this is mainly me trying to get back into gif making again

south side princess (part one) 

Pairing ~ Reader x FP Jones
Prompt ~ after living in the upper side of Riverdale for 3 years, you decide to go stay your dad on the south and forming a crush for the older fp Jones
Warnings ~ swearing, drinking drugs, age gap romance (reader 19yrs old)


Story ~
It was 3 years since your mother and father had spilt up. Your mother had taken you to live in what she called upper Riverdale, what most would call the nice or good side of the tracks. Your father had stayed on the Southside. Your grandfather was the old leader of the gang the south side serpents until his death a few months ago. Forsythe Pendleton Jones the 2nd (or Fp as he was called) was the new leader with your father his right hand man. You had known Fp your whole life. 


In the last 3 years you had re-started high school hating that you was a year older then everyone else, after you was held back a year (because you hadn’t attended school for 2 years) before even starting Riverdale high but at least you was now in the same year as you childhood friend Jughead Jones. In that time you had become a river vixen, your grades where up and you started becoming friends with Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge. When you first moved into your mother’s childhood home your grandmother old house, Veronica took it upon herself to give you a full make over. Now you looked like her double, posh girly dresses, sassy tops and skinny jeans filled your wardrobe. More hair and makeup products then ever really needed. 

After a long week and a trying day, You was sat sulking in pop’s after a cheerleader practice, Cheryl had been a bitch with the squad mainly you a Veronica getting the brunt of her mood. You and your mother had been fighting a lot the last few weeks as well to the point you didn’t think you could stay anymore. Jughead Jones slid into the seat facing you with a smile. “what’s up y/n, you’ve been looking at that milkshake for 20 minutes?” He asks. “it’s my mom we’re always fighting and I don’t want to stay there, I can’t stay there anymore” I tell him as he takes the cherry from my melted milkshake. “What about your dad?” he says. As he pops the cherry in his mouth.
You only saw your dad once a month when you would go stay the weekend with him in the trailer park hanging with your old friends now all serpents. “juggie that’s an amazing idea” you smile “I’m going to call him tomorrow” you grab your bag hugging the raven haired boy. heading home thinking of what to say to your dad. 


At home your walked into your mother waiting for you. “where have you been it’s almost 10:30pm” you give a one word answer “pops” she started screaming as you ignore her. Since coming here you wasn’t the only one who had changed. Your mother had become a living breathing copy of Alice Cooper. She went through you room, wouldn’t let you out past 10. Told you to stay away from Jughead because of who his dad was. Controlling as much of your life as she possibly could. Wanting you to be more like Cheryl or Betty.
In your room, you tried to block her out but she followed still complaining about it was a school night, about you not giving yourself time to finish homework or practice with the vixens. After a really bad argument you started to grab you school books and laptop. “I’m going to stay with dad” was all you said before running out the door.

It was nearly 11pm and you didn’t really want to knock at your dad’s at this time. The trailer park was still a few miles away and you started getting cold and tired. You thought about Jughead heading to the drive in to find him it was on the way to your dad’s anyway. You had knocked and knocked, but no one came to open the door. You realized the biggest mistake you had made was leaving without a coat, all you had on was your river vixen outfit and pumps. Your gave one last bang on the door screaming his name, thinking do you go to your dad’s or back home. Home was closer but you didn’t want to see your mum after walking out.
“y/n,” you turn to the sound of your name looking to it’d owner. You see a man walking towards you. His hands in his jeans pocket with a swagger to his stride. In the light you see fp Jones the new leader of the gang your grandfather used to lead. “Why are you out here dressed like that at this time if night?, are you trying to give my boy a heart attack?” he asked looking you up and down intensely slow. “didn’t know you did booty calls Princess” he said. smiling slightly swaying saying back “only for a lucky few, Jones why you jealous?” fp just raises an eyebrow. This flirty banter was normal for you both. It had all started when you was younger , Fp would say something flirty to make you blush and it always worked but now you got older and would think if a witty comeback. It was just how you both was with each other.

You had always had a crush on fp ever since you was about 16 you knew it was wrong or you believe it was. He was over 20 years older then you but looked younger then he was. you managed to keep your little crush hidden, but you couldn’t help think what would it be like if one day he acted on the jokes or looks you sheared with each other.
“I had a fight with my mom again. I left home I thought about coming to stay with my dad but it was late and cold I was going to see if jug would take me in for the night” you tell him. Shivering in your skirt rubbing your bare arms
He took his leather jacket off placing it round your shoulders, but kept hold of both sides of the collar. “your dad’s away doing a job for me, he won’t be back for 3 weeks” you feel defeated thinking you will have to go back to your mothers. He pulls on the collar bringing you closer to him. He spoke slow, and burly a whisper it felt seductive, “you could, only if you wanted to” he looked you in the eyes keeping your focus locked onto his. Making your breath catch ,he was speaking in a hushed voice “stay in mine tonight, tomorrow I’ll get your dad’s spear key take you to get you stuff from mums” you smile as he speaks fully aware how close you was to him, you try pushing the mixed thoughts you have to the back of your mind. Fp let’s go with one hand lifting it to your face tucking your hair behind your ear “I know a princess like you needs her things” you couldn’t speak the touch of his hand on your face sent shivers down your side. Fp turned walking toward his van “you coming y/n” he shouted. You quickly run to catch up with him not needing to be asked twice.

In the truck Fp put the heating on as you rubbed your thighs to get warm. Once you feel the goosebumps disappear you sit back getting comfortable, pulling his jacket tighter around you. “why do you call me a princess?” you ask giving him a smirk. Fp laughs “look at you! in 3 years you went from bad ass bitch to pampered Princess” you frown your eyebrows at him. He looks at you then back to the road repeatedly switching between the two as he spoke “when your mother took you, you didn’t bother much with make - up had your own style. And in the last few times I’ve seen you, you started wearing makeup doing your hair up like your in a magazine and now, your fully fledged member of the Riverdale elite” he reached over slightly flicking the hem of your skirt “team colors and all” you just giggled not known what to answer. At his trailer Fp showed round even though you had been numerous times before, then after something to eat he took you to his room telling you to sleep in his bed and he got a blanket sleeping on the couch.

The next morning you went home waited for you mum to leave for work going in inside to get showered and pack a few bags. You went to put on a dress but when you held it to the mirror you began to think about what fp had said. You did look like a princess not the person you once was. Had I really changed into a carbon copy of the girls around me? was I just like Cheryl? You played with a snake necklace round you neck before deciding to get changed. You found a pair of black skinny jeans a green top a leather jacket and a pair of heels your grandfather had bought you with snakes on the heels not long before he died. Done your hair and makeup. Looking at the new outfit you had put together it was old meets new. And you liked it.
 

You put your bags in Joaquin’s car so he could take them back the trailer for you and headed to school. 

At lunch Jughead came and sat with you. “can I ask you something?” He didn’t give you chance to answer “did I see you getting in my dad’s van last night?” he asked his brows frowning. “yes I was coming to stay with you, but you wasn’t at the drive in, I saw fp he gave me a lift to the trailer park let me crash at his coz my dad’s out of town” you answer. Jughead looked and blinked not saying what was on his mind. Jughead had seen the closeness between his father and best friend but didn’t what to push the matter afraid of the answer he’d get. “so when are you moving south side then?” he asked “today I sent some of my things up there your dad’s getting me my father’s key” you said excited jug just nodded, when the bell went you and jug walked to class. 


All day people had commented on your change of style. Betty and Veronica loved it, saying it takes time to find your own style and this was yours. Cheryl on the other hand came over when you was in the corridor “you trying to look like the trailer trash your living with now” you step forward snarling her “no I just didn’t want to look like you” you didn’t give time to answer, your spun on your toes flicking your hair walking away. You seamed to get more attention from the boys in the school. Both Reggie and Chuck had given you whistles when you walked past. Feeling good you headed to your locker grabbing you bag. Outside you see Fp waiting for you a sexy grin as he learned against the truck.

“want a ride home? ” he asked when you walked over to him. You jumped in the blue truck ready to get to your stuff put away. During the ride you hardly spoke, Fp looked at you finally braking the silence" what’s with the new look?“ He didn’t take his eye off the road, but had that stupid sexy smirk in his face. "I don’t know what your talking about Jones” you sing song back to him trying to hide the blush in your cheek he hummed in amusement but didn’t question your reply. For the rest of the way you was quite again. When you got to the trailer fp handed you the keys to your dad’s helped you carry your boxes and bags in.
Inside it was a mess and the was nothing in to eat. Fp offered you to come back to his if you wanted he’d get take out for you both. You told him maybe later wanting to clean the place up a bit. After a 2 hours you had cleaned up, it now looked like a different place. Moved you bags into your room and headed back to Fp’s. Outside you could hear music talking laughing, Inside the was half of the serpents drinking having a party. “where’s Jones?” out asked the nearest gang member. “try the kitchen” was all he said without looking at you. In the kitchen you see him with a few other lads all smoking and taking drugs. He looked strange at first like you he’d forgotten you was coming over “do you want me to leave?” you shout over the music “no stay y/n, I’ve just sent Joaquin on a beer and food run anyway” he says smirking at you.

You wasn’t a stranger to a serpent party you had been to a few before. You took a beer from the counter using the edge of it to open the cap, Your dad let you drink at 16, your mom didn’t like it but never stopped you ether. The two other in the room one about 24 the other 30ish looked at you with crossed eyebrows. “What it’s a beer or can’t girls drink beer?, well tough shit” you sass at them taking a long gulp from the bottle. The younger one walked over to you trying to look sexy yet intimidating “hey you! what’s the name doll?” he asked. you gave over exaggerate an eye roll. “the name is y/n and don’t call me doll” you said with as much attitude as possible. “aw small pretty little girl thinks she can play tough and trying to be a serpent, don’t think you really belong here doll” he acts cocky looking you up and down as he goes to grab your ass. Before he can you grab his wrist twisting it until he was screaming for you to let go “I don’t act or try” you started saying hard but calm tone. The older guy stood up to protect his mate when Fp stepped in. “y/n” he says arching an eyebrow.

You let go of the man side stepping closer to Fp, “tough as nails this one boys, and she already belongs” he started placing a hand on your shoulder. He ran his finger down your collarbone, you almost quiver at his touch. Then he hooks his finger around the chain of your necklace pulling the green eyed silver snake pendent from under your top . “y/n y/l/n was born a serpent,” they gasp at the sound of your surname. You smirk matching the one Fp had. “she’s Mitch y/l/n granddaughter”. Both of them sat down with dumbfounded looks you pick you drink back up having another swig not knowing what to say “this is Jack and Shane” he pointed introducing them to you Jack the younger one rubbing his wrist waving.

Fp looks you up and down “she our South side Princess” he called you holding your gaze. You blush bright red but liked the new nickname “oh you wish I was yours, Jones” you say back placing you palm on his chest lightly pushing him back. He chuckles giving you a wink when two more younger boys came in, with pizza and more alcohol in their arms.

A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes.[*Smut]

A/N: Sorry this took forever to get up. I had to rewrite it. It’s not as smutty as I’d liked it to be but I’ll write another one later that more smut. love ya xx

Request: yes, by several people.

“You ready for this?” The Sheriff asked me as we stood in front of the door to Derek’s loft. I could feel him looking at me but my eyes were glued to the large metal door. On the other side was Stiles. Only it wasn’t really Stiles. As Kira’s mother liked to put he was void. More specifically he was possessed my a thousand year old fox spirit with a hankering for strong emotions. In a nutshell, everything about Stiles was Stiles except the only part that matter, his mind. I tore my gaze from the door and it landed on Mr.Stilinski. How do I answer? One of my best friends was in there.

“Are you?” I asked genuinely. He only look at me with eyes of uncertainty. I nodded and took a deep breath. I placed my hand on the handle and slid the heavy door open. Stiles was standing in the center of the loft in different clothes then the ones he’d worn to Echin House, which was the last time I’d seen him. His skin was more pale than usual, and the circles under his eyes made it seem like he’d never known sleep. The Sheriff moved closer to his son, producing a pair of handcuff and dangling them. I trailed behind him, being sure not to get to close.

“You’re going to handcuff me?” Stiles said and it was unsure whether this was really him or not.

“If any part of my son is still in there, he’ll let me. Because he knows I’m here to protect him from himself and others.”

The boy held up his hands together so the Sheriff could place the cuffs on him. As his father did so, Stiles looked past his father to me. I froze not expecting to be noticed, and stared directly in his eyes trying not to show fear. He pursed his lips into a dark smile, and it was clear the boy I loved wasn’t there. I’d never admitted I loved him to anyone before including him, and I was afraid I never would get the chance now.

“You’re not my son.” Sheriff Stilinski gritted. The Nogitsune smiled wider and broke the handcuffs, they swiveled off his wrist on to the ground. Derek, Chris Argent, and Allison all were standing close by waiting incase Plan A went awry. As if on cue, they appeared in the threshold of the door. Derek bent down on a knee changing from human to wolf form in the process. Chris and Allison were both wielding their weapon of choice. I’d been offered a gun and even a knife, but not being experienced with either, I declined. Allison attacked first, pointing a stun gun at Stiles and shooting. The point of this rendezvous was to capture not kill. Unfortunately, the Nogitsune had powers we weren’t aware of. He grabbed the prongs, even though electricity bolted through them, and whipped the weapon from her fingers. Derek attacked next without warning, so quick and agile I was sure he’d catch Stiles off guard. I was proven wrong, when Derek’s arm was twisted, then he was slammed into a nearby table, and thrown into an adjacent wall. Stiles shifted his head to me with an obscure smile, I stepped back a little frightened. Before he could make a move, Argent was in front of him with a gun pointed at him. The corner of Stiles mouth perked up before he turned to his father a fear stricken look on his face.

“Dad? Daddy? He’s going to shoot me! Don’t let him shoot me!” He cried. Argent didn’t budge saying he’d killed many supernatural creatures before, a Nogitsune would just be another. Father Stilinski drew his gun on Argent. A verbal fight broke up amongst the team. I covered my ears with my hands trying to block out everyone’s voice. It was so chaotic, and as I thought the words I knew this was his doing. He was feeding off it. Allison and I had the same thought and she spoke before I did. She yelled over them to stop, and they did just as the sunset outside. 

“This is what he wants.” She barked at them, no one lowered their firearm. 

“Not exactly.” He smirked. “I was kind of hoping Scott would be here. But I’m glad you all have your guns out, because you’re not here to kill me.“ He paused. Just as he did, the room seemed a little off. A second later, we learned why. The Oni surfaced into the room, two in front of Sheriff and Argent. And two near the entrance where Derek and Allison now stood. By accident I was in the middle of them, and to my misfortune Void Stiles sunk in with me. Sheriff Stilinksi attack first firing his weapon, Allison and Derek followed, and lastly Chris whose gun stalled delaying him. Frightened by the presence of the Oni, I didn’t even notice Stiles slip his hand into mine. Only when an Oni blade missed Allison and almost hit me, causing me to curl into Him did I realize how close we were. I peered into his eyes, looking for a trace of the trickster. But only saw Stiles’s beautiful amber eyes shining down.

“Stiles?” I asked hesitatingly and he nodded reassuringly. I smiled only to be confused when something fabric covered my mouth and a haziness washed over me. Last thing I remember was his voice low and raspy.

“Never trust a fox.”

I faded into darkness.

When I regained consciousness, I was cold. A bone chilling cold almost as if I was outside. I could tell I was laying on some sort of cushion, but I was still a bit hazy and couldn’t make out much more. Several minutes later, after the cloudiness left my brain, I saw where I was. I was laying on an old blue couch that smelt vaguely of bleach and old people. The ceiling was cement except for two grated sections off to the right. A light shined in through the small holes and I recognized it as the moonlight making sense why it was so cold.

“Morning Angel.” His voice startling me. Stiles sat on the arm of the couch, and looked at me over his shoulder with a devilish smirk. I hadn’t noticed him sitting there before, and I wasn’t entirely sure that he had been. It was dark in the cold room and I could only see him though the faint moon light coming from above.

“Stiles?” I rasped, my voice getting used to working again.

He scoffed. “Wouldn’t that be a happy ending?”

No, it was void Stiles. Suddenly, the words resurfaced in my brain. ‘Never trust a fox.’ He’d convinced me with just a look in Derek’s loft that he was Stiles. How could I have been so naive?

“Why have you brought me here?” I demanded.

“Now, Y/N.” He chuckled standing and strolling over to me. I scooted further into the couch knowing there was no way out. “I can’t give away all of my secrets. But you know Stiles has many, would you like to know some?”

“Stop.” I whispered.

“Like how he had sex with Malia Tate on this very couch.” He pointed down to the couch. The news was a blow, I’d always imagined being Stiles first. My heart sank a little at the thought.

“Stop.” I said sternly again try to stay strong.

“Or how he’s kissed Lydia before, and constantly thinks about doing it again.” Another blow to my heart.

“Stop!” I screamed.

He bent down leaning his face close to mine and smiled. “Does the thought of Stiles fucking someone else discourage you? Is it because you love him?”

Rage boiled through me, I hated the fact he could see right through me. I couldn’t control myself and I smacked the boy in front of me across the face. His head was thrown to the side from the blow. When he turned back to me, he had a cold look in his eyes. My breathing was uneven from a mixture of fear and anger. As I stared back at Him, I saw something else in his eyes. Something I hadn’t seen until now. Unexpectedly, he rammed his lips into mine. I pushed him away confused by the act. My lips tingled with the feeling of his on mine. I kept him at arms length, my hand still gripping his shirt. I couldn’t get the thought that I’d just kissed Stiles out of my head. I knew it wasn’t really Stiles, but physically it was.

“Do you know what the Nogistunes feed off on?” he whispered.

“Chaos. Pain. Strife.” I listed.

“Mainly.” he agreed. “We feed on much more. We’re all hungry, Angel.” He pushed past my failed attempt at holding him back, and leaned into my ear.

“I feed off lust and desire. Like your desire for Stiles. Or your lust for me to fuck you right here.” 

I wanted to admit his was wrong, that I didn’t want him near me. But he began to run his hand up my thigh and a current ran through my core.

“You can’t resist me.” He taunted in my ear, before ghosting his lips over my neck.

I closed my eyes and found myself urning for him. I clenched my jaw.

“S-stop.” I stuttered.

“Hm?” He hummed against my neck.

My heart was racing, I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t give in, but I couldn’t help it. His lips finally connected with my neck instantly hitting a sweet spot, making me moan. I dug my fingers into the couch, trying not enjoy this. Trying not to reach out from him, I couldn’t give him what he wanted. I had to be strong. But he withdrew from my neck, and collided his lips with mine. Without hesitation, I kissed him back. He climbed on to the couch with me his body hovering over mine, and my fingers reached for the hem of his shirt. He pulled away allowing me to pull it off him. He grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and ripped in half making me gasp, I hadn’t been wearing a bra and my boobs were instantly exposed.

“Stiles is missing out.” he grinned.

His words angered me and I pulled him into another kiss biting on his lower lip hard. This only seemed to entice him and he let a growl, he grabbed my waist rolling his hips against mine. I felt his hard bulge through his sweatpants making me realize how wet I was. He brought his hands back to my chest kneading my breast greedily. His lips met my nipples, and he nibbled on the sensitive nubs. I let out a incoherent moan, dragging my nails across his back. 

“Just fuck me.” I half begged.

He didn’t need to be told twice, we both quickly discarded our bottoms. I opened my legs allowing Stiles to aline himself. He gently held on to my waist before he rammed his length inside of me and began thrusting vigorously, pulling a hungry groan from my throat. Already I could feel a rippling inside of me, each thrust sending me closer and closer to my release.

“Faster.” I bellowed.

He smirked speeding his thrusts to an unfathomable pace roughly hitting my g-spot. My walls started to clenched around him, and I knew what was coming.

“Come.” He demanded and I did. My orgasm fueled the Nogitsune to reach his. His movements became careless and needy, and a few seconds later I felt his warm liquid fill me. 

My eyes flung open, and I shot up breathing excessively. 

“Morning, Angel.” He said indifferently. Void Stile sat on the arm of an old blue couch looking at me over his shoulder.

“Sweet dreams?” His lips curled into a dark smile.

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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TONIGHT, WE SLEEP
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Summary: You, Rocket and Groot end up stuck spending the night at one of Contraxia’s love hotels. Rocket enjoys teasing you, but doesn’t expect what you do in return.
Warnings: No?? Just flirting…but I dont think thats a warning.
A/N: My first Rocket imagine! I usually dont like writing imagines for characters I like because I tend to lose interest. But I decided to try it out. Hopefully next time, it’ll get better and more ~intense~
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The room hummed under the red glow of neon lamps and the lovers bed pressed up against the wall. You felt the walls muffle your voice, unsure of how to ask Rocket why this was the only available place for them to sleep in. Besides the thick silence hung between the three of you, and the occasional rattling of the cheaply plastered velvet walls, the only sounds to be heard was beyond the glass window wrapped up in curtains. Mainly the rowdiness of drunkards and the piercing laughter that cut through the cold winter night of Contraxia. Then again, every night here is a cold winter night.
Your hands instinctively rubbed your upper arms, trying to warm up in the unusually cold room. There were many reasons this hotel would want cold rooms, some sexual and others less so. Groot was the first to move, walking towards the wall by the glass window and sitting down.
“I am Groot,” He reclined back, his body slowly becoming connected to the wall as he gazed outside to the different species stumbling about. Rocket followed after him, setting his bag down on the right side of the bed, keeping himself occupied with unpacking. You bit the inside of your cheek, watching him only momentarily before excusing yourself to the bathroom to shower.
Rocket began to assemble his gun, getting it ready just in case anything happened during the night. After a couple visits to Contraxia, he knew better than to come unprepared.
“I am Groot,” Groot spoke, causing Rocket to freeze up. He let out a sigh, shaking his head and continuing his work.
“Because we didn’t have enough units to stay at a nice place like The Divine.” He dragged out, revealing his canines. Rewards were coming in slowly, and their collective spending habits were high matinence. This cheesy love hotel was the only thing they could afford on this planet while their ship was under repairs. Needless to say, Reception looked mildly confused at the three of them walking in and requesting a one bedroom.
“I am Groot,” He said once more, turning his head back towards the window. Rocket rolled his eyes, finishing the final details to his weapon. His ear twitched at the sound of the water turning off, his eyes flickering at the shut door, waiting for you to come out.
“Why don’t you just get some shut-eye? Not my fault we couldn’t get separate rooms,” He grumbled, looking down at his gun as be screwed a bolt in tightly with his fingers. Groot didn’t respond, merely closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he felt himself become rooted into the wall. Rocket perked his head up at the sound of the door sliding open. He watched you pad out of the bathroom, a slip hanging off your shoulders as you dried the top of your hair.
“Did Groot fall asleep already?” You asked, tossing the towel to the side as Rocket murmured in agreement. After walking up to Groot, you kissed him on his forehead before walking towards the bed.
“How come you don’t kiss me like that before I go to bed?” Rocket asked, grinning to himself as you felt your face heat up. The words got lodged in your throat, so you stayed silent and looked away from him. “Left you speechless? That’s usually the effect I have on people,” He snickered, closing a final compartment on his gun and placing it against the bed.
“Its not funny,” You said, grabbing the covers and pulling them over your shoulders as you curled away from Rocket. He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes as he got up on the bed. His nose wiggled in your hair, just brushing against the back of your neck.
“I think its cute,” He murmured, his paw resting on your waist as he pulled himself closer. “I love getting you all riled up,” His voice was low, feeling his breath right along your ear before feeling his teeth scrape lightly against the flesh on your neck.
“Maybe Groot should have slept on the bed instead,” You barked back, Rocket grinning at the remark.
“And have you sleep on the floor? Besides, I wouldn’t be able to do all this with Groot,” He snickered. You turned around, your lower lip sticking out in a pout as your brows furrowed.
“What’s with the face, Babydoll?” He mocked you, his ears pressing against his head. Tonight was not the night. Perhaps it was because this wasn’t the first instance of him flirting with you. Or perhaps it was because you didn’t want Rocket to only see you as a blushing mess. Perhaps it was because you wanted him to see you as someone who could keep up with him. It was most definitely because you loved him, though.
Your hands reached out for his, enclosing them with your fists and pinning them above his head as you straddled him. His eyes were wide, watching uncertainty hide behind your irises as your hair fell to one side.
“What’s with the face, Babydoll?” She mocked. Rocket closed his eyes, shaking his head for a second before opening them again and grinning.
“I think I like this side of you,” He whispered, making sure Groot couldn’t hear them.
You rolled your eyes, “It’s a hotel. We are supposed to sleep. Do you think you can do that just for this one night?” You asked, a glimmer of mischief in Rocket’s eyes.
“Actually it’s a Love Hotel,” He corrected. “If I’m not mistaken, we aren’t supposed to be sleeping,” His brow raised, looking up at you as his left ear twitched.
“Maybe another night, Rocket. Tonight, we sleep,” You said, rolling off of him and getting under the comforter.
“Another night?” He echoed. “I don’t know…perhaps we should get a sneak peak-“ You interrupted him by grabbing him by the waist and pulling him close to you. His head laid on your chest, hearing your heartbeat.
“Tonight, we sleep,” You mumbled, eyes closed as Rocket agreed in silence. Tonight you would sleep.

Teach Me

Daryl Dixon x Reader | 18+ | Smut Warning | NSFW

Summary: The reader almost gets bit on a run and Daryl is furious with her. They get back to the prison and she asks him to teach her a thing or two about self-defense against walkers and people. Sweaty training ends in rough smut, Daryl style. ;)

Warnings: Smut

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You hear the gates of the prison opening, one by one, as you sit in the car with Rick and Michonne, waiting to leave the prison and go to a town nearby to gather supplies. You wipe your hands up and down your jeans a few times and take a few deep breathes, trying to calm your nerves. This was the first run you had gone on with Rick’s group and you were nervous as hell, but you wanted to prove your worth to the group.

Rick and Daryl had rescued you from a herd of walkers a few weeks, your group had been overrun by a sudden herd and you had lost everyone, you thought you were also gone until you saw Rick and Daryl run up to you, with four walkers nearly on top of you, as they chomped at you, trying to grab your flesh. The two men easily pulled the walkers off you and smashed their heads in, using their boots and couple of iron rods in their hands. They had been in the area looking for supplies at the time they heard you scream. You had never been so glad to see other people in your life.

After that they offered you a place to stay at the prison, Rick asked the three questions and you seemed to pass. The past few weeks you had been lucky enough to have a roof over your head, a safe place to sleep, and people who actually seemed to be decent human beings. It was like an out-of-body experience for this world, you were so happy to have found them. And then there was Daryl, one of the men who had saved you. Daryl was something so different, you didn’t even know how to describe him. Shy but confident, tough but sensitive, kind but harsh, he was the kind of man it would take a lifetime to figure out and you certainly would have no problem with that.

You couldn’t help but notice this confident, yet nervous, man, every time he was near you. He didn’t say much, but he always seemed to have twenty things on his mind. You wondered what it would be like to hear all those thoughts that never escaped his mouth. This run was important to you, showing the group you could handle yourself. But Daryl? Daryl was more important, in a world like this, there is no time to sit back and ponder.You wanted to be with him any chance you got.

Your head snaps back to reality as you hear Daryl’s motorcycle roar to life in front of the truck you rode in. You see Daryl look back at Rick and nod as he drove forward out of the gates, one by one. Rick followed him out and you look back, seeing Carl and Sasha quickly closing each gate behind your entourage. You bite your lip a little feeling the rush of butterflies again in your stomach. You gripped the knife in your hand tightly, almost drawing blood, you wince and put the knife back in the holster on your side, continuing to play with your hands for the drive.

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That’s My Girl

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Title: That’s My Girl

Pairing: Pride x Reader, Mayor Hamilton, LaSalle

Word Count: 953

Warnings: Mayor Hamilton

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3

Things between Mayor Hamilton and Pride hadn’t been the same in a long time.  You could see the tension between them whenever they looked at each other.  Lately all they had done to each other is get under the other’s skin.  It didn’t help that you were someone they both had interest in.  You were only interested in one man; Dwayne Pride.  You thought you had made that fact apparent, but it seemed that Hamilton never quite got it.

Mayor Hamilton saw you out of the corner of his eye.  He glanced over at Pride who was talking to another witness.  He had to take advantage of this moment.  Otherwise Pride would try to steal you from him.  He couldn’t have that.

“[Y/N] weird seeing you here,” Hamilton mused, slowly sauntering up to you.

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Connecting The Dots

Paring: danisnotonfire x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: none, just a ton of fluff tbh.

Word count: 1121

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Usually, being with Dan included tons of kisses, touching, tickling, all that cute coupley stuff you see in the movies. However, it’s been different lately. It seems as if Dan is trying to pull himself away from me, and I hate it. I want him to be happy, whether that’s with, or without me, but I need to know where he stands on the matter.

I wake up the next morning, to a cold bed. Dan had already gotten up to start his day, which was not like him at all. Most days, I wake up first, mainly because of the fact he’s up until four am every night on tumblr. I try to brush it off as I begin to start my day, but it sits in the back of my mind, eating away at all of my thoughts. When I enter the kitchen, I see my beloved boyfriend eating his cereal while leaning against the counter.

“Morning,” he mumbled, milk spilling from the side of his mouth.

“Good morning,” I reply, smiling at him, as I grab some frozen waffles out of the freezer. That was the extent of our conversation. After my answer, he had migrated to the living room, leaving me by myself. I told myself it was because he had a lot to do, which I know he does, but deep down it still hurt. Every day it seems to get worse, but he’s yet to move from our bed, or to kick me out, so I assume everything is alright… Kind of.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and when I looked at it, I saw that Dan had tweeting something about his next video. “Do you want absolutely terrible advice from someone who can’t figure his own life out? Send me an email for the next Internet Support Group video!”

Instantly, I got an idea. I could send him an email from a fake account, and get his advice on the matter. Though, it might not work out, as he probably will be flooded with thousands of emails. I decide to go through with it anyway, and begin to construct the perfect email. With one last proof read, I press the big send button, and hope that everything will work out.

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A few days had passed since Dan sent out the tweet, and the days had been exactly the same. The occasional hello, the awkward silence when both of us are in a room together. It isn’t something big, right? I keep trying to assure myself everything is alright, but I just can’t believe it.

“Hey, (Y/N)? I’m gonna film the video now,” Dan told me, setting up the camera in our bedroom. Just like the other Internet Support Group videos, he had gone through all (or most of) the emails, and picked a few of his favorites. He left his door open, thankfully, so I could hear what he recorded.

After recording, and rerecording, his intro a few times, he finally began reading the emails. One was about a girl who was in love with her best friend. Another about a boy who wants to convince his parents to let him get a dog. Then, I heard the familiar writing of the email I had sent just days before.

“This lovely email is from (Y/N), (Y/A), London. It reads, ‘Hey Dan! Recently, my boyfriend, who shall remained unnamed for his sake, has seemed really withdrawled lately. I know he’s busy, as he’s got much to do, but even in his downtime, he spends it away from me, usually on tumblr or playing Mario Kart. We barely even talk anymore. I’m not sure if he wants to break up with me, or if he’s not happy anymore, but it’s worrying me! Help!”

I sat on the couch, waiting for his response to the email, wondering if he would be able to connect the dots or not. After a bit of pondering, he started talking again.

“Well, (Y/N), I wouldn’t say he necessarily wants to break up with you. Maybe it’s just a little stick in the mud, yeah? Try talking to him, get his attention, maybe sit down and kick his arse at Mario Kart next time he plays. There might be something going on in his life that he doesn’t know how to figure out at the moment. I would say try to talk to him before jumping to conclusions, but if he still acts that way after your talk, smother him with a pillow while he sleeps- I mean, whaaaat?”

A chuckle escapes my lips, causing Dan to turn towards me, as I had been watching from the doorway.

“Me? Kick your arse at Mario Kart? That’ll be easy,” I tease, a half smile on my face, praying he makes the connection so I don’t have to explain it. His eyebrows furrow for a second, before he understands what I mean.

“(Y/N)?” Dan whispers, stopping the camera from recording, and making his way over to me. “Oh, love… I didn’t know that’s what you felt like.” His arms wrapped around me, one hand stroking my hair.

“I- I didn’t know any other way to ask you about it,” I swallowed, listening to Dan’s heartbeat.

“Darling, you can always talk to me. Always. I know we haven’t been as intimate as we used to be, but we’ve both got a lot going on right now. How about this. Friday, cancel all your plans. It’s going to be our day,” Dan tells me, pulling my face away from his chest. He looks in my eyes, a small smile on his face, before he kisses my nose. “I love you, (Y/N). So much. Never forget that.”

“I love you too, Dan,” I respond, standing on my tippy toes to kiss him. So there we were, standing in each other’s arms, hugging for what felt like an eternity. And it felt wonderful. It reminded me of the early days, when our friends would always tease us about the amount of physical contact we always had. Dan let go of me, ripping me from my thoughts, before beginning to speak.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Dan called, sitting on his bed, and patting the spot next to him. “I think it’s time we tell the world, yeah?”

“Wha- Dan are you sure? I don’t want you to do this because of what just happened,” I stammer, fiddling with my fingers.

“I’m positive, (Y/N)! Get your cute butt over here, they’ll love you.”

So, I did. I sat down next to my amazing boyfriend, and he pressed record.

“Hello Internet! Today, I’m joined by my wonderful date mate, (Y/N). Say hello, beautiful!”

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 12

Summary: 😘

Warning: More fucking cursing! And genitals! 💘

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“The man was rude, crude, and inappropriate. I was taken with him the moment I walked in the door, and I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and that I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.” - C.M. Stunich

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Negan ran his hand to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly, while your hands wandered up to his chest.
You could feel his muscles underneath his plain T-shirt.
It suddenly started to get hot in the room and you could feel your blood rushing through your body.
Negan kissed you harder and bit at your lips - your body was sore and aching - but at this point you did care.
It had been too long since your last encounter with Negan and you were starved for more and you needed to feel him inside your more than ever.

You pulled away, looking up at him and you could see the hunger in his eyes.
“God.. Fuck this. Fuck the stitches. I wanna do this.” You growled sexily.

He smirked back at you, “Goddamn that’s what I like to fuckin’ hear, babydoll.”

He yanked you back to him, his hand still gripping your hair. He crashed into your lips with his once more and pushed you back onto the bed, biting at your lips and running his mouth along your jawline until he got to your neck, your winced as his teeth grazed over the already bruised flesh, but it also felt good because he was doing it.

“I don’t want you to go easy on me.” You whispered to him as he licked and bit at the flesh of your neck.

He leaned up with his eyes level to yours and gave you a coy smile, “Darlin’ ‘easy’ isn’t in my fuckin’ nature.”

He got up off the bed and stood in front of you, unbuckling his belt, “Besides darlin’, you’ve been so fuckin’ bad lately and I think it’s time you received another punishment.”

A wave of fear and excitement rushed through you.
You didn’t understand how this man could scare you so badly when he talked about punishment, but excite when he did.
You knew what he was going to do and you bit your lip trying to hold back a smile. You still loved pushing his buttons whenever you could, to see him become so dominant and demanding.

“Now, why don’t you get the fuck up - bend over - and stick that pretty ass up for me, darlin’.” He growled.

You didn’t move though, you wanted to see him get frustrated.
Negan knew that he’d never be able to break you.
He liked the fact that you were relentless in your disobedience, if anyone else had went against him as much as you did, they’d get Lucille through the skull faster than they could kneel.
But not you, maybe it was partly because you were a wife, but it was mainly because Negan was secretly proud to have a wife that was just as brutal as he was, that didn’t take any shit. But of course, he’d still punish you with his belt if he felt like you needed a lesson.
And It turned him on to no end.

You could see the outline of his erection through his pants, and you bit your lip again absent-mindedly as you stared at it.

“Goddamn, you never know how to fuckin’ listen to me, do you?” He said in an intimidating tone and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you up off the bed and pushing you down onto your face in the pillows.

You smirked and adjusted yourself onto your hands and knees so that your backside was sticking up into the air into a position that you knew would tease him.

You could hear him grunt in a sexy tone, “Goddamn darlin’ I could look at that fuckin’ ass all night.” He walked up behind you and gave you a hard slap on your ass with his hand.

You giggled and grabbed onto the red sheets of the bed, getting ready for whatever he was going to do next.
“Alright darlin’, let’s try to make this quick before I rip those fuckin’ jeans off and fuck you right here.”

He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you head up, making your back curve.
He brought the belt back and brought it down as it landed with the SMACK sound. You grunted and bit your lip as the familiar pain came back to you.

“One.” You began counting.

“Good fuckin’ girl, you remembered to count.” He praised you, but didn’t loosen his grip on your hair as he smacked you again.

You let out a yelp, “Two.”

Negan let out a very sexy “Mmmm” sound as you writhed beneath his grip and he smacked your backside with the belt again and harder this time.
You let out a moan, sticking your ass out even further to him, you were already soaked.

“Goddamn babydoll, you must want daddy’s dick pretty fuckin’ bad.” He grunted, smacking you again.
You weren’t even counting anymore and he didn’t care.
He was getting to much pleasure out of watching you get off to his dominance.

He leaned down and his beard brushed against your ear as he whispered, “Probably as bad as I want that pussy, huh, darlin’? ”

You moaned again at the sound of his voice, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, Negan.” You begged.

“Please what, babydoll?” He chuckled, smacking your ass with the belt again.

You bit down on your lip extra hard this time, “Please.”

“Please fuckin’ what?” He ordered, giving you yet another smack.

“Please, fuck me!” You called out, digging your nails into the bed.

Negan stood back, biting his lip and threw the belt to the floor and ripped his T-shirt off.
He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you off the bed, pushing you against the wall, making the picture frames on the wall vibrate.

“And fuck you, I fuckin’ will, darlin’.” He growled and grabbed both sides of your face and kissed you hard, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth and he pulled back, “But first, you’re gonna fuckin’ do something for me.”

He then pushed you down onto his knees and you could see the bulge in his pants up close, he was incredibly hard.

“I’m gonna slide my fuckin’ dick down your throat, babydoll. And you’re gonna fuckin’ thank me for it.” He gave you a seductive smile and unbuttoned his pants and let his hard cock spring out.

He grabbed ahold of your hair and guided your mouth towards his throbbing member and you took it eagerly into your mouth.
Negan let out a small groan as you wrapped your lips around him and he pushed your mouth down even further onto his cock, until it hit the back if your throat.
He began to move himself in and out; fucking your mouth.
And all you could could do was was let out soft groans at each stroke he made.
You looked up to him, with his eyes burning into yours.

“Keep fuckin’ staring up at me like that, darlin’ and you’re gonna really be fuckin’ in for it.” He grunted with each thrust, but you eyes remained glued to his.
He thrust slowly into your mouth once more.

“Shit.” He growled, pulling himself out.

He pulled you up off of the ground, and pushed you back against the wall.
He ripped into your shirt, exposing your breasts to him.
He bit into his lip before grabbing onto them firmly and taking his turn running his tongue along your nipples.
You moaned and wrapped a leg around his waist as he continued to suck and bite at your breasts.
He ran his hands down your body, until he got to your pants.
He unbuttoned them and ran his tongue down your body as he got down in front of you, helping you step out of your jeans.
He gripped onto your hips tightly as he bit down hard on one of your thighs, you let out a whimper.
It was becoming unbearable at how much you wanted him, you ran a hand through his soft black hair.
He ran a hand over your thighs, making you part your legs for him and he teased your entrance with a finger.

“Fuck, you’re always so damn soaking wet for me, darlin’.” He growled up at you and he licked his middle finger before slowly sticking it inside you.
You arched your back against the wall as you felt his finger slip in, deep into your core.
You could feel how much wetter you were getting just by him teasing you with his fingers.

“Yeah, fuckin’ moan for me, darlin’.” He chuckled and and worked his finger in and out of you adding a second finger to make your body jump at his touch.
He slowly pressed his tongue into your clit, flicking it slowly and you gripped his hair.
He pulled one of your legs onto his shoulder to get a better grip on your ass as he began running his tongue in circles over your clit, you moaned louder, arching your back even more against the wall.

He gave a hard slap to your ass and you bit your lip.
You could feel him biting at your folds now and whimpered as he did.
He looked up to you licking the wetness off of his lips and smiled seductively.

“You still taste as good as fuckin’ ever, babydoll.” He praised in his deep voice.

He put your leg down and stood up grabbing you by the waist, pulling your legs on his hips, until you were suspended between him and the wall.
He reached down, grabbing his throbbing cock and began to slowly tease your entrance, you bit your lips hard, stifling back a loud moan.

“You fuckin’ want it, darlin’?” He chuckled.

You nodded your head, still biting your down on your lip.
He smirked back at you as he watched you trying to control yourself.

“Then fuckin’ tell me.” He growled sexily into your ear.

“I want it.” You cried out, wrapping your legs tighter around him.

He shot a dangerous look to you and shoved himself into you quickly, you let out a gasp just like last time.
He size was still something you weren’t used to to.

He whispered heavily into your ear, “Goddamn, you’re still so fuckin’ tight for me, baby.” While thrusting into you slowly as he bit down on his lip.

You grabbed ahold of his strong shoulders as he continued to hold you up effortlessly.
He thrust into you harder, making you throw your head back against the wall. Negan ran his tongue up to your neck, biting at the soft skin.
You moaned even louder, digging your nails into his flesh.
He began to theist faster and harder, pushing you up further against the wall each time he did.
You could feel the cool stones against your bare back and ass as he continued, keeping a steady rhythm as he rammed inside of you.
All you could do was moan and dig your nails deeper and deeper into his skin, you were beginning to leave red scratches on his shoulders now.
He grunted heavily again, and grabbed you by the throat, squeezing firmly.

“Say my fuckin’ name.” He growled back to you, still thrusting into you.

You could feel your wetness leaking down his cock at each stroke he took.
It was unreal how fucking good he felt.

“Negan.” You choked out in a moan as he kept a firm grip on your throat.

“You’re such a good fuckin’ little girl when you fuckin’ wanna be, babydoll’.” He whispered into your ear, followed by a groan of pleasure.

He backed up suddenly with you still in his arms as made his way to the bed.
He sat down with you straddling him, his cock still deep inside you - you were both breathing heavily - he placed a hard kiss on your lips once again, scratching you with his beard.

“I want you to fuckin’ ride me.” He said grabbing onto your hips and leaning back onto the bed.

He was looking up at you with a fire in his eyes and you smirked.
You placed your hand onto his chest easing your self up so his cock slide out of you, then lowered yourself back down onto it.

“Fuck.” Negan groaned tightening his grip on your hips.

You let out another moan at how good it felt, then began to buck your hips back and forth slowly as you could feel him deep inside of you.
Negan was gritting his teeth at how good you felt and you took notice and began to pick up your pace and arched your back. He took his hands from your hips and reached up to grab your breasts with his hands, squeezing as you continued to ride him.
Just like last time it was a series of moans and groans from the both of you as you enjoyed every minute of it.

“Negan.. fuck.” You moaned out, digging your nails into his chest.

“Fuck yeah, say my goddamn name.” He moaned, “Fuckin’ scream for daddy.”

You road him even harder, going down onto his cock as deep as you could and you began to let out a loud scream as you could feel your climax getting closer.
Your vision got blurry at the amount of pleasure you were feeling, the sweat was beading onto your brow.

Negan pulled you down to look at him,
“Look at me in the fuckin’ eyes, (Y/N). I wanna fuckin’ see that pretty goddamn cum face.” He growled at you, his teeth still gritted as you kept up your pace.

His words made you begin to lose it, you could feel your orgasm well up from deep inside of you and your furrowed your brows, still looking deep into his eyes.

“Goddamnit,” You cried out as you could feel yourself getting close to the edge, “I’m gonna-” but you couldnt finish your sentence.

“Fuck.” Negan grunted as he began to thrust himself back into you at the same time, keeping your rhythms in sync.
You both moaned out loudly in a tangled mess of arms and legs as you both came at the same time.
You could feel yourself get even wetter as his cock slide in and out of you effortlessly and you could feel the warmth as he emptied himself into you.

He thrusts into you a couple more times as you both rode out your orgasm and finally slowed to a stop.
You laid there on top of him, both of you panting and sweaty.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he said out of breathe, “I believe you’re the fuckin’ best I’ve ever fuckin’ had.”

You smiled back at him, resting your head on his chest.
You could hear his heart beating rapidly and it was like music to your ears.
He moved some hair out of your face and you leaned up pulling yourself up off of him and rolled to the side of the bed.

“Same goes to you.” You said with a smile.

He smirked back proudly, “Fuck yeah, I am.”

He leaned up to the edge of the bed. You were both sweaty and hot.
He stood up and took a long stretch as you admired his toned body in awe.

He turned around to see you staring, “Stare all of you fuckin’, darlin’.” He said with a wink.

“Trust me, I fucking do.” You smiled standing up.

He chuckled and licked his lips looking you up and down, “Yeah, I fuckin’ stare too darlin’, all the goddamn time. That’s why I walk around here hard majority of the damn time.”

You giggled and picked your clothes up off the floor.
He walked over to the bathroom doorway and turned back around to you, “You coming?”

You looked over to him standing there, “Yeah, I am. Do you want me to leave after?”

He rolled his eyes, “Well, I asked you to stay the fuckin’ night. So, what does that tell you, sweetheart?”

You shrugged, “Well, I didn’t know how serious you were.”

“I am a man of my fuckin’ word, darlin’.”

You nodded and headed into the bathroom with him.
You both got into the luke warm water of the shower.
It was weird to be in the shower with him and staying the night.
It was weird, but so comforting at the same time and what you had been waiting for.
You were the happiest you had been since the whole world went to shit.

After you got out of the shower you both laid down in bed.

“You ready for tomorrow?” Negan asked putting his arms behind his head.

“Ready for what?” You asked curiously.

“We’re taking a trip to Alexandria tomorrow to visit your old pal Rick.” He smiled, cutting his eyes over to you.

“Why do you want me to go?”

“Because you know how to fuckin’ handle yourself and to show that you are still alive.” He said, nodding his head.

“Yeah, I will go.” You said with a nervous tone in your voice.

You hadn’t seen any of them since the night of the line up and you didn’t know how they would react to you, especially since you were doing so well and actually happy; while they were all still reeling from the death of Glenn and Abraham, and Daryl being held at the sanctuary.
But no matter what, you were ready.

You both laid there n silence for a while, until you both drifted off to sleep.

*Request: You were kinda a thing with Happy but he pushed you away to keep you “safe” you end up getting a job in a strip club that the guys just happen to visit one day. Hap gets pissed and drags you outta there and shows you you’re his. making it official.* I love this request personally!

“Happy, why can’t we make this more serious?” You looked up at Happy taking a drag from you cigarette. Him and you just had one of you two famous sexual encounters. “You now we can’t be together. Clubs got too much heat and I don’t want you in the crossfire.” He said taking the cigarette from you and putting it out. “Funny how you say that but every time I catch you at a SAMCRO party, some little ho has your attention.” He stood quiet. “Look I’m down with just fucking you, but now I’m catching feelings and I want to know if I should take my feelings out of this equation.” You said looking sad. “You’re thinking about all of this too much. Those crow eaters don’t mean anything really. They don’t have a key to my house, you do. They don’t get taken out to eat or given any gifts from me, but you do. Stop thinking about those girls when they don’t even have my attention like you do.” He said trying to reassure you but that just made you mad. “Happy if you don’t make this official, I’m gonna start seeing other people.” You said hoping that he would be afraid to lose you and immediately make the relationship more serious but instead he started laughing.

“You walk to another man and I found out about it Y/N. You know what I’m about, don’t get anyone hurt because your insecure.” He said kissing your forehead before leaving the house… You sat there for a moment and decided to take a shower and get dressed and head to the club house because if Happy thought that this conversation was over, he was sadly mistaken…. “Hey man, your girl is outside.” Tig told Happy. Happy was sitting at the bar, drinking the bar and rolled his eyes, “Ugh, this broad!” Walking out he yelled at you, “What the hell you doing here Y/N?” “I wasn’t done talking to you Mr. Lowman! My feelings should matter to you dammit! I’m a human being.” You were hurt and frustrated at the same time that you didn’t even care that you were causing a scene in the parking lot. “Get the fuck out of here before I say something you don’t wanna here darling.” “NO! You already did that this morning. Tell me right now what the fuck I want to know or I will be out of your life!” You said yelling but this was Happy’s last chance to show he cared about you. “You always say that but you always come crawling back. I should’ve left you after I fucked you that one night in the bar restroom you whore!” When Happy said those words, you and him knew they would cut deep. You looked around and noticed everybody staring. “Well, now I know how you really feel.” You said walking to your car.

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You had drove to a near bar to have a drink with your friend Lily. “I can’t believe that asshole said all that to you, we should go fuck up his clothes!!” Lily said drunk . She was your best friend. You had actually met Happy at the same bar you two were at on a Saturday night 7 months ago. She was messing around with some guy they called Juice and he came in with some of his friends. You noticed Happy as soon as he came in, you two played a staring game all night till he came up to you and you took his hand to the restroom. You never thought you would catch feelings for him but you did. The two of you told each other about each others past, present, and what yall wanted in the future. He made you laugh, a lot. “Lily, I just need something to occupy my time. Since I got fired Happy has been taking care of me but now I need a job since I’m done with that piece of shit.” You said firmly. “You should come dance with me!” Lily said. “Lily hell no, I haven’t danced since I got into a fight with that Star bitch and got fired!” You said. “No! This is a new club out of Charming called Legs. Come on girl, I need a dancing partner again.” She said with her sad face. “Okay.” You said smiling.

You had now been dancing for two weeks and really haven’t talked or thought about Happy. He had came to your apartment but you were never home because of you working the night shift and you mainly crashed at Lily’s place since she was close to the strip club. He had called you and texted you “I’m sorry.” one time but that didn’t mean anything to you because of how he treated you. You were a fucked up individual and you thought you found someone with as much demons as you but you were sadly mistaken. Happy wasn’t the person he seemed to b e and that made you depressed so you stayed out getting drunk and dancing at the club. “Dig in your pockets for this next gorgeous woman. Here comes fine ass Dime.” The DJ announced as you took the stage. You never left the club without at least $600 in your pocket and tonight wouldn’t be different, or so you thought. You were dancing unaware of Bobby, Tig, Juice, and Happy walking through the door. “Hey Juicy. Came to see me?” Lily said walking up to Juice. “I didn’t know you worked here.” Juice said with a happy but confused look on his face. “Yeah, Y/N & I both dance here.” She said not noticing Happy. “What do you mean Y/N works here? She stopped that shit.” Happy said angrily. “Ugh, you should leave!” Lily said.

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You had just got off the stage and you went to the back for a short period to freshen up and then came right back out to do table dances. “Hey baby!” a man with a stack of hundred dollar bills in his hand said to you. “You want a dance daddy?” You said seductively to him. You started dancing and was in your own zone till someone snatched you off of the man’s lap. You thought it was an angry girlfriend because it has happened but instead it was Happy. “What the fuck!?” You said trying to slap him.Before he could say anything, the customer tried to hit Happy and that didn’t go to well. Happy and the customer started fighting and even though you were heated with Happy you decided to crack a beer bottle on the customer’s head, which knocked him out. “Get your shit and come on now!” He said firmly. “You got me fucked up.” You said walking off but Happy grabbed your wrist. The bouncer was making his way with the manager to the two of you. “Dime, you’re suspended. Get your shit and take your body guard with you.” The manager said. “No, she quits.” Happy said. “Fine with me.” The manager said and walked away. “Happy what the fuck!” You told him before walking in the back.

Once you got dressed, you decided to make your way to your car through the back entrance because you didn’t want to see Happy. You walked to your jeep and was surprised you didn’t see Happy. Lily had gone off with Juice so you knew you had to go home. To your surprise once you got home Happy was in your apartment. “Shit you scared me.” You said turning on the light. “Why were you working at that fucking place? You told me you never wanted to dance for dollar bills anymore.” Happy said. You rolled your eyes. “Happy not tonight. I’m already embarrassed and now I have to go find another club because in the end that’s what the hell I’m good at. Dancing for some fucking dollars. Now, get out.” Happy looked at you and knew you were hurt from what he had said to you. He was almost out of the door until he said. “Get my crow.” You turned around and said, “Get the fuck out. It took me shaking my ass for you to make me your old lady? Really? Bye!” “Please, I love you.” Happy said looking you dead in your eye. Happy has never said that he loved you. You loved him but was too scared to say it to him. “I love you back.” You said looking down. He walked up to you and started kissing you. “Your mine now, if I catch you at a club like that again it will be a problem.” He said. “Like you said, I’m yours now.” You said smiling. 

Quite refreshing to do a Loki fic that was mainly centred around Thor. It ended up a bit shorter than I anticipated but overall I’m not unhappy with the quality. Thanks to @josiewinters1999 for the request. Enjoy, my darling!

Prompt: Could you do a Loki x reader where she knew him and Thor since they were younger, and the reader and Loki were in a secret relationship and when he dies in the dark world she has to tell Thor?? (who is like her big brother) Thx!!

“Carry On Without Me”

Loki and Thor had been missing for time immeasurable, and it only seemed to be longer as you paced the palace with worry.

You’d met the princes early into your adulthood, when you’d been arrested. When you were bought before the King, however, you challenged him to defy your preconceptions.
“Put me through trial,” you declared to the court, made up of scholars and dignitaries, “and prove that you are not a dictator, passing sentences as you please.”

Had Odin declined, he would’ve appeared dictatorial. Had he accepted, he would be negotiating with a known-criminal and disturber of the peace.

Odin chose the lesser of those two evils.

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Jack Wilder / Reader
(Now You See Me)
Rated : PG13, 
[Used part of a scene from NYSM2 but it’s not much of a spoiler]

Jack is teaching you his famous card flicking trick. 

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You shrieked out in frustration when your fingers failed to follow Jack’s motions. It was a slightly child-like high pitch sound that escaped your lips and you cringed as Jack gave you an amused look. You had only recently joined the Horsemen and everyone was giving you extra pointers. It was mainly just a show to prove that they were just slightly better at the whole magic thing then you were. But, you always had tricks up your sleeves.

While you were no good at manipulating playing cards, you were exceptionally good at deceiving the mind and creating the perfect illusion. You almost had Danny worried, as that was his specialty. You also seemed to dabble in the hypnosis department, giving Merritt a run for his money. But card tricks were something you weren’t experienced in and Jack seemed more than happy to teach you.

“Just move your fingers like this,” he spoke slowly, allowing you to adjust your fingers over the playing card, “good. Now, do this.” Again, he showed you in slow motion as he flicked his wrist. “You just have to set it up and let the card do the work.”

You shook her head in amazement, even though it was just a card zipping through the air, it was still mesmerizing. Running your tongue over your bottom lip, you focused and copied his movements but failing in watching it sail. Instead of whizzing in the air at the intended target he had set up with a backpack on a stool, it flew a foot out and fluttered miserably down in a spiral. “Yeah, this isn’t working.”

Jack chuckled, patting your shoulder, giving you that cute grin he always seemed to wear. “You’ll get it eventually. Look at the great things you can do, me?” He fiddled with the queen of hearts, “I can fling cards across the room.” He said flatly as he demonstrated for the millionth time.

Squinting your eyes, you placed a hand on his arm. “You’re skills are so much more than a card flying in the air, Jack. You’re a Horsemen for a reason, and besides,” smiling softly, you blushed lightly. “I think your card tricks are kind of cool.”

Jack bit his lip to hold back a smile, “Thanks, y/n. I sometimes forget that I’m actually a member of this group. It’s kind of hard to tell yourself that when you’re dead.”

You let your hand fall down the length of his arm, ignoring the rushing feeling of actually touching bare skin. “You’re very much alive, kid. At least to us,” you smirked, walking over towards the pile of cards that lay on the floor. Grabbing a handful of cards, you spoke slowly, “You know, I remember the first time I ever saw you. It was back before all of this, back when you were using the art of illusion to pickpocket.” Smiling as he rubbed the back of his neck, probably because he was ashamed of having been a criminal. “Watching you take watches after wallets after jewelry really made me get into all of this.” Standing up straight, you walked back over towards him, shoveling the stack of cards with one hand. Smirking as he watched with an impressed expression, “I’m a fast learner and it was no time that I started to follow suit. Not to mention that I had watched Danny and practically worshipped the ground he walked on.” You flickered a look towards Danny who sat immersed in his laptop, rolling your eyes playfully, you snorted. “And then I met him and wondered what I ever saw in him.”

Jack chuckled, “Ouch, that’s gotta burn even if he didn’t hear it.” He held out his hand for the stack of cards. He rolled them over his knuckles, giving her a sideways glance. “Whose ground do you worship now?”

You eyed him carefully, an open smile placed on your lips. Wondering where he was going with that question. There had been quite a lot of flirting between the two of you since you had joined such a short time ago. You two being the youngest, it was obvious that the two of you would cling to each other when it came time to branch off. And you couldn’t help notice how adorably awkward and cute he was. “No one,” you paused, shrugging your shoulders. “Yet,” brushing past him, letting your body hit his, your smirked. “What about you, Wilder?” Leaning into him, you let your hands work their magic, “Any girl you’re interested in? I mean obviously not now, since you’re you know dead. But before? Were there any cuties that caught your eye?”

Jack had been oblivious to your movements, only chuckling softly and hissing at the thoughts that ran through his head. “That’s a complicated subject,” sighing, he pressed his lips, staring into your eyes. “I always seem to lose my girlfriends’ trust.” Making a face, he winced as he spoke again, “And steal their wallets.”

You pursed your lips, patting his chest. “Yeah, my boyfriends’ never stuck around long. I guess when you have the ability to force them to do things that they don’t want to do, it’s kind of a deal breaker.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “but I stay away from girls now. I try not to get too close, even if they make it hard to.” You couldn’t help but notice as his eyes lingered on yours before moving away from you to set the stack off cards on the table.

“Oh, Jack?”

He turned around, setting the cards down. “Yeah?”

You walked forward, slowly. “Did you use to steal girls’ wallets like this?” Flipping your hand around, you revealed a worn out leather wallet, smirking you tossed it to him. “Did you ever steal their watches?” You held out your wrist that sported his watch, laughing as he looked at you in disbelief, his hand reaching down for his watch that wasn’t there. “And did you ever still their belts, too?” Reaching behind you, you uncoiled his black belt, falling into a fit of laughter.

“Okay, how did you do that?” His hand felt around his waist, completely lost in your ability.

You reached him, handing him his belt and unhooking his watch from your wrist, “I’ve got my secrets, Jack.” Handing him the watch, you pressed your lips together. “Oh, and I think you might want this.” You reached into your shirt, pulling out his cellphone. Flipping it over your fingers, you placed it in his hands, giving him a smirk. “I’m sorry, did you think I was like those other girls?” Shaking your head, you winked and blew him a kiss before walking away from him.

“I Can Give You Heaven”

Taehyung smut

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pairing: Taehyung x reader

Warning: strong sexual language, fluff/ soft smut, Fingering, daddy kink teasing,v

A/N: I wrote this first before, I got requests, I wanted to post this first, so you could see what kind of writer I am, so you wouldn’t get disappointed in what you thought I was like. Plus I’m new to writing my smut on tumblr so please support me (~‾▿‾)~

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You were having your date night with Taehyung, dating him was fun, nothing like you ever had, he was a bit more confident in his actions. He was mainly the one to make the moves on you, made sure you were comfortable around him. He admired every part of you, your body, your skin, even if you were dark or pale. You were the sexiest, most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on.

This date night, was very special to you, though you were seeing each other for years, as friends, you fell for each other easily, by strong connections and vibes. You were always attracted to him and he was always attracted to you. He waved at you with a sweet small smile, as you grinned at him. You made your way over to him, and just as you were about to wrap your arms around his, he took your wrist into his hands himself, wrapping them around his neck, pulling you into a tender kiss,

“you are showing too much Y/N” Is the first thing he says, before breaking the passionate kiss

You frown, pushing him away.

“Why are you like this?, I haven’t seen you in 3 weeks, and you tell me this? What about I miss you?” You cross your arms, pouting up at him, he just smiles slowly turning into a cute grin.

“Ah..sorry, you are right,” He kisses your forehead, and continues. Holding you close, he whispers in your ear, nibbling on it slowly he whispers “You should only show this much skin to me only”

Taken back by his choice of word, blushing was your only reaction. You looked away as he gave you that sweet rectangular smile.

“Y/N I’ve missed you,” He finally says, earning a smile from you.

“I’ve missed you more,” You kiss his jawline, earning a playful moan from him.

“Do you want to go watch a movie?, I just put on spider man 3,” You said, holding on to his stomach, hugging his small waist.

“Ya! Why did you play the movie without me?“ he playfully shouts, as you both walk back to your apartment.

He watched you, you were wearing small shorts, that didn’t cover most of your legs, a big sweater that covered your hands and, had a small word in the middle that said “yours”, and your hair was put up into a lazy-like bun. You thought to yourself, “wow, I look horrid, I shouldn’t let taehyung see me this way after 3 weeks” but to him, he thought you were so god damn fine, because he liked when you were comfortable and didn’t try hard. Though he always thought you were beautiful even if you did.

He stared at you, all the time, ever since he met you 4 years ago, Even though he was the famous taehyung from the group BTS, he never let that popularity get in between the time you spent together. However, it was difficult to get in touch because he was on tour, or practicing the same dance, that he’s done a million times. You understood that, and you were lucky to have someone so precious in your life gave up his freetime to spend with you.

You’d always think about that, whenever you felt sad or lonely of his presence.

You hadn’t even opened the door yet, and there he was, placing wet kisses apon your 3 weeks abandoned neck. It felt soothing, that feeling you missed, when your man teased you, a hand coming from beside you and wrapping around your waist.

He says to you once again. “Y/N I missed you” with more tremble in his voice, with more meaning of what he meant by those words.

“T-tae, we haven’t even-” Your breathe hitched, when you felt his hand grasp your waist. You didn’t know why it felt so good. Was it that his hands were your biggest weakness? Or you just haven’t had a man touch you the way he did in 3 weeks?

“Y/N, why do you do these things to me?” He continues, planting kissing on your neck, leaving wet marks, of his tongue.

“You’re so sexy, Y/N”

His voice tired from work, Sexiest thing you could hear all day other than his moans, and groans. You both find your way into the apartment, and he just never let go of you, still kissing on you. Making you absolutely wet for him and you haven’t even started your indoor date yet.

“Baby, please” You moan, feeling his hands glide down to your most private area, and his middle finger tapping at your quivering slit purposely leaving you wanting him to touch you there more.

He suddenly smirked at your pleads, nibbling at your ear, for him to do more.

“Do you want me to stop?” He says darkly, his voice filled with lust.

“N-noo” you whinned desperately, crying out for those hands to roam your body after 3 long weeks without sex, Sex with taehyung was unpredictable, messy and loud.

“Tell your daddy, what you want” he says, playing with the rim of your shorts, Your hips not ignoring this tease, as you sway them to make them loose on your hips.

“I want- You try to speak but he gropes your breasts,through your sweater, already he could feel your hardened buds, And surprised that went braless today. He just smirked, biting the lobe of your ear.

“If you knew I was going to make it here, you shouldn’t have worn panties either” he licks behind your ear, sending shockwaves down your spine, as your grinded on his now erect crotch.

“Baby, I need your fingers,” With your head thrown back, against his shoulder, he twirled his fingers around your nipples and squeezed at your breasts whenever you smile up at him, with closed eyes, enjoying his plessure. He pinches at the sensitive skin, palming your breasts lightly, only making you want him to do it roughly.

“How do you want my fingers, princess?” He playfully asked,knowing exactly how you wanted him. But he simply ignored, suddenly sitting himself on the couch and sitting you on top of him.“ You felt his member poke into your ass almost.

He smudges his nose and lips into your neck again, licking and kissing at your sweet spot, only making you anxious and wet for his fingers.

“fuck” A moan slipped from your mouth, when, you felt his hips thrust up into you dangerously, grinding onto your plump bottom. He sinks his teeth into your already bruised flesh of a neck, and began sucking at it. Making the spot darker than your skin. “Y/N,” He moans breathing hard into your ear, “does your pussy still get soaked for me?” He asked,only making you shiver under his touch. You only groan at his dirty questions. A leaves your neck with a small pop sound, seconds before traveling both hands into different directions that needed attention. His right hand, went low, non-hesitantly reaching into shorts, and palming you through your panties. You gasped feeling those long fingers, play with your slit, moving slow, up and down they went. Making you a shaking mess, “Babyy… touch me like that” Groaning..You let it slip from your mouth. Usually you’d get embarrassed and blush at your words, but you were absolutely horny and needed release. “I haven’t even touched your clit yet, and you’re already so wet, Y/N” He teased, licking his lips , smirking up at your reaction. His middle finger, began to move in small deep circles over your clit, you couldn’t help but grip his wrist at this, Already bringing you to the edge. He hated when you stopped him of his actions. As he was just about to play with your breasts, He sensed disobedience, and quickly grabbed both wrist into his left hand, “What did I tell you about that?” He said gritting his teeth, His hips now digging into your deeper, making you twirl into him. “Aghhh stop teasing me” you cried out. Trying to release from his hold. His pants was getting tight, loving how you suffered each time, he was dominant. “Y/N” Your name rolling off his tongue so seductive, so gargly from his deep voice, “I can give you heaven, just tell daddy what you want him to do with his hands” He lightly kissed at your sweet spot on your neck, spreading your legs with his

“Fuck me with your fingers daddy” you whimpered, desperately grounding yourself on to his bulge now.

He dug his hand into your lace blue underwear now, giving you what you needed, His middle finger, teasingly running down your slit and quickly moving back up to flicker at your clit. “O-hh shit!” You shouted, making him even anxious for your reactions. “God, you’re so fucking wet for me y/n" he grunted, speeding his fingers up when he heard you gasp. He played with your pussy, palming at your lips then covering his long middle finger over your slit and shaking it side to side, making that wet sound, that made him want to fuck you into the wall every time he heard it. “Ahh..fuckkk,” He hissed, feeling his dick pulsating, after it being ignored for some time. Only thrusting into her, through tight clothed jeans. His middle was soaked from your juices,as it spilled out everytime you felt his touch. He hadn’t even entered you yet, and you were already about to cum, that easily. He bit his lip, hearing that wet sound again, as he circling his middle finger on your clit. “Daddy, that feels soo good-” You gasped once again, blushing heavily, when you moaned his name so loudly. His finger slipped into your hole, and he decided to slouch you into his body on the couch, holding you tightly.

He plugged you up, with his digit. Biting down on to his pink lips dangerously, as he moved in and out of your wet hole at such a speed.

“Taehyu-! Fuck!!” You grunted at him rolling your head back on his shoulder.

“You like it, princess?” He whispered into your ear, keeping you from spazzing out of his lap.

“Ohh Yes! Oppa I like it” You moaned, “Make me c-cum” You repeated, whispering low to him.

“You want me to baby?” He teased, hitting up at your walls continuously, making you go over the edge.

“I’m so close!” You cried out, He slowed down at this, your hips continued to roll down on his dick, he threw his head back. Groaning your name.

His hands moved slowly inside you, but deep as you pulsated around his middle finger,

“Shitt baby” he hissed, “Y/n I’m cumming” he pumped his middle finger inside you 3 more times , making wetter sounds from your pussy, he cums violently into his pants.

He cursed, losing grip on your wrist and you came, when you felt his hot breathe repeat your name as he rode his orgasm out. 

"Ahh! Baby yesss-”your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

He took your lips, biting down on your bottom lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

He wrapped his arms around your waist.

"I told you not to wear things like this” he playfully says, as you slipped off his lap. You hit his shoulder.

"You could have waited!” you say buckling your shorts back up.

"I didn’t hear you complaining while you were screaming my name” he giggled playfully.

You blushed, pushing him off the couch, he just laughed,coming back up to tackle you with kisses all over your face.

"Y/n” he exaggerated your name cutely,lifting up your shirt. “I wanna make you miss me more tonight when I leave again” he pauses, when you cup his cheeks. Lust still in his eyes.

“Can daddy give you heaven again?

You nod, at this , making out with the lewd lover as you take things to the bedroom.

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 20

Summary: SMUT and arguing.

Note: If you wanted to be tagged and you’re not in this, please message me and let me know. I have lost some of my tags and I have to get them organized. Sorry for the inconvenience!

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“I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.” - Shannon A. Thompson -

On the way back, Negan continued to curse Rosita for shooting Lucille.
You felt bad for him, Lucille was his pride and joy.

“She has a fuckin’ battle scar, but she’ll be okay.” He had said on the way back, mainly trying to reassure himself.

When you got back, a few workers tried to speak to Negan about trivial things, but he wasn’t having any of it.
The only person he paid any attention to, was you.
He practically drug you out of the truck and back up to his room, but you weren’t sure whether to be scared or excited about it.

After you got to his room, you took off your gear and laid it next to Lucille on the desk.
Negan took his jacket off and threw it onto the coat rack and punched the wall hard, making you jump back a little.
He had a grimace on his face as he shook his head.

“I’m sorry about what happened to her, Negan.” You said in a sincere tone.

He crossed his arms and looked at you, still angry, “It’s cool, darlin’. She’ll be fuckin’ fine.”

He took off his bloody shirt and threw it to the floor and grabbed you by the arm, leading you into the bathroom.

He pushed you up against the cool tile wall and his lips crashed into yours, further smearing the blood around on both your faces.

He pulled back and let out a grunt, “I’d be more pissed about the fuckin’ situation, but the fuckin’ fact is that watching you makes me so goddamn hard.”

He turned the water to the shower on and turned back you, pulling your shirt off with ease and unbuttoned your pants and began kissing and biting at your leg as he continued pulling your pants down.
You moaned softly as you felt his lips against your skin.
He bit into your leg hard as he looked up to meet your eyes.
You threw your head back against the wall as he did.
He chuckled as he ran his hand back up your leg, reaching your panties, he continued running his hand along the outside edge of them until he reached your inner thigh, slipping his hand between your legs and rubbed your wetness from the outside of them.

He smirked, “Jesus, darlin’. I never get fuckin’ tired of feeling how fuckin’ wet you are for me.”

“I don’t get tired of being wet for you.” You cooed back as you looked down to him.

He smirked and slipped your panties to the side and slid a finger into your wet core. you breathed out roughly as you felt him slipping his fingers further inside you.
You groaned and pulled his hair frantically, desperately wanting to feel his tongue on you.

“Easy, babydoll.” He growled seductively as he moved his finger in and out of you.

You lifted up one of your legs to rest it on his shoulder as he continued.
You had a tight grip on his hair as you arched your back against the wall, he was only teasing you now, and it was driving you crazy.

Your moans began to get louder and he finally pulled his fingers out of you, you were soaked now and he lifted him fingers to his mouth to licked them off.

The steam from the shower had made the room hot and cloudy.
Negan reached out to grip onto your hips as he pulled them towards his face, he laid a couple kisses on your thighs and it sent chills throughout your body, mixed with the heat you already felt.

He ripped into your underwear and let them fall to the floor while he ran his tongue along your wet folds.
You sucked in a breath as he did, you could the wetness only continue to grow.

It was getting harder to control yourself now as ran his tongue in circles over your clit.
You started to grind yourself against his face, not wanting to wait anymore.

He stuck two fingers back inside you as he continued to flick his tongue against your clit.

“Fuck” You moaned out, dropping your hands to his shoulders to dig your nails in.

He chukcled deeply as he kept going, loving to see what his teasing was doing to you.

“Negan, please.” You begged as you bit into your lip.

He bit at your skin before lifting his head, “Please what, darlin’?”

“You know what.” You groaned back, closing your eyes tightly.

He raised his eyebrows and put your leg down and stood up, “Get on your fuckin’ knees, baby.” He commanded.

You obeyed and quickly knelt down in front of him, not even needing him to tell you anything else.
You ran you hands up his pant legs, he leaned his head back and bit his lip, waiting.
You grabbed onto the large bulge through the pants and you could feel his erection.
You licked your lips as you looked up at him, he gave you back a mischievous smirk.
You slowly unzipped his pants, reaching in to pull out his cock from its confines.

You ran your hand up and down his shaft slowly as you continued to look up at him, teasing him like he had done to you.
He closed his eyes tightly and grunted.
You smiled and ran your tongue around the tip of his cock, he then grabbed a handful of your hair, wrapping it around his hand.

He pulled your head towards his cock and you opened your mouth to allow him the entrance he seeked.
He pushed himself to the back of your throat and it took a lot of control to keep yourself from choking on his size.
You worked your tongue along his shaft and you bobbed your head up and down on him, he thrusted his hips into your mouth slowly, but ocassionally picking up the pace as he fucked your mouth.

He groaned sexily and clenched his teeth as he threw his head back again.
You ran your hands up and down his toned stomach as he continued, you could feel yourself continue to grow even more aroused at the sounds he was making because of you.
He pulled out of your mouth quickly and pulled you up by the hair.

“Let’s take this into the fuckin’ water.” He growled into your ear as he led you into the shower.

He made you face the shower wall and pushed you up against it as the water ran over your back, he pulled your hips back towards him, making you bend over and you could feel his hard cock rubbing up against you.
Without warning, he shoved himself deeply inside of you, you gasped in shock as he did so.

Without letting you adjust, he began to ram into you without mercy and you dug your nails into the wall trying your best to adjust yourself.
It felt amazing, but there was also the pain that came with it.
You gritted your teeth as he continued on without slowing down or stopping.
You could hear the grunts and moans he made each time he went as deep as he could into you.
The water from the shower was running into your face and you could see the water running into the drain had turned a pink color from the blood washing off the both of you.
Negan continued his rough thrusts into you, he grabbed you by the neck, pulling you back to his chest.

“You fuckin’ like that?” He said in a sharp tone.

And you did, you more than liked it. He was giving you the definition of angry sex and you loved it.

“Yes!” You growled back to him.

“Say my fuckin’ name.” He ordered as he continued his animalistic thrusts into you.
He brought a hand down to give you a hard slap on your ass and you could feel the sting as it left his handprint.

You sucked in air sharply as you grinded your backside into him hard, “Negan!”

He let out a loud grunt as he bit down on your neck, you reached back to grab some of his hair that was now wet and hung down in his face.

“Goddamn, keep fuckin’ saying it, baby!” He moaned against your skin.

“Negan.” You moaned out again.

“(Y/N).” He growled back to you.

He brought a hand down to grab ahold of one of your breasts, before letting it trail down your body, until he got to your soaking wet folds to find your clit again.
He ran his middle finger in circles over it and you panted as he did so, you could feel your orgasm coming on strong and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer if he kept up with what he was doing to you.

You bucked your hips violently against his as you made him back up.
You turned around suddenly to meet his gaze with a lustful look in your eyes.
He squinted his eyes, with water dripping off the ends of his wet hair, running onto his face.

“What the fuck, darlin’?” He breathed out, throwing his arms out.

“Get down.” You said firmly.

“Excuse me?” He snapped back as he brushed his hair back, leaning down to meet your eyes.

You took in a breathe, “Get the fuck down. Maybe I wanna be in charge right now.”

His eyes widened and a toothy smile spread across his face at your words.
He leaned back against the wall and slowly slid himself the the floor, waiting for you to take over.
You threw a leg over him as you sat down into his lap, his cock sliding back into you, you closed your eyes and let out a pleasurable sigh as his length slid back inside you.
Negan grabbed you roughly by the hips before looking back up to you as you straddled him.

“If you’re taking charge, darlin’, then you better ride the fuck out of me or I’ll show you how it’s fuckin’ done.” He growled back seductively.

“I plan on it.” You said as you rolled your hips against his.

He bit his lip and let out a grunt as you did so.
You grabbed onto his shoulders to give yourself some leverage as you began to thrust yourself down hard onto his cock.
Negan’s face scrunched itself in a look of bliss as you rode him, you watching him enjoying what you were doing to him was getting you off.

“Fuck, (Y/N).” He grunted, he had his hands so tightly on your hips, that you knew they would be bruised tomorrow.

You moaned loudly as he said your name and you continued your own thrusts.
You buried your face into his neck and sucked the soft skin, he grunted louder as he moved his arms forcing you down harder onto his cock, making you let out a yelp at the sudden movement.

“Say it again.” You whimpered into his ear.

“Fuckin’ beg me for it.” He chuckled as he released your hips and moved his hands up to your breasts.

“Please Negan, please say my name, baby.” You begged as you kept rolling your hips against his.

He leaned himself up as he started to nibble at your breasts, grazing across your nipples with his teeth.
You panted as he continued, you could feel your orgasm coming closer and closer.
He was driving you crazy and he knew that he was.
He knew that him saying your name would grant you release and he wasn’t going to give it over to you easily, he was still in control of you, no matter what.

You gave him back a pleading look. He gave you a wicked smile and before you knew it, he had rolled you over and was on top of you, the now freezing water showered down onto the both of you as he held your legs open, thrusting himself roughly back inside you.
You let out a scream at the amount of pleasure you were feeling in that moment.

“Did I tell you to stop fuckin’ beggin’ me, babydoll?” He demanded as he put your legs onto his shoulders.

You bit your lip, “Please.. Please fucking say my name, please!” You cried out to him.

He thrust into you roughly, “Then say my fuckin’ name.”

“Negan!” You screamed.

“Good fuckin’ girl. Now call me daddy.” He smiled down at you, licking his lips.

“Daddy!” You moaned out.

He got even more rough as he rammed himself inside you hard, you were beginning to ache from all of the roughness, but you didn’t care.

“(Y/N), you’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum.” He grunted to you as he dug his nails into your skin.

You put your legs down and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him to you as you wrapped your legs tightly around him.
You could feel your climax begin to come over you as he pull out and inserted himself back into you.

“Daddy!” You cried out one last time before you felt yourself beginning to cum.

Negan groaned loudly as he felt your walls tighten around his cock and he pulled you down hard onto him once more before you felt him cum.

“Goddamnit, (Y/N).” He growled as he emptied himself inside you.

You both were panting hard now and Negan laid his forehead onto yours as you listened to eachother, both trying to catch your breath.
After a moment, you started to shiver as the heat you felt began to wear off and the freezing water running over you got even colder.
Negan noticing, got up to turn the water off and grabbed onto your arm pulling you up off the shower floor.
You stepped out to grab a towel that was laying on the sink and draped it over yourself.
Negan came up behind you and turned you to face him.

“Darlin’, do you mind telling me what the hell just got into you?” He said with a chuckle as he pulled you to him, grabbing your ass with his hands.

You smirked, “I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to see what it was like to take control of you for once.”

“Well, I can say you didn’t fuckin’ disappoint me, babydoll.” He said, kissing you hard and biting your bottom lip as he pulled his head back.

You gave him a smile as he led you back to the bedroom.
You laid down in his bed and you wrapped your yourself in the red sheets.
He sat down and leaned against the headboard, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.
He too, took notice and gazed back at you.

“Spit it out, darlin’.” He said in his deep tone as he eyed you curiously.

You took in a breath as you turned over on your stomach, “You want me to be honest with you, right?”

Negan sort of rolled his eyes, “No shit. You know that I fuckin’ do, (Y/N).”

You nodded and brushed your hair behind your ear as you nervously twirled it around your fingers.

“You better start talking.” He said, clearing his throat.

“Look, it’s not easy to have to deal with other women and it’s not something that I’ll even pretend to be okay with, because I’m not, and maybe it won’t mean shit, but I have to tell you something.” You said calmy as you gave him a seriosuly look.

He laid his head back and sucked his teeth, “Darlin’, if you’re gonna give me some fuckin’ bullshit about wanting me to do away with them.”

“No..” You answered, beginning to get rather annoyed.

“Alright, then what is it?”

You sat up quickly on your knees, “I fucking love you.” You blurted out quickly before you lost the nerve to do it.

He slowly lifted his head back up to meet your eyes again and he gave a smile, “Yeah? I kinda fuckin’ figured that.”

You gave him a confused look, “You know?”

He blinked and nodded, “Mhm, you’re not the first wife to fall in love with me and you won’t be the fuckin’ last.”

You clenched your jaw as you could feel the stab in your emotions.

He reached over to you to touch your arm.

“Darlin’..” He said slowly.

You pulled away from him and gave him a dangerous glare.

“You know, I just needed you to fucking know, Negan. It wasn’t that I was expecting you to drop down on a goddamn knee and say you felt the same, I was hoping that, maybe in some way, you felt something. But totally ignoring my feelings and bringing the others up is what makes me not wanna do this sometimes. You are an asshole.” You said angrily as you got off the bed, grabbing up your clothes that laid scattered on his floor.

“Well, you still fuckin’ like me anyway, don’t you? Just like the rest of them. Besides babydoll, maybe you forgot about you killing other women just to keep them away from me.” He growled back to you.

“Yeah, I fucking did do that. But that wasn’t the only reason, they all did some shit to deserve it, it’s not like I’m you.” You snapped as you slide on your pants, you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

You knew you had to leave before you gave him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

He laughed and shook his head, “No, you’ve got that fuckin’ wrong. You’re more like me than you’d ever like to goddamn admit, (Y/N).”

You dropped your head and rested your hands on the bed before you looked back up to him, “Maybe I am. But you know what? Atleast I’m capable of loving someone. And right now, falling for you seems like it was a fucking mistake.”

You stood back up and gathered the rest of your things before heading for the door.

“Where the fuck are you going?” He said as got up, trying to block you from opening the door.

“I’m going to my room. So, I tell you what, you go get Sherry or ones of the others, and you go fuck them.” You said roughly as you yanked the door open.

“You can goddamn bet on that.” He said sourly and slammed the door behind you.

Time you got out of Negan’s sight the tears came out, you had been holding your emotions back for so long and you wished you hadn’t told him anything, because your fears of him not feeling the same had just been realized.
You threw your stuff down onto the floor and fell back onto your cot roughly.
Your heart was heavy and the rollercoaster that was now your emotions only made things worse.
You wanted to except things for the way that they were and not get hung up on your feelings.
Since the beginning you had never gotten too attached to anyone and when you did, the detachment from them was always easy.
But Negan was different, you had never felt like this for anyone else and it hurt like hell to know he wasn’t the kind of person to grow attached to anyone.
You knew it was stupid to think you’d be the one to change that in him, but you had held out hope that maybe you would be the one.
You laid there and just wished you could erase everything, but that was easier said than done of course.
You closed your eyes and after what seemed like hours, you finally fell asleep, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.

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Now that it’s been almost exactly a year since I published my first Fic Care Pack, have another! There aren’t nearly enough Sterek fics set in Hogwarts, my favourite alternate universe, but still, I’ve found 46 fics. I know that there are a few amazing fics, that are a work in progress, and I look forward to reading them, but this list contains only the completed works.

As per usual, there are two parts to this list; A part are my favourite fics, and I like to read them over and over again, while B part contains the fics that I liked and would definitely recommend. 

And hey, if you come across Sterek Hogwarts AU fic that you love, send it my way. I love reading them (and I’m always looking for more for an updated version of this pack).

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No context for this one - just picture that maybe Loki didn’t come down to Earth hell bent on ruling it. Maybe he came down just in time to stop someone else doing it or something… I don’t know. Either way, for this particular piece, nobody holds a grudge. Just ignore it. It’s a one off. As requested by @sxnali, and @all-nerds-here. Enjoy my darlings!

Prompt: Hi i love your stories so much! Could you do a reader x loki where they both like each other and get caught up in a pranking war? And the other avengers take sides?

“All’s Fair”

This had started so much simpler. This had started as just the two of you but of course the Avengers couldn’t not get involved.

You were particularly fond of Loki and everyone had been trying to convince you that he felt the same but there was no way to be sure – particularly when he acted the same way around you as he did everyone else – so you elected not to believe it, much to everyone’s frustration.

That was also why you’d pranked him. In an attempt to get some sort of rise out of him, some sort of reaction, you’d played a harmless practical joke. It had been light and playful, something to get his attention, however it turned out that the God of tricks did not take well to walking into cling film that was stretched across a doorway. Though instead of getting angry, he got even.

Walking into your room that fateful night had been uneventful – until you looked again. The entirety of your furniture was missing, or rather it had been moved… onto your ceiling. Somehow he had stuck everything up there and it took the combined efforts of you and Tony to get them down. And that was how Stark had become involved.

Gradually it escalated, the amount of pranks and the scale of them increased drastically until soon the whole team was caught up in your ‘Civil War’ – some of them taking your side, such as Tony, Steve, and others siding with the Asgardian: namely his brother, Clint, and Natasha. Bruce remained impartial, believing that the act of keeping score would satisfy him enough.

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Impala67, Dean? Really?

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A request from ifindyourlipssokisssable. Thank you for asking me to write this prompt for you, love! It means so much to me and I can’t thank you enough! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to it but here you go!
Let me know if you liked it or if you’d like me to change it.
Enjoy!

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“Dean, what the hell are you doing?” Sam asked frustrated.

“Nothing just some monster business.” Dean finished typing on his phone as he puts it face down on the table.

Dean continues to look at his food. You and Sam look at each other in suspicion.
Sam nods and quickly grabs Dean’s phone.

“Hey, hey! Give it back, man!” He reaches out but Sam keeps it close to his chest.

“What? Why?” Sam asks.
“None of your business, dude. Just give it.” He demands.

“Nope.” Sam say and looks at the screen.

“Oh my god.” Sam says chuckling and gives you the phone.
“Oh my-you’re on a dating app?” You asked trying to hold back the laugh.

“Hey don’t judge till you try it.” Dean defends himself.

“Impala67” you mimic his deep manly voice.
You and Sam lose it, laughing so hard half the bar is staring at you.
“Who’s that?” Sam points out.

A notification popped up from the app.

“Shay88? Who’s this?” You saw the messages and your heart broke. You just didn’t show it.

“Check out her pic.” Dean said with a smug grin.
Sam grabbed the phone from your hands, not wanting you to see the girl that the love of your life seemed to be flirting with.

Sam new about your feeling for Dean but of course, Dean didn’t.

You looked down to your food trying to not pay attention to the situation.
“Woah. She’s-” Dean interrupts Sam.
“She’s hot, huh?” He smiles.

Sam looked at you to see you were zoned out. He saw a tear fall from your eye.

“Dean, don’t you think this girl seems a little bit too available?” Sam says.
“What? A pretty girl can be into me?” Dean didn’t see you cringe at the word pretty.

“No no. It’s just-” the phone starts to vibrate in his hand.
Sam taps on the message tab and starts reading the texts between the both of them.
“I’m burning up just thinking about you? What the hell?” Sam says.
“I know, huh? You haven’t even read half-” you interuppted Dean.

“I’m gonna head back to the bunker.” You kept your head down. Your head hurt and your heart ached.
Your red puffy eyes were noticeable to Sam but the only one that you really wanted to notice your pain was Dean. And he didn’t care. Or love you. So it didn’t matter.

“Y/N?” Dean asked putting his hand out to grab yours.
“No, Dean. I-” you stopped when you saw a familiar face walk into the bar.
Tight dress that clung onto her perfect curves, beautiful hair that fell onto her shoulders, huge boobs with a great ass.

Your heart fell.

Sam looked up to see exactly what you were looking at. His jaw dropped which made Dean turn around.
Dean chuckled and stepped off the bar stool. Grabbing his jacket and leaving 20 bucks on the counter.

“I’ll see you guys later. Don’t wait up for me.” He turned around and put his arm around her waist. Sad to say that his arm looked like it fit perfectly with her.

As they walk out he turns back to the both of you and smirks before he disappeared.

Sam looked back at you to see you frozen in place.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He grabbed your arm.

“Sam, it’s okay. I um-I’m not feeling good. I’ll see you later.” You said quietly.

“Dean’s an idiot but he really does love-”

“No, he doesn’t!” You yelled.

Everyone looked at you.

“See ya, Sam.” With that, you grabbed your stuff and left.

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Back at the bunker you laid in bed. Researching mainly but some thinking took place too.

You’d fallen for Dean along time ago. Back when he and Sam saved your ass from a Wendigo hunt gone wrong. Without him you wouldn’t be alive.
He had no idea and him not knowing only gave him more access to hook up with anything with two legs.
He would smile at you and sometimes when he touched you unconsciously, there was this warm zap that spread through your body and send chills down your spine. It was incredible.
He made you feel beautiful and he didn’t even know it. He didn’t care. Because never in a million year would he ever love you the way you felt about him.
You were nothing special and nothing close to anything he deserved or wanted.

- Ring ring -

You look to see Dean’s photo of himself that he took for your phone.
You sighed.
You slide the green button and put the phone against your ear.

“Hi Dean?” You answered softly.
“Hey, sweetheart. We’re um headed home.” God, you hated when he called you that. It didn’t mean the same thing to him as it did to you.
“What happened? Are you okay? Sam’s with you?” You were confused.
Why wasn’t he with the girl?
“I love when you asked so many questions. It makes me-” Dean’s deep voice stopped. “Dude!” Sam shuts him up.

Dean chuckled, “I’ll tell you everything when I get there. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay.” You smiled loving the way he laughed.

“See ya in a bit, baby girl.” He hung up.

Fuck him. Fuck him for saying those nicknames to you in his god damn sexy deep gravely voice. Fuck him for making you fall in love with him. Fuck him for making you weak in the knees every time he said your name or whispered something to you. Fuck him for always looking so fucking good in his black t shirt and pants. Fuck his gorgeous green eyes, his big heart, and brave soul.
Fuck him.

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The bunker door opened and your boys entered.

Dean looked down?

You waited for them at the bottom and saw Sam half smile. Looking back at Dean and to you again.
You nodded understanding him.

Sam patted Dean’s shoulder and the walked over to you and hugged you.
Soon he was out of sight, leaving Dean and you alone.

“Hey, you alright?” You asked standing next to him.
“The girl. She um-she was a hooker. And tried to deal my soul for sex.” He chuckled but in disappointment.
In himself.
You cupped his face and pulled it close you.

“Dean, you didn’t know.” He couldn’t stop staring at your lips.

His hands found your face a trailed your skin.
He leaned in and looked back at your eyes looking for permission.

You smiled and pull on his collar allowing your lips to land on his.

He moved in sync with you. Pulling you closer and closer.

One of his hands started to make its way to your bra but you stopped him.

“Dean.” You said lowly.
“I’m sorry. I thought-” you stopped him.
“No it’s just.” You looked into his eyes.

“I should go to sleep. Goodnight, Dean.” You pulled away from his chest and walked into your room.

“Oh god.” He thought.

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You woke up at the smell of bacon and eggs.
Dean knew you loved that.

You walked out of your room to the kitchen and saw Dean stand over the stove in his white t shirt and sweat pants.

You stared at the way his back muscles clung onto his shirt and moved as he cooked.

You coughed.

He turned around, “morning, sweetheart.” He tried fixing his hair.
He always looked so beautiful without even trying.

You smiled, “bacon and eggs? Is there a girl your trying to inpress?”

He looked down smirking, “yeah there is.”

You felt your heart sink, “alright. Well then I’ll leave you to it.” You turned around leaving when Dean spoke.

“I think you’ve met her.” He said.

“Oh yeah?” You questioned is theory.

“Yeah she’s beautiful. I mean absolutely gorgeous. And not to mention her sex hair in the mornings.” He walked over to you and snaked his big warm arms around your body.

You were still confused.
“I don’t know, Dean. I-” he stopped you.

“The way she says my name. God, the things it does to me.” He said.

“Dean-”
“Just. Like. That.” He leaned down resting his forehead against yours and his lips placed onto yours.

You pulled away, “me?”

“Yeah.” He said confidently.

“But Dean you’ll get bored of me. I’m not like that girl. I don’t have her hot flirty personality. And her looks, Dean I look nothing like her. I’m -” he kissed you.

“Stop comparing yourself, baby. You’re right. You’re nothing like her. You are so much more. That’s why I’m trying to impress you.” He whispered.

“Because I love you.”

You smiled. And pulled his face down to yours. Moving your lips with his.

You pull away.

“But no seriously. Impala67, Dean? I mean really? You laughed.

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Request: Hello love, I absolutely adore ur writings and I wanted to ask if u could do one where Phasma and Kylo has a crush on the reader, they think the reader is to cute for her own good and will always talk about her with hux (who groans in agony bc they’re head over heals in love with the you). They’re both in competition with one another trying to see who will still ur heart but the reader already knew and just kissed them in the cheeks, surprising them when she says she loves them back in the end.

A/N: Hello and thank you! I’m sorry this one took forever to make but I finally came up with a good idea/story for it, so please enjoy! Also, I think it’s pretty obvious as to who will ‘win’ (since this is a kylo blog) but y’know, it’s a good prompt so thank you, again! (and will you look at that gif holy shit) [gif not mine] p.s. requests are open

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Ever since the downfall of Starkiller–and the loss of many men and women that had worked for the First Order–you (and many others) had been taken in and ‘hired’ to replace those who had been killed during the battle. Of course, like most parents (and siblings) to their young, your parents constantly questioned whether or not you were sure you should work for the Order; then there was your older siblings saying you wouldn’t even fit for such military organization.

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        The night had started out like any other normal night, well as normal as it could get when you hunt with both Winchesters. You’d been hunting with both brothers for the past couple months, but it felt like years. You’d instantly clicked with both brothers, but you were drawn to Dean.
       Maybe it was the way his green eyes set butterflies wild in your stomach, or the way that every time he smiled you couldn’t help but want to feel that same smile against your skin. If you were going to be dangerously honest with yourself it was most likely that you just wanted to be a light in his dark world.
      Sam walked over to you, “It kills me (y/n), why can’t you just talk to him”. Sam was your best friend and he of course knew how you felt about Dean. You rolled your eyes, “Sammy don’t do this to me. I’m the opposite of what Dean wants… it would be cruel for me to think otherwise”. Sam groaned in frustration, “It’s not want dean WANTS, he’s trying to distract himself because he’s scared-” before Sam could finish Dean made his way over to you two.
Dean smiled, “Okay guys so I was online and I found what seems to be a simple case, and it’s clear we need a distraction!”. Dean was right with everything that’s been happening you all needed a distraction before you went crazy.
     Sam gave you a devilish smile, “We’ll if it’s so simple maybe you and (y/n) should go, I could stay home and do some research on things!”. You instantly got nervous, you weren’t sure if your heart could stand being alone with dean without exploding.
     You tried not to kill Sam for trying to push things with you and dean, “I’m not sure Sammy, we could really use you”. Sam opened his mouth but Dean interrupted, “ Come on princess, by now you know my bark is worse than my bite. Sammy probably just wants some alone time….with his laptop”. You couldn’t stifle a giggle.
     You were still nervous but started to warm up to the idea, “Okay deal, but only if I control the music. Don’t get me wrong I love your music but we should switch things up”.
     Sammy eagerly waited for his brothers response, Dean never let him pick the music and if he let you pick it the it would be a huge indication of Dean’s feelings towards you. Everyone knew the rule; driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cakehole.
    Dean rolled his eyes but smiled, “Alright but the second I hear any Bieber shit you’re done”. You instantly felt so much better about the situation, the right music always calmed your nerves.
     For the hunt you packed your essentials and decided to wear; leggings, a black tank top and a read flannel. You were in for a long car ride and needed to be comfortable. For good measure you word a matching black lace bra and underwear set. As a hunter you learned to prepare for every situation, even ones you deemed impossible.
     Sam walked you two to the bunker’s garage saying his goodbyes like a parent sending their children off to school, reminding you he’d only be a phone call away.
    You decided to take a nap in the backseat of the impala while dean drove, hoping that sleeping could help you not think about dean. For a while it worked, until dean consumed your dreams. Picturing dean in a black t shirt and grey sweatpants always made for your favorite dream, it made you long for a future with him. Just as things started to get good you were woken up by the impala coming to an abrupt stop.
    Dean looked at you through the rearview mirror, “Sorry sweetheart, I dodged a stupid little bunny. The son of a bitch came out of nowhere and I didn’t feel like eating rabbit stew tonight”.
      You smiled until you realized it was now night time which meant your longing for dean was at an all time high. You tried to distract yourself, “It’s okay, I’ve already gotten my beauty sleep. Plus it’s time that I pick the music, don’t worry Bieber isn’t on my playlist”.
     Dean laughed and rolled his eyes but patted the passenger’s seat. You tried to gracefully climb to the front seat but not so gracefully plopped down. You unlocked your phone and read a text from Sam, “ I took the liberty of packing condoms into your away bag, I know it’s been awhile for you and I want to make sure my kids stay safe. Have fun kiddo xx”.
     You laughed out loud which caused dean to try and look at your phone, you clicked your music app quickly, “It was nothing Sammy just made a nerd joke, you wouldn’t laugh at it”. Dean seemed hesitant but accepted your answer.
      You put your phone on shuffle and of course, “Do I wanna know” by arctic monkeys came on. You apologized but Dean asked you keep it on. Dean must’ve enjoyed the beat, mistaking it for rock.
     You knew every lyric and as, ~have you no idea that you’re in deep, I’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week~, blared through the speakers in the impala you couldn’t help but shift in your seat. Every time you heard this song you wanted nothing more than to crash your lips against dean’s.
    You felt his eyes on you, and you wanted to know why. You summoned all your courage and looked at him. You noticed he looked at your eyes, lips, then eyes again while licking his own lips. ~Do i wanna know if this feeling flows both ways, sad to see you go was sort of hoping that you’d stay~
    You felt butterflies in your stomach, “Dean I can change the song if you want it’s-”. You never finished your sentence because he pulled the car over to the side of the deserted road. ~Baby we both know that the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day~
     Dean still seemed distracted, “Listen I can’t do this anymore..I’ve waited so damn long, tried to deny how I felt but this song was just too perfect….I need you (y/n)….I need you so fucking bad”.
    Were you dreaming, did Lucifer put you in some twisted form of hell, did you just hear Dean Winchester beg for you? ~So have you got the guts?Been wondering if your heart’s still open and if so I wanna know what time it shuts…Simmer down and pucker up…~ you resisted the urge to pinch yourself and decided fuck it.
    You positioned yourself on dean’s lap and felt your heart skip a beat once you saw his emerald eyes up close. Every single dirty thought you’d ever had rushed into your mind and you couldn’t help but look away. He placed his fingers under your chin lifting your head up, “fuck (y/n) if you keep looking at me like that this is going to be over before it even starts”. You laughed.
     Finally you kissed him, finally you felt his soft pink lips against your own, finally you had dean winchester to yourself. He kissed your jaw, trailing down your neck until he found what he was looking for and sucked. You let out an involuntary moan, “Dean… shit”.
     You felt him smirk against your skin, “ Sorry princess, couldn’t resist”. His kisses trailed further down your neck until he reached your chest, and you ripped off your top. His pupils dilated when he took in your chest, blown with lust.
      He took your left breast in his hand while taking the other in his mouth. He circled your nipple before finally sucking. Once again you moaned and you finally felt him smile against your skin. You decided this had been enough and wished that you could pull a Cas and with one snap all your clothes would be removed leaving not a single layer between you two.
     As if reading your mind dean stopped sucking and started to take off his clothes. Scars and all he was just as beautiful as you imagined and if there was a god you silently thanked him in your head. Clothes were disregarded in record breaking time. Dean motioned you to the back seat where you would finally have more space.
     Lying on your back you looked into his green eyes, noticed the freckles at the corners, and finally felt at home. He must’ve caught you staring, “Once again sweetheart keep looking at me that way and this will all be over before it starts”.
     You couldn’t help but smile and also feel like this all wasn’t real. Before you could pinch yourself you felt his lips on yours. His hand found his way to your vagina and you shuddered at the contact. Sounding more needy than intended you shakily said, “De-Dean please..”.
     He positioned himself at your entrance before scanning your eyes for any hesitation, with all the bravery you could manage you boldly said, “Come on deano fuck me like you mean it”. You could’ve sworn you heard him mutter son of a bitch to himself before he entered you.
      Dean started out slowly first, easy thrust fulling inserting himself into you and then out. You wanted more, no you needed more, so you brought his lips to yours and using all your strength found yourself on top. This time you were sure you heard him say son of a bitch. You rotated your hips in a circular motion steadily going faster. Dean’s hands found your hips and he helped guide you, he matched your thrusts with his own.
       Before closing you eyes you looked down at him, it was almost like he was under a spell. If anyones eyes ever were to capture what love truly looks like it were his, you knew there was no going back. He dragged his lower lip against his teeth before saying, “Come on (y/n) I wanna feel you cum around my cock”.
     You felt the knot build in your stomach and said, “I’m so fucking close Dean fuck”. His hand found your clit once again and he massaged it with his thumb. You couldn’t handle it any more. Your eyes closed shut, and you felt every nerve in your body awaken. You weren’t even sure if your moans were even human, when you finally came you sounded like you were possessed.
      Dean was close behind and as you were finally coming down from your high he was reaching his. The feeling and his moans sent you off again as you felt a second orgasm coming. Finally after what felt like pure bliss you both returned back to earth.
        Once you opened your eyes your gaze met his again. He looked at you in pure amazement, “Fuck you’re going to ruin me”. You felt the same because you were sure the love you felt was much more strong than humanly possible.
You kissed him one more time before saying, “ Dean I….I love you and I have for-” his lips met yours once again, “I love you too. Always have (y/n) and I always will".
      You curled up next to Dean and felt the best you’d ever felt. In unison you both said, “We really gotta thank Sammy for this”. You both laughed and it felt so good to hear Dean laugh.

      You fell asleep next to the man you loved, next to the man that actually loved you back. You really would have to thank Sammy for this.

TITLE: Not My Type

IMAGINE: Being the female version of Tony and taking a fancy towards Steve. 

“Love is a funny thing. It’s as if you spend your whole life waiting for it, and then, when it finally happens, everything just sort of falls into place. You don’t have to question it or second guess it. It just feels… right.”

[gif is not mine] guys! civil war comes out tonight and i am so freaking excited, expect lots of emotion from me. 


The music flowed but was the background noise of every conversation except one. Steve Rogers sat down on the sofa watching the scene in front of him as if it were a movie.  He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw her smile at him. It took so long to get to where they were now, so long, but if he could go back and change anything he wouldn’t.

Steve thought back to the night when he first saw her. He didn’t like her when they first encountered, of course it was mainly because she was the exact copy of Tony only in a female form. He saw her there standing with what seemed like to be a male model, him fawning over her in her ludicrous outfit. Except it wasn’t ludicrous. It was beautiful and it made him feel things about a woman he has never felt before.


“This is (Y/N), my better half,” Tony introduced the woman in his arms to the Avengers that were standing in front of them.

“That I am Tony and never forget that,” she gave him a cheeky wink, her voice tinted with an English accent. “It’s nice to meet all of you in person, big fan,” she gave a thumbs up. She looked at each of them, paying a special attention to one Steve Rogers. “Very big fan,” she bit her lip. However her eyes did not stay on them, she was rather distracted by a man walking past who looked at her appreciatively. “I must go,” she removed her arm from Tony’s elbow, “so sorry.”

They watched her walk away and moved towards the man, “She’s like a female you Tony,” Clint barked out.

Steve scoffed, “If that’s the case then no thanks,” Tony snapped his neck to face Steve.

“Watch your mouth boy, that’s my best friend you’re talking about.” Tony glared at him once more and walked away to find Pepper.

The Avengers soon dispersed, Steve staying by the bar, watching rather than participating. He saw (Y/N) flirt unabashed with the man, something stirred inside of him. Steve shook his head, it was not jealousy, he only met her and she wasn’t the type to catch his eye anyway. (Y/N) caught his eye and she gave him a soft smile, not a smirk like she gave everybody else. Steve refused to believe that he flushed nor that his heart skip a beat.


It was all downhill after that for Steve. She stayed with them for what seemed like years, when in reality it was only four months. And in those four months he felt things for (Y/N) he never managed to feel for anyone before. However, Steve’s hopes were dashed with every man he saw her with.

He tried dating of course, with people like Sharon. She was perfect for him but that was the thing it was so simple and easy, it did not feel like he was in love. He was too engrossed in their relationship –to try and salvage it, that he never saw (Y/N) watching them like a hawk, envy written on her face.


Tony walked to where (Y/N) was standing in the middle of the room, “You know only crazy people stand in the middle of the room doing nothing.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Then I might be as barmy as a farm-house cat.”

“What?”

“Never you mind,” (Y/N) sighed and walked over to the bench. “Are they dating?”

Tony scrunched his face, “Who?”

“Steve and Sharon,” she ignored Tony’s reaction, “I just want to know.”

“Do you like him?”

(Y/N) scoffed at the idea, “Yes, the great (Y/N) fancies Mr Morals,” she sneered, “please, like I would ever subdue myself to that.”

“(Y/N),” Tony warned.

“Sorry.”

“They’re not right for each other,” was all Tony said about the matter. (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel light after those words.


It was two weeks after that conversation that Sharon and Steve broke up amicably. (Y/N) walked up to Steve to offer her condolences and offered to take him out for pie.


“There’s this great pie shop in Brooklyn that makes the most delicious cherry pies you have ever eaten!” (Y/N) gushed as she pulled on Steve’s arm.

“Would that be Papa’s Pies?”

(Y/N) laughed, “You know it?”

“I was there when it was established,”

“Are you serious?”

Steve laughed and nodded, “Hey, do you think there would be a special deal then? Considering you were there when it was first built and the fact that you’re a senior citizen?” At Steve’s stare (Y/N) couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “I’m only kidding,” she shrugged “now come on! I want pie!” She tugged on his arm and off they went out the door, memories of Sharon and his relationship buried at the bottom of his mind.

It was by far the best night that Steve ever had. It was filled with laughter, pies and the fact is he couldn’t help but falling in love with (Y/N) that night and every single moment he saw her after that. What Steve never knew was, (Y/N) felt the same things as him.


Steve was brought out of his musings as he saw (Y/N) walking towards him, “It’s quite loud for me here, would you like to come away with me?” At Steve’s silence (Y/N) spoke again, “You don’t have to if you don’t want.”

“I agree with you let’s go,” he offered her his arm which she gladly took. (Y/N) walked them to one of the more silent rooms upstairs, where they usually gathered when they watched a movie.

She sat down on the couch and Steve followed suit. (Y/N) looked at Steve and wondered how this one person can change her in so many ways, change how she usually did things. Gone were the men that she brought home, she noticed that after meeting Steve that she only ever pursued blonde men. The men, she realized were a poor substitute for the real thing. But how could he ever love her?

(Y/N) shook her head and walked to the sliding door and opened it and welcomed the fresh air that it brought. Steve followed suit in concern. “(Y/N)?”

“What are you doing to me?” There was no anger in her voice, just a general query, she laughed. “You’re turning me into a good person,” she looked at him, “I like it.” She gave him a small smile. “I like you.” She added after a moment’s silence.

“(Y/N)?”

“I know that you probably don’t feel the same way that I do, I mean why would you? I’m basically Tony,” she scoffed, “but I change for you. If you want, I will do anything to prove to you that I genuinely am in love with you.” It only took a second for (Y/N) to realize what she said, “Oh fuck,” she looked at Steve who was staring at her fondly.

“Don’t ever change who you are, I fell in love with the person I first saw and I would never, ever want you to change, because then you would change into a person that I don’t know.” Steve reached for her hand, “Tony once told me something important, and now I realize.” (Y/N) furrowed her brows. “Never you mind it,” he moved forward and kissed her passionately.


Tony walked over to Steve who was staring out to the skies, “She does this funny thing you know? When she likes someone, I mean truly like someone or maybe love them. She focuses on him and only him. Don’t give up hope yet Cap, she’s stubborn but she’s also forward, she’ll tell you when she’s ready, just be patient.”


Steve woke up to rays of sunshine, he tried to move however was unable to when he felt a lump beside him. He looked over and saw that it was (Y/N). He smiled widely remembering what occurred last night. He was brought out of his reverie by someone clearing their throat. Steve turned his head and saw that it was Tony, folded arms and furrowed brows.

“Care to explain?”

“Nothing happened, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Tony nodded. “She’s like a sister to me. Hurt her and I’ll punch you in your perfect teeth, got it Cap?” Steve nodded and Tony left the room.

A moment later (Y/N) woke up, “Hey,” she greeted, kissing him lightly on the lips. “Now this is how I want to start my mornings.”

“Oh really?”

(Y/N) nodded. This is how I want to start my mornings for the rest of my life. What (Y/N) didn’t know was Steve was thinking the exact same thing. He shrugged mentally, baby steps he admonished to himself. He could be patient if marrying and spending the rest of his life with (Y/N) was the goal.

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Spencer Reid Imagine: Sometimes I think that we waste our words and we waste our moments. And we don’t take the time to say the things that are in our hearts when we have the chance.
Warnings: Cute Fluffball Dr Reid can be considered too much.
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It started after Elle got shot in her home, that was the final straw for you. Somebody walked into her house, her space, she wasn’t an agent there, just a person, a person who was supposed to be in her safe space, but instead was shot and nearly died in her front room. How were you supposed to sleep after that? You couldn’t feel safe alone anymore, not after that, you didn’t even feel safe in there for more than five minutes, so, in your desperation, you decided upon something. For the past couple weeks, you had been staying in a hotel, you felt safer there, as if nobody could hurt you here, however, unbeknownst to you Reid lived on the street opposite and had seen you sneaking in and out and was beginning to become concerned; so much so he confronted you one morning.

It was only seven in the morning, however, traffic was always a nightmare and you had to park a couple streets away from the hotel so you set off through the lobby doors, only to feel a hand grip your arm gently. “Every morning I see you leave here” a familiar voice spoke, as you turned you became face to face with Reid. “Every morning” he continued as you both started walking, him only a quarter of a pace behind you. “So I started thinking maybe you were meeting guys here or bringing them back here, but then I never saw you with anyone, ” he paused for a breath, letting you take the opportunity to speak.morning,“ he continued as you both started walking, him only a quarter of a pace behind you. "So I started thinking maybe you were meeting guys here or bringing them back here but then I never saw you with anyone” he paused for a breath letting you take the opportunity to speak.

“I’m sorry what?” you said harshly, “You thought I was bringing guys back here, Spencer you know I’m not like that” your words were easily readable to show you were offended yet he carried on anyway.

“Exactly that’s not like you, so that had me thinking, and I just can’t figure it out. So you need to tell me, why aren’t you going home?” he questioned trying to get ahead to stop you yet you both continued walking.

“Do you want a lift in?” you offered as you both reached the car park. Spencer stopped you finally by grabbing you once again, this time a little rougher.

“If you’ll tell me what’s going on then yeah” you glanced at him for a moment before speaking.

“Just get in the car”

The first few minutes of the drive were silent, mainly because you were trying to figure out how to word it. “Elle” you spoke quietly. “Because of Elle, well no, not because of her Spence, because of what happened to her.” You paused once again as you thought over your words once more. “When Elle got stabbed she was at home, and now, I can’t sleep at night because of this, I cant spend more than five minute alone in my house because I’m so incredibly scared that someone is going to come in and kill me, I’ve started sleeping at a hotel because I don’t feel alone. It got so bad I couldn’t sleep at home so I started sleeping there.” You stopped to let him process your rant, “Just, just don’t tell the others Spence, okay? I don’t need them to know about this.” The car ride from that moment on was filled with silence. Neither of you cold muster up another word. It was as if the heaviness that hung in the air was crushing your lungs preventing words from escaping from your chest.

The day trudged by slowly, many pitfalls occurring yet you still handled them, and just as you were about to leave Spencer stopped you. “Hear me out okay?” he breathed slipping into the empty elevator with you. “I’ll come home with you get some stuff and you can stay with me tonight, I only have one bedroom, but I can sleep on the couch, at least then you can sleep somewhere comfy.” his words were sweet and it was an offer you were too tired to refuse.

By the time you reached Spencer’s apartment it was late, and both of you were just desperate for sleep, once you had changed you saw Spencer setting up the couch for himself. “Hey Spence” you spoke drawing his attention, “I don’t feel right taking the bed, I’ll take the couch it’s okay” you smiled walking over only for him to stop you by placing his hand on your wrist. He seemed a little silenced by your attire, an old, oversized shirt with you underwear on underneath, the shirt covered you well enough without shorts but it was still an adjustment to Spencer.

“Don’t be silly, you need sleep y/n, the bed is yours” he smiled at you softly, a tired look spread across his face.

“Why don’t we share the bed Spence, it’s more than big enough, come on” you offered grasping his hand in yours, his finger immediately tightening around yours.

He hesitated before nodding following behind you into the bedroom, your hand gripped firmly in his only letting go to get under the covers. Silence filled the space for a few moments before Reid gripped your hand pulling you a little closer.

“Can you talk about something please Spence, when you talk, your words make me feel safe” you blushed as Spencer pulled you closer still, so you were almost with your back against his chest.

“Sometimes I think that we waste our words and we waste our moments. And we don’t take the time to say the things that are in our hearts when we have the chance” he stopped himself after the last syllable as he realised he was beginning to ramble.

“Tell me something that’s in your heart then” you whispered feeling Spencer freeze just a little before wrapping his hand that held yours around your waist so that he was completely cuddled into you, you could even work out his breathing pace from the breaths he was leaving on your neck; it was rapid.

“I have, I have some pretty strong feelings for you, they’ve been here for such a long time and, and I don’t really know if I should go for it or not, boy genius, couldn’t ever work out how to talk to a girl” he buried his face into your neck just a little.

“Spence, the feelings are more than mutual,”.