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jboofan · 2 years

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Chances 27 EXO my ass

Chapter 27 EXO my ass

YN's about to find out that sometimes a gorgeous man can come up with a plan all his own, and it's a given that it'll mess hers up.

Jungkook x YN

Jungkook and the boys walked the entire vicinity of their area, searching for Bambam. They searched the local dog parks, café but they could find no trace of him.

"Let's try again in the morning huh?" Jin sighed exhausted, as Jungkook looked at the others guiltily. They'd all been looking for ages and it was nearing midnight.

"I just hope he's ok, that he comes home," he sniffed.

Bam grinned as YN opened the front door and motioned him to come in.

Taking off her shoes, she looked at him, with wipes ready to clean his feet.

"I don't know where you've been," she explained to the dog. "So we need to make sure you're nice and clean okay?"

Surprised that the dog was so complaint, he put forth a paw and stood still, tail wagging away as he was cleaned thoroughly.

"My name is YN. Bang YN and you are?" she kneeled down to look for a tag, but saw only the strong metal chain around its neck. "No name, I can't see how you don't have one...do you have an owner?"

YN looked at the dog, "how did you end up from my dreams to here? Do we," she shook her head, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but doggie who I've just found napping on my door step.. Do we know each other?" she crouched down beside it on the floor, slightly confused.

She rubbed it's soft fur, and found herself smiling. "We need to find your owner don't we?" she told it, "are you a girl or a boy?" The dog jumped in the air, as she laughed embarrassed.

"Oh damn, definitely a boy then!"

Bambam happily bound after her into the kitchen as she fed him chicken and ordered more dog supplies before disappearing into her room to change. He followed after her, looking for his kennel.

"Mianhe," she yawned coming in from the bathroom in her shorts and shirt. "Tomorrow I'll buy you new things okay?"

As though understanding, the warm brown-green eyes barked before padding across her mattress and snuggling up to her stomach where it rolled into a big ring, settling down to sleep.

"We'll try the vet first, see if you're microchipped," she yawned as she fell asleep.

Jungkook lay awake all night, mumbling to himself as Jimin and Taehyung bustled into his room with their pillows.

"Move over, we're staying here with you tonight," Taehyung grinned.

He knew they wanted to make sure he was ok, managed to get some sleep, and not to be left alone. Tonight he was thankful for it because he had no idea where his dog had gone.

"Why don't we hit up the places that were closed this evening, someone somewhere will have spent seen him. Bam is a smart dog," Jimin comforted him.

Jungkook bit his nails nervously as he picked up his phone, finally having managed to wrangle her number. He had left her with a strong impression, and then hadn't seen nor spoken to her in almost a week now. Not since his dog had gone missing.

They'd been busy with practice for their first home concert in two years, but he missed her. He missed Bam. And he wanted more than anything was to speak to her, knowing if he spoke to her it would make him feel better.

YN put off going to the vets again. Today was the fourth day she had found an excuse to put it off. The last few days, she had been genuinely busy, but down to sheer laziness she had convinced herself that the local vet surgery was probably too busy, and she had really taken to this dog that a part of her heart broke thinking that she could possibly lose him.

"I'll go tomorrow," she rubbed his coat clean, throwing the damp towel over her shoulder to the laundry bin, as she pulled a doggy bath robe over him, "I promise. You must have an owner, a real owner that's missing you." She felt guilty, but she put it aside for one last night with him.

"Can you please check that again?" she held the leash tighter, not sure if she heard the name correct the other four times.

"Madam, again," the receptionist confirmed, "the dog is registered to a J Jeon. And there is a contact number."

She took the number, scrunching up the paper as she shoved it into her pocket and continued out the door a final time.

"Geulaeseo," she sighed, "So, your name is Bam. And you aren't a figment of my imagination when it's likely I met you before everything happened huh?" she received a few funny looks as she continued to talk to the dog like it could answer her back.

"But how did you end up at my place? Do you know the way Bam? What am I even saying," she adjusted her mask as they got to her car.

"You're his, I can't believe it," she sighed.

The car beeped, the dog confidently got into the Ferrari, sticking it's head out the window, it's tongue flapping about as they weaved through afternoon Seoul traffic.

Jungkook couldn't believe it. Firstly how the hell did his dog end up there of all places, and secondly he certainly was living the good life.

Not one to lose, at well anything, he smirked.

Finally something that will get this girl's attention.

YN scoffed as she answered, locked and threw her phone besides her.

"Your Appa, is a lunatic Bam Ssi," she scoffed as the dog looked at her blankly before going back to his dinner. "I don't know how you put up with him."

She couldn't believe him. "Flash you? More like punch you so hard your life flashes before your eyes dumbass," YN flicked through her schedule for tomorrow and smiled. Tomorrow was another photoshoot and she had to get some rest.

Sure she'd been to other shoots, and had a strong enough industry profile before declaring her family to the world, but since the release of her album the offers has been stupid crazy.

Tomorrow was the FILA shoot, one she had been offered at the same time as BTS but had been too busy to photograph for. And now? Well, they'd also bought on another idol with her.

Pdogg had declared himself her temporary manager, rang her one last time for the evening.

"YN."

"Hyo-Won Hyung," she sang knowing how happy it made him.

"Tomorrow's shoot, with that pompous son of a b–"

"Forget him, what time do I need to be there?"

"I'll come grab you, we're heading there early for hair and make up."

"anything else?"

"That's it. Anything for me?"

"I've part adopted a dog, relax, I'm just telling you so you don't walk in and scream."

"You know I'm scared of dogs!"

"He won't hurt you," she rubbed behind Bam's ears as he shuffled up to her. "See you tomorrow."

"Hmm. Don't forget to lock the doors, sleep well and I'll see you tomorrow."

Jungkook wasn't sure if his latest idea was smart or just plain stupid but here we are.

It was past midnight, and as he punched in the combination to YN's front door, it slowly opened with a beep and then he was standing in her apartment hallway.

Bam was up as soon as the door opened, ears alert, teeth bared as he heard the footsteps.

"Good boy, so this is where you ran off too huh?" came Jungkook's voice in the dark calming the canine down. "Is mommy sleeping?" he whispered as he looked at the closed door.

Bam proceeded to strut towards his favourite spot between the kitchen and the bedrooms and got comfortable in his basket ignoring Jungkook as he removed his shoes.

"Night night buddy."

He pushed open the door and spied YN asleep. The faint scent of her perfume hung in the air, and he was so close to her he could taste the fragrance in his mouth.

Anxiety radiated through him as he walked. Stupid thoughts began to consume his mind. He should have been at the dorm, should have gone to sleep, right that minute but he didn't, instead he knocked on her door.

"Baby?" He tapped on the door, "you awake?" he said opening the door, the TV was still on. "Can we talk?" he asked as he looked over at the dimly lit room. As he neared he realised she was in her bed, tucked up fast asleep.

Jungkook stepped back, turned the TV off and backed out toward the door, his bare foot brushing against her handbag, which was laying on its side, half the contents on the floor. His foot felt a crunch, bending down he picked up the packet and frowned, turning it over.

She was on medicines and so many painkillers??

"Plan B contraceptive pill?" he read it out the name on the foil strip, looked down and saw a small pill screw top jar. She's seeing somebody?

Thoughts ran through his mind at a hundred miles an hour. That explains the longer hair, the figure hugging outfits, even the fact she's more toned now. Some motherfucker was sleeping with his girl.

He squinted in the low light to read what the prescription label on another small jar said, some medical name he couldn't pronounce. He continued reading, "Sleeping tablets should be taken within half hour of sleep."

Jungkook looked to at her confused, "what the fuck is going on baby?" He looked at the jars, and the date of the prescription. This bottle showed last month's date, and half the bottle was empty. Was she hooked on pills? Who was she seeing? Cos it sure as hell wasn't him.

Angry, and jealous his top was pulled off in haste and before he could convince himself not to, he had slipped into the sheets and held his breath as YN turned over to face him, snuggling into his chest. Jungkook stroked her hair, and watched her long eyelashes fluttering as she slipped into deep sleep.

Jungkook's resolve was failing him, his fingers free of his usual jewellery, traced her jawline from her ear to her chin, moving slowly down her neck to rest on her collarbone.

It was just supposed to be one kiss. But one kiss turned into several wet kisses to unknowing lips, before his mind bereft of any common sense landed a kiss to her jawline. The same jawline that mocked him; convinced him it had been kissed by another, he leaned closer into her and hesitated as he saw her smooth neck.

He didn't want to get her in trouble, but he wasn't going to let this go. No way.

He undid several of her buttons and praised the Lord that she wasn't wearing a bra. Tempted as he was to pull those puppies free and suck them, till he himself fell asleep, he was raging inside.

Dick hard, he lowered himself til his face was parallel to her breasts and he began sucking diligently around each nipple. He sucked lightly and as he worked away, he pulled away to admire his work. A plethora of dark purple hickeys surrounded those plump erect nipples.

Pleased with his handiwork, he licked his lips before slowly sucking on her mouth, tracing his tongue across them before he stilled as a small groan escaped her, and she turned over onto her back.

"You need to be reminded you're mine babygirl," he smirked as he redressed, calming down as he kissed her forehead lightly and slid out the front door as quietly as he had sneaked in.

YN readied herself in quick deliberation on outfit choices as she grabbed the rest of Bam's things to head to the door. All morning she had been confused as to how she got that purple rash on her chest. It didn't hurt, but it was definitely going to leave a mark or several. They looked like hickeys, felt like hickeys and she had almost convinced herself they had manifested from her imagination when she spied a questionable oversized bomber jacket by the coat rack.

It wasn't hers, that was for sure. It didn't even need her to sniff it, just be in its general vicinity to recognise his scent.

"Jungkook," she growled lowly, "you're gonna pay for this.." as she plotted his demise.

"Ok let's take a break!" Hope spotted the others starting to flag. Their moves grew sloppy and when Jin started to complain about his bones feeling old it was time to stop.

"I'm just saying," Jin wiped his brow, "that when my knee starts to hurt it either means it's gonna rain, or something bad is gonna happen."

"Hyung, it's April. Nothing is gonna happen, if you're tired just say so hahah," Taehyung grinned.

"You brat," he groaned as he stood up, "don't ask me later to make you food."

Jin looked over at Jungkook, pink in the face, so tired he couldn't stop the dribble escaping the side of his mouth.

"Jungkook-ah you've been working so hard, I'm proud of you," he squeezed his shoulder. "You've been working even harder since YN came back, can't be a coincidence."

"Aniyo," he shook the sweat out of his eyes, "I've always worked hard. She just makes me want to work harder, that's all," he cleared his throat, dabbing his sweaty brow again.

"God Jungkook, sweating much?!" Yoongi grimaced as Jungkook shook out his sweaty locks like his pooch, spraying everyone nearby as Jin shouted about getting JK's sweat in his eyes.

"So how's things going?" Jimin lay on the floor in a puddle of his own sweat as Namjoon too sat huffing and puffing beside him.

"It not really, but I'm not giving up. Besides, we share a dog now," Jungkook smiled to himself, "I still don't know how Bam got there, but the boy did good."

He checked his phone, "Actually YN was supposed to be coming over with Bam..let's call her."

YN couldn't help but feel angry. She peeked at her chest as she changed, and having deliberated Jungkook's death several different ways zipped up her first outfit and waited for hair and make up to set up.

"YN," came a voice, having placed her on speaker, a tired but happy to hear from her voice. "I thought I was going to come and collect him in a bit? Or you were coming here?"

"I'm at a shoot so I don't know when I'll be done. And when I am, I'm gonna be done with you Jeon Dumbass."

Jungkook laughed nervously, "C'mon baby, you don't mean that."

"Tell that to the last guy that crossed me," she scoffed, "cos the bastard just walked in."

"Wait, who is your shoot with?"

"FILA."

"And?"

"Ka—"

"Don't. Don't utter another man's name in my presence babygirl. I'm gonna get pissed," he was sure the vein in his neck was about to double in size.

"What Kai? He isn't a man. He's a snake. And I'm about to cut his head off as soon as this thing is over."

"You need to keep away from him YN, just put some distance between you two."

"Yeah that ain't gonna happen amigo," they heard the photographer in the background shout out greetings and directions.

"YN?" Jin laughed, "Settle this debate for us, Jimin said he is your bias."

"What? I thought I was," Taehyung frowned.

"None of you are," she gave the phone to her manager and went off to stand in front of the first backdrop.

"Wait, what you mean we aren't?" Jungkook snatched his phone back off Jin, "YN? Who then? TXT? The Enhypen boys?"

"Hey JK, it's StrayKids obviously, but I'm sure you guys are a close second!" Pdogg tried to cheer them up, "But I gotta go - YN is doing the shoot now and her d-d-og is staring at me so I'm gonna end this call before it decides I'm it's next meal."

"That's Bam, he's our dog. Get her to call when I can pick him up later?"

They all heard a large pause, "Um, I would say maybe let her call you back. Like much later. I gotta go!"

"Wait is everything ok?" Jimin looked at Jungkook concerned at the rush to get off the phone.

"Um, not really. Her ex is here, and his whole band just turned up. So it's damage control time before it all gets out of hand!"

"Wait, she dated an idol?" Namjoon perked up interested in the latest news.

"Kai is a bitch. He didn't deserve YNnie then, and he sure as hell doesn't deserve her now."

"Well I say we all go down and show them that we are better!" Jin was on his feet, dusting himself off. "I refuse to be second to EXO!"

"Give them a chance to convince her to take him back? I think the fuck not!" Namjoon clapped his hands in agreement.

"Right guys, let's get suited and booted. We need to impress. Fuck rehearsals!" Hope screamed loudly.

"Pishh, Chanyeol a better rapper than me? I don't think so bitch," Yoongi was already by the front door, "I say we go rock up, support our girl and Jungkook is gonna show Kai that BTS cannot be beaten!"

Taehyung handed over the car keys, "No way are we losing YN to them!"

"We got this!" Jimin shouted rallying the troops out the door.

"EXO my ass!"

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kingnegan07 · 3 years

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The Devil Dressed in Leather - Chapter One

🔞Blood, Knives and Belts

Warnings

Smut, violence, swearing, knife play, dom, sub, bdsm, spanking, Negan

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Negan the man with all the power. Whether it's making you weak at the knees or red with anger he will certainly deliver. Just as he expects you to. Very few don't regret messing with the man.

There's a few lines you just don't cross with him. First and foremost you don't touch what belongs to him without permission.

Let me tell you what happens if you do...

As the sun reaches his window he is awaken by the light coming through the glass panes. Today is collection day. His eyes flutter open and slowly adjust to the new lighting of the room. He sits up on the side of his bed running a hand through his hair. Smiling over his shoulder at the clothes thrown into a pile on the floor, his belt still tied to one of the bed posts and the bed sheets still messy being the only reminders of what happened the night before. One of the "wives" wanted to make sure he woke up in a good mood for collection day. She most certainly completed her mission. Standing up, the sun shining around him showing the toned muscles of his body as he heads to the bathroom.

Once inside he begins to run the shower as he stands brushing his teeth looking at himself in the mirror. Once he was finished with brushing his teeth the shower was warm enough. As he steps inside, his muscles relax as the warm water hits him, dribbling down from his chest down towards his perfectly visable v-line.

He let's out a small sigh as he allows the warm water to hit his back. He lets the memories of last night flood over him.

*Smut Warning*

The smaller body beneath submissive to all his power, asking for as much as he could possibly give her, without breaking her. Her cries of pleasure, the sound of her calling his name as he gave her the high she craved, the feeling of her wrapping around him, squeezing him. Then of course the feeling of his own high, the twitching as she contracted around him, then finally the last thrust and the push over the edge.

He smiles as he opens his eyes again feeling that lustful feeling in his lower stomach. His hand going to his semi-hard length. He trails a single finger down it, before grasping the the base loosely and guiding his hand back up his length to the tip. He brushes his thumb gently over the head as he imagines her tongue flicking over it. The look of admiration in her eyes as she gets to take him into her throat.

His eyes close again as he begins to stroke himself. His hand speeding up as she gains more confident with him in her mouth. You could see the bulge in her throat as she took the courage to try and take all of him into her. His hand holding her still for a moment until her eyes begin to water, begging for oxygen to be supplied to her lungs once again. He released her from him letting her suck in that precious oxygen. Then that sparkle in her eyes as he praises her.

Opening his eyes again he allows his hand to pump over his length faster. His breath hitching slightly as it hits a sensitive spot. Veins clearly visible from the hardness in his hand. As the feeling of that high gets inevitably closer he leans one hand on the wall, holding his body up as he loses rhythm in his hand and his member begins to twitch. He grunts as his the white rope spills from the tip onto the wall and floor in front of him. He lazily strokes himself for a little while longer until he is satisfied that every last drop is out.

*End of Smut*

As he body calms down from his release he returns his attention to cleaning himself. Starting with his hair then his body. Once content with his cleanliness he steps out of the shower wrapping a towel around his waist. He dries off his hail and slicks it back. Drying off the rest if his body he heads back into the bedroom. Collecting the puddle of clothes he throws them into the laundry bin along with the towel.

He then collects some fresh clothes from the draw slipping into them. Before returning to the bed to untie his belt and thread it through the loops of his trousers. After donning his leather jacket and red scarf he collects his beloved Lucille from the table and heads out to the trucks, expecting his men to waiting for his arrival before heading out. He finds exactly that, kneeling as he exits the building. Waving his hand in a circular motion, in the air, signifying for them to stand and get ready. He heads to his truck as the men all hurriedly file into the trucks. He leads the way out of the Sanctuary and towards the waiting community.

It was radio silence until he told his men that they were nearly there. Shortly arriving at the community he brings the truck to a halt. Grabbing Lucille on his way out he approached the gates, which opened before he got a chance to knock. He smirks as the gates rolled out of the way to reveal the leader of the community on the other side.

"Oh good you lazy asses are up. Hopefully I didn't disrupt a few early morning fucks." he chuckles and heads straight past the the man in front of him.

"There better be some good shit for me this week" the men followed behind him heading towards different houses.

"What are they doing? Your stuff is here" the man points to the spot.

Negan turned on his heels and tilted his head.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking too? And I would especially keep your mouth fucking shut when my men are in there with your people. Who knows what would happen if I said a few little words. I not taking the shit you can spare I taking the shit I want, especially with your underpayment last time." you could see the jaw of the leader tighten but Negan's words were stern enough that he kept his mouth shut.

"Good boy" he shook his head and turned around heading straight between the rows of houses.

There's one in particular he just had to visit. He smiled as he arrived outside of it, walking up to the door he opened it only to hear a commotion from upstairs. His eyes squint as he let the door shut slowly so it couldn't be heard. He headed upstairs as quickly but as silently as he could. The commotion turning into the voices.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?" he could hear a woman's voice.

"Collectin' Negan's stuff what ya think?" his tone mocking her.

"I could do more if ya want" Now at the top of the stairs he could clearly see the man reach for the woman and as his hand touched her. Her eyes looked with Negan's.

"What the actual fuck!" the man jumping out of his skin at sound of Negan behind him. He mumbles out incoherent sounds, trying to figure out some sort of excuse.

"Don't you fucking dare try to bullshit me you piece of crap" Negan grabbed the weak bicep of the man and dragged him out of the building. Her eyes seemed reluctant but her body followed behind him. There was more people outside on the streets as his men are dragging things out of the houses. Everyone turns their attention to Negan as he throws the man on to the ground in the middle of the street.

"So you think touching her is getting my shit? You grimy piece of shit." he growled his hand on Lucille tightened impossible tight around the warm wood.

"You want to question my leadership, my standards, you want to half ass this shit and not give me what I simply ask for in return of protection" at this point his eyes were making it over the crowd that formed.

"then let this be a lesson to all you fucks." the man was shivering below him. As Negan stepped away to hand Simon Lucille, he made his way back towards him unshiefing his knife.

"The next person who fucking dare tries to touch what belongs to me without my permission better be fucking prepared for what faces you" his head turning to make eye contact with the woman her cheeks burning red at the mention of her belonging to him. Turning back to the man begging him to spare him.

His blade drives right into the centre of the man's stomach, blood pooling out of the wound as he splutters cries of pain as his own blood fills his throat. The knife is pulled from the stomach with a slight twist of the blade. As he pulls it the blood splatters up onto his clothing, dots of blood trailing up his neck. He could her whispers, shocked sighs and some people even crying.

"Next time you don't think I'm holding up my end of the deal remember this moment. The moment you all watched me driving my knife into my own man because he touched one of you the wrong way." this time he drives the knife into the mans heart ending his gurgling cries as his body turns limp. He can feel the resistance of a rib as he attempts to turn the knife. Giving up he pulls it, blood spraying again this time onto the pavement and his legs. As he stands up straight his knife dripping with the crimson liquid.

"Someone clean this fucking mess up" he bent down and cleaned his blade before returning it to where it belonged. Walking back over to Simon he grabbed Lucille and nodded at him, who nodded back. Walking past the crowd he headed back into her house. She followed swiftly behind him.

"Negan" she spoke up as she entered the house. He turned to face her, smirking he stepped forward shutting the door behind her, she began to back up until her back was pinned against the door with Negan in front of her.

"I... I just wanted to say t...thank you" she bowed her head peeling her eyes away from his only for her head to be tilted up by his finger under her chin.

"Don't thank me for my protection, beautiful" you could see that spark ignite in her eyes. Which only caused him to grin.

"Just answer me this one question. You loved it when I called you mine didn't you?" his voice low as he leant in and placed a small kiss to her neck. Her hand rising to thread her finger through his hair, sighing as his lips traversed across her skin. He nibbles at that sweet spot just below her left ear.

"Negan..." she gasps as he bites down harder. She quickly corrects herself and he lifts her up, she instantly wraps her legs around him.

"...Sir, I did, I really did" he smirks against her neck.

*Smut Warning*

"Good girl" he carries her up the stairs to the bedroom. Her hand trailing down from his shoulder and across his back. He continued to teases his tongue across her neck until he got to the bed laying her down on it. She watched him carefully waiting to see what he'll ask her next.

"Strip. Slowly put on a show for me" she nods and obeys his order. Raising from the bed he moves to take a seat so he could watch her. Her hands travelled down her sides moving with the curves of her body until she reached the bottom of her t-shirt. She slowly lifted the t-shirt from her teasing him of what he's missed. His hands removed his jacket and scarf before being placed behind him as his eyes remained on her body. The bulge starting to form as he became harder.

She dropped the t-shirt behind her before her hands make their way to the waist band of her blue denim shorts. Her hand gliding along until it could unbutton and unzip them slowly. She watched him watch her as he chewed on his lower lip. She gave him what he wanted and pushed the shorts down. Kicking them off her feet so she stood in front of him in just her underwear. You could see the clear lust in both their eyes. His eyes seemed to just consume her body as his hand ran over his length in discomfort as it strained against the fabric of his jeans.

"Sir.." she whispered answered with a hum from his lips. "finish undressing me, please"

"As you wish, my kitten" he stood, instantly towering over her. He reached for her hips and turned them so they both switched positions with that he pushed her onto the bed. Reaching for his knife that he had just used. He reached down and glided it over her thigh. Her breath hitched and her body reacted to him. He quickly placed his other hand to her stomach.

"Easy darling, I'm not going to hurt you. Unless that is what you want" he smirked and she nodded trying to relax her body against the metal touching her skin. He slide the blade gently over her skin not cutting her until he slipped it under the fabric of her panties.

"You won't be needing these, kitten" with that he turned the blade in his hand pulling the fabric until he cut clean through. The fabric loosened from around her hips, he pulled the fabric away to reveal her glistening core. Throwing the fabric to the side he glided the knife up her stomach. With his other hand he brushes his thumb over her folds.

"Mmm, so wet already, kitten" he chews on his bottom lip again as she squirms a little bit under him. The blade arrives at the centre of her bra between her breasts. He slides the knife under the fabric once more repeating his action so the fabric split in half. Putting the knife away he allowed her to remove her straps throwing it to the side. As he pulled his t-shirt off his body. She moved so she was sat on the edge of the bed in level with the now extremely prominent bulge that had formed.

"Sir..." before she could ask what she wanted he interrupted her.

"Take it out, kitten" she nods and does what he asked. She reaches up and undoes his belt and jeans all while glancing up at him watching her every move. Eventually she could push them along with his boxers enough for his length to spring free. She smiled up at him and took ahold of the base of his length and placing a gentle kiss to the tip. He growled low and reached for her hair grip it roughly as she slid the tip slowly into the warmth of her mouth.

"Mm, fuck, kitten. Stop." he pulled her head back away from him "As much as I love my cock down your throat. Right now I need to give your pussy what it needs" She just nodded and moved back onto the bed laying in front of him. He smirked eyeing over her body, he reaches down and pulls his belt from the loops. He pushes his jeans the rest of the way down and kicks them off.

"Turn around and get on your knees with your hands behind your back" she obeys, quickly following his orders. She turns onto her stomach, shuffling herself so she was on her knees with her ass up in the air. He brings the belt down on her left ass cheek as she whimpers into the covers, his hand brushing over the red mark that had formed. He reaches down and wraps the belt around her wrists making sure it was tight enough that she wouldn't be able to get out of it. He kneels on the bed behind her and reaches down to brush her hair out of her face.

"Your going to be a good girl and take everyfuckingthing I give you, yes?" she whimpers as he brushes his tip against her folds and she nods slowly to respond to him. He smacks her ass roughly.

"No. You fucking answer me when I ask you something."

Y..yes s...sir"

"Good girl" he pushes his head inside her entrance, groaning at the feeling of her walls wrapping around his member. He could feel her stretching around him. She moans and closes her eyes tightly at the feeling of him entering her. He grips her wrists with one hand and her hip with the other as he continues to push himself into her. He kept going until he was pressed against her, he could feel her arms tensing as her hand balled into fist and her eyes watering as he stretches her to the brim.

"Look at you taking my cock like a good girl" he squeezes her ass and starts to pull himself from her only to thrust sharply back into her. She moans loudly into the bed as he sets his rough pace. His grip on her hands tighten, alongside his jaw and his grip on her hip.

"Sir... Fuck" her words split up by each thrust. He repositions himself so that he could thrust into her at a new angle. She moans out his name as the new angle causes him to hit her g-spot with each thrust. He brings his hand down hard on her ass again causing her to whimper into the sheet below.

"I'm...so...close...sir" she moans as his speed increases.

"That's it, kitten. Cum for me. Tighten that pussy around my cock" she didn't have time to respond as her eyes roll back and she clamps around his pulsing length.

"Fucking hell, kitten" he squeezes her ass roughly as she slowly returns back to reality, her knuckles white from how hard she was gripping her fists.

"Cum..inside..me..sir...please" she whispers as she begins to feel him twitch against her walls. He pulls her back so her back was against his chest, his hand goes from her hip to her neck, pushing her head back onto his shoulder. The new angle reaching places she didn't know she had. His hand grasps her neck tightly cutting her airflow. She gasps as her second wave flows over but this time she has the feeling of his release. His seed shooting deep inside her, he bites down harshly on her shoulder as the pleasure swallows his body.

"Mm, fuck, kitten" he lets her go and she falls to the bed breathing heavily as she tries to regain her breath. He slowly pulls his length from her, some juices instantly spilling from her. He reaches for her wrists undoing the belt from her. He slowly gets to his feet before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. She moves so she could be leant up against him. He brushes his fingers gently of her skin, he takes a moment and peers down at his watch.

*End of Smut*

"Well shit, kitten I've got to go" she groans at the mention of leaving.

"But, Negan,"

"I have to, kitten. You know being the leader and that" she reluctantly moves off him so he could get dressed. She watches him rubbing over her wrists.

"Don't forget to take a pill" he says as he shrugs on his jacket and place shis scarf back on. She stands up taking a hold of the lapels of his jacket pulling him into a kiss. His arm wraps around her waist pulling her body against him, she sighs into the kiss until he breaks.

"I'll be thinking of you, sir" she smiles at him.

"I count on it, kitten. Now be good until I return." she nods in agreement

"You wouldn't want punishment now. Besides I have something in mind for next time. You won't be able say no."

"Of course not, Sir" he smiles at her response as the say their byes. He heads back down the stairs picking up Lucille as he goes. Once he exits the building and collects his men and the stuff they've collected. He waves the leader off and heads back to the Sanctuary.

#Negan #the walking dead #Smut #Negan smut #television #fanfic #negan fanfiction #twd

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Umbrella Academy

season 2, episode 8

Once again- live blogging my thoughts and reactions in one post to avoid spamming.

So this is how the FBI gets their hands on Vanya, huh? Seems most fan theories were wrong.

Oh, Sissy's last name is Cooper!

I did wonder about that -how did remember her name despite forgetting everything else? If she knew her name then she should have been able to remember other little fragments.

Of course the feds focus on the fact that her name is Russian. Cold war bullshit. I guess they think she's a spy or since Russian sleeper soldier or something.

"I'm not Russian" -you kinda are though 😅 Tatiana was Russian and gave birth to you in Moscow sooo...

DID VANYA JUST SPEAK RUSSIAN?!

Is that one of the 7 languages that Reggie all the siblings or....? Does it... Does it have something to do with her powers or her birth place?

"simple-minded boy"? FUCK YOU.😠

"communist threat" there it is 🙄

Oh no, she's losing her cool. Here come the powers... I keep wondering how she does that 'sucking the life' out of someone thing. 🤔

That's a lot of puke.

Poor Five, he's starting to crack under the stress.

Why is Ben gagging? He's dead, he shouldn't be able to feel or smell the puke.

Loving Robert's real curls starting to show.

"I regret nothing" -hmm.... Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.

"there's a giant dead white boy on my couch" 😆

"Oh, I see. It's gonna be one of those kind of nights, huh? So are we burning or burying?" -this is why I love Klaus! He doesn't even flinch, he doesn't care what happened, he doesn't ask, he just immediately decides that he's going to help his sister get rid of a dead body like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Although, it would be interesting if Klaus actual saw the Swede ghosts too. I just want Klaus to be seeing ghosts everywhere again, ok? I want that struggle from season 1 to be brought back and not swept under the rug for plot convenience. As a writer, if you make something an important character trait, you stick with it and they haven't done that with Klaus, they are half-assing his struggle with his powers.

It's the Swede really going to...? Oh good, saved by the cat.

Oh! So that's what "lavender" means! I was right, it was the perfume, it was probably obvious but I'm a little dumb.

Ah! Lila is trying to hire Diego for the Commission???

Diego is so confused.

"colorful history" sounds so wrong and sexual 😣

Diego is so full of bullshit. His loyalties absolutely lie with his family, he's just too defensive to admit it.

Reginald FRAMED Pogo's family drawing? So he's a better dad to the chimp than his own kids, huh?

THE TELEVATOR!!!!!!! PLANS FOR THE TELEVATOR!!!! I love comic references, please tell me we'll see a real televator in the show!

So Reggie really is planning something about JFK...

"are you involved in something nefarious?" "Quite often. Did you have something more specific in mind?" -at least he owns it 😆

"shaggy man" -ah! Poor Diego!

Reggie really loves this Grace, huh? But she has a point.

Five is losing it a bit, huh?

The baby powder 🤣

"I have to find myself" -RIGHT! I was wondering when this would come up! Old!Five was there for the JFK thing so Five just has to find his old self and his briefcase in order to correct all this mess. More comic references!

"arguably the most dangerous assassin in the time-space continuum" -DAMN RIGHT 💯

"paradox psychosis" 🤣I know it's supposed to be super serious but the symptoms are so funny...

"a spotter? What is that? Like a wingman?" 😆 This parallels that "Body man? What's that? Like a masseuse?" line in s02e02 where Five is the confused one.

Five, do you really think your brother can stop you if you spiral? Because I don't.

Luther doesn't have a great attention span, does he?

Harlan's drawing is interesting... I get a feeling it's important.

Shit, they are torturing Vanya!! This is so bad!

LSD? LSD?????? No, that's a terrible idea with her powers!!!

Eeeewwwww the eyeballs! 👁️

That's a hell of a bad trip... The way the music makes with the visuals reminds me of my synesthesia though.

Oh! So this is where the scene of all the adult siblings in the Academy uniforms is from!!! (I remember someone saying it was Diego dreaming of having a drugged hallucination in the asylum, they were pretty close! It's Vanya drugged by the FBI instead!)

"I get you" -that is not the face of a person that gets this at all, Luther!

"Don't freak out." -like that ever worked 😆

Lila trying to have her cake and eat it too with her mom and Diego.

That informational video 🤣🤣🤣

Free coffee! Weekly donuts* (*fees apply)! Wow, so tempting 😒

"whatever your skill, education, or comfort level with moral ambiguity (...)" 😆

Are the Fives just having a staring contest? 🤣🤣

Ah! How can Five be bitchy and aggressive to HIMSELF 😆

"all those years on the apocalypse, we never stopped working about our family." -why does Luther look so damn surprised to hear this?? Why the hell does he think Five is doing so this for?!

Wow, Five is really bitter about his body, isn't he? He's making old!Five so nervous 😅

Oops, there's stage 4 for old!Five!

And there's stage 3 as well and stages 5 and 6 for little!Five.

I get a feeling Five doesn't really have the accurate calculations, he's just lying and using the originals.

"I don't trust him!" -he's... He's you...14 days ago! How do you not trust yourself?

"but he's you" "exactly" 🤣🤣🤣

I'm so afraid how what Diego is going to do. I get a feeling hell fuck up trying to be a misguided hero again...

"I'm Diego. I have a knife." 😆

"it's very shiny" 🤣

So Diego is a legend, huh? 😏

"there's been a coup d'etat" "what's that? Cadillac?" -don't play dumb, Diego, I don't believe for a single second that you don't know what a coup is.

So the new apocalypse WAS Vanya's fault but by proxy (actually more the FBI's fault), she was just a small domino. So literally the only one that didn't actively do anything to impact the timeline ends up being the one doing the most damage (again)? PLOT TWIST!

Oh no, DON'T GET ANY IDEAS ABOUT YOUR SISTER, DIEGO! YOU SAW HOW BADLY THAT ENDED LAST TIME!

No, I refuse to believe "she will always be the bomb" 😠😠😠😠

LOL, hi, Dot!

NO! LUTHER, YOU MORON! DON'T GIVE HIM ALL THAT INFO! YOU'LL CHANGE EVERYTHING AND CEASE TO EXIST!!!

These dumb siblings exhaust me

"little jerk-off" -why are you insulting yourself, you weirdo? 😆

Old!Five with all the PP symptoms and yet he says he never felt better in his life 🤣

"you're getting paranoid" -you both are, and sweaty, itchy and gassy. All that's missing is the homicidal rage at this point 😅

Vanya's hallucination shows us a twisted paranoid view she has of her siblings and it's very interesting:

-Ben is protective, defends her, he can do no harm, probably because he died young so nostalgia blurs her memory of him

-Allison defends her but is also arrogant and condescending, speaking as if she's implying that Vanya is weak, probably because Vanya feels that Allison is perfect and has an inferiority complex

-Luther is just as arrogant and looks down her, calling her lazy, but does so without malice (more mockery than anger)

-Klaus is accusing and suspicious but still on the fence and excitable, probably reflecting Vanya's own doubts and how she herself sees Klaus

-Five just stares, judging and silent but unable to look away, probably because she trusts him but she also doesn't know him, there's the same nostalgia effect as Ben but because Five came back (to stop her) the inferiority and fear of judgement is still there

-Diego is completely different, awkward and detached, this one is the most interesting because he's one of the people that was most vocal and mean against her in season 1 but apparently she sees a kindred spirit in him to an extent, either that or she fears she means nothing to him

Maybe I'm overanalyzing again...

I totally predicted the dishes would be brains but it's still gross.

Ew, the chewing... 😫 It's giving me the creeps.

Why is she seeing Harlan's drawing? She was gone already when he made that particular drawing (I knew it would be important), is she connected to him now??

And how does she remember her own birth??

Holy shit, Harlan is feeling Vanya's pain!!!😲😲😲

"why are people so much heavier when they're dead?" "You got a lot of practice at this?" 😅

Ben and Klaus conversation actually makes me feel a bit better about the possession but it makes no sense at all 🤣

Poor Ray keeps meeting in-laws in the weirdest situations 🤣🤣🤣🤣 his face! 🤝

Ray is having a nervous breakdown 😣 poor guy...

The moment Lila notices Diego is missing, the intercom chimes "Loyalty isn't a choice, it's a lifestyle" and if that isn't foreshadowing for Lila choosing sides then I don't know what is.

This is a really painful way for Vanya to recover her memories but it's so well done!

Holy shit... 😳

Klaus asking the real question here. She's being tortured, Klaus, go help!!!

HOLY SHIT! HARLAN HAS VANYA'S POWERS NOW?!

No, no, no,no, no, no nononononono! This is so bad! A child with a disorder that makes emotions hard to regulate suddenly having an apocalyptic level of power that connects directly to emotion is just a recipe for disaster!

#tua #tua s2 #tua s2 spoilers

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