#joey badass smut

[henneseyhoe]

Milk Marie

Unique x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: unprotected seggs(wrap before you tap!), dirty talk, after care, soft(ish)!Unique, pussy whipped!Unique, kinda short, das it(I think)

SUMMARY: Unique figures if he can’t get over her, he’ll get under her instead.

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Girl, I want everything that come with you. Even if you got stretch marks and even two children. I can’t blame you, girl.

It seemed like he always ended back up here. Right here. In this bed. With this woman. Wrapped up in her sheets with his hands touching all the parts only the luckiest of men got the pleasure of even seeing. He swore they were meant to be, and she almost thought so too. He treated her so well, like the beauty she was, and she couldn’t be more grateful.

They had known each other since the sandbox, his mother always offering to watch her while her mother was at work and since that first time they met, they were connected at the hip.

No matter if they fell out and swore to stop fuckin’ with each other, they always ended right back together. No matter how many times she attempted to leave, he’d just find her again.

He hoped by the last time she left he’d be too tired of her bullshit to follow after her, but he was more resilient than he thought, and withdrawals are a muthafucka. Now he knows how the people he serves feel.

That first taste he had of her? It was like a babies first lick of sugar, addiction waiting to happen. The first time he came was like floating in outer space with no destination or desire to be anywhere else. And as ironic as it was, she looked innocent on her knees for him.

Her mouth worked its way down on him until the tip of her nose touched his stomach and her eyes began to water, her throat capturing his entire length. With no problem, she bobbed her head up and down on him, her mouth so sloppy that spit escaped from her lips and trailed down to his balls, making him shudder.

She took her hand and began spreading the spit around his heavy sack, massaging as she felt him throb in her mouth, the taste of precum already being prevalent on her tongue. He occupies his hands and digs his fingers into the couch cushions, knowing that she would stop and he’d be fucked if he reached for her freshly done silk press that was wrapped in a silk scarf, secure for those rough times.

Flashes of white appeared behind his eyes like stars as that familiar pull in the bottom of his stomach appeared once again, a warm sense of feeling covering his body as he came down her throat for the first time in months since he found out where she had been hiding. Which just ended up being her childhood home in the city over.

It took unique all but a mere few seconds to recover before he was pulling her up from her knees and into his strong hold, giving her that kiss of death before he got to doing his own damage. As he stood from the couch with no care about the jeans and belt still around his thighs, their tongues danced together in sync. Unique could taste every bit of both of them on her tongue, but he was never one to fuss about kissing after head if it was with her. He welcomed it if anything.

Tossing her body onto the bed, he takes a second to admire how the room hadn’t changed one bit since she became an adult. A doll house sat in the corner with dolls still inside, a memory of the last time she had played with them. Teddy bears that had eventually fallen off the bed when she was sat. Pink walls with brown, white, and gold for the future. A color pallet reminding him of something else in particular.

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“Nique~” She moaned sweetly, her hands gripping the sheets underneath her as the man above her pushed his hips onto her ass, his piece sinking into her ever so slowly. The stretch was always the same, the thickness of him leaving a burning sensation at her entrance the more he pushed into her, but it only stayed for a few seconds as she adjusted to his size, which was nothing average.

The thrusts were sensual and loving until he leans up off of her and pulls out just a bit further than usual, giving her the room to pull her ass up in the air and put a perfect arch in her back. She began bouncing herself back onto him, gaining speed and momentum as he meets her ass with his hips.

“Oh fuck..” He groans quietly.

His eyes were trained on the motions of her soft skin jiggling with every collide of their bodies. His thrusts only got harder from there, segments of moans falling from the girls lips. He didn’t even have to tell her how wet she was, the squelching sounds erupting from where they connected told her all she needed to know.

Switching the angle of his thrusts, he places one knee onto the bed and leans into her, his hands placed in the middle of her back just to make sure she wouldn’t be able to run from the lethal position. And running, she did not do, couldn’t do because of how he was holding her. Suddenly the bed dipped under them both with the strong force of his thrust making her collapse on her stomach, leaving the girl breathless after calling out to the highest one she worshipped.

“You feel that, baby? I’m in it?” He asks with his breathing unsteady, his balls tightening and her toes curling.

“Yes, Nique!”

She was in shambles trying to keep up with him. She could feel the tip of his dick pressing against her g spot, constantly slamming into it like a button, like he’d get some kind of prize if he pushed it correctly. He fucked her so hard, sweet compliments being the only things that contradicted the rough strokes. She could hear the belt buckle of his pants jingling around his ankles, remembering that they had barely been undressed fully before Unique got impatient and just shoved his pants down and her nightgown up before pushing her to her knees.

As Unique continued on with damn near breaking this girls childhood bed, he thought to himself. This was the pussy that niggas killed for. The type pussy that’d have you bussing back to back without a second thought about a condom. This was the pussy he thought about on those lonely nights when she was mad at him, when he had to take matters into his own hands and desperately jerk himself off, his mouth agape and muscles flexing as he cums all over his stomach to the beautiful thought that was her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She whimpers. At this point she could feel him poking at her stomach and being pressed against the mattress helped nothing. He would probably fuck her through the cushion if he could.

“Uh-huh. Cum on this dick, Princess. Lemme feel you wet this dick up, show me how good I make this pussy feel” He spoke, punching nothing but a thick 9 inch pole into her spine. The man gave her no choice but to scream and give him exactly what he wanted, which was her release.

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Between her thighs were messy and wet, coated with a layer of white cream that was from both of them. Unique gently wiped her down with a wet towel, careful not to swipe over her sensitive clit too fast or harsh.

“Shhh—“ She hissed, her thighs almost closing in on his hand. Unique’s eyes flickered from her core up to her expression. “My bad” He simply apologized before tossing away the dirty rag in a hamper next to the bed. Laying next to her on his back, he sighs. “you gon’ learn to stop running from what you love”

She smiles, turning her head to look at the side of his face, getting a view of that nearly perfect profile. “Who says I love you, Unique?”

He smirks. “I don’t need a second opinion on a fact”

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10. nympho.

The morning breeze glides over their bodies, while they continue to lay in their comfortable slumber.

The slightly open window allows the scent of fresh rain to waft through the room. A couple of drops, soon turn into a light drizzle.

The sound echoes against the brick foundation, pulling Roderick from his sleep. Stretching and twisting his body to awaken his bones, he looks down to see Stevie still fast asleep.

Unable to control it, a smile spreads across his face in remembrance of what took place the night before. His head finds his pillow and his hand finds her back, becoming comfortable again.

She hums and slides up on his chest, burying her head into the crook of his neck. He wraps both arms around her, keeping her as close as possible.

"Good morning, babygirl." She responds by placing butterfly kisses over the deep red love marks that she created.

"Good morning." Her voice comes out small. Rod lets out a soft laugh and turns his head to place a kiss on her flushed cheek.

Stevie lifts her head from his neck, and turns towards the window. She watches the steady rain hit the tops of the trees. The different hues of grey swirl around in the sky and a flash of lighting strikes.

"How long has it been raining?" She now turns her head to face him.

"It was raining when I woke up and I haven't been up that long." She nods and reaches up to play with his beard. He kisses the side of her hand.

"Do you have to work today?" He asks, tightening his velvet durag over his low-cut.

"Yeah, I've had a couple days off, along with the day I requested for my birthday. I don't go in until three, though. What about you?"

"I work late shifts, so I go in at six, like usual." She nods, tracing a scratch on his chest, that's almost an inch long. Also, her doing.

"Does that bother you? I mean, I know you're a man and everything, but... do you get scared?"

"Nah, I keep a gun on me. Ain't nobody stupid enough to try me, anyway."

She leans up from his chest, and the cover falls away from her breasts. His eyes dance across her face and lower onto her mahogany nipples.

The deep, dazed look on his face makes the inside of her thighs heat up. She grabs his hand and cups it over her flesh, releasing a soft moan, just to tease him.

Elevating from the soft pillows, his back slides towards the headboard, while she straddles his lap. His hand slides down to hold her waist, pulling her body closer to his.

The rain starts to pick up outside, causing the air in the room to thicken and mix with the sexual tension.

"You're something else," a soft kiss is placed in between her breasts.

"I didn't even do anything." His hand wraps around her throat, causing her arousal to drip onto him. He places another kiss on her neck.

"You don't even have to, babygirl."

Finally reaching each others' lips, those sparks go off in her head, yet again. She caresses the sides of his face.

Reaching between her legs, she grips his bare length in her hand. His eyes stay glued to her face, while she closes her own and slides down onto him.

"Fuck" her back arches and her hands fall onto his shoulders, holding herself up. He grunts, his gaze never leaving her face.

Her hips move sharply against his own, causing his stomach to tighten. Her mouth drops open, allowing her whimpers to float through the air.

"Shiiitt... just like that." The back of his head lays against the headboard, while Stevie continues to swivel and bounce.

"Unh! You feel so good, baby!"

He tucks his lip in between his teeth, gripping her hip to try and slow her down.

The feeling of his veiny girth rubbing against her slick, tight walls drives them both insane. She tosses her head back.

"Oh fuckkk." She slows down, momentarily. Her heavy breathing sounds throughout the room.

Rod takes it upon himself to grip her hips and begin thrusting his hips upward.

Stevie's mouth falls open, but not a sound escapes.

She wraps her arms around his neck, digging her nails into his skin, trying ever so desperately to form some kind of sentence.

"Like this? Huh?"

Her eyes roll back as a "yes!" floats in the air.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" The strong sensation returns and he drives into her like a madman.

"Oh!" Her back caves in and her thighs tremble. Her orgasm washes over her, and Rod isn't too close behind.

"Fuck, lift up." Ending their connection, he releases on her thigh and stomach. Her hair falls around her, sticking to her sweaty skin.

They slide away from the headboard, completely collapsing on top of each other.

As time carried on, eventually Stevie had to get her day started. She takes a shower at Rod's place and puts back on her clothes from the previous night.

Dropping her back off at home, he kisses her forehead and tells her that he'll call her later. She nods and hesitantly heads into the house, neither of them wanting to part ways.

Behind the front door, her best friend is waiting and ready for every little detail. Stevie chuckles and heads up the stairs with Tyler trailing behind her.

"Alright, so let's hear it." Sitting in her computer chair, she swivels around and waits patiently (read impatiently).

"What if I don't wanna tell you?" She rolls her eyes and pops Stevie on her sore thigh.

"I know yo ass didn't limp all the way in here, to be stingy! Your birthday was two days ago, I will fight you."

"Bit— fine, whatever." Sitting on her bed, she crosses one leg over the other and clears her throat. Dramatic as usual.

"He came and picked me up last night and told me that there was a surprise waiting for me at his place. I already kinda knew what was going on, but I didn't wanna ruin it by asking questions. So, I waited until we got there and girl!"

"What??" She giggles.

"Rose petals covering the steps, candles lit and everything! It was perfect.." she sighs happily, placing her chin in her hand.

"Awwww how sweet! Now, how was the dick?" Her eyes widen.

"Phenomenal! I thought I was dreaming. I mean, of course it hurt a little bit, but after the pain went away, I had the time of my fucking life." She flips her hair over her shoulder, and Tyler shakes her head.

"Watch yo ass become addicted... no pun intended."

She raises an eyebrow. "Shit, I might. I'm sure there's many levels to that dick."

"You're fucking sprung." She starts clapping.

"I was sprung before I had sex with him, this is just a very, very good— wonderful bonus." She fans herself, making Tyler crack up even more.

"I cannot stand you. You legit changed, overnight."

"Oh, I had sex again, before I came back here."

Tyler throws her hands up.

"See, it's already happening! Chocolate daddy is gonna have to put you in time out."

"Girl, please!" She waves her off, gets up and heads towards her dresser to grab her uniform.

"Wow, I feel like you haven't been to work in weeks!"

"Lies. I went to work last week!"

"How many days? Three?"

"Nah, it might've been exactly a whole wee— fuck you, Tyler!" She starts laughing.

"When's the last time you went to work?"

"Yesterday. While your fast ass was getting dicked down!" She smacks her leg again, this time leaving out.

"Ouch! Bitch, that hurt!" Stevie rubs her stinging skin and sits her uniform on her bed, before quickly changing into it.

"And, I know you used my perfume." She comes back into the room.

"What perfume?" She plays stupid and pulls on her jeans.

"Girl, don't play dumb—"

"I ain't playin'." The smug smirk on her face makes Tyler suck her teeth.

"You're annoying."

"I know!"

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I haven't even been here for an hour, and I'm ready to go. It's crazy, cause nobody here is even bothering me. I just... really miss my boyfriend.

Maybe I miss his dick, too.

"Are you alright?" She sighs and nods, not even looking to see who's asking her the question.

"Are you sure?"

She gives the group of teenagers their coffee and turns to her left, finding her new coworker, Rena. She's a sweet girl and all, but she's kinda pushy.

"Yes, I'm okay. I'm just bored."

"Stevie, come here for a second." Claire says, peeking her head out from around the corner.

She gives Rena a smile, before heading in the opposite direction towards Claire.

"What's up?"

Claire stares at her for a second, before smiling widely.

"You had sex, didn't you?"

Stevie squints at her.

"What are yo— how'd you know that?"

She starts laughing.

"You're glowing!" She pokes her cheek. Stevie shoos her hand away and laughs.

"Am I really?"

"Yes! Walking in here, looking like an angel! I mean, you're already freaking gorgeous, but this glow is doing it for you."

"Girl... it was so good." She facepalms, and fake sobs into her wrist.

Claire starts laughing and cheering.

"With a face like that, I'd sure hope so!"

"My best friend thinks I'm gonna get addicted. I say, she's crazy."

"Well, she's not necessarily wrong. I mean, this is the first person that you've ever had sex with, but I don't see becoming addicted is a bad thing. If it's reciprocated, just say y'all love fucking each other." She snorts.

"Stevie, your boyfriend's here." Rena points towards the counter, and as if on cue, he sticks his head out and smiles at her.

"Wow, must be nice." Claire scoffs.

Stevie squeezes past her and heads back towards the counter.

"Hey beautiful." He greets, making her blush, effortlessly.

"Hey handsome. Your girlfriend let you walk outta the house, lookin' that fine?" He licks those lips. Sweet Jesus.

"That, she did. What about you, though?"

"What about me, baby?"

"Ya man know you out here lookin' like an angel? I bet you bat them lashes and get anything you want." His hand brushes over hers, causing her heart to skip a literal beat."

"If y'all don't get a room!" Claire laughs and sends her through the door, so that she's face to face with him.

"It's slow in here, anyway. You're fine."

Stevie hears that and pulls Rod outside.

The summer sun hits her arms and face. He wraps his arm around her and they head towards his Jeep.

"Where we goin?" She asks.

He smirks and opens the back door, low key tossing her inside.

"Are there cameras behind the building?"

She tucks her lips in and shakes her head. He laughs at her expression and hops in the front seat.

Pulling out of the parking space, he rounds the back, which happens to be vacant. Hopping out the front seat, he pulls his shirt over his head and opens her door.

Sliding in beside her, he closes the door behind himself. She crawls into his lap.

"This what you came to see me for, huh?"

"Hey, you're the one that pulled me outside. How you know I ain't just wanna grab a cup of coffee and chill withchu?"

She playfully rolls her eyes.

"Cause for one, you're a terrible liar and two, you've been playing with the hem of my shirt, since we came outside."

"Take it off, then." His voice drops down an octave, sending a shock through her. She pulls the shirt over her head and tosses it in the front seat.

"I wanna try sumn," he moves her from his lap to his side, "get on your knees."

She raises herself up and faces the window.

Feeling him hover over her, popping the button on her jeans. Instead of pulling them down, he slides his hand into her panties.

She sucks in a breath, feeling his fingers massage her folds.

"You been thinkin' bout this dick all day, huh?" Swiping her hair away from her neck, his soft lips meet her skin, earning a sweet moan.

"Huh? You wet as hell, babygirl." Sliding a finger inside, her head lolls forward, a hand latching onto his arm.

"Fuck..." removing his hand, her jeans and panties pool at the fold of her legs. She felt his dick slide between her lower lips, making her even wetter.

She reaches back and grips his hip, trying to push him inside of her. He grips her arm and holds it behind her back.

"Uh uh, you gotta tell me what you want." His lips brush against her ear and neck.

"Fuck me."

Without hesitation, he glides into her and delivers those strokes she'd been dying to feel, making her dig her nails into the seat.

"Fuuuck... you wrap round that dick so good."

"Unh! Just like..... just like that," she feels her juices slide down her leg, as she grips the edge of the seat.

"That feels so good, baby!"

"This whatchu been waitin' on, huh?"

She nods frantically, unable to stop her moans as she starts to clench around him.

"Huh? Tell me." His free hand wraps around her neck, tightly.

"Yes,yes,yes!" She cries out, her spot being hit too precisely.

"You gon cum on this dick, baby?"

"Shit... yes! I'm gonna cum!"

He growls into her ear, continuously pounding into her.

"Keep fucking me, baby.... I'm so c-close!" She squeezes her eyes shut and rolls her hips the best she can against his heavy strokes.

"Fuck— ima cum, babygirl." He grunts.

“Ooh shit,” her orgasm rattles through, causing her body to jerk. 

"Ugh, god dammit." His hand closes around her throat and she feels him swell inside her, filling her before he can properly think about it, this time.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he pleads, kissing the middle of her back.

“It's okay,” she breathes.

He pulls away and helps her fix her clothes. She sits back on his lap and kisses him.

His free hand caresses her neck, while his lips find hers again. He moans against her lips.

"Mm, don't do that." She pulls away from him and reaches for her shirt. He dips down and kisses her stomach.

"I wish I didn't have to go." He frowns.

She pulls her shirt back on and pulls her hair up into a ponytail.

"Me too. Just imagine if my boss wasn't cool, I'd definitely be fired by now." He laughs.

"What time do you get off?"

"Nine fifteen, at the latest. What about you?"

"Ten. You wanna do a late movie date? I can come pick you up and we can go back to my place or I can come to yours, we can order pizza or Chinese and watch all those aggravating ass movies you like." He says, making her giggle.

"Alright, let's do it at your place. Tyler knows no boundaries." She opens the door and hops out, heading towards the passenger seat.

He gets back in the front seat and drives back around to the front of the building, both of them hopping out.

"I definitely need a coffee, now." He holds the door open for her and smacks her ass, as she heads inside.

Stevie catches sight of an older white woman turning her nose up at them.

"Mind your business." She says, making her quickly turn her head.

Rod chuckles and kisses her forehead, before she heads back through the door, grabbing her apron off the hook and begins making his coffee.

"Can you add an extra chocolate drizzle in there for me, babygirl?" She looks back and sees his lips twisted into that smirk that makes her knees weak.

She nods, quickly turning back before her blush gives her away as she makes the coffee, soon handing it off.

He slides a twenty her way. "Put this in your tip jar."

She folds the twenty and slips it inside her purple mason jar, sliding his card and handing it back to him.

"Thank you, babe." He winks at her and grabs a straw and his receipt.

"Of course."

"You make the best coffee, I swear."

She twirls the end of her ponytail. "You're too sweet."

He puts the straw back between his lips, humming to himself.

"This tastes almost as sweet as you."

 She shakes her head and pulls her hand out of his grasp.

"Shut up,"

"Nah I'm playin', cause nothing can compare to the sugar bowl you got between ya legs, girl." She closes her eyes for a brief second, before pushing him away from the counter.

He starts laughing. "You kickin' me out, now?"

"Yep, cause you tryna get me started. Again."

"I ain't even—"

"Bye!” She puts extra emphasis on the end of the word. He blinks, dramatically.

"Aight, babygirl. I'll see you later."

"Gimme kiss." She leans on the counter with her lips poked out. He leans down and presses a couple pecks on them, making her pout.

"Don't pout." He grabs his coffee and heads out the door, into the light rain.

She sighs and looks around at the handful of customers. Alana slides up beside her, she looks over at her and smiles.

"How long have you been here?" She asks, an identical smile on her own face.

She stares ahead at the clock on the wall. It reads 5:04 p.m.

"A little before three. What about you?"

"I just got in a couple minutes, ago. Just in time to see the love fest!" She pokes her hip.

"Ugh, cut it out!"

"You love him!" A smile breaks out, before she can stop it.

She gasps. "You do?!"

She holds her index finger to her lips, quieting her coworker down.

"I— I don't know.... I just think it's infatuation, at the moment."

"Well, why is that?"

"Well, we've only been together for a month. We just started having sex, and I feel like our main focus is on that subject, at the moment. I'm not saying that me loving him and vice versa isn't possible, but we're just being semi-irresponsible adults, right now."

She nods. "You didn't think any of this was gonna happen, did you?"

"Not at all. I mean, we just bumped into each other— literally, and ever since then, we've been tied to each other's hip."

"I wish that'd happen to me, man. You've got that... spontaneous love. It came outta the blue and it's so cute!" 

Claire smacks Stevie's butt and joins in on the conversation.

"I know right! I want them to get married and have babies, already!"

She gives her boss a strange look.

"Woah. I don't know about all of that. I haven't even met his mom…marriage and babies? We haven't even said I love you yet. Y'all have got to chill."

They start laughing.

"We're just playin' girl!"

She side-eyes them, before turning back towards the wide windows. The rain is coming down a little bit harder now.

"Yeah... okay."

"So Claire," Alana starts, "how's that girlfriend of yours doing?"

Stevie's eyes widen and she turns back around.

"Wait... you have a girlfriend?"

She nods, twirling a curl around her finger.

"Yeah, we've been together for about six months."

"Wow, I had no idea."

"You didn't ask, sweet cakes."

"Well... I don't like asking people about their personal life. It seems intrusive. I take what you tell me, ya know?"

"Well, it can be... but, it's you, so I woulda told you." She rubs the side of her shoulder.

"Alright. So... what's her name?"

"Bianca," she gets this dreamy look in her eyes, "she's five feet and eight inches of chocolate goodness. Thick in all the ways. Sweet as taffy. I swear I love her." She smiles.

"Awww, how cute!" Stevie smirks.

"She reminds me of your boyfriend. From what I've witnessed, he's dangerously smooth. Am I right?"

"Girl... he gets on my nerves with his smooth ass." She giggles.

"Bianca's the same way! It's sickening, cause I always end up doing what she wants me to do."

"Oh, girl. I understand. Trust me.” Stevie stresses.

A bolt of lightning strikes, followed by a boom of thunder, making them jump and a baby starts crying.

She looks over and sees a couple by the window. The mom is comforting the tiny baby, while the dad sips his coffee.

"Yeah, I think it's a no on kids."

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"Boy, fuck you." She stuffs a fistful of Cheetos in her mouth. Rod side-eyes her, before finishing off his third slice of pizza.

"I think we've done enough of that, for one day."

She scoffs a laugh and turns her attention back to the movie he picked out; Friday.

"Damn. Ain't nothin' in this house. Every time I come in the kitchen, you in the kitchen. In the goddamn refrigerator, eatin' all the food— all the chicken, all the pig feet, all the collard greens, all the hog maws. I wanna eat some chitlins. I like pig feet!"

"You should feel very lucky."

"Why is that?"

"I took a nap as soon as I got home, just to stay up with you, tonight."

"You coulda fell asleep on my couch, I wouldn't have cared. I just wanted you with me."

She grabs another slice of pizza from the box, beginning to pick the pepperonis off.

"Yeah, but that's not the point. I wanted to be awake."

"We could've rescheduled, babe. It's not that big of a deal." She sighs, deciding to leave well enough alone.

She grabs the cup of ranch and dips her pizza into it. Smokey's currently getting verbally abused by Debo, and she's enjoying every minute of it.

"A fucking nut."

"Is what you need." He says, playfully.

Her lips part slightly, trying to decide whether to say something or just ignore him.

She goes with the latter.

Stuffing another handful of Cheetos in her mouth, she repositions herself on the midnight blue couch pillows.

He lets out a laugh, before pulling at the bottom of her sweats. Instead of getting dolled up, her exhaustion forced her to pull on an old Prince T-shirt and her gray sweats. Her hair is also up in a bun, sloppily on top of her head.

To him, however, she's never looked so beautiful.

"C'mere," he lowly speaks, tugging again as she side-eyes him, before sliding the pizza box up some and crawling into his lap.

Instead of turning their movie date into something that'll for sure deplete the rest of her energy, Rod drapes his arms across her waist and places his head into her neck.

"You tired?" He asks.

She shakes her head, sinking down in his hold.

"Just real comfy."

Reaching up to close the pizza boxes, he shifts until he finds a comfortable spot on the heap of pillows.

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Jolting out of sleep a few hours later, Stevie lets out a quick, harsh breath. Her heart's beating like an African drum and tears stain her face.

This is the first bad dream that she's had, in regards to John and whatever actually happened to him.

Wiping her face, a hand starts rubbing circles into her back. She jumps again, darting her eyes towards a groggy Rod.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

Shaking her head, she looks around and realizes that they're in his bedroom now.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Letting out a breath, she watches him sit up and scoot closer to her. She lays her head on his shoulder.

"Bad dream." Is all she says. She can't bring herself to explain it to him, and he just wraps an arm around her, placing those sweet kisses on her forehead.

"Was it about ol boy?"

"Yeah.... I don't wanna talk about it. It's okay."

"Are you sure?" Wiping away another set of salty tears, she assures him.

An uneasy feeling washes over him, watching her slide from underneath the covers and down the hall to the bathroom.

He lets out a sigh, rubbing his hand down his face. Internally frustrated is a good way to put how he's feeling, at the moment.

Stevie pats a small wad of tissue underneath her swollen eyelids.

"Ugh," tossing it into the small teal trash can, she pulls the elastic band from her hair and redoes her bun.

"Stevie," his voice is heard before his face is seen, leaning against the doorframe. Her gaze shifts to his, watching his brows furrow.

"Talk to me." She lets out a sigh, turning to face him.

"It's fine."

"You're in here crying. Just talk to me. Please." He walks inside and stands beside her.

"I don't know what it is, truthfully. I just saw him— those eyes, those devil eyes and then I saw you gut him like a fish, basically... not that he doesn't deserve it, cause if anybody! But..." playing with the light purple polish on her nails, she tries to gather her thoughts.

"But?" He asks.

"I just don't know what you're capable of... in that mode or mindset, I guess? It just scares me a little bit."

"You're scared of me?"

She looks at him now, shaking her head.

"No, baby. I'm just saying, when it comes to.. doing what you gotta do, how far do you go?" His shoulders slouch.

"Stevie,"

"Come on, I know that I said I didn't wanna know, but I changed my mind."

Letting out another long sigh, he hops up on the counter.

"Aight. You want the long, detailed version? Or do you want the short version?"

"Detailed. I wanna know everything."

"Okay. After I left, I had my boy run his information through the system and we pulled up on him."

"Who's your boy?"

"Josh."

"Y'all close?"

His lips curl into a crooked smirk.

"He's like my mother's kid."

She hums and he continues. "We got there just in time, like I told you. He had just tucked that gun in the back of his pants, when Josh knocked him out." She moves to stand in front of him.

"...then, what happened?"

"Why do you wanna know, all of a sudden?"

"So, my mind can be at ease."

"It's definitely gonna do the opposite.”

"Just finish the story."

"Aight, fine. We drove out to one of those abandoned buildings— well, it's pretty hallowed out. Uh... I beat his ass, talked my shit and then I shot him." Shrugging his shoulders, he stares at her.

Her eyes hold no emotion.

"Say something."

It's her turn to shrug. "Well... I asked. I don't wanna know anything else, cause I'm sure my imagination has already made up enough scenarios on how that shit ended."

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that. He had it coming." She throws her arms around his neck, going in for a kiss or two.

"Your mind’s at ease, now?"

"Nah."

He starts laughing.

"I told you!"

"It doesn't matter."

He kisses her again, pulling her out of the bathroom and back into his room.

Going back to sleep wasn't easy, but it's not like she was really that tired anymore. Her mind was all over the place, about nothing in particular.

She wakes up for a second time and stares at the clock, which reads 8:45 a.m.

She rolls over and reaches out for Rod, only to hit the mattress. Slowly climbing outta bed, she steps out into the hallway.

She leans over the banister, making out his voice and a deep, feminine one.

Should I stay up here? Should I go down there?

Glancing down at her attire, she scurries back in the room and pulls her sweats back on.

Walking down the stairs, she found that the cushions were placed back on the couch and the pizza boxes and red plastic cups were nowhere to be found.

"Hm,"

Heading deeper into the living room, she sees a woman leaning on the doorframe that leads to Rod's spacious kitchen.

"Well, she must be quite the girl." As soon as she finishes her sentence, she looks in Stevie's direction.

"Oh, uh..." She stumbles, as Rod steps out of the kitchen.

Taking another look at the woman beside him, she realizes that she's the same woman in that picture. His mom.

"Hey, babe," his hand grabs hers, pulling her closer to them. She smiles, nervously.

"Sorry. I didn't know where you were and," he cuts her off with a kiss on the forehead. His mom smiles.

"It's cool, don't worry about it." He looks in his mom's direction and back, "uh, I didn't think y'all would be meeting so soon, but this is my mom. Ma, this is my girlfriend, Stevie."

On instinct, Stevie holds her hand out for his mom to take, but she had other plans.

Softly pushing her hand away, she pulls Stevie into a warm hug that only a mother could give.

"It's so good to finally meet you, Stevie." Relaxing in her embrace, Stevie starts giggling. "You can call me Viv."

"It's so good to meet you, too, Viv." She steps back and shifts her weight, awkwardly. "I know this isn't the greatest impress—"

"Uh uh," she waves her hand, "we're all grown here. You don't owe me any type of explanation, dear." She flashes a smile, similar to the one that Rod possesses.

A small smirk plays on his lips, watching them interact.

"We were actually talking about you." Stevie's cheeks flush red. Rod starts laughing, while grabbing her hand to pull her towards the kitchen.

"Good things, I hope." Sitting on the stools around the island, he smiles at her.

"Of course! It seems like you're the perfect angel. That's always good to hear, ya know." Viv says.

"Well, I've heard the sweetest things about you, too. He talks about you, all the time."

Viv reaches up to touch Rod's cheek, causing the heat to spread across his face like a wildfire.

"I haven't ever heard him gush about a girl this much." Stevie's face turns red as well. She looks over to see him already looking at her.

"Well," she tears her eyes away from him and repositions herself in her seat, "he's my first boyfriend, so I can definitely say the same."

"Oh, how precious is that!"

She pulls an envelope out of her purse and sits it in front of Rod. "I originally came to bring this to you. Open it later, okay?" His brows furrow, but he nods.

"Alright," she turns back to Stevie, "it was a pleasure to meet you, sweetheart. I hope to see you again."

“I hope so, too!” She smiles.

"You will." Rod states matter-of-factly.

His mom lets out a pleased laugh, before rising up from her seat. He leans towards Stevie and kisses her forehead.

"I'll be right back." She nods, beginning to play with her chipped nail polish. The smile’s still partially evident from her side profile, while he heads towards the door behind his mom.

"Keep the beautiful smile on the girls' face. She seems like she really likes you." Rod smiles to himself.

"I really like her, too." She gives him a knowing look, before opening the door.

"Ma," he drags out. "We've been together for like two months. That just started and I was already head over heels for her. I promise."

"Mhm. I knew it."

He lets out a boisterous laugh, heavily laying his hand on her shoulder. She watches as his shoulders bounce.

"It's time to go, now. You're a mess." She waves him off and places a kiss on his forehead.

"Alright, I'll get out of your hair. I love you."

"I love you, more." She descends down the stairs and gets into her red Honda Civic. He watches her back out of the driveway and disappear down the street.

Closing and locking the door behind him, he walks back into the kitchen to find Stevie eating some strawberries.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he places kisses on the left side of her face and neck.

"Your mom is sweet."

"Just as sweet as you and these strawberries." A smile finds its way into her face. She turns around in his hold, holding the strawberry up to his mouth.

Biting a big portion of the succulent fruit, the juice runs down the side of his mouth. She innocently leans forward and licks it away.

He stares down at her, with a raised eyebrow. "Whatchu tryna do in this kitchen, girl?"

She lets out a giggle, throwing her hands up. "I—nothing! I was just helping you out. That's it."

"Mm. That's it, huh?" She nods, backing away from him. He follows, reaching out for her hand.

Her laughter fills his ears, as he wraps her back up in his hold.

"What do you want to do today?" They walk back into the living, plopping down on the gray couch, right in front of the tv.

"Hm... let's go to the park." Her childlike expression makes him laugh.

"Aight, babe. When do you wanna go?" She glances at the digital clock underneath the tv.

"Hm, like around one or so? Sounds good?" She looks up at him, watching as he nods, looking down at her.

"So, what do you wanna do in the meantime?" She gives him a look, before getting off his lap.

"I got something in mind."

༺═──────────────────────────────═༻

Strolling through Central Park, hand in hand, Rod listens to her talk about her childhood.

"My dad and I used to come here, all the time." She stares at the tulips on other side of the park. "He used to pick the yellow tulips out for me. I don't even like yellow, but I didn't have the heart to tell him."

"Aw, that's cute. I used to come here, a lot, too. Before things kinda went outta control." She watches his shoulders slouch.

"What do you mean?"

"Eh, my parents have never been fond of each other. But, when I was like eleven, my mom and I came to the park one day and my dad called. I don't know what the conversation was about, but it made my mom so upset that she threatened to kill him if he ever came around me." He twists his lips up and shrugs.

"I'm sorry, baby."

"It's cool. I've only seen ‘em once, to my recollection, so I ain't really trippin. I just wanted my mom to be happy."

She smiles, "well, you're her world. Of course she's happy."

"She's mine, too."

"That's totally obvious! You look just so much like her, it's crazy."

"I get that, every time I got back home." He looks over at her, watching her push her hair behind her ear. "You look like your mom, too."

She makes a face, but straightens it. "As long as I don't act like her." He chuckles.

"Parents can screw a kid up, huh?"

"No doubt. I've got a question though.”

“Mhm?”

“Is the house a hand-me-down, too?”

“Kinda, yeah. Ma works in real estate. She got in real good with her last clients and ended up getting a big bonus, right? So she was able to find a nicer place for herself, closer to where her office is. Since I've only got a year left in college, she went ahead and set me up so I wouldn't have to pay rent for an apartment and pay for my classes.”

“Ohh, okay. That makes lots of sense. My parents did the same for Tyler and I.”

“They're not all bad, huh?” He nudges her.

“Yeah, they're alright when they wanna be. We're actually getting back on okay terms, so I'll hold my breath a little.” She laughs, as they continue down the path.

“Look, there's some pink tulips. You like pink?” He asks, stopping in front of them.

“Sometimes,” she shrugs, holding his arm a bit tighter.

He plucks a couple, turning to her with a grin. “Flowers for my flower.”

“Aw,” she takes them, “you're so corny!”

“Is that why you're blushing?”

“Yeah,” she sighs, both of them falling into a fit of laughter.

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[wakandas-vibranium]

Swingin’

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader x Tess Servopoulos

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, smutty smut, threesome, unprotected p in v sex, oral(f receiving), slight teeth kink, praise kink, size kink

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: Reader swings both ways and finally gets Joel and Tess where she wants them.

A/N: Just felt like writing something for my fellow bisexual babes! Please like, comment, and reblog!

You've known for quite some time that you had a crush on both Joel and Tess. You were attracted to them despite the fact that they were so intimidating. You hadn't been in the QZ long when you started hearing whispers about Joel and Tess, two badass motherfuckers who didn't fuck around. You had no choice but to meet them, being the rebellious little shit you were. They had a hushed air of danger about them that made your nipples hard if you thought about it too long late at night. To your surprise, they both took a liking to you. Before you knew it, you were a member of their ragged team, backing them in making runs outside of the QZ.

The three of you had a contact, Joey, who lived in Springfield. He paid you all to smuggle his weapons into the QZ. He paid well and could be trusted, Joel and Tess guaranteed you the first time you smuggled with them, and that was good enough for you. It was about a week’s journey there and back. 

The three of you were headed back to Boston and decided to rest in one of the abandoned houses you’d spotted on the way there. It was the most decent house in the neighborhood. The smell was bearable. There was a couch and a mattress in pretty good shape. 

“Who’s taking first watch?” Tess asked.

Before you could say ‘not it’ Joel spoke up.

“I got it,” Joel said as he waved you both off to the bedroom, “You ladies try and get some sleep.” 

“Night Joel.”

“Night.” 

You followed Tess down the hall into the bedroom. She sat on the mattress, and you unrolled your sleeping bag, pausing as you felt her gaze on you and heard her scoff quietly. 

“You alright?” you asked. 

“Come over here,” Tess called.

“Huh?” you replied, unsure of what she was asking.

“You’ve been eyefuckin’ me and Joel all day,” she said, smirking at the small gasp of surprise you made, “How about you come do it for real.” 

You pinched the loose skin around your elbow to ensure you were awake. You had one too many naughty dreams that started out something like this. You slowly inched your way over to the mattress, sitting down next to her. 

Fuck, her intense gaze was making you nervous. 

“You want me and Joel to fuck you, right?”

“You have no idea,” you replied, moaning softly as Tess spread her legs. 

“What do you want right now?” she asked, gazing into your eyes. 

“I want to eat your pussy,” you admitted, unable to hide the desire in your eyes. 

“I want that too,” she said with a small smile. 

Tess leaned in close and gently brushed her lips against yours, playfully teasing. You cupped her face with your hand as she ran her tongue slowly along your lower lip, seeking permission. You opened to her and kissed her back immediately, the kiss swiftly becoming passionate as your lips moved together. The kiss was electric, everything you'd dreamed for and more. 

You moved your hand down her neck, interrupting your kiss to help her in lifting her shirt over her head. You grasped her breast through her bra and worked your way down her torso until you reached the top of her jeans. You unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, sliding your hands in her pants and locating her clit. It felt soft and warm against the pads of your fingers.

“Make me cum,” she whispered against your lips. 

You started rubbing small circles into her clit, relishing the dulcet sounds that emerged from her lips. For a brief moment, you wondered what Joel was doing back in front of the house. If he saw you two, would he watch for a bit before joining? You wanted him too. Carnally. 

Tess panted against your lips as her orgasm approached. You kissed her deeply as you applied more pressure against the bundle of nerves. 

There were so many things you wanted to do to Joel and Tess, and so many things you wanted to do with Joel and Tess. You fantasized about riding Tess's face while simultaneously choking on Joel's cock. It was definitely something you had to do before dying.

“Cum for me, Tess,” you purred against her lips, rubbing her clit in tighter circles.

You were surprised by how vocal Tess was when she came. She let out a loud shout, and her thighs trembled slightly. Joel definitely heard her moans, and the fact that she didn't give a single fuck about it had you throbbing in your panties.

“Fuck Tess,” you mumbled in between kisses, “You’re so pretty when you cum.” 

You trailed your finger down her slit, gathering more wetness, before taking your hand out of her jeans and bringing it to your lips for a taste.

“Well I’ll be…” Joel blurted as he entered the room with a small grin on his face, shoes and socks already off. “Y’all weren’t gonna invite me to the party?” 

“Of course we were,” you motioned for him to come closer. Tess shot up from the mattress, pulling you up with her. 

"I want to cum on Y/N's tongue," Tess announced as she began to remove the rest of her clothes. 

“And I want Y/N to cum on my cock," Joel added as he yanked his shirt over his head and stepped out of his jeans and boxers. 

“And I've wanted you both for months now," you admitted as you followed their lead, stripping butt ass naked. "So everybody gets what they want."

The three of you ogled each other once everyone was completely naked. When you caught a glimpse of Joel's cock, your thighs clenched involuntarily. He was huge.

Tess followed your glance and grinned before saying, "Oh, you can take it."

You shot her a bird, and she and Joel chuckled, shaking their heads fondly at you. Tess leaned back onto the mattress, and you followed her, kissing her lips once before moving down her neck to lick at her pink nipples. Joel just stroked his cock while he watched the two of you.

You knelt, presenting your ass to Joel and positioning yourself directly in front of Tess's cunt. Joel leaned forward to kiss both your asscheeks before smacking them. Of course, he was an ass man, you thought, amused. 

You hooked your hands beneath Tess’s knees, lifting them and pulling her closer till her dripping cunt was closer to your face. You groaned softly, transfixed by the glistening pink folds in front of you. Tess had such a pretty little pussy. You couldn’t wait to bury your face in it. Her juniper-colored eyes sparkled with anticipation.

You rested your hand on her pelvic bone and thumbed her clit tenderly, letting her smooth, dewy hairs caress the inside of your palm. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tossed her head back in delight.

Joel kneeled behind you, smacking your asscheek as he admired your pretty pussy, "So goddamn wet for me, baby." 

You were so turned on and nervous that you couldn't decide who to focus on. You were feeling a little overwhelmed. You'd had a couple of threesomes in the past, but never with people you liked this much. This was Joel and Tess, for fuck's sake. 

You didn't want to screw this up. 

You couldn't. 

Joel sucked on two of his fingers before pushing them inside you, getting you ready to take his impressive cock. You let out a soft moan and arched your back. His fingers felt so good inside of you. 

Once you were used to his fingers, you shifted your focus back to Tess, leaning closer to her juicy pink cunt. Tess shuddered under your touch, a tiny squeak of pleasure slipping from her lips as you replaced your thumb with your mouth, clamping your lips over the bundle of nerves and sucking with hard tugs.

You pulled back some, saying, "Fuck, I knew you'd taste good, baby," pushing a finger inside of her before teasing her clit, flicking it left to right with the tip of your tongue. Tess's eyelids fluttered open, and she leaned back on her palms, moaning loudly as she watched you bury your face between her smooth thighs with heated eyes.

“Just like that, baby,” she encouraged, hands moving to the back of your head so she could grind her pussy against your face. You moaned against her as Joel tapped his cock against your entrance, teasing you with small prods. 

“Goddamnit Joel,” you mumbled as he continued to tease your drenched hole. 

You had an inkling that Joel would be more of a teaser, and it was bittersweet to know that you were right. You didn't want to be teased right now. You wanted a nice pounding, and maybe for him to make fun of how wet you were for him a bit. You'd waited long enough for this day to come.

“Shit,” Joel hissed lowly as he finally pushed the head of his cock inside of you, “Such a tight little pussy.”

You sucked in a deep breath, wincing a little at the intrusion. It'd been a while since you'd had a cock in you, let alone one as massive as Joel's.

“He’s pretty big, huh?” Tess laughed through a moan, smirking at the face you made as you tried to adjust to the overwhelming feeling of Joel’s fat cock stretching you open. 

“Fuck you,” you giggled softly as you nipped at her thigh in retaliation. She just moaned and fell back on her back against the mattress. Tess was into biting, you thought. You definitely made a mental note of that to come back to later. You dipped a second finger into her entrance and stretched her open, allowing your tongue to slide in and lap at her folds. 

He rolled his hips a few times, carefully pulling out, before pushing all the way to the hilt in one swift move, causing you both to let out a loud groan. He set an impeccable pace, deep and slow. His cock was so massive it didn’t matter how he fucked you just as long as he did. 

“Oh my fuckin’ god,” you whimpered as Joel thrusted faster inside you, hard and deep. Not too fast as he didn’t want to interfere with the substantial head you were giving Tess, but just enough to loosen the tight coil that sat deep inside your belly. It wasn’t going to take you long to cum. Not with how perfect Joel was fucking you and not with the sexy noises slipping past Tess’ lips. 

You’d pinch yourself if your hands were free. You couldn’t believe you were fucking Joel and Tess. At the same time. You’d been daydreaming about this for months.

“Y/N,” Joel and Tess groaned in unison, voices dripping with arousal. Them calling your name like that drove you mad and only made your clit throb harder. 

“Fuuuck!” You cursed, letting out a muffled whine as Joel brushed over that delicious spot deep inside of you. 

Tess tightened around your fingers as her thighs shook wildly. Her head thrashed from side to side against the mattress, moans growing louder as her climax approached swiftly. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Tess whined as she pushed your head closer, grinding down even harder on your face. Goddamn she looked breathtaking. Unapologetically taking whatever she wanted from you. 

“Mmhmm, I can feel it,” you grumbled against her sensitive clit, thrusting your fingers faster and applying more pressure, hooking them upward the deeper you got, “Cum for me, Tess.”

Tess came with a loud shout, her back arching off the mattress, legs trembling, and fingers tight against the back of your hair. Your tongue lapped at the fresh rush of sweet wetness. She tasted so fucking sweet, like nectar.

“So. Fuckin’. Sexy.” Joel growled as his lust filled eyes bore into Tess’. He smacked your asscheek before his grip on your waist tightened like a vice, “You’re next.” 

“Jo— Joel,” you mumbled in between pants. He was hammering into you with all he had, chasing his own orgasm along with yours, “I’m cu—” 

“—I know, baby,” he chuckled softly as your thighs began to shake and you clenched around him so tightly, “Be a good girl and cum with me.”

You weren't sure if it was his praising words or his fat cock, but you came almost instantly. A staggering overflow of ecstasy washed over your entire body, causing you to cry out and shake violently, hot tears stinging your eyes. You sank your teeth into the meat of Tess’s thigh and she came again, surprising you both.

Joel came so hard that he had a hunch in his back. He panted harshly as he stroked his cock, covering your asscheeks with warm ropes of his cum, and his knees finally gave out, causing him to fall on top of you, pushing you down on top of Tess.

Tess didn't even complain about the additional weight on top of her. She was too blissed out to give a damn. All three of you were basking in a warm state of euphoria. Your shoulders shook as you erupted into a fit of giggles. Tess soon followed, and then Joel started to chuckle.

Yeah, you thought to yourself. This was definitely going to be happening again. And again and again. 

And again.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Writing Challenge! (1)

So, I finally decided to start a writing challenge, it’s actually my first time creating one of these so bare with me please! Read ALL of the rules before entering. (These prompts are NOT for requesting my own fics, but may appear on several prompt lists in the future!)

Let’s start with how to enter:

Send me up to 3 characters and up to 3 prompts (DMs or askbox, MUST be off anon)

Put your most desired options first

Tell me if you’d like to use one prompt or two

Your url and the character you choose will be added next to the prompt(s) you chose

If you post early, you’re welcome to enter again!*

*you’ll only be able to have one entry at a time, you have to post your first one before re-entering

Post whenever you’re done! Don’t forget to tag me (@moonlit-imagines) , if I don’t interact within 24 hours, shoot me a message to make sure I’ve seen it!

They’ll be reblogged to @moonlit-ficrecs with my feedback!

Now to the rules:

First come, first serve!

Only write for characters from my fandom list (if you don’t see the one you want listed, you might still be able to use that one. just ask!)

Reader insert only, please!

Any POV (1st, 2nd, 3rd person)

Any type of fic, whether it be a gif imagine, one-shot, headcanon, whatever fits!

3 people per character

3 people per prompt

^None of your prompts can match someone elses with the same character

You can’t use the same character when you re-enter

Fluff, angst, familial/platonic, smut, AUs, etc. are all welcome!

There’s no set word count, do as much as your comfortable with!

Signups start: September 28, 2020

Signups end: October 9, 2020

Fics due: November 1, 2020 (or sooner!)

Prompts below!

(Note that if you feel the need, you can alter the prompt slightly for the correct pronouns, add names/nicknames, change it the past/present/future tense, or fix it so it fits a character’s accent!)

“You thought you could get away with this?” - (@emcon-imagines//Wanda Maximoff)

“I won’t let them hurt you.”

“Call me when you get home.” - (@unnuevosoltransformalarealidad//Tony Stark)

“Are you even trying?” - (@imaginesbymk//Edward Nygma)

“Can we get something to eat?” - (@writerdream22//Joey Tribbiani)

“Give me a kiss, please and thank you. I’m serious.” - (@alwritey-aphrodite//Diego Hargreeves) EXT.

“That’s my s/o. I would die without them.”

“Look at/talk to them that way one more time and I’ll break your nose.” - (@frostedimagines//Peter Parker)

“We’ll make it out of this, I promise.”

“I made you breakfast in bed!”

“Please come pick me up.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Can we go out tonight?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“You know where to find me.”

“If it’s meant to be, it’ll be.”

“Oh, my god. That’s sick.”

“I’m begging you not to do this! Please don’t do it!”

“It’s late...we should probably head back.”

“Is that blood on your sweatshirt?”

“Do you love me? I have to know.” - (@locke-writes//Arthur Curry) EXT.

“Say ‘cheese!’”

“Are you done yet?”

“Let’s take a walk. Just you and me.” - (@myriadimagines//Robin Buckley)

“Don’t sit there and apologize like you mean it. We both know you’re full of it.” - (@ofthedewthesunlight//Peter Parker)

“Keep it down, they’re sleeping.”

“We really are the worst, aren’t we?”

“Can we pretend like that didn’t just happen?”

“I like you, alright? Is that such a crime?” - (@isaiahdurag//John Shelby) EXT.

“You make me crazy.”

“I can’t keep running from my problems and neither should you.”

“You seem happy, what’s up?”

“Cry me a goddamn river.” - (@ofthedewthesunlight//Peter Parker)

“Where did they go?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, they’re gone.”

“I could paint/photograph you, if you’d like.”

“Look me in the eye and say it! Say it!”

“We aren’t made for each other, you know that.” - (@thereagles//Betty Cooper)

“Lay with me. Just for a minute.” - (@dannyboy-writes//Thomas Shelby)

“Does that feel good?”

“Dude, if you say that one more time, I’m going to give you a black eye.”

“Remember what I told you: crotch, ribs, nose. In that order.” - (@frostedimagines//Peter Parker)

“What’s that noise?” - (@dannyboy-writes//Octavia Blake)

“Make it stop.”

“You’re the one I’ve heard so much about!”

“Bring it in, you need a hug.”

“Nobody talks to you that way, got it?” - (@unnuevosoltransformalarealidad//Tony Stark)

“I like your poster. Interesting pick.”

“No, I did not get any sleep last night.” - (@dannyboy-writes//Raven Reyes)

“That’s absolutely none of your business.”

“I’m hanging up now, goodbye.”

“You are the most perfect person on this planet, I swear.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Look at what I just posted.”

“You have got to listen to this song, it reminds me of you.”

“Dear, God! What have you done?”

“We make a pretty good pair, you and me. We should try this more often.”

“I know this isn’t your dream or anything, to end up with someone like me, but I hope you know that I’ll love you more than anybody else could.”

“I’m not one for sweet, sweet romance, so I’ll be getting straight to the point: will you go out with me?”

“I don’t know who you are anymore. You need to leave. Now.”

“You’re what’s getting in the way of my happiness.”

“I don’t believe for a second that we’re not meant to be together.” - (@thereagles//Diego Hargreeves)

“Where did you learn to do that? Can you teach me?”

“I’m sorry that I hurt you, but I’m begging you to forgive me.”

“Don’t you see? It’ll never be that easy.” - (@dannyboy-writes//Qi’ra)

“I’d like to do something spontaneous. Let’s get out of here.”

“They’re out of town, won’t be back for a while...” - (@alwritey-aphrodite//Diego Hargreeves) EXT.

“Do you even hear yourself?”

“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you up?”

“Is that the best you can do?”

“You can’t just fight anyone that upsets you.”

“Is that for me?”

“I got you a present! And it’s expensive!”

“Turn on the lights, I want to see you.”

“You’re all that’s on my mind.”

“I wish we could do this every day.”

“That’s what friends are for.” - (@wolfish-willow//Steve Harrington)

“We’ve got to do this more often.”

“I literally don’t think I could live without you.” - (@vansmaybeonthewall//Cal Kestis) EXT.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. Please don’t ever let me go.”

“Wow. You look nice...”

“Fuck’s sake, you again?”

“Play a song for me.”

“Just checking on you, you sure you’re okay?”

“Wanna go for a ride?”

“Keep going, it’s just a little farther.”

“You can’t get everything you want. Give it up before you get yourself hurt.”

“We make a really good team.”

“You’re not acting like yourself.”

“It’s time to overcome our differences.”

“Put the baseball bat down!”

“They are so badass. I think I may be in love.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? Stop using your powers for that!”

“Look at the big picture here. At least we’re together again.”

“My parents said I have to be home by nine.”

“That is a lot of candles.”

“Someone got dressed up tonight, what’s the occasion?”

“Oh, my god. Did you change your hair again?”

“I found your diary...no, I didn’t read it.”

“I told you not to mess with my knives. I know they’re cool, but hands off.”

“Can I get a round of applause? “

“I will never be like you.”

“I don’t take orders from you.”

“Five minutes, that’s all I ask.”

“You remind me of the stars.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re beautiful.” - (@vansmaybeonthewall//Cal Kestis) EXT.

“What was that noise?”

“Put the mug down! No, not like that!”

“I won’t leave them behind. I will never leave them behind.”

“Who the hell let you in here?”

“You used to play [game]?”

“Let’s get a round for the table.”

“I got you a blanket and a pillow, make yourself comfortable.”

“Nothing will ever be the same.”

“Let’s get out of here. They’re not worth our time.”

“I really like your accent, what is that?”

“You’ve always taken care of me. It’s time to let go.”

“Woah, you made this yourself?”

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

“You keep a picture of me in your wallet?”

“Call me that again. I just wanna hear it one more time.”

“You just never stop flirting, do you?”

“Do I smell cookies? You know me so well.”

“I would never, ever give up on you.”

“I hate seeing you cry. I just want everything to be okay.” - (@emcon-imagines//Wanda Maximoff)

Submission Masterlist

#writing challenge #event rules

[rawmeknockout]

some Legion/Reader HCs

//i gotta get this shit out before it rots my brain/

01 + ive seen HCs that Legion is essentially one person/sharing one body which i think is a cool idea in the way you might be able to hear all their voices layered on top of each other i think it would be extra spooky and supernatural and give more weight to the “theyve been there for years and are trapped in the entitys realm as one body + multiple minds so theyre pretty unstable”

02 + that being said, they are likely to fuck around with you at first. chase you down and single you out, separate you from other survivors just to slash you and let you get away. they focus on terrifying you by being unpredictable.

03 + Joey is the most likely to stalk you down and terrify you by doing absolutely nothing. he’s not any less brutal, though, and he’s definitely the most unpredictable. He doesn’t like the fact when youre in a trial its all he can focus on.

04 + Susie has conflicted feelings about whether to kill you or... reach out for a hug. It’s been so long since she’s been able to so much as hold someone’s hand, and she misses the contact more than anyone. it also makes her extremely frustrated and short-tempered.

05 + not to say that being the object of their misguided affections doesn’t have its perks. they are more likely to drop you on the hatch if youve struggled during a trial. you’re like all the people they used to pick on and harass, which causes some of them to feel regretful about wasting their mortal lives.

06 + Frank thinks you’re a passing obsession for Susie and Julie, but when that doesn’t go away he figures he has to deal with it. He’s constantly hounded by their thoughts, and you’re just one survivor. if theyre only soft for you its fine, probably,,,,

07 + Frank likes to mess with you. He’s always been a manipulator and too charismatic for his own good, so fiddling with your emotions is nothing to him. It earns him the ire of Susie on bad days, but it’s a small price to pay for something different in the entity’s realm.

08 + Julie would call what she has on you a crush, but it’s not quite that easy to describe. You’re different and she’s used to the memories of people she knew and her friends. Eventually she’ll grow bored of you, she thinks, but there’s nothing wrong with messing around for a bit. She’s got nothing but time to waste.

09 + Depending on who it is, you’ll be peer-pressured into abandoning your fellow survivors or purposely messing up the generators to alert Legion to them. Most likely to do this is Joey and Frank, sometimes Julie if she’s particularly sour. As emotionally-stunted young adults, bullying is the only way they know how to communicate.

10 + there’s a locked room in the back of the Lodge, absolutely bolted shut to outsiders, but inside your picture is bolted up on the wall along with a weird mish-mash of collected junk as if several different people were carving out a very small home for themselves.

11 + Susie won’t say it but she thinks getting a matching tattoo with you would be awesome it would be so badass, but you’re not her babe,,, but you could be,,,,

smut under cut

01 + you cant convince me that Julie isnt a top and she doesnt like to peg its just not true she has the most top energy and she will let you know. as her new play thing, you are obligated to take the strap.

02 + Susie is nearly the same but she’s not into dominating as much as ‘playing’ with domination she’s not gonna humiliate you or call you her slut but she likes to run you down and exhaust you until you cant run any longer and then have her way with you. 

03 + Julie is most likely to humiliate you in front of other survivors ur welcome

04 + Joey fucks you like he hates you bc part of him does. ur the puppet master who cursed his dick.

05 + Frank uses sex like a bargaining chip, because it usually ends with him dropping you by the hatch or letting you leave via an exit. Of course, you have to do something for him (usually sabotaging another survivor).

06 + okay, so maybe its just a personal kink but the idea of one person fucking you but someone else’s voice being prominent above the other layered voices is hot dont @ me it would be hot if Julie egged Frank on to fuck you and told you how good you are bc she its what she wants okay goodBYE

#txt #headcanons #smut #dbd #dead by daylight #frank morrison #julie #susie #joey #the legion #dbd legion #dbd susie #dbd joey #dbd frank #dbd julie

[urwarriorangel]

<3 urwarriorangel’s writing challenge <3

hello my darling angels! i have started a writing challenge because i want to read more of what you write. i’m calling this a challenge because that’s what i’ve read others call it? rules are listed below! all submissions will be read by yours truly and (if they follow the p basic rules) i will post them all on a masterlist! i will reblog them and give you feedback because that’s what should happen regardless and also i love you guys! (gif not mine!)

rules

*no rape/incest/underage sex/etc.

*if you choose to write smut, you must be 18+!!! the characters you’re writing for must be 18+!!

*must be character x reader! you can write for multiple characters, but it still must be a reader insert!

*it’s first come first serve for characters, meaning there are character limits. multiple people can write for the same character, but they are capped. so please message me as soon as you see a character you want to write for!

*only one prompt per fic! (bonus points if you use any of my original prompts lol!) (also prompts can only be used once)

*triggers must be tagged. if there are any triggers in your fic, you must have a trigger warning. i cannot emphasize this enough.

*fic should be at least 500 words, if it’s longer (which please make it as long as you’d like!) you have to add a ‘read more’

*must tag me in the fic and use # urwarriorangelwritingchallenge <3

*fic should be a new original, not an old piece being resubmitted or a part of an already existing series. (you can write a series for this challenge if you’d like!)

*bonus points if you’re a poc!writer with a poc!reader <3 <3 <3

*you must respect the sexuality of the character! if you would like for an lgbtq+ character, their sexuality should not change in the fic. thank you!

*please send me a message with the character(s) you’d like to write for and the prompt!

example: damon salvatore + “i don’t know how much longer i can go on”

~the masterlist will be posted on august 13th! (if this goes well aka if people participate i would love to do this more often!)~

categories allowed:

anything your heart desires. if you’re going to write fluff please keep it compelling! add a few different styles together! give me some angst, some smut. make it a mystery! i mean absolutely no disrespect to those who write/read only fluff, but personally i find fluff a little more fun when it’s got multiple components! (if you write only fluff, please go ahead and write fluff! i will read it and i’m sure i’ll love it! these are just my personal preferences!)

i love aus very much, so please don’t shy away from them!

characters & prompts under the cut!

characters (five slots for each character)

agents of shield

al mackenzie antoine “trip” triplett daisy “skye” johnson grant ward jemma simmons lance hunter leopold fitz lincoln campbell

brooklyn 99

amy santiago charles boyle gina linetti jake peralta raymond holt rosa diaz terrence jeffords

buffy the vampire slayer

angel buffy summers cordelia chase rupert giles william the bloody aka spike

criminal minds

aaron hotchner david rossi derek morgan elle greenaway emily prentiss jennifer jareau luke alvez penelope garcia spencer reid

defenders-ish

billy russo frank castle jessica jones luke cage matt murdock

friends

chandler bing joey tribbiani monica geller phoebe buffay rachel green ross geller

game of thrones

arya stark benjen stark daenerys targaryen eddard stark jaime lannister jon snow khal drogo robb stark samwell tarly sansa stark tyrion lannister

gossip girl

blair waldorf carter baizen chuck bass dan humphrey nate archibald serena van der woodsen vanessa abrams

harry potter

draco malfoy fred weasley george weasley harry potter hermione granger remus lupin ronald weasley sirius black (young) tom riddle

hawaii five-0

adam noshimuri chin ho kelly daniel williams kono kalakaua michael noshimuri steve mcgarrett

jane the virgin

adam alvaro jane gloriana villanueva petra solano rafael solano

lucky number slevin

slevin kelevra

mcu

bruce banner aka hulk brunnhilde aka my valkyrie queen bucky barnes aka winter soldier clint barton aka hawkeye drax aka the destroyer erik stevens aka killmonger gamora aka um need we say more? janet van dyne aka wasp loki aka loki m’baku aka you already know mantis aka mantis aka a fucking cutie may parker aka ailf nakia aka loml okoye aka incredible badass peggy carter aka kickass peter parker aka spider-man peter quill aka star-lord pietro maximoff aka quicksilver sam wilson aka falcon scott lang aka antman shuri aka an angel stephen strange aka dr. strange steve rogers aka captain america t’challa aka black panther thor aka thor tony stark aka iron-man wanda maximoff aka scarlet witch

new girl

coach nick miller

pretty little liars

aria montgomery caleb rivers emily fields ezra fitz hanna marin jason dilaurentis mona vanderwaal noel kahn spencer hastings wren kingston

reign

francis mary stuart nostradamus sebastian

riverdale

archie andrews betty cooper cheryl blossom fangs fogarty fp jones fred andrews jason blossom josie mccoy jughead jones kevin keller malachai charles!reggie mantle ross!reggie mantle sweet pea toni topaz valerie brown veronica lodge

shadowhunters

alec lightwood clary fray isabelle lightwood jace herondale lucian grey magnus bane simon lewis

teen wolf

allison argent chris argent cora hale derek hale isaac lahey jackson whittermore jordan parrish kira yukimura liam dunbar lydia martin malia tate peter hale scott mccall stiles stilinski theo raeken

the 100

bellamy blake clarke griffin echo finn collins jasper jordan john murphy king roan lexa lincoln monty green nathan miller octavia blake ontari raven reyes wells jaha

the originals

davina claire elijah mikaelson freya mikaelson hayley marshall kol mikaelson lucian castle niklaus mikaelson marcel gerard rebekah mikaelson

the vampire diaries

bonnie bennett caroline forbes damon salvatore elena gilbert jeremy gilbert katherine pierce malachi parker mary louise matt donovan nora hildegard olivia parker tyler lockwood stefan salvatore sybil

x-men

alex summers aka havok charles xavier aka young!professor x erik lehnsherr aka magneto hank mccoy aka beast jean grey aka phoenix logan aka wolverine peter maximoff aka quiksilver ororo monroe aka storm raven darkholme aka mystique

prompts (once someone requests a prompt, i will update the list! list will be updated once a day, if multiple people ask for a prompt in between updates, i will give it to the first person who sent me an ask. i realize that there are more character options than there are prompts, i did this because i don’t think too many people will participate. if we ever run out, i will add more prompts! example of request: klaus mikaelson + “give me a chance”)

(rfaimagining)

angst

1: “ give me a chance. ”

2: “ not you again.. ”

3: “ leave me alone. ”

4: “ i don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ why do you hate me? ”

6: “ i lost the baby. ”

7: “ i thought you loved me. ”

8: “ i don’t need you anymore. ”

9:“ i can’t believe you! ”

10: “ we can't keep this up forever. ”

11: “ you’re a monster. ”

12: “ i hate you. ”

13: “ don’t leave me… ”

14: “ you’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ don’t die on me– please. ”

16: “ i never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ are you upset with me? ”

18: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ i’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ dont call this number again. “

23: “ why did you spare me? ”

24: “ you need to leave. ”

25: “ i’m sick. ”

26: “ i’m dying. ”

27: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ i thought we were family!”

29: “ there was never an us. ”

30: “ so that’s it? it’s over? ”

31: “ i fucked up. ”

32: “ i came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ he’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ i don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ about the baby… its yours. ”

love

36: “ i’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ dance with me! ”

38: “ isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ i wish we could stay like this forever. ”

40: “ will you marry me? ”

41: “ i’m pregnant. ”

42: “ i need a hug. ”

43: “ you’re special to me. ”

44: “ i’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ do you trust me? ”

46: “ can i kiss you right now? ”

47: “ you’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ i’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ let’s have a baby. ”

50: “ we’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ i want to take care of you. ”

52: “ can we cuddle? ”

53: “ it’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ i can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

55: “ shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ is that my shirt? ”

58: “ how did we get here? ”

59: “ you own my heart. ”

60: “ you’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ you’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ i want to protect you. ”

63: “ what's the matter? ”

64: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ stop being so cute. ”

68: “ you’re making me blush! ”

69: “ you’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ this is why i fell in love with you. ”

71: “ you’re the best! ”

72: “ they’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ oh, are you ticklish? ”

74: “ of course i remembered! ”

75: “ you’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ you’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ are you jealous? ”

78: “ hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “ lets run away together. ”

misc

90: “ catch me if you can! ”

91: “ i’m fine. ”

92: “ are you drunk? ”

93: “ are you high? ”

94: “ we can't go in there… ”

95: “ give it back! ”

96: “ well this is just great. ”

97: “ don’t touch me. ”

98: “ not sure if you could tell, but i’m not exactly a people person. ”

99: “ this was fun— let's do it again sometime!”

100: “ i didn’t do it! ”

101: “ i did it… ”

102: “ i don’t remember that! ”

103: “ well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ you owe me. ”

106: “ do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ are you hitting on me? ”

109: “ why are you naked? ”

110: “ you did what?! ”

111: “ you have… superpowers? ”

112: “ why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ where did all these puppies come from?”

114: “ don’t make me come over there myself! ”

115: “ that wasn’t funny. ”

116: “ this tastes horrible. ”

117: “ this is delicious! ”

118: “ are you mad at me? ”

119: “ stop ignoring me… ”

120: “ i love that show too! ”

121: “ can i borrow that book of yours?”

122: “ let's blow this joint. ”

123: “ let me help you with that. ”

124: “ take that back! ”

125: “ wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ no way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ what are you listening to? ”

128: “ i brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ run! ”

131: “ lets run away together. ”

132: “ i haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ was i really that drunk? ”

135: “ was i really that stoned? ”

136: “give me back my phone! ”

137: “ you’re an asshole. ”

138: “ are you cold? ”

139: “ this place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ i swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ did you hear that? ”

142: “ it’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ just how stupid do you think i am? ”

144: “ stop being such a baby. ”

145: “ go back to bed. ”

146: “ are you okay? ”

147: “ i can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ thanks for helping me back there. ”

149: “ since when have we ever been friends? ”

150: “ what on earth are you wearing? ”

151: “ i can’t feel my legs! ”

152: “ stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ put me down! ”

154: “ there’s only one bed… ”

155: “ it isn’t what it looks like! okay.. maybe it is… ”

156: “ how did i lose it? ”

157: “ i read your diary. ”

158: “ this is awkward. ”

159: “ didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ do you think you can teach me that? ”

nsfw

161: “ bite me. ”

162: “ make me. ”

163: “ fuck me. ”

164: “ stop teasing me so much… ”

165: “ do you like it when i touch you like that?”

166: “ okay.. this is new. ”

167: “ want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

168: “ you’re in trouble now. ”

169: “ what a pretty sight. ”

170: “ bend over. ”

171: “ on your knees. ”

172: “ the food looks great but.. there’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”

173: “ lay back. ”

174: “ take off your clothes. ”

175: “ well, fine; just this once. ”

176: “ i’m waiting. ”

177: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

178:“ as you wish. ”

179: “ first one to make a noise loses.”

180: “ you have no idea what you do to me. ”

181: “ if you’re bored; wanna have sex? ”

182: “ i've wanted this for so long. ”

183: “ car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”

184: “ can i touch you? ”

185: “ open up. ”

186: “ no strings attached. ”

187: “ already? do i really have that much of an effect on you? ”

188: “ mine. ”

189: “ the nights still young. ”

190: “ we can't do that here! ”

191: “ behave. ”

192:“ what did you just say? ”

193: “ good girl. ”

194: “ good boy. ”

195: “ come here. ”

continued nsfw from misc sources

196: “are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?”

197: “don’t look at me like that, you brought this on yourself.”

198: “stay still, squirming will make it worse.”

199: “keep count. if you lose it, we’re starting over. understand?”

200: “go get me the cane.”

201: “take your shirt off and put your hands up against the wall.”

202: “open your mouth. i’m putting the gag in so your screaming won’t alarm someone.”

203: “did you disobey my orders?”

204: “i thought i told you not to touch that?”

205: “have you finished everything i told you to do?”

206: “if you don’t stop acting like this, i’ll be forced to use different tactics.”

207: “your skin turns so red under my palm.”

208: “bend over the back of the couch.”

209: “you might want to bite something, the whip has a bite to it.”

210: “come here and bend over my lap.”

211: “i’m tired of your smart mouth.”

212: “you’re really hot.”

213: “oh, don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.”

214: “you know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

215: “hot damn.”

216: “so, you come here often?”

217: “well, well. my night just got better.”

218: “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

219: “you have got a great ass.”

220: “hey, i’m open minded.”

221: “you enjoying the view over there?”

222: “keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

223: “don’t be bashful. you know you want to.”

224: “you can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

225: “you wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

226: “i’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

227:“it’s been a long day. why don’t we help each other unwind?”

228: “i think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

229: “i’m gonna be honest with you. i’m really horny, and you’re really hot. can we fuck? like, now?”

230: “i wanna see you get naked.”

231: “you like how i bend over for you, huh?”

232: “you’re getting me all worked up.”

233: “what do we have here?”

234: "i see someone’s happy to see me.”

235: “play your cards right, and i just might have to put you on speed dial.”

236: “you like that, don’t you?”

237: “how do you want me?”

238: “i’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

239: “i want you. right here. right now.”

240: “god, you’re perfect.”

241: “i really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

242: “i’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

243: “i saw that. you just checked me out.”

244: “you look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

245: “you wanna help me out of this ___?” (insert article clothing here.)

246: “can i keep you?”

247: “you’re such a tease.”

248: “oh my, looks like i/you dropped something.”

249: “i love it when you talk dirty.”

250: “i can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

251: “i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any underwear.”

252: “i really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

253: “it’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

#urwarriorangelswritingchallenge

[warriorqueen1991]

Mouthy

Requested by: Anonymous

Characters: Negan X Male Reader

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Action, Fluff and Smut

Notes: okay, my first time writing m/m stuff but I gotta say I had a lot of fun writing this 😉

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Folding your arms across your chest, you frowned as you watched the group of Saviors load up the truck before you. Scratching your scruffy cheek you growled before moving in next to Fat Joey “ware the fuck is Mark?”

Joey gaped at you like a dying fish “he uh…rerouting?”

You snarled grabbing him roughly by his shirt before shoving him into the side of the truck “I wouldn’t trust the safety of my left nut with that cum stain”.

He grimaced as he stumbled over his words “I…Negan made the group selection…i…I didn’t..” you rolled your eyes with an annoyed growl “of course he did”.

Shoving Joey back into the truck before stalking around the back, you snatched up your walkie “Simon ware the fuck are you at?”

Static crackled as you waved your gloved hand above your head signaling your crew to load up.

“Simon?”

“……”

Sprinting to the driver side you quickly jumped into the large truck “code red, reroute has been fucked the king is not in the castle…I repeat THE KING IS NOT IN THE CASTLE!!”

Roaring out of the gates of Alexandria your tires spun on the gravel as you tore off down the road. Several of the trucks roared out behind you, glancing in the rear view mirror you grimaced as you growled into the walkie “Simon you fucking dead?”

Squealing the tires as you jerked the wheel, you quickly slammed your boot on the brakes with a hiss “Fuck me sideways”.

The large truck housing your fearless leader was surrounded by fucking walkers, swallowing thickly you shoved your door open grabbing the pipe off your passenger seat.

Crawling on top of the hood you slammed metal against metal, the echoing noise drawing the hungry attention of the dead.

Roaring out in frustration you slammed the pipe onto the grill “come on you dead fuckers”.

Continuing to make as much noise as possible, you slid your bowie knife from its sheath with a wide grin “who wants to get fucked?”

Moving up the windshield as your truck was slowly surrounded, you smirked as both Negan and Simon dropped out of the truck.

Negan brandished Lucille as he gestured for his right hand man to move up behind the herd.

Grabbing a handful of firecrackers out of your coat pocket you quickly lit em up. Tossing the bundle to the side of the road, chuckling as the roamers shuffled to investigate.

Jumping off the hood of your truck, you quickly pulled yourself back into the cab twisting the keys in the ignition. Spinning the beast of a vehicle around you slammed your hand against the side of your door as Negan and Simon jumped into the bed.

Roaring back down the road you rolled your eyes as the rest of your convoy barreled toward you, slamming your fist on the horn you flipped the dumb fucks the bird as you sped past them.

Shaking your head you growled “shits are about as useless as a marzipan dildo”.

****

Back at the Sanctuary, you were barking out orders to the men unloading the trucks when you spotted Mark moving across the yard. Clenching your jaw you quickly grabbed your pipe out of your truck before closing in on him with a vicious snarl.

Taking a wide swing, you ran your tongue over your teeth as the pipe cracked across his knee with a satisfying crunch. Tumbling to the dirt with a loud curse, Mark rolled over furrowing his brow “what the fuck?”

Stomping your boot on his chest you dropped your knee to his stomach, his tight grunt making you smile as he tried to wiggle out of your grasp.

“You’re a real shit smear you know that Mark” you hissed cutting off his windpipe “your about as fucking smart as that bimbo fucking wife of yours”. Letting out a carrying laugh you leaned back slightly gesturing with a gloved finger.

“In fact …If I ever wanted to kill myself I’d climb your ego and jump to your fucking IQ.”

Wincing under the pressure, Mark clawed at your denim covered knee “I didn’t do…anything”.

Slamming your fist against his face you growled “no fucking kidding sherlock, cuz if ya had done something the dead fucks wouldn’t of been on the fucking road”.

Blood was seeping from his lip and nose as you crashed your fist into his other jaw. Gripping his throat in a vice grip, you pulled him from the ground with a deep growl before dragging his flailing body to the cells.

Dwight was standing guard as you shoved past him “got some fresh meat for ya waffle face”.

His eyes darted to Mark as you practically tossed him into the cold dark cell.

Slamming the door shut with a deep sigh you glanced at Dwight before chuckling “don’t say I never gave ya anything”.

Biting your lip with a pleased hum you took an exaggerated step outside, you loved getting under the little shits skin.

Running your fingers through your hair, you let out a deep breath as you looked up at the windows of the towering building.

Fuck!

****

Moving down the dark halls, you grumbled to yourself as you yanked your long coat from your shoulders. Today was a total fuck fest, you just wanted to get back to your room and fucking relax.

Rounding the corner you were suddenly yanked into a dark room, your back hitting the door as it closed behind you.

“What the fuck?” you growled before a pair of warm lips crashed against yours, the familiar scratch of his beard against your chin making you smile. Growling against his lips you ran your gloved hands up through his hair “goddamnit, are you ok?”

Negan purred running his large hands down your chest “I am, thanks to my fucking badass”.

“Marks gonna get you fucking killed if you don’t fucking straighten his ass out”.

He chuckled pressing his body against yours with a teasing grin “you fucked him up didn’t cha?”

Gripping the lapels of his leather jacket you jerked him forward smashing your lips against his, biting his lip with a growl.

“Fuck yeah I did”.

Snarling against your lips he ripped your shirt open as his lips trailed down your neck sucking on your adam’s apple. Gritting your teeth in a mixture of painful anticipation and burning arousal, you yanked his jacket from his shoulders as his mouth moved down your chest.

Running his warm tongue over your nipple, you grunted as his lips sealed over the pebbling flesh. His hands yanking against your belt as you tugged him close by his hair.

Flinging the clasp open with a satisfied laugh, Negan groaned as his scruffy jaws ran back up your chest. Opening your mouth with a happy purr, you gripped his throat firmly as you twisted around to slam him against the door.

“Ahh haa fuck” he chuckled as you bit at his jaw, sliding your rough hands up his stomach. Grasping the soft material, you swiftly tugged the white shirt from his torso. Leaning forward he slid his long fingers down to rub your straining cock through your jeans, your flesh jerking at the sensation as heat ran down your spine.

“Fuck, you always get so fucking hard for me baby” he grunted as you pulled his head back to suck on the rough flesh beneath his jaw.

Chuckling you pulled against his throat with your teeth “hard as goddamn rock the moment I fucking see ya”.

Rolling his hips he bit his lip with a wide grin “Is that so?”

Slipping his hand up around your throat he purred “on your fucking knees”. Smiling as you wrapped your lips around his earlobe, you gave the flesh a loud suck.

Pulling back to meet his tawny gaze with your own heated stare, you dropped to your knees with a heavy thump. Your leather clad fingers caressing down his clenching abdomen before smoothly releasing his belt.

“How hard are you for me, Negan?” you rasped sliding your open shirt off your shoulders. The muscles dancing across your skin as you pulled your zipper down with a breathy sigh.

“Why don'tcha get your fucking mouth over here and fucking find out” he growled pulling himself from his boxers. Cocking an eyebrow at him you smirked as you lifted your hand to your mouth, slowly pulling your leather gloves off with your teeth.

Sliding your bare hand down to pull your aching cock from its confines, you groaned as precum leaked down your fingers. “Fuck! Your such a fucking tease” he growled gripping his massive erection with grunt.

Scooting forward you grabbed ahold of his open belt, tugging his hips forward so you could mouth at the underside of his throbbing shaft. The slight scratch of your facial hair against his tender flesh bringing pleasant little whines from his lips.

“Ahhh fuck…yeah, get them mouthy fucking lips around me baby”.

Letting out a growling laugh, you slowly dragged your tongue up his shaft before taking his purple head between your lips. Hissing through his teeth, Negan thumped his head against the door with a deep groan.

Taking him in as far as you could with a loud moan, you massaged his tight balls with the palms of your hands. The feeling of his long fingers gripping your hair made you groan around his pulsing flesh.

“Arghhhh jesus fucking christ”

Pulling on your short locks, his eyes rolled back as you gazed up at him with a pleased hum.

Relaxing your throat, you dropped your lips down around him making your throat spasm. Just as the almost pained grunt passed his lips, you dragged your lips back up his shaft sucking on the leaking tip with a gentle purr.

Releasing his tip with a loud pop, you caressed his burning flesh softly as you ran your lips down the side of his member. Taking his tight sack in your mouth you began sucking on the soft flesh with eager pulls.

Running your calloused hands around his narrow hips, you gripped his ass roughly before tugging his pants down his firm backside.

Running your fingers up and down his flesh you gave his other nut the same attention as your fingers began toying with his entrance. Jerking against you, he growled as you teasingly pressed inside his tight ring of muscle.

Slapping your free hand against his stomach making him cry out, you fisted his chest hair. Sliding your lips from him, you began bobbing your head on his shaft with loud enthusiasm.

“fucking hell…argh fuck…Y/N you’re…you’re gonna fucking make me bust one in that fucking mouth of yours if ya aint….ahhhh fucking careful…goddamn…fuck, shit…mother of fucking god”.

Feeling him trembling beneath your hands, you growled shoving his hips back against the door with a loud bang. Your fingers at his entrance pushing between his skin making him hiss.

Taking long deep pulls from his quivering cock you practically snarled around him as he arched his back against the door, his hot release bathing your throat as you moaned around him hungrily.

Crying out roughly, his fingers fisted your hair as he groaned with each pulse of his shaft.

Sucking every last drop he was willing to give, you finally released him with a loud moan as he grunted above you. “Fuck you asshole” he growled with a lazy grin, biting his lip as you chuckled licking your lips.

“Ever think I wanted to save that fucking load for something special?”

You smiled “my ass isn’t all that special Negan”.

Sliding his back down the door, he groaned as he moved to kneel in front of you cupping your rough cheeks.

“Every fucking part of you is fucking special to me” he purred pulling your lips to his as his tongue practically sucked the taste out of your mouth. Humming against his lips you gently slid your hands up his chest to cup his neck.

Smirking as his right hand slid down to grip your slick cock, you quickly grabbed his shoulders. Letting out a rough grunt as you yanked him to the side, swinging your leg over his hips as you pinned him to the hardwood floor.

Biting his lip, he growled softly as you leaned forward to press your forearm across his chest “you’re awfully fucking pushy today…” he simpered gripping your hips with a pleased hum “did I get you all riled up or somthin?”

Moving your other arm so that they were now crossed against his chest, you gave him a wolfish grin.

“Gee I don’t know, would you like my special fucking ass to ride you through these damn floorboards to find out?”

He laughed gripping your throat to pull your lips back to him “hmmm you want my fat cock big fella?”

You chuckled licking your lips with a wide smile as you stood up to shed the rest of your clothes before taking back your previous position.

Giving him a devious smirk you lifted his fingers up to suck on them, applying a generous amount of saliva over his digits.

Rocking back against his still rock hard erection, you groaned around his fingers.

Pulling them from your lips he quickly began lubing up your entrance, his long fingers pushing within you as his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Fuck that’s good enough Negan” you growled grabbing his cock so you could slide down on him with a rough groan.

Jerking his fingers away as you made your descent, he growled as the muscles in his stomach clenched up beneath you “jesus christ!!…fuuuuck, good to know I haven’t ruined that fine fucking ass yet” he chuckled.

Rolling your head against your shoulders you leaned back, gripping his knees with your hands as you slowly began rolling your hips.

His large cock filling you to the brim as he gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them gently as he growled beneath you. Raking his blunt nails up your quivering abs he gripped your throat as he sat up, the sudden change of position making you groan into his open mouth.

“looks like your gonna have to fucking try a little harder”.

Pushing you back onto the floor between his legs, he moved onto his knees. Wrenching his remaining clothes off, his large hands quickly gripping your hips as he began ramming himself into your tight hole.

Growling, you gasped in pleasure as one of his large hands began fisting your slick shaft. He was grunting heavily as his matted chest hair and sweat soaked skin rubbed against yours. His hand slowing in its movements but making up for them in a tight pulsing squeeze.

“Ahhhh fuck, Negan…I…i’m gonna..”

He cut you off swiftly as he crashed his lips to yours, his back rolling as he drove himself firmly within your clenching body. Fisting his damp hair with one hand, you raked your nails down his back with the other.

“Ya gonna fucking pop for me baby?”

You hissed as your body tensed, your muscles quivering under his bruising pace “maybe…if ya can…ahhh fucking get me there?”

He growled biting your nipple as his free hand yanked your head back, your mouth falling open with a pained groan.

“Such a mouthy fucker…”

You laughed with a loud curse “Fuuuuuccckkkk….you know you fucking love it!”

He grimaced, continuing to mouth at your slightly hairy chest as he pounded your backside with an almost angry grunt. Yanking on his hair you grit your teeth “fuck baby I…”

Sitting up he ran his hands down your heaving chest before working your throbbing shaft with the quick movements of a seasoned veteran. Arching your sticky back away from the wooden floor, your face twisted in pleasure as your release painted your chest and his stomach with shimmering pearls.

Grunting with a bright smile he licked his lips as he ran a finger through the cum running down his abs.

Bringing the digit to his mouth he stared at you with heavy eyes as he sucked it clean. You let out a pathetic whimper as he moved his hips inside you slowly, making your mouth drop in overstimulation.

“Ah…uhhh, christ Negan”.

He let out a growling chuckle as he gave you two, then four heavy thrust before you felt him unload within you making you groan.

Grunting softly above you, Negan had his eyes closed as his large hands slid up your torso. His rough flesh running through your release as he began rubbing it over your still clenching muscles.

Letting his eyes flutter open he smirked before dropping his mouth to your abdomen, licking up your release with heavy purrs.

Fisting his hair, you let out a relaxed sigh as he finally made his way up to slide his tongue inside your mouth with a deep growl.

Pulling away you chuckled, running your fingers down his rough jaw.

“Damn you’re so fucking hot, even if you’re an egotistical bastard on your best day”.

He let out a breathy laugh “so fucking mouthy”

His bright smile had you chuckling against his lips, your fingers rubbing his dimples lovingly.

“Oh, you fucking love it!”

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SLOTS FOR BACKUPS

Here’s the list of people who need backups, just DM asking for a slot, and if it isn’t taken, I’ll give it to you! Thank you so so much to everyone who has offered so far to be a backup; let’s try to get these filled really quickly!!! You have until the 31st to finish the backups!

We‘re all good on backups! Thank you so much everyone!!!

SLOT 1: TAKEN adiosCali8rator , Fan fiction, Fan art, Other , “ Anything davepeta, nepeta, rosemary, jaderoxy, or jadecallieroxy related “ , NO:  Nsfw, angst, gore

SLOT 2: OPEN asexually-homeschooled , Fan fiction, Fan art, Other , “ Anything with Roxy or Callie, Dirkjake or Rosemary “ , NO: Furry, NSFW

SLOT 3: OPEN ask-tipplegnostalgic , Art , “ The 12 first trolls (karkat and cie), alpha or beta kids, if shipping boy x boy prefered, though rosemary is great. I adore Egberts and Striders. “ , NO: Gore, Angst, Blood

SLOT 4: OPEN badgersthename , Fan fiction, Fan art, Other , “I like Striders, Vantas's, Jake like fuck me up. Dirkjake <3<3 DaveKat ��

SLOT 5: OPEN clitclip , Fan fiction, Fan art , “ Anything Vrisrezi, Demonstuck, sickfics, Davekat, Calliroxy, and any combination thereof!” , NO: Makaras

SLOT 6: OPEN craske , Art, “some Eridan, pale erikar or happy Tavros” , NO: Suggestive, NSFW

SLOT 7: OPEN danxiously , Art, “ davesprite, Dave, and Dirk, Sollux, SOLKAT “ , NO: NSFW, Angst

SLOT 8: OPEN evieoftheisle , Fan fiction, Fan art, Other , “ i love AUs and cool fashion? and romance and friendship cliches. Fav characters: John, Karkat, Dirk!! Fav ships: johndave, dirkjake?? fav friendships: BETA KIDS “ , NO: Gore, NSFW

SLOT 9: OPEN feathercadence , Fan fiction, Fan art , “ anything davetavkat related; davetav; davekat; tavkat; johndave please. “ , NO: NSFW

SLOT 10: OPEN galacticjacket , Fan fiction, Fan art, Other , “ Jade and/or Aradia being really cool during a strife, or just hanging out in hightops; Replay AU angst; fancytier “ , NO: nsfw, no ships, no revealing outfits.

SLOT 11: OPEN gelatinousbaby , Fan fiction, Fan art, Other , “ Sprites? I don't really care :p “ , NO: NSFW

SLOT 12: OPEN groeuf , Art , “ tyzias & terezi joey & xefros badass pose, any character “

SLOT 13: OPEN hissmycookies , Fan fiction, Fan art, Other , “ Nepeta and Equius was one of my favorite relationships :3 Maybe doing cute fluff things like teatime, having fun in the snow, or killing hapless goblins? Hmm...looking back on Homestuck the other troll quadrants are really interesting. Any depictions of a spade or ash relationship would be cool. Luscuses Lusci UM large white fluffy animals interacting with their associated character? “ NO: “ Homestuck was a while ago for me, so nothing to obscure I guess. no nsfw or anything over-the-top gory either “

SLOT 14: OPEN imlovroselalonde , Fan fiction, Fan art, Other , “ Davekat fluff, Roxy & Rose sisterly bonding, the alpha kids having fun together “ , NO: “ If you're a minor don't write me smut (if you're over 18 then it's fine), not into incest (even ectobiological) “

SLOT 15: OPEN jangnan , Fan fiction, Fan art, Other , “ erisol, arasol, or solkat would be neat “

SLOT 16: OPEN just-another-bumblebee , Fan fiction, Fan art, Other , “ john egbert, gamzee, dirkjohn and johnkat are both great 2 (also gamkar) “ , NO: NSFW

SLOT 17: OPEN lunaeclipsedoesart , Art , “ Jade Harley/davekat/Troll kingdom rulers hanging out together “ , NO: NSFW

SLOT 18: OPEN mcl-imagines , Fan fiction, Fan art, Other , “Hiveswap characters, My otp erisol, or cheesy platonic stuff involving my fav trolls: pyropes, amporas, peixes, serkets. “ , NO: “ Gore of any kind but particularly eye trauma. Also please don't include anything with self harm (unless its just scars, and not the focal point of the piece) or anything with realistic insects. “

SLOT 19: TAKEN missplacemat , Fan fiction, Fan art , “ Sisterly lalondes making trollsonas/ Roxy and jane being Beautiful Pastel Girlfriends/ jade and nepeta being Beautiful Strong Girlfriends/ lesbians of your choosing “ , NO: Incest, pedophilia, angst

SLOT 20: OPEN msawesomeiscool , Fan fiction, Fan art, Other , “ PepsiCola, NepKat, Rosemary “, NO: Gore, NSFW 

SLOT 21: OPEN neatgirl , Fan fiction, Fan art , “ i really like calliope, callieroxy, 80s fashion, and nostalgic kids on bikes aus. hurt/comfort involving recovery from alcoholism is also ok! “ , NO: “nothing where either of the characters refer to the other as "hun" or "hon" please! other than that im good with anything. “

SLOT 22: OPEN nocturnalfighter , Fan fiction, Fan art , “ davekat, lgbt headcanons, happy post game celebration “, NO: “ gore, nsfw, nepkat as <3, no bro allowed “

SLOT 23: OPEN nopersdopers , Art, “ Fluff, cute, or something a lil bit steamy “

SLOT 24: OPEN otakumadness15 , Art , “ Anything that has to do with rosemary, the scourge sisters and davekat (or just Karkat, I really love Karkat) “  , NO: Gore, angst and nsfw

SLOT 25: TAKEN poptartsplat , Art , “ Janeroxy, rosemary, beta kids being goofy teens, aradia “

SLOT 26: OPEN rainbowdrink , Fan fiction, Fan art, Other , “ rosemary or davekat! or, if the person doesn't want to do a ship, they could simply use one of the four characters listed (rose, kanaya, dave, karkat) by themselves :) “ , NO: Vriska

SLOT 27: OPEN truereset , Fan fiction, Fan art, Other , “ 1) fanart specific: i'd love to see a god tier outfit redesign! kanaya or aradia if you please. i'd love to see a creative take on their god tier outfits! 2) modern outfit designs for any of the signless' group, OR.. 3) the ancestral trolls (preferably of signless' group) adapting to culture shock, in a post-game/post-revival alterniearth scenario 4) johnkat, in general. you kno. that Gay Shit 5) think of the most obscure, oddest sounding, least compatible bloodswap you can. /That/ “

SLOT 28: OPEN satons-hoard , Art , “ My Troll ocs, My ocs interacting with other people's ocs, My ocs interacting with canon characters (Candy gore is fine) (Please contact me for character references. “ , NO: Gore, NSFW

SLOT 29: TAKEN spaceykiddo , Fan fiction, Fan art , “ beta/alpha kids as a family, rose and jade being cute, fluffy davekat “ , NO: any kind of violence/abuse, gore, angst, nsfw, sad stuff 

SLOT 30: OPEN technicolortheorist , Art , “ I would say something that represents the gifter, something that comes from the heart! I'll be sure to see it's beauty and investment upon receival :D “

SLOT 31: OPEN aura-sketch , Art , Joey, jude and roxy all having some kind of happy Christmas shenanigans maybe? Or some rosemary under the mistletoe? Or maybe rose trying to teach kanaya how to bake or something like that. Feel free to have fun with it and add your own spin! I'd prefer the first option but if you aren't really caught up in the hiveswap hype the other ones are cool too “ , NO: “ No gore please, and I'd prefer something happy to be more in the holiday spirit, but it's okay if there's a tiny tinge of sad as long as it's mostly happy if that makes sense? Just no full on sadness I guess “

#toma talks #homestuck

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The Duchess - Part 4

Summary: She hated him, for everything he had done to them, the damage he had caused, the suffering and pain he had left behind. She hated him… Didn’t she? Emilia comes face to face with the leader of the Saviours and is confronted with his true nature, which in turn has her questioning her own.

Warning/s: Eventual smut, slow burner, profanity/swearing, graphic descriptions of violence.

Pairing: Negan/OC

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

No gifs are made by me unless otherwise stated. All credit goes to the original creators.

Part 4

The Sanctuary/The Saviours

He rolled his shoulders and grinned as a tingle shot up his spine, whilst leaning forward in the passenger seat he re-angled the rear view mirror to watch her. Dwight shot him a look from the drivers seat, but didn’t dare question him and refocused his eyes on the road.

He rubbed a gloved thumb over Lucille’s handle as he saw Emilia watch the trucks go before she turned to Rick, placing one of her small hands upon his back. The smile fell from Negan’s face and his jaw jumped as he flexed it in anger, he watched from the growing distance as Rick turned to her and embraced her, his head resting atop her chestnut hair.

He was unaware he had growled in irritation until Dwight looked at him again and uttered a quiet “Boss?” In question.

He returned the rear view mirror to its original position and reclined in his seat, his eyes unfocussed on the road ahead. He could feel Dwight’s curiosity coming from him in waves and he sighed and rotated his head to face the man, scarred side on, he admired his handiwork for a moment before speaking.

“You gotta question you wanna ask me Dwight?” He felt his fury bubbling deep within his chest. Any rise he had gotten from Rick, any victory his submission had given him, had all been snatched away as he’d watched their embrace.

Dwight must have heard that in his tone for he gulped once and gripped hard onto the steering wheel. “I was just wonderin’ why you didn’t bring her with you.”

Negan’s jaw flexed again and as her face flashed in his minds eye he swiped his lower lip with his tongue. “The Duchess?”

Dwight’s brow furrowed as he glanced sideways at him. “Err, the one who beat on Arat. I don’t know her name. The English bitch.”

Negan’s grip on Lucille suddenly tightened and his gaze darkened further. He looked up in the rearview to see they were a considerable distance away from Alexandria and made his decision.

“Stop the fucking van.” His voice was quiet. Deadly. Lucille was begging for a taste of flesh, even if it was the twisted, charred kind. When Dwight didn’t immediately obey he yelled again in his mangled ear, leaning forward. “STOP THE FUCKING VAN.”

The brakes emitted a high pitched whine and the tyres squealed as Dwight jumped and slammed the breaks on fast. The vehicles behind followed suit, but no one was stupid enough to come up and ask why.

He could see Dwight’s hands shaking even as they gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white.

“What. Did. You. Call. Her?” He leaned forward emphasising every word, his elbow was now propped upon Dwight’s shoulder as he ground the words out into his mutilated ear.

“I-I’m sorry Boss. I-” Suddenly Negan moved, his much larger frame pushing against Dwight, his elbow was lodged under his chin, forcing him back with a loud bang into the window. The force of the impact cracked the glass and Dwight wheezed as his air supply was cut off by Negan’s large forearm.

“Be careful Dwighty boy.” His voice was deep and rough with fury and Dwight was too afraid to meet his eyes. Too afraid he’d see the same look he’d seen there when the hot iron had approached his skin.

Then as quickly as he had moved he was back in place again, nonchalantly tapping his fingers on Lucille’s handle as he whistled a tune and looked out the window as if nothing had happened. Dwight rubbed at his neck as he sat up, his chest heaving with terrified gasps, and released the hand break.

Once they were moving again Negan spoke, his tone devoid of the fury Dwight had just been witness to.

“Her name is Emilia.” His voice caressed the name as if enjoying the taste of it in his mouth. “And I didn’ bring her back yet because when I do, it will be because she chose it.”

Dwight frowned again, worried about inciting Negan’s wrath again but also not quite understanding what he meant. “You think she’ll come voluntarily?”

Negan chuckled, his dark, rich tone filling the air around them. “Oh I know she will. I’ll just need to give her a little nudge in the right direction.”

Dwight kept his eyes on the road, probably wondering what plan Negan was concocting, but he most certainly wasn’t brave enough to ask.

Once they reached The Sanctuary Negan was quick out of the vehicle, swinging Lucille beside him as he barked orders to the men unloading their loot. As he made his way past the walkers out front, deliberately not breathing through his nose so he didn’t catch their rotten stench, everyone who saw him dropped to their knees. He couldn’t remember when that had begun, but he liked it, it gave him power over them and showed newcomers what behaviour was expected of them.

The sudden kneeling continued as he made his way through the halls, Lucille firmly gripped in his hand, he ignored anyone he may come across as he made his way to his office. Once he closed the door behind him he laid Lucille on the couch and poured himself a drink from the crystal decanter which was always kept filled to the top on his desk. He raised the whiskey to his mouth and took a deep drink, once he had swallowed he released the breath he felt as though he had been holding since he’d first seen her.

He didn’t miss a thing and certainly hadn’t missed her as she’d bashed her way past fat Joey on her way out of Rick’s house. Hm, what had she been doing in there anyway? She’d told him they weren’t a thing but they seemed awfully fucking close to him.

She had been a breath of fucking fresh air in that place and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit to wanting to fuck her as soon as he’d seen her. But then she’d approached them and looked at him with such disgust that is interested was piqued beyond that. Hell as soon as she’d fuckin’ talked he knew he was screwed. That voice. That accent.

She had held herself like fucking royalty and his brain had immediately coined her ‘The Duchess’. She was too badass for ‘Princess’ and deserved far more than his regular phrase of ‘doll’.

He chuckled to himself quietly as he took another drink, letting the whisky burn his through as he recalled her first words to him.

‘Go fuck yourself.’

She really was something and he wanted her bad. He’d very nearly done as Dwight suggested, swooped her up and stolen her for himself, but he knew he had to be patient. She may not realise it but his charm had worked, he knew he was a charismatic motherfucker naturally, but when he put real effort into it… Hell even the larger chick had been creaming her pants for him.

Though that was probably due to her not seeing a lot of action. He’d bet The Duchess saw plenty.

His dark brows furrowed as he tried to get that picture out of his brain, he couldn’t think of her in that type of situation with any man. Which drove home to him just how screwed he was. He’d been in Alexandria, in her company for a couple hours and here he was jealous over her imaginary conquests.

He drained his glass and slammed it on the table. And to think he had to wait a whole week before he could see her again. He thought of her gleaming chestnut hair and her stormy blue eyes, he was sure a bruise would be coming up on that smooth cheek of hers, her heart shaped face would be marred by purple, green and blue and her perfect little lower lip would swell.

He smirked slowly to himself as he turned and look at Lucille in contemplation. He picked her up and made his way out of the door, he had things to do, besides perhaps they could pay a visit to Alexandria a little earlier than planned to keep Rick on his toes. Of course that would bring the added benefit of seeing her a little sooner.

And in the meantime he had the resource right in these very walls to try and find out more about his Duchess.  

It turned out that said resource was galvanised from seeing his boyfriend Rick and had been pounding away at his cell door for hours. He’d had to have a conversation with Dwight about that. Even tried to tempt him with Sherry… He hadn’t caved, but also hadn’t accepted the invitation the fuck anyone else willing. Then showing what a good boy he was, ran off to do grunt work and left fat Joey in charge of Daryl, after Dwight had left Negan went to have a conversation with his favourite prisoners current babysitter.

“Boss!” Joey dropped to his knees quickly, his considerable weight making a loud thud and one of Negan’s eyes squinted in an almost wince as he thought about the pain that would have caused his knee.

“Get up fat Joseph, I want to test whether our guest is gettin’ the way things fuckin’ work around here.” He swung Lucille so she balanced on his shoulder. Joey glanced between her and Negan in fear, sweat breaking out on his upper lip.

He watched from afar as Joseph left the door unlocked and walked around the corner, pursed his lips and sighed in disappointment as Daryl made a break for it. He followed from a distance, bemused at his escape attempt until he glanced around a corner and saw Sherry whispering into his ear. All amusement vanished as rage descended, he watched intrigued as she told him to go back, told him it could get worse.

Damn fucking right it could, and would for her if she wasn’t honest with him.

He remained where he was as Daryl fled round the corner, heard her heels click on the floor as she approached, she came round the corner and slammed straight into his chest. He didn’t put his hands out to steady her as she stumbled but instead remained impassive as he looked at her.

“Why hello, my darlin’ wife.” Irony laced the word and her eyes shot up to his. She wasn’t dumb by any means but it took a little longer than he would have expected for her to get it. When understanding finally lit her eyes he only quirked a questioning eyebrow at her and rocked on his heels, Lucille still balanced on his shoulder and his other hand in his pocket.

“Daryl is out.” She said reluctantly. “He went that way.” She pointed behind her and Negan only nodded once as he looked over her appearance.

“You look like a schoolgirl in that sundress, go fuckin’ change it.” He barked and stormed past her as she flinched backward. He knew why he was being an asshole to her. Her eyes held only fear and resignation, not the fire and defiance he had seen only hours earlier in those stormy blue eyes which he was sure would stay with him. That sundress would have been perfectly acceptable to him in the hours before he’d seen Emilia in her white tank top and those tight camo pants which were perfectly moulded to her ass and thighs, leading down to her black leather boots.

He stood for a moment and closed his eyes at the memory, tracing every curve in his minds eye. Boy was he glad she hadn’t seen fit to zip up her jacket.

He jolted back to himself as he heard a door slam and continued on his way outside. He was really fucking disappointed in Daryl, but maybe he still had a chance to redeem himself.

Negan whistled as he walked slowly up to the circle of his man surrounding Daryl. He’d made it as far as the bikes, but the keys weren’t kept in them so had never stood a chance of getting away on one.

He meandered his way into the centre of the circle, like he had all the time in the world. He held Daryl in his gaze and smirked as he swung Lucille to his side and asked “Who are you?”

Fat Joey answered immediately “Negan.”

“Who aaare you?” He pointed her over his shoulder at whoever stood behind him, his eyes never wavering from Daryl as the answer came from behind. “Negan.”

“Who are ya?” He held both hands out to his sides and bounced once in apparent glee.

A chorus of “Negan” echoed around them and a self satisfied smirk bloomed on his face.

“You see that? I am everywhere and this was your shot to prove to me that that fundamental fact was sinking in, and you failed. Which sucks as your life was about to get so much cooler!” He remained facing Daryl but spoke to Fat Joey when he asked “Isn't that right?”

“Damn right.” Fat Joey repeated, a conceited, sly smirk turning the corners of his mouth up.

“Now Dwight gave you some options.” Negan said feeling both impressed and irritated by Daryl’s composure. “I don’t think you get it yet so I'm gonna break it down for you. One, you wind up on the spike and you work for me as a dead man. Two you get outta your cell and you work for points but you’re gonna wish you were dead, or three… You work for me, you get yourself a brand new pair of shoes and you live like a king! Choice should be pretty obvious, you should know, there is no door number four. This is it. This is the only way.”

Nothing.

Negan sucked his teeth thoughtfully. “Fair enough if you haven’t quite made your mind up yet, it’s a big decision, I understand. But i’m feeling generous so I’m willing to give you a little more time to think… Perhaps in a better room with food beside dog meat sandwiches? If you can give me some information.”

The men around Daryl briefly glanced at their leader, they hadn’t heard this part before. This little test was usually part and parcel of breaking someone, at this point most people agreed to join or went back into their cells listening to ‘Easy Street’ on repeat until they cracked. No one else had been offered more comfortable lodgings whilst they made up their mind in exchange for information. Whatever it was, the boss must want it bad.

“Yeah?” Daryl asked, lifting his chin defiantly as he glared at Negan through his swollen eyes and unwashed hair. “What you wanna know?”

Negan span on his heel and chuckled, swinging Lucille around with him. “Emilia.” Negan watched Daryl carefully and he saw the younger mans reaction, saw his eyes narrow and his jaw clench. “I wanna know everythaang there is to know about her. You willin’ to trade?”

It seemed even the mention of her name had injected more courage into Daryl and Negan felt his blood began to boil again, maybe he had her lover right here… He could open up the position in one fell swoop if that was the case. Everyone could see Daryl wasn’t going to talk, his extended silence only confirmed this.

“Screw it.” Negan spat before taking Lucille in both hands and swinging hard and suddenly toward Daryl’s face. He didn’t even blink.

“Wow! You don’t scare easy! I love that. But Lucille…” He raised the barbed wire baseball bat under Daryls nose. “Well it kinda pisses her off, she finds it to be…” He waved her around as if he was searching for the right word. “disrespectful. Lucky for you she’s not feeling too thirsty today…”

“But I am.” Negan leaned close, whispering menacingly into Daryl’s ear, his face was stone cold fury and a weaker man may have crumbled. “So i’m gonna go get me a drink!”

He laughed as he turned away and made his way back inside the factory, whistling as he heard fists connecting with flesh as his boys took Daryl down. He was irritated that he hadn’t managed to get any further information on The Duchess, but he wasn’t surprised that she inspired such loyalty.

Hell he didn’t even know why he was suddenly so interested in her, maybe it was the thrill of the chase, or how she looked at him like she fucking despised him. But interested he was.

Part 5

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I Own You

Summary: For @noodlecupcakes 21st birthday here’s a little smutty piece featuring Possessive!Negan and her f!OC Roxy who looks like Amber Heard and is a general badass. This is set in a Mobster!AU where Roxy misbehaves a bit and Negan has to remind her who is boss and who wears the pants in their relationship…without either of them wearing pants.  

Word Count:   6892

Warnings: Foul Language, Sexual Imagery and Language, Negan being Himself as Always, Outright Smut, Daddy Kink, Jealousy, Spanking, Knife-Play, slight Choking Kink, Hair Pulling, a gratuitous Ezekiel cameo

Author’s Note: Happy Birthday to you and America!

Author: @genevievedarcygranger

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Today was going to be a damn good day, and a productive one at that. After so many years of gang wars, it was all about to end with Negan on top – just where he belonged. Negan and his crew, the Saviors of Staten Island, had brought New York City to its knees. Through hard work and a lot of illicit activities, he subjugated four rival gangs: the Alexandrians in Brooklyn, the Hilltop in Manhattan, the Scavengers on the New Jersey side, and Oceanside in Queens. All of them worked for him, and hell, he even had most of the cops on his paygrade. The only rival gang left was the Kingdom of the Bronx – and today their leader Ezekiel and a small entourage were coming here to form a partnership with Negan.

The formalities would take place in a private meeting where Negan planned on passing Ezekiel a contract demanding half of their shit. He’d muscle, threaten, persuade, however the fuck to get Ezekiel to sign it, and then afterwards there would be a swanky ass party. After that it would be smooth sailing for Negan running this city – easy peezy lemon fucking squeezy.

Life was good for Negan now, but it hadn’t always been this way. He used to live a simple life before, married to his first wife Lucille and running a restaurant that the Savior gang would frequent often. Back then the Saviors were petty punks and nothing much else. But then, Lucille got cancer, and Negan didn’t have the money to pay for her treatments. He joined the gang to pay, and it did pay – handsomely.

It didn’t matter, though, because she died anyway. Left with nothing else, Negan abandoned the restaurant and threw himself whole heartedly into the gang, getting reckless and taking risks because he wasn’t afraid to die. It was his fearlessness that helped him swiftly climb the ranks, and soon he became addicted to the money and the power and the status – and then he met the second greatest love of his life: Roxy. Roxy was a lot like him in a way, hungry for power and a lustful bitch for revenge. For a while they fucked around together, and it was with her help that Negan obliterated this gang called the Walkers. Once the Walkers were gone, Negan realized that he had fallen in love, and when he became the leader, the first thing he did was marry Roxy. Both she and his position as leader of the Saviors renewed Negan’s vigor for life. Negan and Roxy been together and rule together ever since for the past five years.

One of the first things they did after returning from their honeymoon was get to work, and soon the other rival gangs were falling like dominos. Negan was no fool, he knew that none of this would’ve happened without Roxy’s help planning. For that he owed her everything, and she owed the same debt to him. Life’s been good to him so far and everything between them was going swimmingly. Life was perfect…well, almost perfect.

As it was, Roxy was more than a little pissed at him currently. The other day one of the girls from the escort service they ran – some chesty girl named Ruby – had come onto him. Ruby had had her hand done his pants and wrapped around his dick before he could push her off, but not before Roxy could walk in and catch them. Roxy was furious, but rather than making a scene right then, she stormed out. Negan tossed Ruby out on her ass and had sent Simon to bring Roxy back, but she refused. Embarrassed, Negan gave Roxy her space, hoping that time would cool her off so he could explain himself.

He hadn’t seen her in nearly three days, too busy giving her time and organizing the party and agreement for Ezekiel. He was starting to miss her, and not just for the sex, but actually missed her. She was his wife and he loved her after all. Ruby meant nothing to him and he never intended to cheat. His wife was his everything and no other woman could compare. In fact, Roxy to Negan meant more than everything he worked so hard to achieve, and he’d give it all up for her. That was a dangerous attachment to have in this business, but Negan was confident that Roxy could handle herself and that Negan would never allow anything to happen to her anyway. She was his lady.

Negan was just doing one last brief scan of the contract he was going to sign with Ezekiel when there was a knock on his office door. Sitting back in his chair, Negan snatched off his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes. “Yeah, who the fuck is it?”

The door swung open silently on its hinges, and Dwight popped his head in, looking at Negan with his good eye. “Ezekiel is here. Should I send him up?”

Stowing away his glasses in his desk drawer, Negan impatiently answered, “Yes, yes, go ahead. Shit, he’s early isn’t he?”

“Yeah, but Fat Joey already has the food ready.”

“Thank fuck for Fat Joey’s appetite,” Negan breathed a sigh of relief, “Have Simon mix the drinks and keep an eye on everything for me Dwight.” He stood and pushed his chair back under his desk, moving the mirror on the wall to give himself a look over. After all, he had to look well put together for the ‘King’ Ezekiel. Before he dismissed Dwight, Negan cautiously asked, “Is Roxy here, D?”

Dwight didn’t even hesitate, “Yes, she’s the one who greeted Ezekiel at the door. She’s keeping him entertained right now.”

Negan nodded, glad for Roxy’s help, though he had a feeling that all wasn’t quite forgiven yet between them. He still had to apologize to her. “That’s fucking good. Well, D, send the fuckers up.” Pleased with everything so far, Negan pulled out his box of Cuban cigars. If Ezekiel signed the contract promptly, Negan might even share one with him.

Not soon after Dwight left, he came back with Ezekiel in tow. The king’s entourage would wait outside with Negan’s men. While Negan and the Saviors had a certain street style like a biker gang to identify themselves, Ezekiel and his crew wore a medieval crest of an eagle and had tiger stripes on their sleeves. Given the importance of the meeting – and the fact that they were the top men rather than the underlings – everyone was dressed to the nines today. No real reason to show their colors if they planned on working on a truce together.

For that reason, Negan was dressed in his nicest suit – sans tie – in black on black on black. It was a slimming color and it worked for him, given him a lean and mean but undeniably handsome appearance. Ezekiel was dressed nice as well in a three-piece brown suit, also without a tie. The top few buttons of his white shirt were undone, giving him a casual appearance, but it was the feathers in his hair that solidified his eccentric aesthetic. After both men sized each other up, Negan finally donned the role of a gracious host and greeted his guest, “Ezekiel, looking fucking sharp as hell. Find the house, okay?” He stuck out his left hand for a handshake.

Without missing a beat, Ezekiel took his hand, not choosing to comment on the fact that it was the wrong one to shake or that Negan didn’t use his self-appointed title as ‘King’ either. “Negan, your wife is charming, and your home is lovely. Of course, it was no trouble to find it. It’s the biggest in the neighborhood with Rottweilers and men on guard. One would even call it a fortress. But every man’s home is his castle, and a castle isn’t complete without a queen. Roxy is quite the queen.” Both men’s testosterone skyrocketed as they kept their grip firm in the handshake, still trying intimidate each other despite this being a peace accords of sorts. “Is that suit John Phillips?”

It took a tremendous amount of self-control on Negan’s part not to clench his jaw so hard as to crack a tooth when Ezekiel mentioned Roxy first thing. While most men might consider it a compliment to themselves to flaunt their wives like arm candy and jewelry, Negan had a possessive streak the size of Kansas. He’d nearly beat a man to death for even looking at his wife – but he did gut a prick for refusing to leave her alone at a bar. The body would never be found, but if it was, all the intestines would strangely be missing. Not Negan’s problem. Instead of immediately snapping at Ezekiel, Negan played nice and masked the tick in his jaw by smiling at the man. “Yup. Roxy is the love of my life, and home is whenever I’m with her. And fuck yeah, it’s John Phillips. I have two others, too.” Finally releasing his hold on Ezekiel, he moved away to his desk again, resisting the urge to wipe his hand on his pants. Casually, he passed the contract to Ezekiel. “So, I’d offer you a fucking drink, but that’s gonna come later after you sign this.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, hiding his fists.

Swathed with his own put-on airs, Ezekiel glanced over the contract once before he looked back up at Negan. “May I sit?”

“Shit, yeah, you can.” Negan withdrew one of his hands from his pockets and gestured to the armchair in front of his desk. Ezekiel bringing up Roxy had thrown Negan off his game, and it wouldn’t do for him to be distracted. Negan sat heavily on his desk, sitting back on his hands, attempt to effuse confidence. Really, he should have apologized to Roxy before this meeting with Ezekiel that way he could be sure that they didn’t make a scene. They had to give off the appearance of a rock-steady power couple, and Negan had to admit that when they weren’t united, accomplishing their private goals often meant impeding the other. This could be difficult.

Crossing his legs, Ezekiel took his time reading over the contract, and Negan let him, impatience simmering just below his deceptively calm surface, though not palpable yet. Finally, Ezekiel looked up at Negan, and Negan braced himself for negotiations. “You know, Negan, your wife Roxy really is quite the charmer.”

Nothing could have prepared Negan for that. Ezekiel’s casual remark was so singularly disarming that Negan truly was knocked off balance, not expecting a comment like that at all. Tamping down on his temper, Negan took ahold of what was left of his patience with both hands and charged forward, “Yes, my wife is a wonderful woman. She completes me.”

“Not only is she a beautiful woman,” Ezekiel blithely continued, seemingly unaware of Negan’s discomfort, “but I was under the impression that she was managing most of your business. I would even go on to say that I’ve heard she handles some of the unsavory business matters as well.” If Ezekiel knew he was treading into dangerous territory, he didn’t let on.

Still, Negan tried to warn him as much as he said a little too sternly, “If what you are implying is that my wife can’t handle such affairs, then you are sadly mistaken, Ezekiel. Zeke. Can I call you Zeke?”

Unsurprisingly, Ezekiel ignored the comment. “No, that’s not what I’m implying at all, Negan.” Ezekiel rolled his ankle is a slow clockwise motion, completely at ease and acting far too comfortable in Negan’s home for his liking. “I had never met Roxy before today. Of course, I had seen her face in news articles fairly regularly. Charity works, art museum opening, the police gala, tree-lighting ceremony around Christmas. She was always a pleasant, pretty face to see when the newspapers had more ghastly headliners.” He paused, and Negan forced himself to unclench his jaw again, the tendon muscle in his neck relaxing. “When she met me today it was with open arms and the reception was with such warmth that I realized something vital that newspapers unfortunately lacked.”

It took everything in Negan’s will power not to suck his teeth and darkly mutter, “Your name in the obituaries?” Instead Negan just tilted his head, feigning curiosity and simply asked Ezekiel, “Oh yeah? What?”

“Your wife’s beauty goes beyond a simple picture,” Ezekiel answered and then smiled so wide as if he told the funniest joke. Negan mirrored the smile, though not as wide, and it lacked his teeth, as he was afraid if she showed them it would be perceived as a snarl – not far from the truth actually. “Truly, Negan, you are a lucky man to have a woman whose beauty cannot be described in a thousand words or less like a picture does.”

Feigning humility now, Negan looked down at his shoes, picturing in his mind’s eye grinding his heel on Ezekiel’s face until the smile was destroyed. “Yeah, I don’t know what I would do without her, she’s been a tremendous help for the business and she’s a joy to have around.” Negan looked up and caught Ezekiel’s eye. “I love Roxy, would do anything for her. She’s my better half.”

It was like that was what Ezekiel had been waiting for all along. He gently tapped his palms on the arms of his chair as he exclaimed, “Yes, I agree whole-heartedly!” Much calmer, her stated plainly, “She is your better half.” Ezekiel held out the contract at arm’s length to Negan and dropped it, allowing it to float and flutter to the space of floor between them. “Clearly, you didn’t let her have a hand in this contract because the contract lacks sense. You couldn’t possibly expect me to sign that and half of my Kingdom over to you so easily.”

As Negan’s hazel eyes tracked the contract’s journey down to the ground, they shifted from ice to raging fire in an instant. When he looked back up at Ezekiel, he was outright glaring, and didn’t bother to hide any of his frustration now. “I don’t give a shit if you don’t think it’s fucking fair. Fair is whatever the fuck I say it is, and I say I want half your shit or we’re going to war, buddy. What the fuck is it gonna be?”

Nonplussed, Ezekiel coolly retorted, “What’s going to happen is this: you are going to summon your wife, and I’ll cut my deal with her. Clearly, she’s the more reasonable one between the two of you. The pretty face for the public, the muscle, and now, I see, she’s the brain behind this operation as well.”

“Oh, you want me to fucking summon my fucking wife?” Negan growled and pushed himself off the desk as he marched to the door. “You fucking asked for it, dumbfuck.” He jerked open the heavy door to his office and it slammed loudly against the wall causing everyone waiting outside to jump in their skin. It seems almost everyone was waiting on them with bated breath. Negan’s most trusted lieutenants were ambling about, keeping an eye on Ezekiel’s entourage. “Dwight!” Negan barked at the man, “Fetch me my fucking Lucille!” The door slammed closed and Negan whipped around to face Ezekiel, who had not moved from his chair. “You’re fucking in for it now you dipshit!”

Ezekiel didn’t even bother to turn around his chair to look at Negan as he addressed the man, “Is Roxy not your wife? Who’s this Lucille?”

“Roxy is my second wife,” Negan explained, and then there was Dwight – good, ol’ reliable Dwight who hustled and moved his ass to fetch Lucille off her ceremonial place on the mantle. Negan snatched Lucille, his wooden baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped around the business end, away from Dwight and pointed it at the back of Ezekiel’s head, taking aim. “Lucille was my first wife. She’s dead now.” Dwight quickly left, and Negan strode forward until he was in Ezekiel’s line of sight. He twirled Lucille around with practiced ease, enjoying the reassuring weight of her in his hand. “This is Lucille and she – is – awesome!”

For once, Ezekiel looked impressed as his eyes focused on the weapon held inches in front of his nose. Without looking away from it, he raised his voice and called, “Jerry!”

Now it was Negan’s turn to ignore what Ezekiel was saying as he started monologuing, “Now you said you wanted to fucking negotiate with my fucking wife, well here she fucking is! Ain’t she a fucking beauty? Fucking gorgeous, isn’t she? I love her, but she can be a bit of a jealous bitch when it comes to Roxy. Now since I’ve married Roxy and became leader of the Sanctuary, I had to retire Lucille. I only bring her out for special occasions now, ceremonial shit and stuff, you get it. See, look at her one fatal flaw.” Negan shoved the bat closer to Ezekiel’s face, narrowly missing cutting the man’s cheek with the barbed wire. He twisted Lucille in his grip, turning her over until her blemish was dramatically revealed – a single bullet lodged tight in her. “Some fuck shot my Lucille, and I had to kill them. But that’s what I fucking get for bringing a fucking bat to a gun fight like a stupid fuck.”

“Jerry!”

“Now, Lucille is my fucking thirsty girl, Zeke,” Negan swung her through the air and the air whistled through her barbed wire, sweet music to Negan’s ears. God, he missed carrying Lucille around; the reassuring weight of her in his hand; the smooth wood grain against his palm; the coolness of her polished surface rapidly warming up in his grip. “She’s a fucking vampire bat.” Negan swung Lucille again and he allowed himself to toddle on one foot, gloating over Ezekiel, displaying his power like a cock strutting through the hen house. If Negan were a peacock, Lucille was the only feather he would need. “And right now, she’s fucking thirsty for fucking blood – your fucking blood, Zeke.” Negan gestured with her at Ezekiel. “Don’t you know it’s fucking rude to deny my pretty lady a goddamned drink. You got something fucking better you can fucking offer her?”

“JERRY!”

“Negan, stop it,” came a cool, feminine voice. Negan jerked around, deeply surprised, and there was Roxy in all her glory. She had her blonde hair elegantly curled and pinned up around her pretty face, skin fresh and flawless, lips painted blood red and eyes just sparkling and demanding a blood sacrifice. Roxy wore a fashionable – and almost needless to say expensive – evening gown that Negan had yet to see her in. The gown had slit up the side to her hip, and if Negan squinted, he was sure that she wasn’t wearing panties. Her gown was a flattering shade of deep purple. Royal purple, Negan belated realized.

“Stop your posturing,” Roxy continued, “You’ve scared him enough. Offer him the contract again, he’ll accept it this time.” Her eyes slid away from Negan towards Ezekiel, frozen in place in his armchair. Negan watched in fascination as Roxy’s face bloomed into a smile when she locked eyes with Ezekiel, and Negan felt jealousy pour into his heart like hot, boiling lava. “Won’t you accept the contract now? Surely, you can see how reasonable we’re being?”

Quickly, Ezekiel was out of the chair and standing before Roxy. He caught her outstretched hand and brought it to his lips, brushing them sensually over her knuckles before he pressed a lingering kiss to the back of her hand. “Roxy,” he greeted smoothly and Negan choked on his spit. “Thank goodness you’ve arrived. Your husband has quite the temper.” He shot a look at Negan as he continued, “For someone such as you, I thought you’d marry a prince rather than a dragon.”

“Oh, Ezekiel,” Roxy simpered at him with sweet smile dripping with sugar and honey.

Ezekiel said, “Be that as it may, Roxy, you deserve a king rather than a prince or dragon…or troll.”

The grip Negan had on Lucille was so tight he felt like one flex of his knuckles would snap her in half. As it was, he could do nothing, watching this play out before him like some sick, twisted nightmare. Negan knew Roxy was doing this on purpose to make him jealous, he could see it in her eyes, he could see it in her smile. This was all one big act, a show, and she was succeeding too well. It hadn’t escaped Negan’s notice that Ezekiel was still holding her hands, and Negan nearly brought Lucille crashing down Ezekiel when he saw the man’s thumb sweep over her knuckles.

“Ezekiel,” Roxy tittered, and Negan had never heard her laugh like this for. He marginally relaxed, more reassured than ever that this was an attempt to get him jealous. “Ezekiel, you flatter me,” Roxy managed to convey through her giggles, “But I suppose that was enough excitement for tonight. Why don’t you sign the contract now, and I’ll change just one thing about it.”

“What would you like to change about it, Roxy?” Ezekiel inquired and he turned away to fetch the contract from the floor. When he bent over, Roxy eyed his rear, and Negan eyed Roxy eyeing Ezekiel’s rear with bridled rage in the form of lava bubbling through his veins.

“Oh, just a stipulation that all drugs sold in your kingdom cannot be sold to minors – and to us that means if they can’t drink, they can’t buy your drugs, no matter how much money they offer,” Roxy informed him, “Additionally, I’ll make you a promise that so long as you give us half of everything, no Saviors can enter the Bronx without your permission. Not even when they’re off the clock.” Roxy practically glided across the floor to Ezekiel, and when she walked it expose one long, long leg from her delicate ankles to her creamy thigh. She took the contract and place it on the desk. There she took Negan’s ballpoint pen and slashed it across the page, adding her adjustments in a footnote. Holding the pen in front of her face vertically, nearly kissing it with her sinfully red mouth, Roxy asked Ezekiel in a teasing sort of tone, “Do we have an accord, my king?” Negan tasted ash in his mouth and he wished he could breathe fire so he could burn Ezekiel down where he stood.

Unaware of Negan’s murderous thoughts, Ezekiel stared at Roxy. He was as equally surprised as he was pleased with the offer. “Well, how do you know I’ll deliver half to you if no Saviors are permitted in the Kingdom?”

“I’m glad you asked,” Roxy said and glided back across the room, once again showing off her flawless leg. Negan watched her progress, getting twitchy with Lucille the longer this carried out, but he was ashamed of himself for losing his temper so quickly and falling for Roxy’s mind games. He was going to let her finish this out since that seemed to be her goal from the very beginning, and as soon as Ezekiel finished putting pen to paper, Negan intended to confront Roxy. Well, actually, he intended to do more than just confront her. He just hadn’t decided what yet.  

The abused office door was gently opened by Roxy this time and she curled her fingers in a come-hither motion at some man that Negan couldn’t see from where he stood, but it didn’t matter because Negan instantly hated him for it. The man entered the office anyway. “This is Gavin,” Roxy introduced him to Ezekiel and explained, “He will be the one primarily doing business with you. Only Gavin and a few of his most trusted men will be allowed to enter the Bronx with impunity. He is one of the most reasonable and level-headed man I know.” Roxy assured Ezekiel, “You can trust him.”

“Gavin, if you come with such high praise from Roxy, then doubtlessly, I intrinsically trust you!” Ezekiel proclaimed. “Where do I sign?”

Negan couldn’t believe it. Roxy had done it. Everything she did is exactly what Negan would have wanted and negotiated for, too, if he hadn’t let himself be driven mad by jealousy. He watched in silence as Roxy passed Ezekiel the pen, swatting at his chest playfully. Ezekiel signed and Roxy cheered, looping her arms through his as she led him out of the office. She was telling him about the party they had planned and was encouraging everyone to head down and enjoy Fat Joey’s cooking and Simon’s expertedly crafted drinks, but Negan couldn’t hear her over the dull roaring in his ears.

Before she could leave, Negan caught her by the elbow. “You go on and start the party without us,” Negan addressed Ezekiel, “please, excuse us. I need to have a word with my wife.” Before Ezekiel or anyone else could say anything, Negan slammed the door shut.

His wife Roxy jerked her arm out of his grasp, but Negan wasn’t going to stand for that shit. He whipped around and was on her in an instant. “What the fuck are you doing trying to cut my damn legs out from under me? You wanna castrate me and keep my huge ass balls in your fucking purse?”

“Did you at least have the curtesy to fire that whore?” Roxy asked cuttingly, standing with him nose to nose.

“Fuck, Roxy, there was nothing between me and her.”

“Then why the fuck did she have her hand down your pants, Negan?” Roxy jabbed her finger into his chest, not believing him for one minute.

Frustrated, Negan pulled away and put Lucille aside on the armchair that Ezekiel had recently vacated. Pulling himself together, Negan scrubbed his hand through his short beard before he turned back to Roxy to explain, “That was her shit way of trying to convince me she deserves a fucking raise. It didn’t fucking work, and yes, I did have Sherry fire her presumptuous ass.”

“Her way of getting a pay raise was to get a literally raise out of you?” Roxy shook her head.

“Roxy, baby girl,” Negan began placatingly.

“No, don’t call me that, I’m angry at you.” She crossed her arms, and Negan could tell that she was fighting the urge to pout.

“Baby girl,” Negan called her anyway, “you know you’re the only woman for me. There is no other woman.”

She held on to her grudge for only a moment longer, and then Roxy came to him with a breathy sigh of relief. “Negan,” she lovingly called and wrapped her arms around him in a loving embrace. Tilting her head back, she looked at him with soft eyes. “I forgive you, but if I catch you with another woman, I’ll cut off your dick.”

Despite knowing the severity of the threat, Negan laughed it off. “There’s my girl.” He caught her by her chin and brought their mouths together in a loving kiss. “Speaking of you being my girl,” Negan growled lowly to her, “What was that shit you were pulling back there with Ezekiel.”

Feigning innocence, Roxy batted her eyelashes at him. “Oh, it was nothing, Daddy.” At the invocation of his pet name, Negan knew he had the go ahead.

“Uh huh, I don’t fucking think so, baby girl.” His hand slipped down and wrapped around her pretty throat. “You’ve been a bad girl, and I think you need a fucking reminder of just who you belong to.” Negan’s other hand around her waist slipped inside the slit of her dress and confirmed his suspicions: no panties. “Good girls wear panties, baby girl, so where the fuck are yours? I know I bought you a cute little lacey black pair very fucking recently.”

Playing the part, Roxy gasped back to him, “I lost them, Daddy. I’m sorry.” She fanned her eyelashes at him again, coy.

“Oh, no the fuck you’re not. Not fucking yet you aren’t, baby girl.” Releasing her, Negan stepped back and imperiously pointed at the desk. “Fucking strip for me, baby girl, and then lay yourself across the desk and spread your legs. You need some fucking punishment, and I wanna see what’s mine.”

Stifling her excitement, Roxy was torn between wanting to strip her gown off as fast as possible or put on a little show for Negan. She went with the latter option, but as soon as Negan cottoned on, he immediately shut that shit down. He wagged his finger at her. “No, baby girl. No bullshit. I know what the fuck is under there because it belongs me. You’ve worn my patience out.”

Shivering a little, Roxy knew she was in for a rough night, and she was looking forward to it. “Yes, Daddy.” She did as she said, leaving her evening gown pooled on the floor. Stepping up to his desk, she draped herself across it, the contract pressed against her breasts. Roxy made sure to push her rear up and out, spreading her thighs just wide enough to allow a little peep of her already glistening pussy underneath.

Surprisingly, Negan kept her waiting, and Roxy could hear him rummaging around in one of his cabinets. She wondered what he could possibly be looking for since she couldn’t remember if they kept any of their toys stored in his office. But then there was a sharp pain on her ass as Negan brought the flat of his hand crashing down. “Fucking count for me, baby girl.”

“One!” She managed to gasp out, and she lifted her arms so she could grasp the opposite end of his desk.

Again, Negan brought his hand down hard, but on the opposite cheek this time, spreading out the pain so it wouldn’t become too intense.

“T-two!” Roxy stuttered out, louder this time.

His hand came down with a crack, lower on her bottom this time, achingly close to her pussy.

“Three!” Roxy groaned, biting down hard on her bottom lip, eyes rolling back.

He switched to the other cheek again, spanking her harder, not pleased with her volume levels. “Louder,” he ordered her.

“Four!” Roxy made sure to shout, and her pussy pulsed, dribbling out signs of her arousal.

Negan paused to admire his handiwork so far, taking his time on where to land his next strike. The anticipation nearly killed Roxy and she jumped when he finally spanked her.

“Five!” She cried out, and tears began to form in her eyes.

This time Negan smoothed his hand over her stinging ass, his touch gentle. “You’re doing great, baby girl. Already halfway there and you’re taking it like a champ.” Then he cracked down again.

“S-six!” Roxy’s voice was watery and the tears spilled down her cheeks, smudging her makeup, though she hardly noticed that.

He spanked her again, brutally hard, but he knew she could take it.

“Se-seven!” Unintentionally, she flinched away, overly sensitive now.  

“No, baby girl, none of that pussy shit. You can handle this. Don’t you fucking hide from me.” Negan waited for Roxy to move back into her previous position. “Don’t make me start over, baby girl. You’re not gonna fucking like that, and I’m getting a little fucking impatient over here.” Obediently, she spread herself again. Roxy knew that if she wanted to, she could invoke their safe word, but she wanted to push herself. Pleased with her, Negan spanked her three times in quick succession.

“Eight! Nine! Ten!”

“Great job, baby girl. Knew you had it in ya.” Negan gently traced his fingers over her tomato red ass. His fingers dipped lower and traced teasingly around her wet labia. “Seems like this wasn’t in fucking punishment for you. My naughty, dirty, baby girl. You’re kinky as fuck and so damn good getting wet for me like this. Do you think you deserve my fat dick, baby girl? You think you’ve been a good girl for Daddy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Roxy eagerly whined, pushing her rear back into his touch. “Make me yours, claim me.” She dared to look back at him over her shoulder, and gave him her best ‘fuck me’ eyes. Her mouth dropped open and she swept her tongue across her bottom lip, moaning at him. While her back was turned, Negan had untucked himself from his suit and now his dick was hanging out, thick and heavy and needy – just like how she liked it. Immediately her eyes were drawn to it, but then Negan lifted something shiny in his hand. Then Roxy finally saw what Negan had rummaged around for earlier

It was Negan’s knife, serrated edge and obscenely huge. When Negan and Roxy first started working together, she accused him as using that knife and Lucille as compensation for something. She couldn’t have been more wrong about that. Roxy had fond memories of the knife. It saved their lives more than once, and on one very special occasion, Negan used that knife to gut some creep that wouldn’t stop hitting on her. That’s how that knife earned that fond nickname the Pig Sticker. Like Lucille, though, the Pig Sticker was retired once Negan took his place at the top. Roxy couldn’t think of a single time where the Pig Sticker had to be used again. Now, though, she had a faint idea of what kind of special occasion it was going to be used for.

Waving the Pig Sticker in the air, the blade flashed and so did Negan’s smile. “That’s right, baby girl.” Stepping up to her, Negan simultaneously teased Roxy by rubbing his dick between her sopping wet pussy lips and ever so carefully dragging the flat of the blade over the curve of her rear. The cool blade soothed Roxy’s heated cheeks, and she couldn’t help but push herself back into Negan and against the Pig Sticker. “Ah, ah, ah, baby girl. You gotta be extra still for Daddy when I have this.”

Gnawing on her abused bottom lip, Roxy nodded her head. “Yes, Daddy.” Holding still was going to be hard to do when he was rutting up against her like that. Honestly, Roxy wasn’t afraid if the Pig Sticker would accidentally nick her either. Still, she did as Negan said because she knew otherwise he wouldn’t fuck her. She had to be a good girl for him.

Humming gladly at Roxy’s docile nature, Negan dragged the blade up her spine on the serrated edge side. The teeth were just barely pressed against her skin, enough to caress, but not deep enough to cut her. Part of Negan was very tempted to cut a small ‘N’ right on her shapely rear, but now wasn’t the time for that. Maybe later he’d take her out to get his name properly tattooed on her. Tucking that idea away for later, Negan gripped her hip with his free hand hard enough to bruise and teasingly dipped the mushroom tip of his cock in her entrance. “You ready for me, baby girl?”

Throwing her head back, Roxy whimpered, “Yes, Daddy, please fuck me. Please.” Normally it would take a lot more for her to beg, but she had missed Negan as much as he missed her. Besides that, she was too on edge, desperately in need of release that only he could deliver. Touching herself hadn’t been enough these past few days.

Not able to tease himself as well any longer, Negan thrust inside her to the hilt, and groaned at the feel of her hot, velvety walls around his cock. She was so tight and yet, squeezing him just right. And he himself was so thick and long, able to hit that special spot within her right on the head of his cock every time. They were practically made for each other.

As he started to move, he situated himself where he was bent over her partially. He grabbed ahold of her hair and pulled her back until she her back was bowed inward. The Pig Sticker was held up to her throat, just held there, hovering, though Roxy could sense its close proximity. Negan quickened his pace and began muttering to her desperately, forced to raise his voice to be heard over the sound of her guttural moans.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby girl, that you’ll be ruined for any other man. You are fucking mine, you hear me? Fucking mine. You don’t look at anyone else, you don’t need anyone else. I’m the only one who can meet your fucking needs. No one can fuck your pussy this damn fucking good. Shit. Fucking scream for me, baby girl.”

Right on cue, Roxy’s already hoarse voice started screaming at the top of her lungs, “NEGAN! OH, GOD, NEGAN!” Over and over again she chanted, and with Negan’s encouragement she didn’t stop. His name was shaped like a prayer, a desperate plea for that sweet release, a litany of all she knew how to say.

“That’s fucking right, baby girl,” Negan grunted in satisfaction and slammed into her harder. His bony hips smacked against her still sore ass, deliciously mixing her pain with her pleasure. The Pig Sticker never wavered, and Negan pulled harder on her hair until her hair follicles were screaming in agony, too. “Scream louder and let everyone know who the fuck you belong to. Who the fuck do you belong, too?”

“Negan!” Roxy screamed one final time and then her shouts were wordless and mangled in her throat as she came without him even having to touch her on her clit. Her pussy spasmed around him, and it triggered his own orgasm, though he fucked her through both of theirs. She milked him for all he was worth, and Negan didn’t stop until he had completely emptied his balls inside her.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he cursed softly at her. He pulled the knife away, dropped it to the desk with a noisy clatter too loud now in the near silent office, so at odds with how it was just moments ago. When Negan let go of the strong grip he had on her blonde hair, Roxy immediately dropped forward on the desk, breathing heavily, altogether a sweaty mess.

Negan inhaled deeply through his nose, enjoying the stench of sex, and then took a wobbly step backwards to examine what is his. had properly ruined her meticulously styled hair, and there was no saving it. Her ass was still blushing prettily for him, and there would probably be bruises on her hip the size of his fingertips from where he grabbed her earlier. Negan’s come mixed prettily with Roxy’s, now starting to drip out of her fucked cunt since he had slipped his flaccid cock out of her.

He made a noise of contentment, slipping his hand down and pushing his come back inside her. Roxy weakly rocked her hips back into him, making small mewling noises. Negan didn’t stop finger-fucking her until she had another orgasm, albeit smaller, but an orgasm nonetheless that caused her thighs to quiver, and she collapsed fully on the desk now, unable to stand on her own.

Pleased, he removed his hand and walked around the desk to where her head was lazily lolling to the side. “I need you to lick me clean, baby girl.” Expectantly, he held his fingers to her lips, and she sucked them into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and cleaning the fluids off. Then Negan pushed his dick in her face, and Roxy cleaned that with kitten licks until her lipstick was smudged all over her face. Negan made sure to tuck himself away before he could get fully hard again.

“Alright, Roxy, you need to be a big girl for me and put your dress back on. We’ve got a party to go to.”

A little shocked, Roxy looked up at him in disbelief. Negan actually expected her to go downstairs and face all their guests while his come was still in her, drying on her sticky thighs. Her make-up was ruined, her hair unsalvageable. There was no way she’d be able to sit and walking was going to be a problem, too. But he was going to flaunt her and call her beautiful anyway, even if she looked like a disaster. He loved her.

“Okay, Negan,” Roxy said with a smile and pushed herself up off the desk.

“Atta girl, Roxy,” Negan said to her with a smile just as big. He leaned over and kissed her, his whiskers tickling and burning her skin. “I love you, my wife.”

“And I love you, my husband. I’m yours.”

“You’re mine.”

“I belong to you.”

“You belong to me,” Negan agreed, and kissed her again. Then he whispered so low and almost darkly that Roxy felt arousal pool in her stomach again, “Don’t forget, baby girl, I own you.”

Gulping, she nodded in agreement, and then kissed him back. Then she pulled away before it could get too passionate again. They had a party to go to with guests waiting them. Roxy gathered her confidence. She would not be ashamed of anything. They would know that she was Negan’s.

HOT FUCKING DAMN SON, IM DYING, I CANT STOP GRINNING AND FLAILING. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS, ITS AMAZING, I LOVE IT, FUCK THE REST OF MY BIRTHDAY PRESENTS TUESDAY THIS IS THE ONLY THAT MATTERS. YAAAS

[phanfeed-ao3]

Ryo and Hakan

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by Arabella1Horayne

Ryo - {male} River Hakan - {male} of the Fire

"Hakan, I'm scared." "Don't worry Ryo, I won't let anyone hurt you."

Dan Howell. 25. Brown eyed boy who is just your everyday normal lad. Shy, sarcastic, hidden.

Phil Lester. 29. Blue eyed boy who sees more than what people believe. People call him a ray of sunshine, a symbol of happiness.

They share a secret, and the day they tell each other, everything goes downhill. With people holding Phil, and others searching for Dan, will they be able to stay strong?

Will they make it?

First Phanfic, not quite sure where this is going, I just wanted a phanfic lol. Will have Pewdiepie/Marzia, some Troyler (Troye Sivan/Tyler Oakley), Joey Graceffa, KickthePJ and crabstickz, and a couple others lol.

Words: 3112, Chapters: 2/12, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Balavens

Fandoms: Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Dan Howell, Phil Lester, Gregory Jackson, Tyler Oakley, Troye Sivan, Felix Kjellberg, Marzia Bisognin, Chris Kendall, PJ Liguori, Joey Graceffa, Daniel Preda, Johnnie Guilbert, Kyle David Hall, Damon Fizzy - Character, Louise Pentland, Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Dan Howell/Phil Lester, Tyler Oakley/Troye Sivan, Marzia Bisognin/Felix Kjellberg, Chris Kendall/PJ Liguori, Joey Graceffa/Daniel Preda, Johnnie Guilbert/Kyle David Hall

Additional Tags: Magical Bond, Phanfiction, Kidnapping, Torture, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Ice Powers, Fire Powers, Cute Dan Howell/Phil Lester, POV Phil Lester, Dom Phil Lester, Gay Phil Lester, Tags Are Hard, These people are fudging badass, first long story on here woo!, from wattpad, Oh God Yes

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2r4U52H

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[henneseyhoe]

FUNERAL.

Joey badass x BLACK!FEM!reader x Skepta

WARNING: smuttt, SHORT, mentions of !!blood!!, VAMP!Joey, VAMP!Skepta, orgasm t*rture, overstimulation, degradation, rough, !SLIGHT CNC!(consent+non-consent), spit.

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Sweat and tears wet my face just enough that the reflection of the streetlight on the outside of the small window bounced off of my skin, giving them the perfect view of my tired expression. The room was dark, my eyes only being able to see nearby bodies and shadows. My lips were swollen and my jaw was sore from holding the gag for so long. My knees ached and both my wrists and arms burned from the rope holding them behind my back for an extended time, but there was no feeling that beat the constant pulse from my clit, the vibrator placed on it only allowing it to throb more.

I cried out for the fifth time that night, my eyes squeezing closed as my hips attempted to move backwards away from the toy, but considering I was hoisted up mid air and nothing supported my lower body apart from the ropes that held my legs up and apart, I had no luck. My actions earned me a harsh smack on my ass that had me crying out to my maker, beginning to mumble pleads to stop. I couldn’t even count how many times I had came, but I knew the floor was beyond wet with how their boots hit the floor with ever stride and how soaked their shirts were.

The younger one kept the toy against my clit as the other man circled around me with that same terrorizing paddle in his hand, the same paddle that made me cry in the first place. It was black and had the word ‘slut’ carved out into the flat part, the purpose of it being to mark up anyone who was hit with it, giving them the name that was carved. No matter how light or dark you were, if you were hit hard enough, that word was definitely gonna be imprinted on your ass with bruises surrounding the sensitive area.

They started to call it a reminder.

It was a hell of a reminder. Sometimes the pain felt good on my skin, the sting lingering so long that it had me tensing my muscles until it was completely gone and only the tingling of my flesh was left behind. I allowed myself to melt into rhapsody, a loud holler erupting from my throat which was muffled by the black ball forced between my teeth. It had been there for so long that saliva was falling from my lips, coating my chin. Sometimes it would slide back and run down my cheeks, dripping to the hard floor when I got tired of holding my head up to see what they were doing.

“You like it, don’t you? Don’t pretend, be a proud bitch” I heard one of them say, his hand holding that same damned vibrator against my clit. I had already been humiliated passed feeling shy for that question. Used to the degradation and name calling, I just nod before flinching, feeling wind whoosh past my backside. I thought I felt another hit coming, but it was only the teasing of the other man. He purposely swung the paddle in my direction, my entire body tensing up from the feeling of strong winds hit me right before the painful smack. He hadn’t hit yet, but I knew once I stopped expecting anything and quit flinching, he’d show me I had a reason to be fearful and on edge.

I had wondered when they were gonna let me go, when I could go home and rest, but both of them had different plans.

Before I had been tied up completely, they went back and forth, using me till I almost lost all consciousness, stretching me out and filling me up to the hilt with dicks only a few inches below the size of 12in rulers. One of them had flashed their fangs at me while pounding away, threatening to bite again and break skin for the second time, and the other was already having his taste, carelessly feeding from a small slit on the palm of my hand that he made himself with his own teeth. The taste of warm blood lingered on his tongue long after he was done, giving the other man his turn to taste me.

Their lips were coated in the color crimson, the liquid dripping down from the corners of their mouths and falling to the floor they fucked me on. They were rough with their feedings, just as rough as their actions were. The older one took his time to stroke into me, but when we collided, it was rough. He sucked softly, opposing to the other one that drank me up like he had never drunken before. The feeling was so euphoric with the thrusts that I didn’t care about the soreness of my legs, knees, and throat, or care about the life dripping from my had.

It had stopped after a while, but before I knew it, I was focused on a ‘situation’ much, much bigger.

“Just like that. Go all the way down like the good bitch you are” the older one commanded, his irises swirling with a creamed white color, flashing at me like headlights every time he got close to his edge. He didn’t even have to tell me to go all the way down, with the way the other was holding onto my hips for dear life, forcing the deepest arch I could give while using his dick to invade the deepest part of me, I had no choice but to go all the way down. His balls slap my clit repeatedly with every push forward, sending me directly into the hold of the brit. His hands palmed my locs as he shoved himself deep down my throat, making me gag with a shiver. Goosebumps appeared down my arms and hairs raised on the back of my neck. My knees and thighs were scraped up now from both the hard wood and their low cut nails scratching me up whenever they needed something to brace themselves before they came, but I had a full night to survive before I’d get a break.

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“Such a pretty girl. Open that fuckin’ mouth” The one with the more American accent spoke. Really a mixture between Jamaican and Newyork, extremely strong, and extremely deep. I complied and opened my mouth for him, welcoming his the saliva that dripped from his tongue before he slurped it right back up from my lips, giving me a kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue, sweet and strong with iron lingering from the stream he took from my hand.

I was pushed passed my limits now. I was happy they had realized.

“That wasn’t too rough for you, right?Love?” Joseph asks with consideration, untying me from the hooks strewed to the ceiling. I couldn’t speak if I wanted to, my voice was long gone. I smile with a shake of my head, my sharpened teeth peaking from underneath my plump lips. Jo’Vaughn smirks and helps me up to the first floor of the house, carrying me bridal style while Joseph stays behind to finish clean. “I told him you could take it. I’m proud of you, baby”

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Ps. I’m working my ass off to get the rest of these fics out by the end of the month cause I underestimated how much I was gonna write so bare wit me chile! But enjoy this unedited nasty lil treat tho lmfao. Idk how I came up with this pair but I love it.

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[miyuhpapayuh]

9. somethin' special.

The next morning, She sits on the bathroom floor, contemplating the last twelve hours of her life.

Rod talked her into going back inside the club and after her third shot, she doesn't remember anything. She got so drunk that she actually passed out and woke up in her bed with her dress still on.

She'd pulled it off and basically crawled all the way in the bathroom. Her stomach is in the tightest and most queasy knot ever. The constant dry heaving is kicking her ass. It's a good thing she was off today.

"Tyler," she called out, as loud as her sore throat can bear.

"Tylerrrr!!” She smacks the door all the way open and glares at Stevie.

"Girl, why are you on the floor? And where's your clothes?" She throws her hands up and shrugs.

She leaves out and comes back with a tank top and some shorts, sits them on the counter, before helping Stevie up off the floor. She slowly gets dressed.

"What happened last night?"

"Oh girl, you had a good ass time. You threw them shots back like a madwoman! Rod was hyping your goofy ass up, too."

She opens her medicine cabinet and pulls out the aspirin. "Let's go this way, before I fall down."

She grabs a hold of Stevie's arm and they head into her room.

She falls back on her bed and pulls the pillow over her face.

"Did you have sex last night?" She asks.

She snatches the pillow away from her face.

"No."

Tyler jerks her head back. "Why so sassy?"

"I wanted nothing more than to have sex on my birthday and he turned me down."

"You were off your ass. Of course, he turned you down." She squints her eyes at her. "I can see if y'all had sex before, but you ain't never had no dick and he was just calmin' your horny ass down, before you did something you was gon' regret, later."

Stevie shrugs, grabbing the water off her nightstand, unscrewing the cap on it, before popping two aspirin and chugging half the bottle.

"All I know is, he got me waiting this long, it better be worth it."

"Oh, I'm sure it is."

She sits in her computer chair and finishes typing the last couple of sentences for her report.

She got so carried away last night that she almost forgot that it was due by the end of today.

And yes, while everyone is done with the semester and enjoying the summertime, Stevie had to be extra as hell and take a summer course. But on the plus side, it only lasts for five weeks.

"Annnd.... done!" She hits submit in the bottom right corner and shuts her computer down. She pushes away from the table and walks towards the nightstand and grabs her ringing phone.

"Hello," she sings.

"You sound happy." Rod's voice comes through,making her chuckle and stare out the window, watching the sun start to set. "Is that for me?"

"Mmmm.... nah. I just finished my report way ahead of time, and I'm glad about it."

"Wow, it's like that?"

"Yup,” she pops her lips for emphasis.

"Damn, I had something special planned for you, too." She rolls her eyes.

"No you didn't."

"I ain't never lied to you, shorty." She sucks her teeth.

"Rod, don't play with me."

"Aight." The line goes dead. She pulls the phone away from her ear and looks at it crazily.

"Did he ju—" she stares at her phone, closes it and opens it back, her thumb reaching for that first digit, before he's calling again.

I let it ring twice, before holding it up to her ear. His deep laughter fills the silence.

"Still think I'm playin' witchu?"

"Yo ass better be on the way to come get me, I know that much."

"I got you, babygirl." She hangs up, this time.

Quickly pulling the oversized T-shirt over her head, she heads towards the pile of clothes and pulls out the soft pink crop top that Tyler bought for her birthday, along with her favorite pair of jean shorts, they made her butt look fantastic.

She pulls out her brown sandals and applies a coat of strawberry flavored gloss to her lips, before sneaking into Tyler's room. She grabs a bottle of perfume off her dresser and sprays it in front of herself, taking in the whiff.

"Hm... smells like sin." She sprays a little bit on her neck, chest, wrists and legs. She sits it down and heads downstairs. 

She gets to the bottom of the staircase and there's two knocks on the door. She smirks and takes her time, walking across the floor.

Pulling the door open, Rod stands ready to greet her with a mirrored expression and a tulip, to her surprise. 

Her eyes darted between the smug look on his face and the pretty flower. Her lips curl up into a smile.

"You tryna butter me up, huh?"

He laughs, before linking their fingers together and pulling her almost all the way out of the door.

"Wait, I need my key." She backs up towards the counter and grabs it, heads back out, this time closing and locking it behind her.

Opening the passenger door of his Jeep for her, he helps her inside. She sits inside and twirls the flowers between her fingers, watching how the orange hue from the sky hits the petals.

Rod rounds the car and starts it up. He glances at her, smiling to himself. She doesn't know how adorable she is to him.

Pulling out of her driveway, he starts the journey back to his place. Stevie shifts in her seat and admires his side profile, like always. She even reaches out to play with his growing beard.

He caresses the side of her hand, absentmindedly turning her on, even more than she already is.

She pulls away, only for his hand to follow and land on her thigh. He gives a squeeze for appreciation.

She hums to herself, laying her head on the seat. Coming to a red light, he turns and catches her gaze.

The same hue that shines on her flower, flows gracefully over her face and the chain that he bought her.

Facing the road just in time to see the light turn green, he continues down the road for a few minutes, before turning into his driveway. He hops out and rounds the car to open her door and help her down.

A comfortable silence falls over them as they walk the short distance to his front door. Unlocking it, he allows her to go in first.

"So... what's the someth— mm." His lips find hers, as her back becomes one with the wall beside the door. He tugs on her bottom lip and pulls away.

"I'm sure you know." Picking her up, he carries her towards the stairs. Her eyes follow the rose petals on each step and she melts right in his arms.

"Oh my gosh."

Setting her back on her feet, he pushes his bedroom door open and she lets out a gasp. He takes her hand and they follow the even bigger trail of roses to his bed. The whiff of lavender hits her nose, as she looks around at the candles that somewhat litter his dresser.

Her back hits his soft gray comforter. He kneels at the end of the bed and removes her sandals, before kissing her feet. She sits up and giggles, scooting away from him.

"Come back, babygirl." He pulls her back by her legs.

She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him, again. He slides his hand between her legs and fidgets with the button on her shorts.

She reaches forward and grips his shirt, beginning to pull it away from his body. He raises his arms, and she tosses the shirt. He does the same with her shorts.

His large hands push her back on the bed, while his lips trail kisses from her thighs to the hem of her crop top. Her nails graze against the nape of his neck.

"You smell so good..." he pulls the material up, revealing her breasts. He grunts, before covering her left nipple with his wet mouth. She wraps her legs around his waist and lets out a whimper.

"Mmm," the stir in the pit of her stomach grows stronger. Her back bends away from the bed, but is quickly pushed back down. He repeats the action to her right nipple.

"That feels so good." His lips leave her chest and he hovers over her. She grazes her nails down his chestnut hued abs, ending at the loop on his jeans. She gives it a tug.

He taps her thigh and she removes herself from his waist. He stands from the bed and rids himself of his jeans, revealing his impressive girth to her.

Her mouth shamelessly drops open. Her eyes darted to his and back down, below his waist. He chuckles and climbs back between her legs, hooking a finger onto the thin band of her panties.

Pulling them away from her waist, he wastes no time and sloppily dives in. Her shaky fingers find the back of his head, pulling him in closer.

"Oh shit.. ohhh shit," his tongue works against her bud, until her body shakes and she cries out, reaching her first peak of the night.

But, this time, he continues to slurp away at her.

"B-baby— wait!" She scoots back and he follows. His hands wrap around her thighs, keeping her in place. She squeezes her eyes shut, and lets out a squeal.

"Unh! I'm gonna c-cum! Oh fuckkk!" She grabs the sides of his face and grinds against his mouth. He moans at her taste, making the knot in her stomach tighten.

"Fuck!" letting out the prettiest moan he's ever heard her make, she falls back on the bed and crosses her legs. Her chest rapidly rises and falls.

He reaches across her and grabs a condom, before dropping his boxers. She opens her eyes and catches another glimpse of what's about to attempt to fit inside of her.

Rolling it onto his length, he pulls her up to fully remove her shirt. Her legs find their way back around his waist, and his hands come up to caress her cheek.

"I'll be gentle, I promise."

"Okay." She places her tiny hands on his broad shoulders, maintaining eye contact.

He pushes into her slowly, groaning at how unbelievably tight she is. Her eyes widened for a second, before snapping shut.

A hiss flies out. Her lips part slightly, letting small whimpers escape.

She feels an uncomfortable pressure, biting down on her lip and breathes through her nose.

He slides all the way in, before pulling out and repeating the action.

"Are you okay, baby?" His eyes wander over her face. She nods, keeping her lip tucked between her teeth.

He continues stroking at a slow pace, making sure she's comfortable and allowing her to get used to his size. Her hands move towards his chest.

Her left leg is now perched on his hip, as the pain and pressure starts to fade, becoming replaced by what she's been waiting to feel.

Her moans fill his ear, causing a smile to break out on his lips. Her eyes flutter closed. He leans down to brush the hair away from her neck and places kisses there.

"Oh my God," she moans just above a whisper, "just like that."

Picking up his pace, he begins to grind hips into hers. She grips his back and small gasps leave her mouth. A tingle shoots through her, causing her back to arch underneath him.

"How does it feel, babygirl?" Her eyes open up again, hazily staring into his. Her mouth opens, but her words are stuck in her chest.

"S-so goo— unh," his length brushes against a spot that makes her eyes roll back. He kisses her parted lips.

"That's the spot? Right here?" One hand grabs a fistful of the covers, while the other scratches at his back. Her moans grow louder.

"Yes...yesss," continuing to hit her spot, he presses his body against hers. Her nub starts swelling as she squeezes him, involuntarily.

"Shit... you feel so good, babygirl." He sloppily kisses her, tangling his tongue with hers. Her breathing becomes labored.

She pulls away and tosses her head deep into the pillows. Her hands push at his chest, as her peak gets closer. Increasing his strokes, his hips begin to slam into hers.

"Ohh my— fuck! I'm gonna cum, baby!"

His grunts and her moans mix. Her heavy breathing turns into panting as her vision goes blurry, her chest caving in.

"Oh my God... right there... don't st–stop! Don't stop!" His hand grips her neck, making her look at him.

"Let it go, mama."

Her brows furrow deeply, pupils dilate. The jolt of pleasure that runs through her body makes her see white. Her orgasm hitting her like a ton of bricks.

He continues to grind into her, until her hands push at his waist. She covers her face and lets out a heavy sigh.

"Just.... give me a minute," she says, breathlessly.

He presses kisses on the hand that's covering her face, before grabbing her other hand and doing the same.

"That was.... wow."

He chuckles and buries his face into her neck.

"I'm glad, I could make you feel good." Humming, she throws her arm over his shoulder.

"That's definitely an understatement." He nips at her skin and pulls away, bringing his attention back to her face. 

She giggles and places a peck on his lips. "Do it again." 

He raises an eyebrow.

"Do what, again?"

"Make me feel good." The innocence in her smile makes him dive back into her, causing her lips to part and let out his new favorite sounds.

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[ao3feedphan]

Ryo and Hakan

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2r4U52H

by Arabella1Horayne

Ryo - {male} River Hakan - {male} of the Fire

"Hakan, I'm scared." "Don't worry Ryo, I won't let anyone hurt you."

Dan Howell. 25. Brown eyed boy who is just your everyday normal lad. Shy, sarcastic, hidden.

Phil Lester. 29. Blue eyed boy who sees more than what people believe. People call him a ray of sunshine, a symbol of happiness.

They share a secret, and the day they tell each other, everything goes downhill. With people holding Phil, and others searching for Dan, will they be able to stay strong?

Will they make it?

First Phanfic, not quite sure where this is going, I just wanted a phanfic lol. Will have Pewdiepie/Marzia, some Troyler (Troye Sivan/Tyler Oakley), Joey Graceffa, KickthePJ and crabstickz, and a couple others lol.

Words: 3112, Chapters: 2/12, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Balavens

Fandoms: Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Dan Howell, Phil Lester, Gregory Jackson, Tyler Oakley, Troye Sivan, Felix Kjellberg, Marzia Bisognin, Chris Kendall, PJ Liguori, Joey Graceffa, Daniel Preda, Johnnie Guilbert, Kyle David Hall, Damon Fizzy - Character, Louise Pentland, Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Dan Howell/Phil Lester, Tyler Oakley/Troye Sivan, Marzia Bisognin/Felix Kjellberg, Chris Kendall/PJ Liguori, Joey Graceffa/Daniel Preda, Johnnie Guilbert/Kyle David Hall

Additional Tags: Magical Bond, Phanfiction, Kidnapping, Torture, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Ice Powers, Fire Powers, Cute Dan Howell/Phil Lester, POV Phil Lester, Dom Phil Lester, Gay Phil Lester, Tags Are Hard, These people are fudging badass, first long story on here woo!, from wattpad, Oh God Yes

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2r4U52H

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[henneseyhoe]

MASTERLIST

( smut= R , angst= ~ , fluff= +)

MICHAEL B. JORDAN

Unexpected Expected Guest (R) (Halloween special)

P POWER (R)

Erik takes readers virginity (R)

KILLA HOTLINE | CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO

NEW RULES (~)

Adonis being clingy with his wife and new baby (+)

My Big Three As Boyfriends (+)

The Return Of Killjoy (R) (Halloween Special)

YAHYA ABDUL MATEEN II

Interrupted quickie (R+)

“Tell daddy you sorry”(request) (R)

My Big Three As Boyfriends (+)

TREVANTE RHODES

WORKOUT (R)

Country lovin’ | Teaser | intro | Cookin’ Soul | Trial And Error (R)(~)(+)

My Big Three As Boyfriends (+)

SMILE FOR ME, DADDY | BEDROOM BULLY (R)

KOFI SIRIBOE

USE ME (R)

GREG TARZAN DAVIS

Pillow Talk (+)

KEITH POWERS

You deserve it (R)

DAMSON IDRIS

Next lifetime (request) (R)(~)

JOHN BOYEGA

Freaky Girl (R)

Blurb. (R)

Still Mine. (R)

✮OTHERS✮

⭣

JOEY BADA$$

THROW AWAY (R~)

LAMELO BALL

Creepin’ (R)

✮

OCs

I think she like me. (R)

More coming soon…<3

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[miyuhpapayuh]

13. Blur

3:45 a.m.

Stumbling into the dark house, Stevie's warm body is pushed up against the door, closing it in the process. Rod's lips capture hers, while he pulls her up on his waist.

With the many, many shots of Hennessy in their systems, their sexual tension is skyrocketing.

Stevie roughly unbuttons his shirt, while he moves away from the door towards the stairs, practically rushing up them.

Walking inside and kicking the door closed, they both fall back onto the bed, tearing at each other's clothes, becoming naked in no time.

"I want you so bad," Rod whispers into her ear, making her shiver.

She wraps a leg around his hip, pulling him closer to her heat.

"Take me."

His rough hands find the back of her thighs, pulling them apart to give him a view of her arousal.

She drags a hand down her body, rubbing circles around her clit with her index finger.

He swats it away, replacing it with his own. Her head finds its resting spot on her pillows, soaking up the feeling.

Pushing two fingers into her wetness, he watches her face scrunch up. Plunging them in and out of her, he lets his lips linger over hers.

"Oh shit, baby!" One hand grips the one between her legs and the other grabs the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her face.

"Fuck me— p-please! Fuck me!" He continues to dig into her, sending her eyes to the back of her head, her moans increasing.

"You want me to dig in that pussy?" He asks. Stevie nods, unable to do anything but moan. He smirks.

"Gotta answer me, baby." She grips his hand tighter.

"Please— please!"

Pulling his fingers away from her, her eyes snap open and a pout forms on her dark ruby stained lips.

"Get on your knees, baby." Immediately assuming the position, she puts a deep arch in her back to show off her slick folds.

Wasting no time putting the condom on, he stuffs himself inside of her. Stevie's mouth flies open, letting anyone within earshot know how she's feeling.

"Oh— shit! That feels so good," his hand grips the front of her throat, turning her on even more as he thrusts into her.

"Mm... keep grippin' me just like that." Her body hunches from its arched position, her walls grippin' tight.

"I— fuck! It's so damn good! Ohh my goodness," Stevie whines, gripping his thigh.

"You tappin' out on me, mama?" His hand on her throat reaches up to cup her chin, pulling her to somewhat face him as he leans over her.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

Speeding his strokes up, Rod places his lips on her ear.

"Cum for me, baby… mm, you feel so damn good... ah shhhit." By the end of his teasing, she explodes onto him.

Her body begins to shake as he moves her to back, while her legs rest on his waist.

She drags her finger down the side of his length, earning a grunt from him.

"Gimme more, baby." Her delicate hand wraps around his length, pulling him closer to her throbbing core.

He slides back inside of her, immediately stiffening his movements and tossing his head back. Her eyes stay glued to him as her walls slick even more.

She leans up on her elbows and brings her hips back and forth onto him. His left hand grips her hip.

"Mm... does that feel good?" His other hand comes down on her ass, causing her to clench around him.

"Fuuuckk yes... keep goin'." Her pace increases and she's slamming down on him, while he continuously smacks her ass.

"Shit... come here." Pulling her up on his waist, she straddles him and starts bouncing, sending his eyes to the back of his head.

"Mm, feels so fucking good!" She digs her nails into his shoulders, beginning to grind on him.

"Fuck... grip that shit, girl." Stevie's back arches, while her velvety walls suck him up.

His rough hands grip her waist, slowing down her movements. He pulls her closer to him, nipping at her sensitive chest.

Stevie's moans increase as she feels her second orgasm approaching quickly. She cradles his head as she begins to rock a little faster.

"I'm gonna cum," his lips move up to her neck, sucking on her sweet spot.

"You gon cum all over this dick?" She throws her head back, clenching at his tone.

"Fuuuck yes! I'm so c-close!" He tightens his grip on her waist, before thrusting upward into her.

Her moans turn into sharp breaths. Her eyes screw shut and her body spasms.

"I'm cumming! Ohhh shhhhit!" She tries to lift up but he slams her back down, ultimately setting her off. 

Placing her back on her back, he pulls her leg up on his shoulder and digs into her at a deeper angle.

With her eyes still shut, she pulls him down for a sloppy kiss, smothering her moans. She feels him begin to swell inside of her.

Pulling away from his lips, she opens her eyes and drapes one hand over his shoulder, while the other cups his chin.

"Cum, baby.... I feel it," she trails kisses along his neck, feeling him stiffen and release inside the condom.

She repeatedly kisses his neck, feeling him pull her closer to his heated body.

"I love you.... I love you," she drifts off into dreamland, still mumbling that same statement.

The bright sun shines down on them, pulling a groggy Stevie from her slumber. Rod, still halfway unconscious, pulls her closer to him.

She snuggles underneath him, until her bladder awakens and threatens to empty itself onto her sheets. She removes his arm from around her waist and rushes across the hall.

"Oh man... What the hell happened last night?" Flushing and washing her hands, she stares at her reflection.

Her, once bone straight hair, is now a frizzy mess. Her neck and chest are littered in various shades of red and purple hickeys, and her skin has a dewy glow to it.

"Hm," heading back into her bedroom, she grabs a big T-shirt to throw on, climbs back into her bed and lays her head back on Rod's chest.

He groans and runs his hand up and down her back. She looks up and sees his eyes are still closed.

"Are you awake?" He nods, briefly opening his eyes to look down at her.

"Yeah... my head hurts." She sits up and grabs the tiny bottle of aspirin off her nightstand and stands back up.

"I'll be back," he pulls the covers away from his waist and stands up, scanning the floor for his boxers.

"Nah, I'll go get it babe." Stevie's eyes fall to his uncovered lower half as she absentmindedly licks her lips.

Finding them, he slips them on and turns his attention back to her, chuckling once he sees the look on her face.

"Last night wasn't enough for you, huh?" Snatching her gaze up to his face, her eyebrows lift in agreement before she returns to her spot on the bed.

He makes his way out into the hall, before mumbling that she's 'something else'. She giggles, catching it.

Her phone starts ringing. Grabbing it from the nightstand, she answers it.

"Hel—"

"Stevie, just listen okay? I'm freaking out. Tasha's literally a vegetable and I ran out and ended up at Aaron's.  Listen— anything that I've ever done wrong... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry — I know I've been saying that a lot, lately. I feel like the odds are against me. I don't mean to sound like I'm asking for pity, because I'm really not... I ... I just wish I was smarter. I wish I used my damn common sense, more often. I don't know."

"Tyler, you like running away from everything. That's your problem. Every time something gets a little shaky or goes haywire, you jump ship! How do you expect to grow as a person, if you can't face any type of discomfort? That's not healthy. Stop doing that. Go back to the hospital and be with your family, girl. Aaron ain't the person that you need to be around, at all."

"I know," she rolls her eyes.

"So, get your ass up and go!" Tyler huffs and Stevie hears shuffling, before she speaks again.

"O-okay, I'm going." The crack in Tyler's voice tugs on her heart.

"It's okay to be scared, ty. But, you gotta be there for her. She needs you. She's gonna be okay. I send my love and prayers to you guys. I love you."

"Thank you. I love you, too." Tyler hangs up and Stevie says a silent prayer for Tasha.

"Everything alright?" Rod comes back into the room with a half empty water bottle, sitting back on the bed.

"Yeah... Tyler's cousin isn't doing too good and I had to talk her off the ledge, again." His brows furrow.

"Literally?" She shakes her head, causing him to let out a breath.

"Metaphorically— well, I've actually had to talk her down from a ledge, one time. She wasn't gonna jump or anything. She was drunk and was being her normal stupid self. I grabbed her just in time, too." Rod shakes his head.

"Wow. Y'all been through some shit, huh?" Stevie nods, before staring down at her chipped nail polish.

"We didn't drive or anything, last night, did we?" She asks.

"Nah, we walked to the bar. That's the only thing I do remember, besides us having sex." Stevie snorts.

"What?" Rod asks, amused at her choice of response.

"That's some wild shit. I've gotten blackout drunk, twice, in less than a couple months."

"All newly legal people experience it. It's normal."

"Yeah, well I think I'm good, for a while. My liver is screaming at me." Rod chuckles and pulls her into his lap.

"There's other ways to be lifted, you know." He wiggles his eyebrows, making her laugh.

"Oh, I know. You and that crazy ass best friend of mine introduced me to it."

His eyes trail over to the clock and he groans, pulling Stevie closer to him. Her lips flatten into a line as she caresses his thigh with the tips of her nails.

"Therapy?"

"Mhm."

"You'll be okay, I promise."

"I know. I just don't feel like it, today." Stevie turns in his hold and pokes her bottom lip out.

"Want me to go with you?"

"You don't have to, baby. Plus, you'd be sitting in the waiting room for however long."

"I don't mind, really. It'd be different scenery than the house, that's for sure." She gives a slight smile.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"Yeah! If I get bored, I'll go into town and do some shopping or whatever."

"Aight. I guess I'll head home and shower." Rod readjusts Stevie on his lap and places his chin on her shoulder. She laughs and tries pulling his hands apart so she can get up.

"You do know that involves you actually getting up, right?" He sighs, again. Releasing his grip on her, she stands up and pulls him up, as well.

"Come on, babe. You said your therapist was cool, right?" He nods, dragging his feet across her rug.

"Then what's the issue?"

"I don't know. I'm just not in the mood." Pulling his jeans and T-shirt back on, Stevie leans against her dresser and frowns.

"You wanna reschedule it?"

"Nah," he pulls his sneakers on and walks up to her, planting a sweet kiss on her lips. "I'm gonna go. It'll be fine."

Stevie pulls on a pair of shorts, grabs her jacket and slides her feet into her slippers, heading behind Rod downstairs.

The drive to his house is quiet, besides the radio playing lowly throughout the car. Rod grabs Stevie's right hand and kisses the back of it, repeatedly.

"I love you." He says, rubbing his cheek against her hand. She glances at him, then back at the road.

"I love you, too."

"I just want you to know that. Never forget that, okay?"

"I won't, babe. I promise."

Stevie sits down in the hardback chair and watches him pull his hood away from his head.

"Alright, I won't be here for more than an hour." He leans down and kisses her forehead and lips, smiling against them as her fingers find the drawstring on his jacket.

"I'll be here waiting for you, babe. Have a good session." Kissing her again, he stands up straight.

"I'll try. I love you."

"I love you, more." He turns around and walks through the door, leaving Stevie to gaze up at the television that's playing a rerun of Sister, Sister.

Back through the door, Rod sits in the plush chair across from his therapist, Jamie. He'd handpicked her for several reasons. She's black, she's not overbearing, she's patient and she gives off an older sister vibe.

"In the month that you've been here, I've definitely seen an improvement. But it's also important that you see one, as well." Jamie says.

"I do." Rod says, flatly. Jamie peers over round metal glasses, intently.

"What's going on?"

"I guess I'm just not in the mood, today." His shoulders slouch a bit.

"How come?"

"It's Rodney's birthday and I'm just in a funk. You know about the lack of a relationship that we have and the stupid ass note that he gave my mom to give to me... I hate him. I hate him, cause I feel like I shouldn't."

"The note focused on him blaming your mother for filling your head with a negative image of your father, correct?" He nods.

"Has he proven it to be false?"

"Nah. We ran into him and it was a fucking mess— excuse me, but it was. How can you demand respect from someone that you haven't ever helped parent? You can't. It's sad cause I felt like Stevie was gonna look at me like some fool, after we got into it." He frowns, fixating his stare on the black and white pattern on the wall behind her head.

"I definitely wanna touch on your relationship with her— but, let me ask you this. Do you feel like if he was at least trying to be a good person, you'd feel differently?"

"I'd be less angry, maybe. But, he'd still be that same man that abandoned me, whether he's 'trying' or not. That's not enough."

Jamie pushes her frames up on her nose and sighs. "The void that you have is one that's so common and it's honestly alarming, how many black men grow up without a father in the house."

"I think I turned out, just fine. I don't need him."

"You need guidance, Roderick. You're still very young and this displaced anger needs to be put under control—"

"Isn't that why I'm here?" He asks, growing agitated.

"Yes, that's exactly why you're here. I know there will be days where it's hard and you really don't wanna talk to me, but if I can help you, you gotta let me do that. There's nothing wrong with going to therapy. There's something wrong with pretending like you don't have reasons for being here. None of us are perfect. We're all banged up, out here." With an aloof expression, his eyes meet hers.

"You wanna talk about Stevie, now?" The right corner of his lip turns up with little effort. Jamie softly chuckles.

"That girl is my world— next to mama, of course. She's so understanding and patient. I never had someone care about me, the way she does. She makes me wanna put in the effort and be comfortable with who I am. She's seen the sides of me that I tell you about. I get in these modes and she brings me back down to zero, instantly." The twinkle in his eyes shines brighter than the ray of sunlight peeking through the window.

"Do you love her?"

"I really do. I'd be a fool if I didn't. I'd go to hell and back for her. She's the one that got me here. She cared enough to tell me what was up and of course, I protested, but it's one of the smartest decisions I've made. It was either this or smoke my life away." Jamie nods.

"She sounds like quite the girl."

"She's my earth angel."

Walking back through the door, Rod snorts at the sight of a sleeping Stevie, curled up into a ball in her chair. Softly shaking her shoulder, he carefully picks her up and heads towards the exit. The receptionist gives a soft sigh, causing him to turn in her direction.

"You two are adorable." He smiles.

"Thanks, Charlie. I'll see you in two weeks."

"I'll be here. Have a good day." He nods and pushes the door open, carefully treading down the sidewalk to his car.

"Babe," Stevie's head raises up from his shoulder, just to turn in the opposite direction. He laughs and pats her backside.

"Come on, babe. I know you're hungry." He leans against the hood of the car.

"How do you know that?" She mumbles, reaching up to rub her eye.

"Cause, I know you. There's a new breakfast place a little ways away. I heard it's good, if you wanna take the drive."

Eventually stepping onto the sidewalk, Stevie stretches her arms above her head and yawns, shamelessly.

"How far away is it?"

"A good thirty minutes. You could take another nap." He unlocks the doors to his car and they get inside.

"No, I wanna hear about your session. That's if you wanna tell me about it." Stevie says, pulling her legs up in the seat.

Starting the car up, Rod pulls out of the parking lot and looks over at her.

"It'll bore you, babe."

"Try me." He sighs and starts driving.

"Okay... today's Rodney's birthday and I'm just irritated. Of course, it's the same shit every year, but seeing him and having him put his hands on me, it just makes it worse." Stevie frowns and reaches for the hand that's rested on his leg, intertwining their fingers.

"I'm sorry... you don't still feel like that was your fault, do you?"

"No, I know it wasn't. I just wish that I could erase him from my brain. He doesn't belong there— or anywhere near me, for that matter."

"Does your mom know?"

He shakes his head. "She doesn't even know what was in the letter. She'd honestly hunt him down and kill him. I don't give a damn about him, but I don't want her going to prison."

"Hey, no face no case." Stevie says, shrugging her shoulders.

"I guess that's who I get it from, huh?" He smirks and squeezes her hand.

She laughs, softly. "You're crazy."

"Yeah, like that's news."

"Shut up, Roderick." He laughs.

"But, seriously.... it's okay to be angry, cause that's how you feel. It just matters what you do when those feelings come up."

"You're my second therapist, huh?"

"No. I'm your first." Untangling their hands, she reaches forward and turns the radio on. Pulling the elastic band from her hair, she slides it onto her wrist and runs her fingers through her frizzy curls.

"Ooh, I love this song!" Turning the volume up, she bops her head along to the beat of Candy Rain.

"Myyy love, do you ever dreeeam of candy coated raaaain drops? You're the same, my candy rain!" She pokes Rod in his cheek, watching the kid like smile appear.

"Have you ever loved someone, so much you thought you'd die?"

"Yes." Rod interjects, making Stevie giggle.

"Giving so much of yourself, it seems the only way. Tell me what you want and I, and I will give it to youuu! Cause you are— my love!" She leans over and plants a bunch of wet kisses on his face.

"Is it safe to label this our song?" He turns his head to quickly give her a kiss.

"You gotta learn the words, first. Then, we can call it our song." She lays her head on his arm and plays with his fingers.

"I better start practicing then, huh?"

"That's a good idea." She softly yawns and slides down in her seat.

"You goin' back to sleep on me?"

"You want me to stay up?" She looks up at him.

Coming to a red light, he stares down at her tired eyes. Pushing a curl behind her ear, he smiles and shakes his head.

"Nah. Go to sleep, babygirl." He leans down and kisses her nose, then her lips.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

Pulling up to the black brick building, Rod parks and turns the car off, glancing over at Stevie, who's now laying up against the door. He chuckles and unbuckles her seatbelt, carefully pulling it around her.

"We're here, vie." Placing a hand over her face, she yawns and sits up, letting her hair crowd around her face.

"Can you do me a favor?" She asks, pushing her hair away from her face and looking over at him, now.

"Of course." She pulls the ponytail holder off her wrist and hands it to him.

"Can you redo my bun for me?" He nods, before mirroring her goofy expression. She turns around in her seat and lets him quickly pull her hair up into a sloppy, yet cute bun on top of her head.

"Thanks, babe." He kisses her clothed shoulder and they get out of the car. Grabbing her hand, they walk down the sidewalk and he holds the door open for her.

The pair are immediately greeted by an older black woman with a huge grey puff on top of her head. Her natural scowl turns into a 'light up the room' smile, at the sight of the two.

"Aren't you two the cutest! Dinin' in?"

"Yes ma'am." Rod speaks up. He looks closely at her name plate. Olivia.

Grabbing two menus, she leads the way to the middle of the small, but cozy restaurant. They sit on the same side of the booth, Stevie by the window and rod on the outside.

"We've got a couple specials. Cinnamon waffles with two sides, biscuits and sausage gravy and, shrimp and grits. All twelve fifty. Your server will be out, shortly." Olivia says, before sitting their menus in front of them.

"Thank you." They say in unison.

"You're welcome, babies." She walks away and stands back behind the counter. She messes with the napkin dispenser and hums a laugh.

"What's funny?"

"We're in a place called Hole in the Wall. It's funny, cause I expected something terrible." Rod holds his chest, dramatically.

"You think I'd take you somewhere dangerous?"

"Not purposely," she laughs, "but, they say those dangerous spots have the best food."

"It's true," they look up at their waiter, Keith. "I once went to a chicken spot and a whole fight broke out as I was ordering. I believe someone got stabbed." Stevie's eyes grow wide.

"Was the chicken good?" Rod asks.

"It was bangin' my brotha. I haven't been back, since." The three of them laugh.

"Why not?" Stevie asks.

"That's every once in a blue moon, over my dead not so dead body, type of situation. I can't be sacrificing myself like that, no matter how good that chicken was..... man it was good— but anyway, what can I get y'all to drink?"

"I'll take a water with lemon."

"I'll have the same." Keith nods.

"Y'all ready to order or do you need a minute?"

"Give us some more time, yeah." He nods and heads back into the kitchen.

"That muhfucka sounds like he got a permanent cold." Stevie slaps his arm.

"You're so rude." She laughs and turns her gaze towards the window.

"Aye, I ain't lyin' though." She shakes her head. He throws his arm over her shoulder and pulls her into his side.

"Annoying."

"You love me."

"That's debatable." Rod sucks his teeth as soon as the waiter reappears with their drinks, causing him to shake his head.

"Y'all ready, now?"

"Yeah," Stevie says, "let me get the shrimp and grits."

"Alright. For you, sir?"

"I'll take the cinnamon waffles."

"What's your two sides?"

"Eggs and bacon."

"Alright. It'll be out in twenty minutes." Grabbing the menus off the table, he heads back into the kitchen.

"You're squeezing me."

"I know." Stevie sucks her teeth and thumps his knuckles, making him release his tight hold on her.

"You'nt want me to love on you?"

"Boy, please. If squeezing my rib cage is lovin' on me, I don't want it."

She says with a snort. A brief glare is what she gets in return, but it soon softens.

"I'll be gentle." She giggles at his doe eyed expression and slides back into his softer embrace. He presses his cheek against her forehead.

"I could stay like this." Stevie admits.

"Forever?" Rod asks, rubbing circles on her shoulder.

"Yeah, why not?"

"That puts a lot of pressure on me." He laughs. "Me being your first— everything, you know?"

"Well, you haven't disappointed me, yet." She looks up at him.

"I don't plan on it, I promise." He kisses her. "How are you so sure about this, though?"

"You're the only person I see myself with. When I told you that I loved you, I meant it. That wasn't a 'for the moment' feeling."

"I've known you long enough to know, that you don't act on impulse."

"Well, we have been together for five months." She tugs on her bottom lip.

"It feels like forever, babygirl." That twinkle in his eyes returns, this time for her to witness it.

"Yeah... we're definitely getting married, one day." He raises an eyebrow.

"Staking you're claim, huh?"

"Damn right. Unless, you got somethin' to tell me." She stares at him, blankly.

He starts laughing. "Nope. You already know that this is where I wanna be."

"Mmhm. Is there anymore psycho ex girlfriends I should know about? Cause ima shoot em, this time."

"Nah... anymore stalkers I should know about? Cause, ima kill em in front of you, this time." Stevie covers his mouth, quickly.

"We're in public and you're openly and loudly admitting to murdering someone." She giggles, watching him shrug and pull her hand away.

"You know I don't give a fuck, when it comes to protecting you. Say the word and it's done."

"Jesus." She shakes her head at him.

"Hot plates comin' through." Their food is sat in front on them, carefully. The steam wafting off the food, carries the scent straight to her nostrils, causing her stomach to growl.

"Thank you." The waiter nods and heads back into the kitchen.

Stevie grabs her silverware off the table and pulls the spoon out of the napkin, immediately dipping it into the buttery grits, stirring it around to mix it with the shrimp, occasional pieces of andouille sausage and bacon.

"This better be good." She mumbles, before snapping her head in his direction, watching him obnoxiously chew his food.

"Why are you eating like that?" She chuckles and scrunches her face up.

"I'm hungry!" He mumbles with his hand over his mouth.

She rolls her eyes and puts her focus back on her own food.

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