Bts reaction to you grinding on them while in their lap
“Stay still! Now,now. Don’t tease on purpose baby girl. You want to have your dessert later, right? You will beg me to let you cum, right? So, if you want to cum later, stop moving. Good girl.”
“Move one more time and see where it will get you. On this lap, but with a beautiful gag around your beautiful lips and handcuffs around your wrists. You really want to trigger me?”
Fists your hair in his hand. Pulls your hair to him “Go on. Continue. Slowly. I don’t give a fuck who sees kitten. Grind on Daddies dick like you are supposed to do.”
“Y/N, please stop moving. I understand you are needy and all, but Daddy wants to finish this movie. I really want to see the-” you grind really hard on him “FUCK, the movie can wait. Come here, you little tease. You’ll pay for this.”
He didn’t say anything at all. You tought doing this will have some effect on him. He wanted you to think this. So, you were really surprised when his hand dissappeared under the blanket and then your skirt. “Keep quiet. This is what you get for being a naughty little kitten. If you make a noise, I’ll make sure you won’t cum tonight. I’ll wreck you. Was I clear?”
You only wanted to tease him, so you sat in his lap, wiggld a little, enough to frustrate the shit out of him and when you were done having fun, you stood up. But a big, strong hand, yanked you back down. “Be a little good girl and finish what you started. Don’t try to run. I’ll catch you and then destroy this sweet body of yours.”
This little shit. No matter how much you were trying to make him horny by wiggling like a child in his lap, it just didn’t work. He was either totally oblivious to the situation or he controlled his hormones perfectly. As you thought that game was over for you and you got annoyed with him, you stood up. Halfway standing, a low voice said “Come right back here. Sit. On my thigh. Come on. Good girl. Now move on it. Use it as your own limited edition sex toy. That’s it. My little baby. I can’t get hard if I know I haven’t taken care of my needy little princess.”
Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - part 3
Warnings: graphic descriptions and images of sex/sexual activities. You’ve been warned my lovelies:) Enjoy!
Your P.O.V The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, basking the room with its warmth. I was tightly cocooned in a strong pair of arms, my back pressed against a muscular chest. There were soft snores echoing in my ear. I turned my head slightly, to see who the culprit of this snoring was, finding the peaceful face of my sleeping boyfriend, Zach Dempsey.
‘That’s right… Me and Zach… We actually did it last night.’ A sense of giddiness overcomes me. I remember last night so vividly…
‘OUCH! Stop, st- STOP IT PANSY! Argh, fuck, I think I broke a rib.’
Draco sat down on his bed, a painful expression on his face which was paler
‘You’re an ungrateful bastard’ Pansy flopped beside him, pouting ‘the
whole Slytherin house knows I’m the best on giving massage’
‘Well, I better look for someone from other houses then’ Draco made
another pained expression as he got up. ‘I can’t, I can’t walk. Argh, fuck!’ He
laid down slowly. Pansy only stared at him from the door, the look on her a
face a mixture of pity and remorse.
‘I’ll get someone. Even though you were a little bitch just now.’ She
glared at him before leaving.
It’d started three days before then. He was getting ready on Wednesday
morning to practice quidditch. Everything was fine when he bent down to tie his
shoelaces, but the second he straightened his back an acute pain hit him on his
hips. It’d gotten worse the past two days to the point now he couldn’t even sit
properly without feeling it.
He laid there, thinking maybe he would have to look for Madam Pomfrey
after all. But fuck, those potions always messed up with his stomach, he’d do
anything to avoid taking them even if it meant asking for someone he didn’t
know to give him a massage. Pansy had told him she knew what she was doing but
at the end it’d only worsened it.
'It’s for a friend, you see. He’s in a lot of pain at the moment and I
was hoping you knew someone good on giving massages’ Pansy flopped down on a
chair at the eighth year common room.
'Well,’ Hermione started, closing her arithmancy book. 'I do, but… who
exactly is this friend of yours?’ She gave Pansy a look that could be
translated as 'Are-we-talking-about-who-i-think-we-are-talking-about?’
'Draco’ Pansy sighed, predicting the other’s answer. 'But… I swear he’ll
behave. And you owe me this one, right? After I brought you those French hair
products’ Pansy smirked.
'You really are a Slytherin’ Hermione sighed 'but they were actually
amazing. I’ll help you with this one but I can’t guarantee it’ll go well.’
Pansy gave her a quick hug, grinning. 'Who is it then?’
'Harry’ Hermione murmured to herself.
Pansy gasped and then laughed until tears were streaming down her face.
'Holy. Shit. Are you sure he’ll want to do it?’
Hermione gave her a little smile.
'He owes he a favor’
Pansy’s giggling was catching the attention of everyone around them.
'Who’s the Slytherin one now?’
'Tell me how amazing I am’
The girl bursted inside his dorm an hour after she’d left to find Draco
in the same position.
'You found someone?’ He got up, regretting the decision immediately.
'Ah, shit! Are they outside? Please tell me they’re outside’
'They’ll be here in ten’ Pany sat by his side and poked his cheek 'go
on, tell me how amazing I am’
'You’re amazing’ he grunted. When he looked at his friend, though, she
wasn’t paying attention, busy with a little pink bag Draco hadn’t noticed she’d
brought before. 'What-’
'Oils. For the massage’ she smirked and Draco felt blood going to his
'There’s no need for that’
'They have properties. They could help’ she started to take the little
flasks with different colors out of the bag and pile them on Draco’s bed.
A light knock on the door told them Pansy’s friends had arrived.
'I just don’t understand why… No. No fucking way.’
'Harry, please, Pansy said-’
'What the actual fuck, Pansy!’ Draco started talking at the same time
Hermione tried to stop Harry from leaving the room. 'This is… ah, shit shit-
ARGH!’ Draco’s attempt to get up brought back the striking pain on his lower
back and he felt his knees failing. The next second he was tumbling to the
ground with a loud thud. Tears came uninvited to his eyes and he bit his lips
as hard as he could to stop from screaming.
Draco didn’t look up to see who it was that was trying to help him get
up. A firm hand went on the underside of his thigh as the other grabbed his
shoulder firmly, pushing him to his feet just long enough for him to get to his
bed. When he collapsed on his bed, flushed cheeks and tears still streaming
down his face, everything he could think about was that maybe his time had
come. Die would be better than suffer so much humiliation in front of Saint
Potter, who was panting by his side.
Harry stared down at the boy in front of him, Malfoy’s face twisted in
an ugly expression. It was like he was trying to sneer at Harry but the pain
was too much even for that. Harry sighed and turned to see he was left alone in
the room with an incapacitated Malfoy. Well, shit, that was just great. Why
couldn’t people just leave him alone? Peace, it was all he was asking for after
everything. But, oh no, he had to have asked Hermione for help with his potions
homework the week before, and now he owed her this. Harry wouldn’t have denied
giving a massage to any of his friends if they’d asked him. He’d helped
Hermione, Ginny and even Luna in the past. But Malfoy? Give Malfoy a massage,
after everything, almost sounded funny.
Except it wasn’t because Harry had a hero complex and he knew Malfoy
wouldn’t ask for such a thing if he wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t even Malfoy who
came looking for Hermione, it was Pansy, which meant he probably was in a lot
of pain. He couldn’t walk, from what Harry could see.
Small flasks caught his attention, all of them pilled up beside Malfoy.
'What’s this?’ He grabbed one and put it against the light. The liquid
inside was thicker than water.
'Oils. Pansy brought them. She said they could help. Not like you need
to know this anyway since you won’t use them.’ Malfoy spoke through gritted
teeth, facing the wall opposite to where Harry stood. So he was expecting him
to leave, that cocky bastard.
'Take off your shirt then’ Harry levitated all the tiny flasks to the
ground and picked up one randomly. When he opened it the smell of cinnamon
filled the room. Malfoy stared at him like he’d gone insane.
'What do you think you’re doing?’ he asked slowly.
'Well, maybe a massage since that’s what Hermione asked me to do and I
can’t have a fucking moment of peace in this castle. And since you seem to be unable
to even walk I advise you shut the fuck up and take off your shirt so I can see
what’s wrong and finish in time for dinner’ Harry looked up to find Malfoy
gaping at him.
'Do you even-’
'Yes, I do know how to do it, you prick. And I’m using this one, so take
off your shirt’ Harry signaled to the open flask in his hands as he sat down on
the far end of the bed.
He didn’t quite know how the oil would help since he’d never used them
when he gave massages before. He liked the smell of it, that was all.
Malfoy struggled to sit down. He undid his tie, opened every button and
started to take it off, really slowly trying not to move too much, wincing everytime
he did. He folded his shirt and put it on the chair beside the bed. Harry
couldn’t help staring at the huge scars on his chest he knew he was responsible
for. Guilt settled on his stomach as he tore his gaze away.
'Lay down on your stomach’ Harry got up and sat beside Malfoy’s body as
close as he could without brushing their thighs. It was ridiculous, he knew,
since he would be touching him quite soon. Malfoy did as he was told and
stilled, realising what that meant.
And what it meant was that, like that, he was completely vulnerable. He
turned his face to Potter’s side and searched the other boy’s face for any sign
of danger but all he could see was a frown as Harry dripped the oil in his
fingers. Draco felt his cheeks heat up for some reason he didn’t understand.
'I’m going to start’ Potter’s voice was low when he spoke. Before Draco
could say anything Potter’s hands were on his shoulders, placed at the same
distance from the centre of his back. They were warmer than Draco’s skin, soft
and sticky with oil. His breath got stuck on his throat when Potter squeezed and, even though his
lower back still hurt, Draco felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. He
exaled, relaxing into the matress.
Harry maintained the rhythm for a while, squeazing and releasing
Malfoy’s shoulders, his thumbs pressing small circles on the other’s neck as he
did. Harry, then, started to let his hands go lower, maintaining the pressing
of his thumbs as he did until he reached the high of Malfoy’s kidneys. He
stopped there to smear his hands with more oil.
'Where did the pain start?’ Harry found his voice was hoarse when he
'Hm… my hips’ Malfoy sounded sleepy when he spoke. He was so relaxed Harry
had to hold back a giggle. He must really be great at giving massage if it
meant even Malfoy was enjoying it.
He stopped shortly.
'Your hips?’ Shit, he wasn’t expecting that. 'Er… okay. I’ll- I’ll
need you to lower you trousers a bit.
'What?’ Draco opened his eyes, snapping out of his daze. What did Potter
'So I can reach your hips. I can’t do much with them in the way’ he said
slowly, almost like he expected Draco to start yelling at him.
'So you want me to take off my pants?’ Draco couldn’s believe what the
fuck was going on.
'No! Just- Just open it, okay? I can do the rest…’ Draco stopped for a
second. He reached for his buttons, opened them and laid down again. He turned
his face the other way since he was pretty sure he was blushing. Shit, Potter
better know what he was doing.
Harry exhaled gradually. He most definitely didn’t know what he was
doing. Well, he did, but he shouldn ’t
be doing this. He should’ve stopped, told Malfoy to go look for Pomfrey and got
out of there.
Instead he placed his hands on Malfoy’s lower back again. He rubbed his
thumbs in circles there, with less pressure this time, and started to press
lower as he did. He reached his trousers but since the buttons were open it
hang loose on Malfoy’s hips. Harry let his thumbs go under the waist and Malfoy
Harry exhaled again. 'This will probably hurt but if it doesn’t work
I’ll know what I have to do, okay?’ He pulled his trousers lower until he could
see the other’s boxers. They were black, just like his trousers. Harry could
see the fine blond hair that covered his lower back was up.
'Just don’t break my bones’ His tone was sarcastic.
Harry had his weigh on one knee which was pressed against the matress,
both hands on Malfoy’s hips.
'Inhale’ Harry instructed. 'Hold’ Malfoy did as he was told.
'Exhale’ he pushed all his weight on his hands as quickly as he could.
Malfoy screamed and Harry cursed. They were panting, Malfoy still too shocked
to say anything.
'It won’t work, not like this’ Harry got off the bed to take off his
shoes. When he looked back Malfoy was staring at him with a strange expression
on his face, fear mixed with something else. Was it anticipation?
'This will work’ Harry got on the bed again and before malfoy could say
anything he passed one of his legs over the blond’s body, straddling him. Harry
sat on Malfoys thighs, trapping him so he couldn’t turn around.
'WHAT THE FUCK, POTTER?’ Malfoy tried to free himself but Harry pinned
both Draco’s hands above his head in a strong grip.
'I’m telling you this will work! Stop fidgeting and shut up!’
But focusing on Potter’s words was hard since all he could sense was the
warmth and pressure on his thighs, so close to his ass. He’d never felt anything
like that before, something disturbingly intimate and his whole body was
reacting as if it was. He closed his eyes, cursing inside his head as blood
rushed into his cock. Fuck fuck fuck, this wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be…
'Inhale’ Potter’s words resonated closer to his ear than before. He
shivered, inhaling as deep as he could. 'You need to relax’ Potter’s voice came
out hoarse, his thumbs still tracing circles on his hips. Draco shuddered but
felt his shoulders lose tension again.
'Inhale’, Harry repetead. 'Hold’ And Draco did.
Potter shifted on his thighs and Draco almost forgot what he was
supposed to do.
'Exhale’ he did it again, placing all his weight in his hands, his thighs
pressing hard against Malfoy’s as he did. A loud crack made Harry smile and
And then Malfoy let out a loud moan and Harry lost his train of thought.
Suddenly all the blood in his brain was going down, making his pants too
tight. His ears felt like they were full of water when he heard Malfoy hum
against the pillow.
'It worked’ Draco breathed, lifting his hips a bit to check if the pain
was still there. The motion caused his ass to rub against something hard.
Harry moaned low.
Draco’s hips rose up again, higher, rubbing harder against what he knew
was Potter and fuck, he didn’t know what he was doing anymore. And then Potter
pressed down, literally pressed against Draco’s ass so he could feel it, the
whole length even through the fabric. Potter was hard, really hard and Draco felt
his own cock twitching at that.
Draco moaned, the sound ringing in Harry’s ears. He should go, he knew
he should, but Malfoy was panting, and lifting that roundy ass for him, to rub
against him, and Harry saw his face when he turned his head to the side. His
cheeks were flushed and lips parted.
Harry pressed again, leaning forward until his mouth was just above
Malfoy’s left ear.
'Do you want me to go?’ He needed to be sure, to be certain he wasn’t
imagining all that.
Malfoy gasped, his eyes tightly shut. 'No’ He lifted his arm, grabbing
Harry’s thigh and craving his nails on it. Harry bit his earlobe, went for his
jaw and started sucking there.
Draco’s cock was throbbing beneath him, so hard he was sure he might faint
The next minute the pressure against his ass was gone making a small cry
escape his lips. Fuck fuck, Potter must have come to his senses before he
His pants were suddenly yanked down to his knees, his boxers with them.
The sudden movement ccreating friction against his cock, now leaking on the
matress. Draco was sure he couldn’t blush any harder but it didn’t stop him from
moaning when hands grabbed his arse cheeks. How come he didn’t know he could
get pleasure from there? Potter’s hands were everywhere, squeezing, pinching,
scratching the soft skin.
Harry opened his cheeks, exposing his hole and run his thumb there tentatively.
'Ah- ha fuck…’ Draco buried his face in the pillow again. This wasn’t
right, this was so fucking wrong, what was he doing moaning for…
'I wanna eat you up’ Harry didn’t mean to let the words escape his lips.
His gaze was fixed on Malfoy’s pink hole and when it contracted under his thumb
the thought of licking there, fucking him with his tongue, assaulted his mind
immediately. Malfoy shivered under him.
'Wh-What are you saying?’ the tips of his ears were even redder from
where Harry could see them.
Harry got off of Malfoy’s thighs and pushed them apart. He grabbed
Malfoy’s hips again, pulling his ass up a bit. He could see the blond’s cock
was hard and swollen, rubbing against the matress. Harry got on his elbows,
squeezed Draco’s arse again and bit the already marked skin.
Draco gasped, his head jerking to the side so he could get a glimpse of
Potter between his legs. Potter was sucking him at the spot he’d bitten before,
his hands massaging the place where his thighs met his ass. He run his fingers
there, grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled them apart. Draco drew a sharp breath.
He could hear Harry fidgeting with his own pants followed by the sound
of clothes hitting the ground. Draco waved his hand towards the door, a click
signalling it was now locked. He couldn’t even begin to think what would happen
if anyone decided to come in.
Draco felt something wet, warm and firm press against his hole.
'Fuck fuck, you can’t- ah… ahhhh P-Potter this is…’ he gave a choking
moan when Harry began to lick him relentlessly, his own moans reverberating in
Harry licked, savoured until his tongue got past the tight ring, and
then he was fucking Draco, fucking him with wet and hot thrusts of his tongue.
Draco kept pushing back, gasping as he
did, completely out of control.
Harry had never done that before but the sencond he laid eyes on Draco’s
ass, naked before him all he could thing about was opening him, filing him up to
get all those delicious sounds out of him.
Draco moaned, and moaned, louder each time. The words that came out of
his mouth were incoherent, interrupted by sharp intakes of air.
'Yes… This- fuck Potter… I-deep-deeper’
Deeper, he wanted it deeper. Harry grasped the tiny flask he’d left on
the ground and smeared his fingers with the oil again. He retreated his tongue
earning a whimper from Malfoy that turned into a sob the second Harry’s middle
finger replaced his tongue, getting in smoothly. Draco gasped, shivering
uncontrollably and Harry just stayed there, mouth hanging open at the view. His
finger disappeared and reappeared, Malfoy sucking him in while rutting against
the matress. Harry curled his finger experimentally getting Malfoy to jolt and
scream, throwing his head back. Harry caressed his thigh marked with purple
bruises, another finger going inside his hole. The blond hissed but didn’t tell
Harry to stop so he thrusted them to the base.
Draco’s brain was shutting down. The lewd sounds filling the room paired
with the smell of cinnamon overstimulating his whole body. He wanted more heat,
more pressure, more skin against his but the words kept getting lost in his
throat everytime he tried to voice his needs. And Potter, fuck, he knew what to
do with his hands, with his mouth. That fucking tongue worked like magic inside
him. Potter was moving his fingers inside him in a way Draco didn’t even know
was possible, scissoring them, thrusting them to the base.
The fingers were suddenly gone. Draco inhalled sharply but before he
could complain Potter grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. He laid
there on his back, legs spread open, cock dripping with pre come. And Harry
stared him down, took in every inch of his light skin shamelessly. Draco felt
exposed even though they were both naked. His hole twitched, stretched and
leaking all the oil Potter had rubbed inside him and Potter stared. He fucking
stared, jerking himself as he did.
Draco grabbed his own cock and began to do the same. It was unfair,
having to do it all by himself after all Potter did, that bastard. The gesture
caught the Golden Boys’s attention, though, and Draco smirked.
'i want,’ Harry bent down, their chests flushed against each other, his
mouth whispering in Draco’s lips. 'I want to put it in you’ he sucked Draco’s
lower lip. Holy fuck, he was on the edge already. Potter moved his lips to
Draco’s ear and shifted, the head of his cock now poking Draco’s entrance.
Draco felt it tingle as Potter cast a protective spell. 'I want to fill you up’
he whispered against his ear.
'Has anyone ever done that?’ he nuzzled Draco’s temple, his glans
rubbing against his hole. 'I’m going to take you’ Harry hold his cock steadily
as he pushed an inch, stretching Malfoy for him. The blond was panting on his
cheek, small sobs inbetween gasps for air.
Harry’s ability to dirty talk, even as his own mind wasn’t working
properly was something he didn’t know he could do. He was blushing, panting,
but the possessivness he felt made him talk. Malfoy was his, all his, he just
never thought that that anger, the rush of adrenaline he felt every time they
were close could be hiding something else. He always thought Malfoy was his to
take down, to fight against. But he also was his to consume, to bury himself
Harry thrust slowly, taking in the tightness, the heat engulfing him.
Malfoy was fisting his cock under him, eyes tightly shut and mouth hanging
open. Harry stopped Malfoy’s hand with his own and, with a tight grip, trapped
them both above his head. Malfoy opened his eyes, his grey irisis thin rings
around blown pupils.
'Touch my cock’ he whispered against Harry’s lips, more a command than a
pleading. Harry smashed their mouths together instead, refusing to let go of
his grip. Draco shivered under him, opened his mouth, let Potter invade his
mouth with that tongue. Fuck, that tongue that’d fucked him just minutes ago.
And Harry kissed him, his cock deep buried to the hilt inside him. He was full,
so fucking full he felt his whole body collapse when Potter started to pull
He thrust again, the friction, the pressure, sending shocks of pleasure
to Draco’s cock, up his spine, everywhere. Through half opened eyes Draco saw
Harry gazing at him, his glasses gone, his lips red, parted as puffs of air
escaped them. Harry thrust hard when he realized Draco was staring back. His
complex changed immediately.
'I-yes fuck ahh-ah…’ Draco’s whole body was trembling, his ass
thrusting back against Harry’s cock, trying to get him to go deeper.
Harry released Draco’s hands, grabbed his thighs instead and lifted
them, shoving in until his fingers were numb from the tight grip. He’d leave
marks there, crimson lines, and the thought made him moan. Harry bent down
again, his mouth reaching Draco’s neck. He sucked him there while he fucked
hard and fast. Draco fisted his cock with one hand while the other scratched
Harry’s back repeatedly.
His moans were louder now, loud enough Harry was sure people could hear
them from outside the dorm. Draco didn’t seem to care, or even realize he was
making those sounds.
The next moment Draco was contracting around him, trembling violently and
coming on their stomachs. The pressure was enough to send Harry over the edge,
his thrusts erratic as he came deep inside Draco.
Draco moaned again when he felt something hot filling him up, Harry’s
last thrusts too much to handle.
Harry flopped beside him, his limbs drained of strengh.
'Merlin’ he whispered to himself.
They didn’t speak for the next couple of minutes. When Harry got up to
leave, though, Draco reached for his arm.
'You could… we- uh… we could…’
Harry kissed him softly, almost clumsily before speaking 'Yeah, I- I’d
Draco sat down that evening with Pansy and Blaise at their common room
to warm themselves in front of the fire. He couldn’t help wincing a bit when he
'What’s wrong? I thought Potter had fixed you back’
Draco felt his face flushing immediately.
'He did! I just…’
'I’m sure he did. Just remember to go somewhere else with thicker walls
next time you call him to fix your back’ Blaise didn’t even care to lift his
eyes from the book he had in hands.
His cheeks were in flames and the expression on Pansy’s face wasn’t
‘You owe me two favours
now!’ She smirked, leaning against the couch like she’d won a bet.
‘What- Why two?’ Draco
shifted and winced again at the new burning ache.
‘Because,’ She stuck up a
finger like she needed to count all the favours Draco owned her. ‘I found
someone to fix your back’ She lifted another finger. ‘And,’
Right that second Potter
walked through the portrait followed by Granger and Weasley. He spotted Draco
immediately and, well wasn’t that great, strode towards him, leaving Weasley
with a confused look and Granger with a knowing one. He glanced at Pancy and
saw her waving at the Gryffindor girl. Fucking amazing.
‘Hey,’ Potter stood
awkwardly there before sitting on the arm of Draco’s chair. Draco knew his
cheeks were already flushed but when Potter bent down and whispered in his ear
he was sure he probably looked like a tomatoe. ‘Fancy a game of Wizard’s chess
Pansy was shaking trying
to keep herself from bursting out laughing.
‘Your dorm?’ Draco found
himself playing with the hem of Potter’s hoody. The bastard blushed at Draco’s
words, but nodded with a smile on his face.
He’d barely turned his
back when Draco heard Pansy’s voice loud and clear.
Summary: Being a high powered publicist, the reader is hired to work with the destructive rock star Jensen Ackles. Her task is to revamp his difficult image from the ground up. Will the reader succeed? Or will she get sucked into his crazy life?
Pairing: rockstar!Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1,175
“Well, shit. I was expecting room service but fuck that noise. Wanna be my breakfast, sweet girl?” Jensen sucks in his bottom lip, practically radiating sin while his eyes drink you in. Who the hell answers the door like that? Jensen motherfucking Ackles.
“No thanks.” You smirk in amusement, taking in the rock star’s disheveled but still delicious appearance. This man will make or break your fucking world, you’re still torn which way you want it to go.
“Then how will I know if you’re a good girl or a bad girl?”
“I have to say…you’re even more entertaining than I thought you’d be.” The giggle that slips past your lips erases Jensen’s arrogant smile, a pissed off scowl is now staring back at you.
“I’m too hung over for fucking games. Who the hell are you?” He abruptly snarls, chugging down the vodka hiding in his glass of orange juice.
“A Secret That’s Worth It”
Carl x Reader, Negan x Reader
Word Count: 9,670
Negan x Daughter Reader, Carl x Reader
Summary: You’re Negan’s teenage daughter and from the minute you saw Carl, he sparked your interest, leading to a relationship between you two.
Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, mentions of death, kinda smutty
A/N: Does not follow the show exactly, I had to change up some things for the sake of the story, but I tried to make it as close as possible.
He was the first person you noticed when you stepped out of that RV.
He was wearing a flannel and a cowboy hat, and even with one of his eyes covered up and it being dark out, you could see how bright blue they were. You didn’t know his name, but you certainly were attracted to him.
Your father, Negan, had told you to stay inside the RV while he went out there and talked to them. He had told you that he was going to kill one of them and that he didn’t want you to see that, so you needed to stay away.
“Y/N, I do not want to see you out there. Your ass better stay in here, alright?” Negan had warned you. You didn’t listen. You had heard him talking to their group, and you got curious. All you wanted to do was see what they looked like, nothing more. You opened the door slightly and peeked your head out, making the attractive boy turn his head and look at you. They all did, but he was the only one you noticed.
“Dear daughter, did I not tell you to stay inside?” Negan bellowed. You knew he was trying to scare the group- that was his way of being a big, bad leader. He intimidates everyone. And by the look of everyone’s face, they were definitely afraid.
Prompt: Unrequited loves a bitch but Brett is your
prefect distraction. (Inspired by I Got You – Bebe Rexha)
Warning: Smut, getting high, slight angst and swearing.
You smiled over at the pack as you spoke to your boyfriend.
You laughed at something Sean, tucking your hair behind your ear. After a few
heated kisses with him he said he was going to speak to his friend so you made
you way over to the pack. Lydia was looking at you with a smirk as soon as you
arrived. You smiled and started to speak to Kira and Lydia about what everyone
was doing over the weekend.
“I don’t like him.” Stiles interrupted as you were about to
open your mouth.
“Who?” You asked confusion gracing your voice.
“Sean.” He stated as
the guys looked worriedly between you and Stiles.
“Well you’re the only one who has a problem with him.” You
sassed, your arms crossing across your chest.
“Not true actually I dislike him too.” Isaac sassed back.
You shot him and looked at Liam waiting for more opinions.
“I don’t trust him.” Liam muttered shyly, you looked to
Mason and Cory.
“He has a reputation.” Mason whispered but Cory nodded in
agreement so you glanced at Scott, he was your alpha so whatever he said you
would soak in more.
“If you love him be with him. Just be cautious. Okay?” He
smiled over the table at you softly and you just nodded in response.
After school was over you made your way to your sleep black
pickup truck, only to find Brett leaning against it. You grinned at him as he
opened his arms. You ran into his arms as he lifted you up, your legs dangling
quite far from the floor. After a minute he put you down you stared up at him
with the biggest smile ever.
“So how was your trip with Satomi?” You asked softly as he
leaned against your car crossing his arms.
“It was good I learnt a lot. I missed my best friend
though.” He chuckled before bring you in for another hug but we were
interrupted by a throat clearing. You pulled away to see Sean there with a
pissed of look placed on his face. You moved away from Brett as they both seemed
to be sizing each other up. Compared to Brett, Sean was shorter he was about
“Who’s this?” Sean finally spoke his tone serious.
“This is Brett my best friend. Brett this is my boyfriend
Sean.” You stated almost automatically.
“How come I’ve never seen him before?” Sean asked still not
taking his eyes off Brett.
“He goes to Devonford prep. Plus he’s been travelling.” You
stated proudly as you smiled over at Brett who returned the smile easily but
then turned his attention back to Sean.
“Right anyway you still coming to that party tomorrow?” Sean
asked his voice still strained.
“Yeah. You coming Brett?”
“Whose party is it?” He questioned softly.
“It’s Lydia’s her mom’s away this weekend so she’s throwing
a party.” You stated, gasping when you remembered you were going shopping with
“Shit I gotta go! I have a shopping trip with Lydia.” You
exclaimed as you jogged over to Sean giving him a soft kiss before turning back
to your car.
“You coming Brett? Stiles, Mason and Cory are coming too.”
You made your way to the driver’s door as you spoke. He opened the door for you
before offering his hand so you could step up easier. He made his way round to
the passenger’s side, getting in and looking to you as you started backing out
the parking lot.
“So new boyfriend?” He finally said after 2 minutes of
driving you nodded in response. He grunted as if he was thinking but you
decided not to ask. After 5 minutes you arrived at the mall, you immediately
saw Lydia, Stiles, Mason and Cory stood by Stiles’ jeep. Once you cut off the
engine and started grabbing you bag, Brett got out and made his way round to
your door. He opened it, grabbing your bag before grabbing you and throwing you
over his shoulder making you squeal.
“Brett put me down you caveman!” You laughed as you
playfully hit his back, he put you down once you arrived in front of the pack.
“Okay so Mason and Cory you being here makes sense but
Stiles what you doing here?” Brett laughed as Stiles pulled a sour face.
“Because my boyfriend has horrible taste in clothes and we
need to update his wardrobe.” Lydia stated her lips doing that thing were they
pout slightly, like she was thinking of world domination.
“Boyfriend!? How much did I miss?” Brett choked as he heard
the word boyfriend.
“Mhm their cute together.” You responded impersonating
Lydia. Stiles and Lydia rolled their eyes in unison before you all made your
way into the mall.
“Question is why are you here?” Stiles finally spoke.
“I’m the bi sexual friend so I get away with helping the
girl change clothes.” Brett deadpanned Stiles’ jaw dropping as he looked at
everyone who were trying to contain their laughter.
“He’s helped you change!?” Stiles screeched at Lydia.
“No he only does that for Y/N, I usually have Mason help
me.” She responded sassily.
Stiles nodded as we finally walked into Macys, he followed
Lydia closely as they made their way to the male section. You followed and
started looking at jeans for Brett. You found a pair of dark indigo faded slim
fit jeans. Plucking them off the rack as Brett finally caught up with you, he
stood in front of you with a raised eyebrow. You held the jeans up then looked
at him as if analysing whether it was a good pick, when you finally nodded and
passed them to Brett as you made your way to the changing room. He went in
without a word as you stood there patiently, Cory and Mason arriving and waiting
with you. When Brett came out you all stopped to look at him, glancing over at
Cory before you both smirked.
“Who’s that sexy thing I see over there?” You both sang in
unison making Mason snort. Brett rolled his eyes and went back to the changing
room. When Brett came back out you and Lydia made your way to the girls
section. You both quickly picked some items before going to try them on,
leaving the boys to sit it the waiting room.
“I think you should stop eating southern fried chicken and
started eating Buttermilk Donuts. Their sweeter and drool worthy.” You stared
at her like she’d gone crazy before your jaw dropped realising what she meant.
‘I think you should stop dating Sean and start dating Brett.’
“Why what’s wrong with Southern Fried Chicken?” You raised
your brow at her as you stripped out your jeans. ‘Why what’s wrong with Sean?’
“It’s delicious and everything but it will betray you one
day and it’ll all go to your ass.” She slid on her dress before sipping it up
as she spoke. ‘He’s cute but he’s not trust worthy.’ After that she walked out
the changing room. You shook you head and did up your dress before walking out.
After 20 minutes you had paid and made your way over to the
food caught. As you stood in the que someone bumped into you making you almost
fall, until you felt strong arms wrap around you. You looked up to see Brett
glancing at you with concern, you smiled at him as if to reassure him you were
okay. He nodded his arms staying around your shoulder. He usually did this but
after what Lydia said the action made you blush. Once you all had your food you
went to find a table.
It was now Saturday and you were officially ready for Sean
to pick you up. You had 5 minutes to spare so you did you last check of your
hair and makeup before hearing a car horn. You made your way to the car, your
midnight blue dress slinging to your body like a second skin. It was a ruffle
off the shoulder dress that was tight and reached mid thighs. You wore nude
slightly pointed heels that clicked as you walked to the car.
Sean gave you a compliment before setting off, you both sat
in comfortable silence for all of the ride. Once you arrived Sean got out and
stood there as if waiting for me to get out myself, that’s when I remembered
how Brett always held the door open for me. In fact the whole of the pack males
always held the door open for the girls, this made you frown before deciding to
let it go. You made your way up Lydia’s drive before getting to her large front
door. You knew you were early because there was only a few people here but you
thought you could offer help. Sean went off to find any of his friends as soon
as Lydia opened the door making you roll your eyes.
After a few minutes of helping to make sure everything
valuable was in a locked room Lydia got you both a drink. You knew as a
werewolf you couldn’t get drunk but that didn’t matter you were here to have
fun. You sat on the counter across from Lydia, legs crossed as you spoke about
gossip that you’d both found out during the week. After a few hours you stood
with the pack outside by the pool, talking about anything and everything.
That’s when you felt lips press against you exposed shoulder. You glanced to
the side to see a drunk Sean trying to touch you up. You looked at the pack who
were rolling their eyes at his actions.
“Let go upstairs.” He murmured as his hands start straying
“How about no. Go get some water Sean.” You sighed pushing
his hands off, he huffed before walking off. You smiled at the pack before
continuing your conversation, but you got interrupted once again as someone
spun you round and dipped you down. You knew almost immediately it was Brett
causing you to laugh as he brought you back up. He grinned down at you making
“Okay as much as this is, I need a bathroom break.” You
giggled before glancing at Lydia and Kira, they nodded and followed you to
Lydia’s on suit. As you opened the door to Lydia’s bedroom you froze, causing
the girls to bump into you.
“Why did yo- Oh shit…” Lydia stopped and stared at the sight
“Boys get up here!” Lydia screamed which made Sean and the
blonde under him look up. He froze as he saw you, his eyes wide.
“What’s u- Oh really?” Stiles sassed as he saw Sean and the
blonde trying to cover herself. Brett came into the room and went to launch at
him but was quickly held back by Scott and Liam.
“I suggest you leave before I decide that letting Brett
loose wouldn’t be so bad.” Scott threatened as Sean pulled on his pants. You
couldn’t speak or move you were vaguely aware that someone had pulled you into
their arms, as soon as the smell hit you, you knew it was Brett and finally
looked up to see his worrying eyes.
“Screw this.” You heard some say behind you and suddenly you
saw Sean laying on the floor with a bloody nose. You looked up shocked to see
it was Stiles who had punched him, everyone else looked just as shocked, he
glanced at us before shrugging.
“What you guys weren’t gonna do anything about it.” He
retaliated a smirk making its way to his face. After Sean left Brett carried
you downstairs, making his way to the table outside. He sat down and placed you
down on his lap and waited for the pack to take a seat.
“Okay so let’s make this night more interesting.” Brett
grunted digging into his pocket bringing out a small bag that appeared to
contain 3 blunts.
“You know werewolves can’t get high right?” You snorted.
“With this stuff they can, Satomi introduced it to me when
we were traveling.” Brett smirked at Scott who was making grabby hands like a
little kid who wanted some candy.
You couldn’t stop laughing an hour later, you leaned into
Brett would was also laughing uncontrollably, his hands gripping you tightly as
Stiles started talking about random shit his voice rising higher as he got more
into the explanation. The party started dying out but that didn’t stop you and
the pack having fun. That fun was soon ruined when Derek showed up.
“Are you guys high?” He asked as soon as everyone realised
who had shut down the party.
“I dunno mom am I?” Scott’s voice went deep as he mocked
“Did you just quote Vampire Diaries?” Derek deadpanned
making everyone stop before they started laughing.
“Derek watches Vampire Diaries!” You screeched burying your
head into Brett’s chest as you tried to control your laughing. Isaac was
dragged home by Derek that’s when everyone else decided to leave too. You
laughed as you almost tripped up over nothing, you leant down and plucked off
your heels so you could prevent it from happening again.
“Nice ass.” You heard Brett say behind you making Scott
burst out laughing again.
“Nice everything.” You responded as you spun around, sending
him a playful wink. You knew you should be sad about Sean right now but with
all the warnings you weren’t. You saw it coming and your friends helped get
your mind off it all. You spun around and went to catch up with Kira, Mason and
Cory as Brett, Scott and Liam trailed behind you all.
You arrived at your house first, bidding everyone good night
you strolled inside. Making your way up to your bedroom. You stripped your
dress down leaving you in just panties.
“Maybe I should announce my presence.” You heard Brett’s
voice behind you, causing you to jump and spin around forgetting you had no bra
“Jesus Christ.” He groaned as he looked you up and down, you
looked down and squeaked before covering your breasts.
“What are you doing in my bed?” You snapped softly, trying
to cross your legs since you knew your panties were see through.
“I wanted to check you were okay?” He responded gently.
“I’m fine.” You responded just as gently, you shot him a
small smile as you decided to drop your hands to see his reaction. He bite his
lip as he looked you up and down. You smirked at him before making you way over
to your draws to grab a t-shirt, you pulled out a baggy top but before you
could put it on Brett was behind you, his hands gripping your hips. You gasped
as his hands ran down the front of your thighs.
“Brett what are y-you doing?” You stuttered as his hands
crawled back up your legs resting on your hips once again.
“Right now nothing.” He stated as his hands gripped your
“What are you going to doing?” You rephrased the question.
“That all depends on you.” He spun you round and pressed you
against your draws, caging you in with his arms. You took a deep breath trying
to gain the courage for what you wanted to say, thankfully because you were
still high it came out quite easily.
“And if I tell you I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my
name?” Instead on answering you he pulled you against his chest and brought his
lips down to meet yours. The kiss was sweet and you soon melted into it, your
arms wrapping around his neck. The kiss soon became more forceful and
passionate which made you knee’s buckle but Brett caught you before lifting you
up and wrapping your legs around him.
Your hands tugged at his hair, as his lips moved against
yours. His hand slid to your ass and he carried you over to your bed, he broke
the kiss and dropped you on the bed causing you to squeal. He chuckled at the
sound but moved to hover over you. He brushed your hair out the way leaning
down and kissing your forehead.
“Tell me if you want to stop, okay?” He asked gently as his
left hand ran through your hair and the other supported him, you nodded softly
before he started placing small kisses on your neck. You bit your lip when his
kisses turned to bites. His hand started to drag down your chest stopping to
run over you nipples making you whimper. You thought now would be a good time
to tell him you were still a virgin but you didn’t want to in case he stopped.
“B-Brett…” You couldn’t tell him you were scared.
“Hmm?” He mumbled as his mouth latched onto your left breast,
“I-I’m…I’ve n-never…” You tried to say it but the words
couldn’t come out only moans and whines. Suddenly he pulled back as if he
finally realised what you were trying to say. He looked at you shocked his
hands pulling away from you causing you to whimper.
“But I thought you slept with Jason last year after the
winter formal.” His statement sound more like a question but you just shook
“I couldn’t…I got scared and made him stop, t-that’s why we
broke up.” You stuttered tears welling in your eyes as you looked at him,
knowing he would want to stop. You looked away slightly but when you looked
back expecting pity all you saw was lust, making your eyes widen. A smirk
formed on his face as his hands made their way back to your breast. You gasped
as his other hand let go of your right breast and began moving down your
“Good it means I can ruin you for anyone else.” Brett
whispered huskily into your ear as his hand slid beneath your underwear, his
middle finger running along your slit. You gripped his broad shoulders letting
out a soft whine as his middle finger entered you. His other hand still
massaging your left breast as his tongue drew shapes onto your skin. He slid
his finger in and out before adding a second one then he did something that
made you almost jump away from him.
“W-What was that?” You panted as his finger pulled out
slightly before pushing back in crooking his finger again making you moaned
“You mean that?” He chuckled, you just nodded in response
and he kept rubbing that same spot, your hand covering you mouth trying to stop
the moans from coming out.
“That’s your g-spot babe.” He smirked as he continued his
ministrations, he took his spare hand off your breast and gripped your wrist
making you uncover your mouth. He sat up and moved his hands to a different
position, his finger now moving in a rough upwards motion which if you saw it
from someone else’s point of view it would look like he was being too rough but
all you felt was pure ecstasy. Your body started to involuntarily twitch, no
matter how much you tried to stop it you couldn’t. Brett bit his lip as he
watched you unravel, you’ve had an orgasm before but as you built up you
realised you’d never had one like this. When you finally unravelled you clung
to Brett like he was your life line.
“S-Shit! Brett..” You screamed in pleasure.
You finally started to come down from your high, still
clinging to Brett as he stroked your hair soothing you. Once you had stopped
shaking you looked up at him with wide eyes. He sent you a cheeky grin before
he attacked your lips with his after a few minutes he pulled away and got off
the bed. He reached into his pocket grabbing what looked like a condom before
making his way back to you.
“You sure about this?” He asked softly as he knelt in front
of you, in between your legs.
“Yes I want you…” You whispered, your face flushing
slightly, he nodded and rolled on the condom. He leaned down aligning himself
with your entrance before lacing your hands together. As he pushed in past the
barrier you squeezed his hand in pain. You looked at his hand to see Brett was
taking the pain away. You looked up at him with a thankful smile.
“You can move.” You whispered into his ear after a minute of
waiting. He let go of your hand and wrapped your arm around his neck as he
started moving. You gripped onto him as he used on arm for support and the
other to hold you close. He started moving at a slow yet firm rhythm, he was
groaning and panting in your ear which only served to turn you on further.
“B-Brett, feels good…” you moaned into his ear, biting his
ear lobe softly.
“I know baby, you feel so amazing.” He groaned against the
skin on your shoulder as you started to feel yourself build again.
“I’m c-close.” You gasped which made Brett move to press his
thumb against your clit as he sped up his thrusts. He pulled back to look into
you Y/E/C eyes, his bright blue ones boring into yours. You moved one hand to
caress his cheek as he bit his lips his eyebrows furrowing slightly, the sight
made you moan as you came for the second time that night. As you came around
him he leaned down and kissed you as soon as he kissed you he let out a small
husky groan. After his thrusts slowed he pulled back from the kiss before he
pulled out slowly. He pulled the condom off and putting it in the bin before
pulling back the covers and tucking you into his chest.
“Will you be mine?” Brett muttered against your hair as he
placed a soft kiss there. You pulled away and looked up at him with a grin
firmly placed on your face.
“Yes I would love to.” You responded before he pulled you
down for a sweet kiss.
(Y/N) (L/N) didn’t have many friends. At least, she didnt until the mysterious disappearance of Jason Blossom.
Jason Blossom’s disappearance-turned-murder had turned (Y/N)’s life completely upside down. She had been down by Sweetwater River the night of the school dance, the night when Jason’s body was discovered.
She had gone to the dance with Reggie Mantle, her best friend. They had been friends since kindergarten, and he protected her fiercely, never letting Chuck or any of the other guys put her in the playbook. When Reggie had noticed Chuck looking (Y/N) up and down as they were dancing, he decided it was time to leave. Instead of dropping her off at home, he had dropped her off at Sweetwater River, knowing that the girl had a tendency to wander around.
She had been relaxing on a rock, knees hugged to her chest, when she heard two voices coming towards her. She had gotten up and turned on her phone’s flashlight, pointing it at the new arrivals.
The young girl chuckled before noticing Moose behind him. She gave Kevin a knowing look as she talked, “So, what brings you guys here?”
“We were just gonna go for a swim,” Moose replied hesitantly. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Mantle?” He asked, walking past her.
She shook her head. Kevin grabbed her by the wrist as he dragged her along with him. “Oh god (Y/N). Don’t leave me,” he said, rolling his eyes at Moose.
They walked down the river bank until (Y/N) tripped on something. It was a shoe.
A shoe that belonged to the once living Jason Blossom.
Getting interrogated by Sheriff Keller after finding Jason Blossom’s dead body tends to draw a lot of attention to an individual, and lucky for (Y/N), she had managed to draw the attention of Riverdale’s very own super sleuth. A boy by the name of Jughead Jones.
She had also gained the attention of Betty Cooper, who had taken it upon herself to befriend the (H/C) girl. Luckily for both of them, they clicked and soon, B & V became B & V & (Y/I). (Y/N) began spending a lot of time at the Cooper’s residence, often staying there for long periods of time. She still hung out with Reggie, but he understood that she needed a female friend to talk to.
By being associated with Betty, (Y/N) quickly became integrated with the rest of her friends. Her and Archie got along marvelously, and she had a good friendship with both Veronica and Kevin. Jughead, on the other hand, was more curious about the mystery of Jason, although he couldn’t quite figure out why this girl intrigued him so much.
Pretty soon, Betty garnered both (Y/N) and Jughead’s help in restarting the Blue & Gold and they all began chasing after the truth, (Y/N) especially due to the fact that she had discovered the body. Her and Jughead often worked together and Jughead found that this worked out perfectly for him, as he could now get any information about Jason’s discovery from her.
He quickly realized she didn’t have much to say on the topic, but a beautiful friendship had formed.
It was only when they went to visit Polly, Betty’s sister, that (Y/N) realized that her feelings for Jughead had grown from friendship to something more.
“What if I really am crazy?” Betty asked. She was lying down on her bed as (Y/N) paced across her room. Betty’s parents had put them both on house arrest, seeing as they had gone to see Polly.
“Bets, you’re not crazy,” (Y/N) sighed.
“Fine, fine,” Betty said. She quickly sat up as a thought came to her mind. “What’s going on with you and Jughead?”
“What?” (Y/N) questioned as she turned to the blonde haired girl. “Nothing’s going on there. We’re friends.”
Betty smirked. “Those looks you two give each other are anything but friendly.”
(Y/N) looked down as she felt her face grow hot. “So maybe I have a teensy crush on Jughead,” she admitted.
“I knew it!” The blonde haired girl exclaimed, jumping up. “I knew you liked each other.”
“Betty, chill,” (Y/N) said. “He probably doesn’t like me back.”
“He does. I’m sure of it. You should tell him!”
(Y/N) looked out the window before looking back at Betty, “I’ll think about it. Hey, you’re parents are gone.”
Betty brightened up even more, “Great. I’ll go grab some food while they’re gone.”
Betty had been gone for about 20 minutes when (Y/N) heard knocking on the window. She had been lying on Betty’s bed and quickly sat up, only to see Jughead at the window.
(Y/N) quickly rushed over and opened the window, laughing slightly at Jughead.
“Hey there, Juliet,” Jughead said, red spreading across his face as he saw (Y/N). “Nurse off duty?”
“Jug, what are you doing here?” (Y/N) asked as she helped him climb in.
“I came to check up on you guys.”
Betty walked in at the wrong moment. (Y/N) was helping Jug get his balance and he was leaning heavily on her.
“So…what are you two doing?” Betty asked.
“Jughead here,” said (Y/N), motioning to Jug, “Came to check up on us.”
She made sure to emphasize the word ‘us’, not noticing Jughead frown as she did.
‘Maybe she doesn’t like me the way I thought she did’ he thought to himself.
Betty faltered at both her words and his expression as she brought up the pizza she was holding.
“Who’s hungry?” She asked.
(Y/N) and Jughead exchanged smiles. “I’ll go get plates and napkins,” the (H/C) girl said.
It had taken her less than five minutes. Less than five minutes to get plates and napkins and head back upstairs.
She was happy, they had managed to talk to Polly and now she was going to spend the afternoon with two of her favorite people.
She stopped abruptly as she got to Betty’s room. There, in the middle of the room, stood Jughead and Betty, kissing. Jughead held her face so gently, as though she’d break if he held on any tighter.
They hadn’t noticed (Y/N)’s presence until she dropped the plates she was holding and they shattered. The two teens sprung apart as they heard the noise, turning around to see (Y/N) bend down and picking up the shards whilst muttering apologies.
“I’m sorry guys, I didn’t know,” she said. Jughead bent to help her and as he they reached for the same piece, she flinched, cutting herself with the porcelain and leaving a long, deep cut on her hand.
“Oh shit,” she cursed. She quickly got up and turned to Betty. “Uh Betty, I have to go. Reggie just texted me, he needs my help with something. I’ll see you guys later.”
“Wait, (Y/N), your hand,” Jughead began. He flinched as the (H/C) girl looked at him with tears in her eyes. He had fucked up. Badly.
“I’ll be fine,” she muttered, looking down. “I’ll get Reggie to help me.”
All she could hear was Betty and Jughead calling after her as she ran down the stairs and left the house. She couldnt believe she had been so stupid as to waste time and feelings on someone like Jughead Jones. Of course he would choose Betty over her. As she reached the door, she felt someone pull her back. Jughead.
“Listen Jug, I gotta go,” she wouldn’t look at him. “Go back to Betty,” she said sofly. “I’ll see you at school.”
As she left, Jughead groaned and kicked the wall before heading back upstairs. Betty was in tears as she turned around and showed him (Y/N)’s phone. She had no texts from Reggie whatsoever.
Wow guys. Two posts in one day. Heck yeaaaaa. Anyways, I got this idea after watching episode 6. Hope y'all like it.
hiya I would like to request an imagine where tony and y/n are best friends and tony is hanging out with Jeff one day . So tony would FaceTime y/n secretly . Then tony would pick up y/n at her house and Jeff would be all shy and awkward and tony would start tease him sweetly . So tony brings y/n and Jeff to a family party he forces Jeff to dance with y/n bc he's shy and so Jeff bonds with y/n he starts being all flirty so tony would start teasing them on how good of a couple they would be . x
Anytime that Jeff was hanging out with Tony, you begged your best friend to facetime you to let you in on whatever Jeff was saying. He never said much about you, unless Tony brought you up, however the answers were normally underwhelming to your budding crush on the baseball player.
So again, this time you sat on the other end of Tony’s phone, chin on your hand lying on your stomach in bed, looking at the corner of Jeff’s head, as Tony’s phone was always hidden under blankets. The conversation was boring, as per, until your ears caught your name.
“So I was wondering if you and y/n would want to come to my family’s get together tomorrow evening, my dad said I could get a couple friends to tag along.” Your heart pounded, thinking about all the things you could do if you got Jeff alone - if he agreed to go, that is.
“Oh, wow, sure Tony - I’ll check if I’ve got anything going on.” You’re sure you saw Jeff’s eyes smile. You felt your the corners of your mouth upturning, too.
“Hey, maybe you and y/n could finally get to know each other? I’ve always thought you two would be cute…” Tony laughed, Jeff chuckling back at him - giving him no response.
You showed up to the party in a skirt and patterned strapless top. Tony greeted you with a side hug, attracting your attention over to the corner of the lounge where Jeff stood with a bottle of beer. Your heart melted at how good he looked in just a button down and jeans. He caught sight of your staring eyes, giving you a small wave and making his way over to you.
“H-hey Jeff,” you tried to say it confidently, but it came out in a nervous stutter when he towered over you, but smiling sweetly.
“Hey, y/n, what’s going on?” You shrugged a response, taking the cup of beer from an approaching Tony, him winking at you to encourage you on.
“Eh, not a lot, you?”
“Yeah, same, same,” the conversation went stale fast, causing Tony to exhale a nearly inaudible sigh in your direction.
Eventually a song Tony knew you’d always liked came ringing out from the speakers in the dining room. People began dancing to it, some alone, but some in partners.
Tony saw his chance, and you did too.
“Ask him to dance.” He whispered as he walked away, leaving you to handle your crush on your own.
“I love this song!” You decided on bursting out, beginning to sway a little closer to Jeff. He snorted at how you moved, taking the beer out of your hand and placing his glass and your cup down on the coffee table. “Wanna dance with me?” You spat out, nerves and beer and the excitement of a crowded house giving you a rush of ‘it’s now or never’.
“Um, sure…” he blushed a little, making you adopt a light dusting of red when he placed his hands on your hips, forcing you to drape your arms over his shoulders. You stood and swayed in time to the music, neither of you speaking a word, just looking into each other’s eyes. Your blush deepened (as well as your desire for him). You had no clue if he wanted you as much as you wanted him, but you didn’t care - so long as you had this one moment.
When the song ended, Jeff didn’t take his hands off of your hips immediately, lingering there until Tony came swaggering over to you both.
“Hey, lovebirds, cutest couple in the room.” Though you rolled your eyes at your friend, you were a little grateful that he was teasing Jeff about you.
“Whatever, Padilla - how about you go grab some food for my cute date, then.”
You? His cute date? You cared not if he was kidding, just having him say that about you was good enough to raise your spirits for the rest of the night.
Jeff left before you did, leaving you to jump around Tony’s living room, pleasantly buzzed and full up with greasy finger foods.
“He called me cute! He danced with me! He blushed whenever you said we’d be cute together!!” Your friend was giggling, him drunk out of him mind too, at you losing your shit over a few actions which could’ve easily been imagined or taken the wrong way - but they happened, nevertheless.
“Yeahhhh, girl, he did,” Tony slurred drunkenly, still shaking the bottle of beer to get the last of it down his throat. Tired out from dancing about the living room you crashed onto the loveseat right next to Tony, feeling your phone buzz against your thigh as you hit the cushion.
Jeff: had great fun with my cute date tonight, you’ve got sick moves
You squirmed in place, blocking out Tony’s complaints about you moving around so much. Tapping out a response, you got a text back almost immediately.
Jeff: haha,, how’d you feel about being my cute date again? was thinking maybe tony wasn’t so wrong about us being cute together…
Completely forgetting about the previous command to sit still, you threw your phone onto the cushion next to you, it bouncing hard enough to nearly hit the hardwood floor. You climbed over to Tony and started drunkenly yelling anything that would describe what you felt in that moment, messily explaining what Jeff had sent. Tony (although confused) smiled encouragingly at you, cheering you on all the while when you were typing a ~very~ drunk acceptance text to Jeff, your now literal cute date.
@illusionassasin requested: could I get a drabble with Bucky for 3, 11, 33, and 59 where they hate each other but the reader gets kidnapped or something with a happy ending???3. “Hey now! Hey, hey calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore”11. “She’s hiding behind the sofa” 33. “I feel like I can’t breathe when I look at you, you make me want to vomit. 59. “Why don’t you go cry me a river and see if I care?!” Pairings: Bucky x Reader, past!Natasha x past!Reader Warnings: Torture, Angst Author: Alice
“Miss, Captain Rogers is requesting your presence in the debriefing room.” I groaned as I got up, pushing the covers off and requesting the lights to be turned on. “Thank you Friday, please tell Rogers I’ll be down in ten.” “Of course Miss.” I sighed, moving over to my closet and grabbing my classic attire, a black crop top, black leather jeans, black combat boots, and spiked fingerless gloves. On my way out I grabbed my black leather jacket and threw it on, tossing my ombre blue hair up into a messy bun. “Miss, Captain Rogers is requesting your presence. He says it’s urgent.” I rolled my eyes as I entered the elevator, “Friday, how many minutes has it been since Rogers first requested my presence?” “Six minutes Miss.” “Then tell Rogers that I still have four minutes left and to calm the hell down. I’ll get there when I get there.” “Of course Miss.” It didn’t take long for the doors to open and when they did, I heard the cocking of guns. I looked up and saw men in tactical gear pointing their guns at me but the team was nowhere to be found. I scanned over everyone and noticed that one of them was wearing the Hydra emblem. I quickly moved to the corner and started to press the “close door” button but it would never close. They started to shoot and I took cover behind the control panel seeing as how they couldn’t shoot through that. “Friday I need assasitance! There are intruders in the tower!” There was no answer and the shooting came to a stop. “Bring her to me!” I peered over the side of the elevator doors and saw they were starting to come towards me. I got ready for a fight when they threw a grenade into the elevator. I made quick work to throw it back towards them and once it went off, I left the confines of the elevator and made my attack on the first guy who was near me. I jumped up performing Nat’s signature thigh grip move. I reached down into his utility belt, grabbing his extra gun and shooting the men who were coming at me. The agent finally dropped to the ground and I backflipped off him and threw the gun to the ground, grabbing one of the bigger guns and running for cover. Once I was safe, well as safe as I could be and I started firing. I could hear the thuds of the people I had managed to hit fall to the ground before I felt a searing pain in my back. I turned to late to see one of the men grinning at me. I fell to the ground with a thud and then I felt hands grabbing me and carrying me out from behind the sofa. They dropped me to the ground and the big man who I assume was the leader had them put me on my knees and started to punch me. I tried to put up a fight but whatever they had attacked me with was messing me up. They threw one good punch to my head and knocked me out. *General View* “Friday where is Y/N?” “Miss Y/L/N arrived at the debriefing level twenty minutes ago.” “Friday track Y/N’s whereabouts.” “Miss Y/L/N is not in the tower.” “Then where is she?” “Miss Y/L/N was removed from the tower against her will.” Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Steve and then looked at Tony. “Friday what the hell do you mean Y/N was taken against her will?” “Security camera’s on level ten were disabled for thirty minutes.” “And you didn’t think to tell me?” “My programing wouldn’t let me Mr. Stark.” Tony pulled out his tablet, messing with Friday. “Son of a bitch!” “What?” “Hydra was here and they took Y/N.” Bucky chose the time to enter then and looked over everyone before he sat down. “What’d I miss?” “Hydra was here and they took Y/N.” “They took that annoying thing? Well good reidenance then.” “Bucky!” “What?! She has never brought anything to this team and she let herself get taken? It’s a good thing she’s gone!” Natasha jumped up and pointed her gun at Bucky, making everyone jump up but no one made a move to stop her. Her voice was ice cold, and if it was anyone else they would probably be dead. “Listen here James and you better listen carefully. Y/N was more apart of this team than you ever will be. She was and always will be family to all of us. Ever since you came here you’ve been treating Y/N like shit. She has done nothing but stand up for you and help you even when you don’t realize it. And I can tell you this, I don’t care if you had nothing to do with her being taken, but if anything happens to her, I will kill you myself. And while you’re here, you will not talk shit about her. Do you understand?” “Yea.” “Talk shit about her one more time and you won’t be able to stop me.” Natasha sat down but kept her gun in front of her, the barrel still pointed at Barnes. “Friday was Y/N wearing her purple ameythst ring when she was taken?” “She was.” “Track it.” “I don’t get it. How does a ring have anything to with it?” “When Y/N first joined SHIELD, she came to us with the ring. The ring has special properties and her handlers used it to track her every movements. She asked us to change the properties and whenever the time came for us to use it, we would. The only exception is that the ring only works for Y/N.” “Sir the ring’s tracking device is disabled.” “Disabled?! How?!” “I’m not sure sir but nothing is popping up.” “What’s the big deal? Tracking devices can be disabled.” “I know that Barnes, I’m not an idiot but what I’m saying is that you can’t disable the rings tracking device because it’s the ring itself. The only way you can cut it off is if the ring is destroyed and the ring is attached to Y/N’ finger and she’s the only one who can physically take it off her finger. The only other way to get it off her finger is to well, cut it off.” “So you’re saying that Y/N took it off or she lost one of her fingers?” “Exactly what I’m saying.” Everyone looked down around at each other before they looked up at the big screen when Fury came on. “I don’t know how you did it and I honestly don’t want to know. We found her. She’s being held at a Hydra fecility outside of the city limits. I want you all to promise me that you’ll bring her back, and you’ll bring her back alive.” “We will. If we don’t then we’ll make the sons of bitches pay for what they did.” Everyone looked over at Bucky, surprised he had even said something, let alone something like that. “Then suit up and bring our girl back home.” “Yes sir. You heard the man, suit up and meat at the hangar in five minutes.” Everyone nodded their heads and got up leaving the room when Steve called for Bucky to stay. Bucky nodded and sat down and waited for everyone to leave. Once they were all gone, Bucky turned to face Steve, “Yeah?” “I want to make this clear, you may be my friend but Y/N has been with us since the beginning and since you’ve been here, all you’ve ever done is treat Y/N like complete shit so I need to know right now if this is how you’re going to be I will bench you.” Bucky nodded, wordlessly getting up and walking towards the door. He grabbed the door, only turning a little bit to speak to Steve, “Don’t worry about having to bench me Steven, I’m benching myself. If worst comes to worst and I get in a compromising position no one on this team will come to help me because they will all be up in Y/N’s business.” And with that Bucky left, the door slamming shut behind him. Steve rubbed his hands down his face, collecting himself before he grabbed his shield and going to get ready. Once he was ready he met up with the others at the hangar, they all boarded and left, hoping to save their long time friend.*Y/N’s View* Slowly I opened my eyes, my eyes needing some time to adjust to the brightness. Once I fully came to, I looked around and noticed I was in a cell and strapped down to a chair. The lights were so bright, I couldn’t see what was outside the cell. ~~~Outside One-Way Wall~~~ “Is she awake?” “Yes doctor.” “Excellent, prep her for transport and then take her to the lab.” “Of course doctor.” “Oh and agent, have ten guards with transport. This one will fight back.” “Yes doctor.” ~~~Normal View~~~ I heard the cell door creaking open and I snapped my head over to it, seeing a scrawny man enter. “Is this what they send to break me? I believe I’ll be the one doing the breaking here sweetheart, not you.” The man started to laugh and I gave him a funny look, eyeing him as he walked closer and the door opened again with five bigger men than Steve entering. “I believe I will actually break you, sweetheart. You can do nothing but bend at our will, and you will. They all do.” “I will never break.” “They all say that to sweetheart. Bring her. The doctor is ready for her now.” The agents circled me, moving closer as though I were their prey. I didn’t move, letting them think I was going to be cooperative. They released the shackles holding my legs down to the chair, only to replace them with something stronger. They did the same thing to my wrists and then they attached the two, pushing me forward with a hard shove telling me to walk or die. “Well you kinda can’t.” “Oh yeah? And why is that?” “Because it’s like short stack said, the doctor wants me, and he wants me alive. So you kinda can’t kill me or you’ll die. I mean either way I don’t care but you would loose your life, and the only thing Hydra teaches is die for your mission. I am not your mission. You would be the laughing stock for years to come. Everyone will know who you are, even if you are dead. You’ll be used as a marytr so I wouldn’t do anything stupid if I were you.” “Walk.” He pushed me forward and I stumbled a bit before I caught my footing, holding my head high and walking with confidence. I cut my eyes over, watching everyone and paying close attention to my surroundings. Five more guards joined us, their guns trained on me. I scoffed but kept my snide comments to myself, following the little nobody to where the doctor was. We entered another building, it was much cleaner than the one I had just came from and went below it, going to the lab. I was forced into a chamber, one that reminded me much like the cryro-chambers. They removed my chains, locking me in place with the glass chamber. The guards moved around the room, the scrawny agent staying near me. When the door opened everyone snapped to attention and I cut my eyes over in his direction, freezing up when the chamber started to move into an upright position. “Is my little Amethyst ready?” “Yes sir. She’s been prepped and we’re waiting on your orders.” “Excellent.” The doctor moved closer to me and touched the side of the chamber like he was touching my face. “You will truly be beautiful Amethyst.” “I’m sorry I believe there has been some sort of misunderstanding, you see, I already am beautiful.” “Yes you are, but I will make you better.” He looked over at the scrawny agent and nodded, and moved back going to a console. The chamber started to fill with purple smoke before I felt something poking at me. I could feel the burning and cooling of a liquid coursing through my veins. I screamed out, the pain becoming too much. As quick as it came, it left. The chamber opened, purple smoke filling out. The doctor walked towards me smirking, causing a shiver to run through me. “Let me see you my little Amethyst. Open those pretty little eyes for me.” I opened my eyes, and the doctor’s evil grin was the first thing I saw. “It worked! Put it down, we must send this to Madame Hydra. This is excellent, excellent indeed. The serum from the ring worked, the only known physical change is her eyes are no longer Y/E/C, but they are now purple. Take her to the training room. We must know what she can do! But leave her in the chamber, we shall see if we can make her even better.” “But sir, that may kill her.” “The Amethyst can not be killed. Now do it!” “Yes sir.” I felt a searing pain coursing through me, everywhere it was just, there. I couldn’t hold my screams in, making the doctor laugh. I felt myself slipping and the last thing I heard was it was done. Tags under cut
Request: Could you do a (BWAM) daddy Suga? Where you’ve been misbehaving? Thank you so much!
Suga/Yoogni (ft. Jungkook)
Description: Ever since you and Yoogni been working together at his business, you guys been sharing a steamimg relationship behind closed doors. When Yoogni says “no” to sex, you become a bad girl and get fucked in multiple places in the office.
You stared at Yoongi from a distance, biting your botttom lip having continuous images of him fucking you with no mercy over the glass desk. Yoongi would be pulling your black tight curls back, standing up, making your head rest on his shoulder, loving the way you screamed out his name. Or he’d be sitting on the brown tall chair, watching you bounce on his thick cock, moaning out your name.
“Y/N!” You threw your head back,gripping your breast as Yoongi’s loud chants filled your ego.
“Y/N!” Feeling his thickness fill you up, your walls clenched around his cock like a vise, having an orgasm rip through you-
“Y/N!” You jumped up looking at Yoongi. “Y-yes?” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “I told you- could you please go refill my cup?” Jung kook snickered making you blushed. You nodded and walked over to grabbed his mug, walking over to the coffee he had placed next to the door. You started pouring when your your eyes got focused on something better.
You bit your bottom lip as you watched him focus on the paperwork. Its not what many girls would find attractive in a guy but you found it the most sexiest thing about him.
He looked up at you and his eyes widened. “Y/N!” You looked down and saw the coffee was spilling over on your hand. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” You mumbled wiping your hand. Yoongi sighed disappointed making you blush in embarassment. I really need to stop thinking about him, you thought. You wiped your hands and poured cream before walking over and handing it to him.
“I’ll be back after I fix the mistake alright, hung. See you, Y/N,” Jungkook waved as he walks out. Now it was you and Yoongi alone. You took a deep breath before walking over to him. “Here Yoongi,” you sat it down. About to walk back, Yoongi grabbed your wrist making you stop. You turned around to face him and he slowly lifted his head up amd met eyes with yours. Just staring made you drip. You stepped back to him, closing your legs tightly a bit.
“Y-yes Yoongi-” “whats wrong with you? Why haven’t you been concentrating lately?” He asked quietly in a stern voice. Your not making it easy! You thought when the stern voice went straight to your core.
“U-um its nothing,” you responded. Ypongi raised a brow. “Tell me.” “Its embarassing,” you tugged on your wrist and Yoongi held jt tighter.
“I will release you for the night and you won’t get paid- now tell me why haven’t you been concentrating,” he said the last part with gritted teeth.
“You,” you whispered. “I can’t focus because all I think about is your fucking me senseless over this desk.” Yoongi released you after you said that and chuckled.
“I fucked you last night jagiya,” he laughed. You rolled your eyes and put your hands on the desk staring at him.
“But I want you now.” Yoongi shook his head. “I’m sorry sweetie, but I can’t. I’m busy,” he shrugged and went back onto his laptop. Fuck it, you thought. If you weren’t going to get it your way, you had to make him want it.
You slid his papers and laptop over and climbed on the desk, crawling to him sexily, grabbing his tie, before attaching your lips top his. Surprised, he kissed you back. You tugged on his tie a bit nore as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, being the dominant. When Yoongi tried to traded roles you pulled away, a string of saliva attached to the bottom of both of your bottom lips. You licked it way, making him surprised, and winkes at him. You pulled back and laid on your aas, spreading your legs apart, showing him your soiled panties. You lifted your pencil skirt, giving him a better view before rub your clit, your hips matching your movements.
Yoongi looked between your caramel thighs as your touched yourself. You knew he was getting excited by the way he gulped down a lump. You threw your head back, gripping your clothed breast. “A-ah Yoongi!”
“Y/N..” You didn’t respond. You stuck your middle and ring finger in your perfect plump lips as you twirled your hips in Yoongi’s face.
“Y/N..” You inched your core closer to him and you went to the pen he was holding qnd grinded your core against the plastic, feeling the cold metal play with your slit and clit. You threw your head back moaning. “O-oh Daddy!”
“Kitten,” he mumbled. You stopped and lifted your head, pouting when you saw his lust filled eyes.
“Yes daddy?” You responded in a cute moan. Yoongi stood up and pushed you down, attacking your lips. He aggressively made out with you on the desk’ gripping your hip, dragging his nails down your thigh. Yoongi tried to put his tongue in your mouth but you denied making him frown. You tugged on his bottom lip as he pulled away. When you released and gave a teasing smiling. Yoongi having enough of your bullshit, surprising you, grabbed your neck tightly making you choke.
“Ive had enough of you, kitten,” he whispered. Turning your head, he kissed your cheek sloppily. “Wanna be a dirty little slut?” He asked. When you didn’t respond, he forcefully grabbed your face making you look at him. He stared into your eyes and kissed your squished lips roughly. You tried to push him away but he grabbed your wrist and pulled away.
“Daddy’s gonna ruin you,” he said as he took off his jacket. He unbuttoned his dress pants and zipper and with one swift movement, he pulled his cock out. You stared at the thick veined cock. You bit your bottom lip staring at it. Yoongi grabbed the front of your panties and ripped it off. Your eyes stared at him like he was insane, but he didn’t care.
My heart felt like it could explode any minute. The bus smelled like gasoline and I knew that we could all die very soon. Our hands were cuffed into some chains so no one could leave this bus. The red head who was behind this all was walking closer to me. It was Jerome Valeska. He had killed his own mother. It was all around the news not so long ago.
It’s not like I cared about the girls in this bus. In fact, I hated them all. They had treated me like shit since I joined this team. I was more worried about my own life. He just tried to set this thing on fire but his lighter didn’t work. Now he wanted a lighter from us.
‘’I asked you something. Anyone got a light?’’ Jerome had to repeat himself a little angrily. The other girls cried and tried to tell him no. Then there was me. ‘’Yes’’ I managed to say with fear in my voice. Jerome turned to look at me just as the police sirens came closer. Only his eyes made a shiver run down my spine.
‘’Well well well look at you’’ He giggled and put his gun against my head. Oh shit. ‘’Give it to me’’ He demanded more seriously. That’s when I raised my hands to show him that they were still cuffed. Jerome sighed and rolled his eyes before he actually uncuffed me. Some of the girls were staring at me in disbelief. How could she do that? Is she fucking serious? I could almost read their minds by the looks on their faces.
‘’Now hand it over’’ Jerome reminded me, snapping me out of my thoughts. With trembling hands I grabbed my black bag. I emptied it and then scavenged through my stuff. Then I found it, my orange lighter I used to the few cigarettes I smoked when I was really stressed. ‘’Since you were so kind, I’ll take you with me’’ Jerome said and then laughed. My eyes widened and I felt sick.
I would go with him?
Jerome grabbed my arm and yanked me up. Me knees were shaky but I managed to walk. As we got out of the bus I saw police cars. The officers were hiding and pointing at the bus with their guns.A part of me wished that someone would save me but on the other hand, I wanted to go with Jerome as well. This made me feel so alive.
‘’Ha ha ha!’’ Jerome laughed even more. He enjoyed this so much. The police couldn’t shoot towards the bus because it could set on fire. ‘’Here loser, light ‘em up!’’ Jerome yelled and then threw the lighter to one of his friends. Before I could think of anything else, he started running towards a red truck. Of course I had to run as well since his grip on me was tight.
‘’Get in!’’ Jerome growled and literally pushed me inside. The driver hit the gas pedal Jerome was standing on the stairs and he looked at the cops. We escaped just like that.
I looked behind us and at the same second I saw the bus. Fire spread wildly and the entire thing was burning. Black thick smoke rose in the air and parts of the bus fell off already. A few seconds later the fire had done enough damage to make it explode.
I should cry, I should scream and beg for mercy. I should feel guilty. But I didn’t.
Jerome got inside now and he shut the door. It made me look away from the crime scene. ‘’Is it just me or does it smell like roasted beef in here?’’ Jerome cracked a joke. He probably thought that I’d be crying by now.
‘’A little’’ I replied quietly. The corners of my mouth curved into a smile. I was free. The people who hated me were gone forever.
‘’Hmm looks like you aren’t as sane as I thought you were’’ Jerome snickered while playing with his gun. Maybe I was a little insane, because it had been a long time since I was so happy the last time. Damn I was in a truck with criminals that broke out of Arkham and I felt free.
‘’I hope there’s a shower wherever we’re going because I smell like gasoline’’ I told Jerome and looked into his pretty eyes. He wasn’t so scary now. Yes I was scared in the bus because I thought I was going to die. But now I wasn’t. He seemed pretty cool.
‘’Oh trust me the shower is the fanciest you’ve ever seen. The place is like a palace’’ Jerome assured me which made me smile. ‘’Now would you want to tell me your name?’’ He asked me which reminded me of the reality of things. We didn’t even know each other. Let’s get started then.