wanting him to touch you at the moment. “Y/N it’s not what it looked like! Baby, I fuckin’ missed you… Let’s go home and talk this out, please.”

You couldn’t even look at him; you just proceeded to walk away to baggage claim until you heard a female voice which made you whip around. It was Erin. “Y/N, I swear I wouldn’t do anything to ruin yours and Axl’s relationship!”

You got dangerously close to Erin which made her frozen in place, flinching when you spoke. “I don’t want to hear it out of you; I know he still loves you. And you, Axl? I’m getting a taxi; we will talk about this at home, but I will not sit in the same car with you right now.”

Flagging down a taxi, you threw your bag in first before you slumped down onto the puke stained seats. Your anger had turned into tears, spending the whole way home crying thinking about your future. When you arrived home you told the driver not to leave, you never knew what could happen. Walking into yours and Axl’s bedroom you saw a delicately folded piece of paper labeled ‘Erin’. Unfolding it as fast as you could; you saw the top of it was a note for her above a song he wrote for her, ‘Erin, I will always love you’.

Not wanting to fight with Axl about any of this, you folded up the piece of paper, placed your ring next to it, grabbed your bags and headed back to the airport. You had to go see your best friend, Duff. You didn’t intend on telling Duff you were coming, you were just going to show up and stay there until you figured out your next move.

Duff was surprised to see you at your door, but even more so to see your tear soaked face at his front door. “Y/N, what the hell is going on? Where’s Axl?”

Struggling to speak through your sobs, you told Duff the news. “H-He was with Erin and they were holding hands at the airport. Duff, he wrote a love song for her and it was on our bed. I left the engagement ring on the bed and left.”

Duff leaned against the doorframe and ran his fingers through his hair before taking you into his arms. “Shit, Y/N, that’s really shitty… I don’t even know what to say besides shit. I know what you need, you need a drink.”

Walking into the kitchen with him you grabbed two glasses from the cabinet, setting them on the counter for Duff to fill with none other than vodka. The two of you went back into the living room where you laid on the couch while Duff stared at you in offense to taking his spot. As the night went on you told him of your business trip; until you were interrupted by the phone, the two of you looked at each other knowing who it was. “No man, she’s not here I’m sorry. What happened?”

You nodded your head at Duff, thankful he didn’t rat you out to Axl. Beginning to feel tired after Duff returned to the couch, you grabbed your half full cup and headed for the guest room. “Thanks for letting me stay here, it means a lot. I won’t be here long I promise, just until I find a place of my own.”

He got up to come hug you, seeing that you were yet again crying. “You’re my best friend; you can stay here for however long you want. Things will turn around, I love ya Y/N.”

The next morning you woke up to go make yourself coffee, grabbing a mug and starting the pot you waited for the coffee to brew. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a body sitting at the small kitchen table and assumed it was Duff. “Good morning Du-… Axl?”

You dropped the coffee mug onto the floor, letting it crash into a million pieces once you saw it was Axl and not Duff. Axl walked over to clean up the jagged pieces of ceramic scattered all over the floor as you stood there in shock. You heard Duff’s footsteps coming down the hall; he started talking before he stopped in his tracks, shocked at the sight of the redhead. “What the fuck is goin’ on in here Y/N?! Oh shit… Hey Ax… Uh, I’m gonna head back to bed.”

Axl stood up to throw away the collection of the broken coffee mug pieces he had in his hand before he finally spoke to you. “Duff’s a bad liar, I knew you were here.” He shoved his hand into his back pocket, pulling out your ring and laying it in his palm. “I think you forgot this, Y/N.”

You gently closed his palm and took a step back to lean on the stove. “No, I left that there on purpose. As many times as we’ve talked about Erin and you being over her, I never believed you. I just never had evidence to prove it until now. First the airport, then I find the love note and love song to her. Go home to the girl you really love, Axl. Don’t waste your time with me.”

Axl walked over to you and leaned up against the counter next to you. “I know it looked bad yesterday, but I was telling her about you. I was telling her I found someone who replaced the void in my heart she left. It was huge, Y/N, and you filled it. The love song you found? It was from before we even met; you have nothing to worry about. I love you.”

Axl brought the ring out once again, opening his clenched fist to reveal the small, yet beautiful diamond. You grabbed it and slowly slipped it back onto your finger, looking up at Axl with your eyes glistened by tears. “I love you, Axl. Please take me home.”

Axl wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into his chest and squeezing you tightly. Duff walked into the kitchen with a gigantic grin smeared over his face. “I knew it!!! Group hug!!! You crazy kids in love.”