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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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Remember?

Summary- 1.9k Frank Adler x You. Frank wakes you up at the ungodly hour of 3:30 am and will not even tell you why. Written for @stargazingfangirl18 5k challenge

Warnings- like... barely there mention hint of smut? But just barely? I cant even count it as a warning to be honest.

A/N- so yes this is written for a soft!dark challenge, but dark writing just isn't happening. I went with just soft and with the prompt of lazy make out session.I really wanted to make sure I was giving something to Siri’s challenge because she works so hard on providing us wonderful fics to enjoy, is incredibly supportive and honestly she deserves it. Much love always babes and thank you for all you do.

A/N 2- Can be read as a one shot. It is in the same verse as Oppressive. Also trying out a new site to make moodboards. I kinda like it? what do you all think? And I know the Fort Myers pier is made from concrete, not wood, but I wanted wood. So I went with wood. I always appreciate your thoughts on a fic. Alright, Much Love, Happy Reading! 🌊

“Baby wake up.” You heard a husky whisper in your ear as well as a rough scrape against your shoulder from Franks cheek as he pressed in close to your back, the soft hairs of his chest pressed into your sleepy warm skin and you muttered a no into your pillow as you hid your face into the cotton covers.

He must be out of his ever loving mind to think you were going to wake up at… a quick peek at the old 80’s looking radio clock Frank loved sitting on his night stand. The red numbers were unfocused at first, but blurry sharpened to three thirty am. Yes, your man was crazy to think you were up for anything at all, and the way he was pressed into your ass cheeks, you suspected he woke up early for sex.

That was going to be a hell no. “Frank go back to sleep. I will fuck you later.” You promised as you shifted back into your warm safe hollow. He chuckled gruffly and his hands slid on your hips to twist you to fast him, causing you to sigh and blink up at him. In the dark of the room, his eyes were a dull blue shining down at you amused. You though were no in that same mood as you blinked up at him, pushing a hand against his chest. “Come on Frank, I'm not in the mood. I was sleeping so good.”

“You would think I would wake you up just for sex.” Frank scoffed.

“It wouldn't be the first time.”

“Probably won't be the last either, but that's not what this is about. Come on Sweetheart, get up. I have a surprise.” He tapped your ass and pulled away as you were groaning, knowing sleep simply wasn't going to happen.

“Adler, I swear to all that is holy, this better be good.” You grumbled as you sat up and tried to wake up. Frank came back out with some clothing for you, a pair of capris, tee shirt and undergarments. You looked at the casual clothing and arched your brows. “Where are you dragging me?”

“Its a surprise, trust me, those are appropriate.” He started as he dressed in some old faded blue jeans and grey tee. Wherever he was taking you wasn't going to require dressing up too much, so you just pulled your hair back into a tie, and didn't bother with makeup. He kept glancing at his watch, and by three fifty he had you out the door and to his pickup truck. He tossed a bag in the back and when you went to question it, he shook his head firmly in a no while ushering you into the passenger side. “Part of it, just trust me.”

“I trust you to have something up your sleeve Adler, considering you know I love my sleep in on Saturday Morning.” You grumbled under your breath. Typically you and Frank slept late Saturdays. Mary would go to Roberta’s Friday night for her weekly sleepover that both woman and child insisted on, you and Frank would go to the local bar for a night of cold drinks, games of pool and the occasional dancing when you could get Frank drunk enough to go on the small dance floor. Simple, but you always had a good time. Saturday was recovery day.

So why was he dragging you out of bed on recovery day?

“So a hint?” You decide to pester a bit, sliding closer on the bench seat till you were against his side, his arm circling around your shoulder to tuck you in closer and press a kiss to your temple. You could feel his lips upturned to a smirk against the side of your head.

“You want a hint… It has to be done early in the morning.”

You rolled your eyes at him with a huff, dropping your hand to dance your fingers against a jean clad thigh, making his eyes dart down to your hand. “I want better then that.”

“You are not gonna get it Baby, but you can try your best.”

He really was being serious this time, because he caught your hand from wandering up to far and brought it to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Alright Adler, keep your secrets then.” You let your head rest on his shoulder and eyes close. Frank was stubborn, always had been. You knew when you just had to let it go. You drifted in and out as he sped along the interstate. Soon he was turning off, but you weren't quick enough to catch what the exit was, so still had no idea.

“Are we there?”

“Close, you don't know where we are?” He asked with a slight laugh in his voice. You shrug a bit as you two are driving down the main drag of the area, passing all night gas stations, fast food chain restaurants, outlet stores and parking lots.

“No clue, every place in Florida has this Frank.”

He hummed a bit, slowing to an intersection and flicking on his blinker. “True, but you will soon see.” He winked as he made the turn, pulling away from the city-like area and moving towards the beach strip. Where million dollar homes, hotels, and beach side tourist traps laid quiet in the barely morning hours. It was starting to lighten though, you could see the black blue of the night sky make way for lighter purples and pinks.

So you remained patient, waiting for wherever Frank was taking you. The terrain started to get sandier, the crack of the window took on a breezy salty scent and you could taste the hint of surf and sand in the air. Your lips turned upwards, just that scent alone reminded you of a couple years ago, and it all clicked right where you were.

Your first overnight away from home with Frank was to Fort Myers, a small rundown motel on the beach. The room was iffy, the Ac barely worked, neither of you dared to use the pool. At the time it was all you two could afford. And it was all perfect.

Because that morning, before sunrise, you two escaped to the beach, arm in arm and sat in the dunes to watch the sunrise over the crashing ocean, and all was perfect in the world with each other.

Frank glanced over to see the knowing look on your face, and his own softened in a smile, his hand coming to grasp the inside of your thigh gently, squeezing. “Now you know?” He pulled into an almost deserted parking lot. At the other end were a group of people, unstrapping their boards to get ready to go into the surf.

“Of course Frankie.” You said with a touch of sentiment in your tone as you leaned over to peck his lips and nip at him playfully. “How can I forget?” You pull away suddenly and jump out of the car, yanking off your shoes to ditch in the truck. Frank followed, doing the same with his own boots.

You had already taken off into the sand, making your way towards the surf to dig your feet into the wet sand happily. Now it was getting lighter, those dark purples and pinks made way for the reds and oranges as the barest hint of the sun kissed the horizon.

Frank came up behind, having managed to yank his jeans up partially around his calves and pressed you two to walk out a bit further into the surf, the salt water spritzing you both in a fine cooling mist, clinging to your skin, in your hair, on your clothes. It all brought back the sensations of that first trip together. You fall back into his chest while he dips his head to mouth kisses into your neck, enjoying the quiet of the moment with you in a more physical way for a moment. Making you tilt your head to the side while the sun finally broke.

From the nearby pier, heavy pelicans lined the side to swoop down, skimming over the water in lines, giving the two of you a show all for yourselves, among the surf the small sandpipers chased after the tiny ghost crabs trying to escape back into the surf, all of it made you smile. This felt like home to you, right here with Frank.

“It feels like forever since we have visited.” You finally say as you turn to face Frank, the two of you stepping out of the surf, and hand in hand making your way along the beach's edge towards the pier, the sandpipers running away as fast as they could, a few taking to wing to fly several yards ahead of you to start there search in the surf retreating back from the edge once more.

“Been a couple years at least. I was looking at the calendar and realized an anniversary of ours was coming up.” He mentioned while you two stepped under the pier. A small private world for you two at the moment as far above you people made their way towards the end stretching out over the water, ready to drip lines for fishing in the surf. Here though, underneath it all, was just for you and Frank.

Nothing but water crashing to the shore, wood above your heads and the morning bringing back fond memories. Memories of shared kisses against one of the ageless logs helping to hold the deck yards above them steady, the way your legs wrapped around his hips as he pinned you in place and loved you so freely out in the open where they could be caught. How afterwards Frank said those words that he never uttered to anyone else in the way he said it to you.

Fuck I think I love you.

You thought then you loved him to. Now you knew you did. Your fingers looped in his belt loops and you walked backwards, till your back pressed once more against that sand and salt aged wood, looking up at him in the now very present dawn.

“You know Frank, I think I love you.”

“You know what Y/N, I think I love you too.” He winked, sliding in closer till he was pressed against you, his hands cupping the side of your face and tilting up to meet him, his tongue sliding past soft lips to the sweet heat of your mouth and tangling his tongue with yours. It elicited a soft moan from the back of your throat.

Warming salty air really agreed with Frank, mixing the tastes on your tongue, you curled your arms around his body, clutching at his back as you now clung to him, thoroughly enjoying the way this kiss made you feel.

The sensations of love and passion curling in your belly and your heart thud against your breast bone, absorbing into Frank as he pressed into your body, trying to daze you from rational thoughts, away from the everyday thoughts.

Frank had a talent at making you appreciate the here and now.

And right here, with sand covering your feet, your shirt and pants clinging to you from the ocean spray and your man completely pressing every ounce of his affection into you, you could do nothing but appreciate being in the moment.

“Scratch that, I don't think, I know I love you Frank Adler.” You managed to break out of his kiss for half a second.

“I know you do.” He assured you as he grasped the back of your thighs and lifted you enough to fold your legs around his waist. “I plan on showing you just how I feel.” He promised, the glint in his ocean blue eyes turning mischievously playful under that pier.

#siris5ksoftdarkchallenge #amber writes #sweater writes #frank adler x reader #frank adler x you #gifted au #frank adler fan fic #chris evans characters #remember?#i have a soft spot for this man #cant change wont change #i love just soft sweet moments for him #and making out under a pier is one of those moments #so lets all just give him love #shall we?#thanks for coming to my soft moment

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pettyprocrastination · 3 years

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Dinner for Three

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x Valerie Lord x Black!Fem!Reader

OneShot: This is just a non-canon fic! This is basically placed AFTER the timelines of this fic, just a fun little side ficlet surrounding you and the lords after yall get together in celebration of Valentines day!

*If you want to read the rest of the fic so far here's a link to my masterlist where you can find Rip Out Our Seams & Stitch Us Together*

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: profanity, some groping going on and kissing. That's about it! Fluff and talking of self-worth.

Summary: It's Valentine's Day, you decide to treat Valerie to a nice homecooked dinner, Maxwell joins you when he returns home from work.

If the formatting is fucked im sorry tumblr fucked this like three times today im just trying to get it POSTED for you all.

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Notes: BIG thank you to @ficsilike-reblogged who bought me a kofi! I know i was meant to do asomething shorter but i couldn't help myself! Also my usual big thanks for the ever lovely @teaofpeach for editing for me you are an absolute treat my dear ily <3

(i coudn't find any good lasagna gifs the TRAGEDY)

“What in God’s name are you wearing?”

You turned around at the shocked voice to see Valerie standing in the kitchen doorway, red painted lips dropped open.

You grinned and planted your hands on your hips with pride. “My Valentine’s Day outfit! You don’t like it?”

Her face fell flat as she looked you up and down; the main culprit of her disdain was the shirt you wore, buttoned neatly and covered in hearts. “Hon, you look like a cartoon character.”

You wiggled your brows. “A sexy cartoon character?”

“Remind me again why I love you?”

Hearing the word ‘love’ from Valerie Lord would never not send your heart into a frenzy. It had been months since the gala, since they had told you about their feelings with courage brought on my champagne and their own confessions to one another.

They finally had each other, why couldn't they have you as well?

Of course, that didn’t mean there wasn’t a… learning curve. When it came to the relationship, Valerie was bad at sharing her feelings. Sure, she’d say when she didn’t like somebody, or when she thought certain food tasted bad or when Maxwell’s new cologne smelled like rat shit. But she wouldn’t tell you when she was sad, insecure or felt like she wasn’t enough for the both of you.

Maxwell was too concerned with the outer view of the relationship, as he had been with Valerie since they got married. It was suspicious of course, for him to be seen leaving with a “mystery woman” without his wife around, so he took certain precautions. When out and about, he would take too much time fretting over the cameras and questions than you.

These precautions nearly cost them your relationship, their sweet girl who brought them together and showed them love and care and made them realize while they couldn't live without each other, they couldn’t live without you as well.

But now, they knew this. That you weren’t a fling who could be replaced. Your nimble fingers had stitched their beating hearts back together with a golden thread they wouldn’t dare untie from your own.

You turned away from the heiress and back to the stove as you stirred the red sauce in front of you.

“As abhorrent as that shirt is-” Her voice purred in your ear as her arms slid around your waist and pulled your back flush against her- “I love you in those jeans.”

You chuckled and kept your eyes on the task at hand as you slowly stirred. “As much of a compliment that is, Mrs. Lord, why don’t you keep those hands to yourself until I put this on the stove, alright?”

She hummed, contemplative before pressing her lips to the crook of your neck. “So mean to me baby.”

Her hands toyed with your belt loop, a painted nail hooking your shirt and slowly sliding it out from where it was tucked.

You sucked in a sharp breath. “Valerie.”

“What? Can’t I show my pretty baby some love on Valentines day?”

“Not while I’m cooking on a hot stove, little-miss-gropey.” A quick slap to her wrist with the wooden spoon made her yelp and yank her hands away from you.

“Bitch!”

You turned and pursed your lips. “Aww, poor baby, want me to kiss it better?”

She grumbled under her breath, taking in the splattered food on her wrist from the spoon before swiping her finger through it and bringing it to her mouth.

“Maybe you can kiss my ass instea- Oh, damn that’s good.”

Her eyes widened and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of such a high and mighty woman licking the back of her hand.

“Is that-”

“Basil?” She hummed at the taste. “I’m glad you enjoy it. It’s my father’s recipe.”

Valerie watched you as you cooked. Methodically adding each ingredient while humming along to the radio and swaying from side to side.

“You don’t talk about him much.”

Valerie knew you were different than her and Maxwell. Your childhood wasn’t full of flashing cameras, propping questions, and hiding tears behind fake smiles to reporters. When your father was brought up in conversation, you didn’t bristle or change the subject. You would smile.

She wasn’t jealous of that joy. That love you had from your family. She’s grateful for it, that amongst the struggles you had, there was also support and happiness.

“He doesn’t come up in conversation often.” Valerie’s hands once more wrapped around your waist, but simply settled at your hips. Her body was flush with your own and she let her head rest on your shoulder, gently swaying with you as you continued to cook.

“Tell me about him.”

She saw the small smile that graced your lips, mourning and grateful all at once as you spoke of him.

“He used to say that as people, we’re a collection of those around us. The ones we’ve loved. All their little mannerisms and tics become a part of who we are. And that we do the same for other people who love us.”

As you slowly set the pasta onto the bottom of the pan and began to layer the sauce, she wondered who you were an amalgamation of. Was the way you tilted your head back as you laughed from an old flame?

Was the way you sang and shook your hips from a best friend when you were young, who you wished had been more?

Were the soft kisses you press to the tip of their noses something given to you? Or an act of love learned by watching your parents?

Did you have anything of hers? Of Max’s?

Did they have anything of yours?

“I see it in you and Max, yanno.” You stepped back to open the oven and settle the pan on the top rack before shutting it. “You both do a lil’ nose scrunch when you get angry.”

“What?” She drew back from your body, unintentionally wrinkling her nose in the process. “We do not.”

You pulled her close to your body again. Your arms settled around her waist as you slowly moved side to side. You hummed along to the smooth voice of Grover Washington Jr. that danced from the radio and filled the large kitchen, empty except for the two of you.

“Sure do. You're also both very boujee-”

“Hey.”

“A touch temperamental-”

“I’ll give you that one but-"

“As well as emotionally constipated-”

“Excuse me?”

“And yet-” You hummed, letting your head drop forward to rest against hers, nose bumping against hers in a gentle caress- “I can’t help but love you both every damn day.”

Her blue eyes widened, before she groaned and shoved her face into your shirt.

“You fucking sap.” She lifted her head to yours and kissed you. The melody curled around you as she wrapped her arms around your neck and tugged you flush against her. A soft moan broke from her lips as you ran your hands over the plush skin of her ass.

You pulled away long enough to press a kiss to the tip of her nose, giggling when her face scrunched up in response. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Val."

Valerie Lord never thought she’d have this. This love and security. The ability to smile and kiss and dance on a Sunday night in the arms of a lover. She didn’t think she’d ever have a day where she felt love, a love she wasn’t afraid to admit.

Especially to two people.

The pair of you danced in silence, listening to the lyrics that serenaded the way you spun her and the laugh that bubbled up her chest her perfect, pinned, blonde curls came loose.

And darling when the morning comes

And I see the morning sun

I wanna be the one with you.

When Maxwell came home, he noticed how quiet the house was. No chatter or footsteps along the hardwood floors. He knew what day it was, of course he did. He wasn’t an idiot. Valentine’s Day wasn’t a special day with the Lords. It never had been.

But of course, that was before they met you.

Maxwell never saw that love with his parents. His mother was cold and cruel, and while his father was a good man, he knew he didn’t love her. He didn’t blame him for it. But now he felt it. The way his heart would hammer against his ribs so hard he wondered if you could hear him. The way all his stress and anger would melt away the moment Valerie’s hands held his face in a grasp like that used to carry a bird with a broken wing.

He didn’t think it was possible to love. To desire and need somebody as much as he did you two. Now he did, and he wouldn’t go back to a life without it for all the money and power in the world.

The sound of smooth sax caught his attention. Slowly, he set down his briefcase and followed the music until he found himself in front of the kitchen.

This. Maxwell thought as he watched the two of you, your eyes shut as you held one another in a close embrace as swayed. This is why he did it all.

The long hours, the greuling work and idiotic employees. If he could come home to this everyday, it’d all be worth it.

He leaned against the doorway, watching you two until your own eyes opened and met his.

“Happy to finally have you with us monopoly-man.”

He snorted at your lovingly crude nickname. “It was a long day at work.” Gone was the fake ‘apple-pie-and-picket-fence’ accent he forced himself to use at work when he spoke and you loved it. To see the real Maxwell was a privilege, one you would never take for granted.

“Every day at work is a long day for you.”

Before he could retort, his wife unwrapped her arms from you and walked over to her husband. Valerie cupped his face in her hand and led him to her lips with a soft moan. Maxwell melted into the kiss with ease, all thoughts of work and conference calls vanished into thin air as his wife’s fingers carded through his hair. She pulled away with a wet pop and ran a thumb over the smudged lipstick on his face.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dear.”

Maxwell let his hand run over her bottom lip with a lazy smile. She was magnificent like this. Not preened or pinned or posed. She was messy and unkempt and happy. She never looked more breathtaking than in those moments.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.”

Her eyes flicked over his crisp suit and her sweet smile was replaced with a groan.

“Son of a bitch you fuckers are matching!”

You shrieked with laughter while Valerie pointed an accusatory finger at the heart-covered tie that lay on her husband’s chest.

“You tacky traitor!”

You leaned over and pressed your lips to his cheek, his hand coming to rest at the small of your back.

“Aw don’t worry, Max. She’s just jealous she isn't matching with us.”

Valerie reared back. “I’ll be caught dead before I ever-”

“Alastair sent them to us.”

A moment of silence passed before she spoke again, more offended than annoyed.

“And he didn’t send one for me?”

Maxwell smirked at his wife, fishing out a small white box and presenting it to her.

“Our son knows his mother wouldn’t be caught dead in anything with gaudy patterns.” He opened the box and she took in the red heart earrings with a smile.

Which was ultimately ruined by you.

“Aw, he boujee just like his mama!”

Before either one could snap back at you, a small ding sounded through the kitchen and you moved quickly over to the oven.

“You know-” Maxwell spoke as he put the earrings on his wife with gentle hands- “We have a chef for a reason.”

You brought out the pan and set it onto the stove, taking in the savory smell with a proud smile.

“Well, fine then. Go get your cook to make you dinner if you want to complain.”

“Wait. Wait, no that not- that’s not what I meant- I’m starving, please.”

Valerie moved around her husband, taking a bottle of red wine and bumping his hip with hers. “Just set the table Maxwell, we both know how you can make it up to her later. It’s a special day after it all.”

Her husband loosened his tie and grinned at you in a way that made you think he wanted to eat you for dinner instead of the meal you prepared.

“Lovely idea, darling.”

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taenamseok · 6 years

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The Fall of Olympus

Masterlist

Main pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Being a demigod isn't easy, especially when you don't know who your immortal parent is. When Olympus is threatened, and all demigod are called to help protect it, you discover a major secret. Will you protect Olympus or turn against the gods?

Warnings: dirty talk, daddy kink, oral (male receiving, slight female receiving), praise, overstimulation, cream pie, blackout

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Chapter Twelve

You step out into the alley with the men close behind you. Yoogni entwines his fingers with yours as you walk towards the street. "Well, I'm going to find a bar so I can sleep at someone's house tonight. You two have fun." Astraeus sighs, taking a left while you two take a right. You walk hand in hand up to the apartment and he unlocks the door, allowing you to step in before him. As soon as you're in the apartment you feel a strong hand grabs your arm roughly, and your back hits the door. You groan in pain but your groan is quickly silenced by soft lips pressed firmly on yours.

The kiss is quickly deepened as he grabs both of your wrists, pinning them above your head with one of his strong hands. You gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He presses his chest closer to yours as his knee slips between your legs, closing any gaps between you. His free hand slips between you two, harshly groping your breast. You moan as his lips leave yours, placing quick pecks down your jaw to your neck. His lips place open mouthed kisses all the way to your collar bone. He lets go of your arms, helping you out of your jacket. He tosses it to the side and focuses his attention on your heaving chest. He grabs the top of your tank top, fingers slipping into your bra and tugging down on it. You yelp as the straps break on your tank top and bra.

"Yoongi! That was one of my favorite bras!" You shout. "Damn, I'll buy you another one." He growls. His mouth immediately attaches to the soft skin of your breast. His tongue flicks over your sensitive bud. He takes it into his warm mouth, his teeth nipping harshly. You cry out in pain. "What the hell?" You whine. "That's for not calling me Daddy." He smirks. He stands back, eyes roaming your exposed chest and he groans. He reaches and pulls off the ripped clothing that's covering your torso, tossing it to join your jacket.

His hands attatch to your breasts, his veins popping as he grabs them. The rough pads of this thumbs graze over your nipples, causing you to sigh in pleasure. "Fuck, Kitten. I love these so much. So perfect." He says. You can feel your panties dampen at his words. You suddenly feel a surge of energy run through your body. You grab his wrists and spin your bodies around, his back causing a loud thump as it hits the door. "Aw, does Daddy's Kitten want to be in charge?" He smirks. You don't reply as you fall to your knees, quickly undoing his belt.

"Someone's eager." He chuckles as you pull his belt from the loops and unbutton his pants. You tug his pants down to the middle of his thighs, revealing the tent in his boxers. You see a small wet patch forming in the fabric. You smirk and place soft kisses from the base to the tip, wrapping your mouth around his clothed tip and sucking his precum through his boxers. "Shit." He hisses, hands quickly tangling in your hair.

Your fingers hook under his waistband, slowly pulling them down. His cock springs free, hitting his stomach. He sighs as the cool air hits his hot length. You wrap your hand around it and dip your head down, looking him in the eyes as your tongue slides up the bottom of his shaft, right along a thick vein and up to his tip, gathering the precum on your tongue. He shivers and groans, soft lips parted, shallow breaths escaping, lashes fluttering against his rosey cheeks.

You place a light kiss on his tip before taking it into your mouth, closing your lips around the ridge. You give a few kitten licks to his slit, not minding his slightly bitter taste. You bob your head down half way, your tongue wetting his cock. You pull back to his tip and close your eyes, taking a deep breath through your nose before taking him all the way into your mouth. Your nose brushes against his neatly trimmed hair as your throat contracts around him. He shouts, his head hitting hard against the door as his face twists in pleasure. "Fuck!" He cries. You bring your head back, continuing a medium pace, taking your time and deep breaths, allowing him to hit the back of your throat.

His grunts and moans that slip through his lips cause a pool in your panties. Your hands grip his thighs and you rub yours together, searching for any friction to relieve you. His fingers grip your hair tightly, causing you to moan around his cock. He groans loudly, the vibrations your moan adding a new source of pleasure. His hips buck forward, unable to hold back anymore. His cock slide down your throat, causing you to gag around him. He groans, ignoring your nails in his thighs as he fucks your throat. Tears flow down your cheeks and saliva mixed with precum drip down your chin as you close your eyes, trying to focus on breathing and relaxing your throat for him. His rough pace causes your teeth to graze his shaft and he moans loudly at the feeling.

You look up and see sweat dripping down from his forehead, eyes shut tightly and face twisted in pleasure. He opens his eyes slightly, meeting your gaze. "So fucking perfect, kitten. You're so fucking perfect." He gasps, his legs shaking. "Just a l-little lo-ng-ah!" He groans, and you sputter as his warm cum shoots down your throat. He pulls out slightly, his bitter ropes releasing on your tongue. "Swallow it, kitten. All of it." He commands and you do, poking out your tongue to catch the little bit that dribbled out from the corner of your lips, bringing your hand up to wipe away the saliva on your chin.

He grabs your hand pulls you up, his lips catching yours. One arm wraps around your waist the other cups your cheek. "I love you so fucking much." He whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. "I love you too, Daddy." You reply. He walks you backwards, the back of your knees eventually hitting the arm of the couch. You sit down on it and Yoongi's hands make their way back to your breasts. He massages them, causing you to sigh. "I love these. But you wanna know what I love more?" He asks and you nod. He pulls you up, quickly turning you around and pushing your back, causing you to bend over the arm of the couch. Your face rests on the cushion as his hands glide over your ass.

His fingers travel to your front, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down. You step out of them, placing your feet further apart and bend your back, causing your ass to pop out more. You hear him groan and shift, and a warm breath fanning over your dripping core. "This." He mumbles, pressing his lips to your slit. "This is my favorite thing." You whine as he pulls away, and you hear a rustling behind you. His hands again rest on your ass cheeks as he places light kisses to your clothed core. "Shit, you're fucking soaked, Kitten. Did Daddy's cock in your mouth work you up this much?" He mumbles, the vibrations causing you to whine. His tongue slips out from between his lips, licking you over your panties. You moan, the pressure of his tongue sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

"I have to taste you, kitten." He says, his finger hooking under your panties, pulling them to the side to expose your drenched slit. His tongue quickly dips into your hole, the warm muscle rolling inside of you, gathering your juices and disappearing. "Fuck, you taste so good. I wish I could taste more, but that's for another time. Right now I need to be inside of you." He growls. You nod and reach down, hooking y ur thumbs into your panties to pull them down, but a harsh smack lands on your ass. "No way, kitten. No time. I already ruined your bra, so I'm going to ruin these pretty panties too." He says. "You don't mind Daddy filling you with his cum, right?" He asks. "Please, Daddy. I want it. I need you so bad." You whine. "That's my good girl." He chuckles.

You feel his thumb brush against your slit as he pulls your panties to the side. You let out a loud moan as he slides into you. He bends over you, letting out a shaky sigh as he slides all of way in. "You feel so f-fucking good, kitten. You take me in so well. You're so wet I slid right in." He groans. You whine and push your hips back. "What is it, baby? What do you want? Use your words." He asks. "P-please move. Please fuck me." You beg. "Good girl." He praises.

He stands up and pulls out, only leaving his tip in before slamming into you. You cry out as he continues at a relentless pace, his balls slapping against your clit, causing an extra wave of pleasure each thrust. You feel a drip of sweat hit your back, running down the length of your spine. You feel the knot in your stomach intensify. "D-Daddy." You whine into the cushion. "Dont cum until I say, kitten." He groans. You feel his hand dip down between your legs, immediately finding your clit. He pinches at the swollen bud, rolling it between his fingers. He bends over you, allowing himself to slam into you at a new angle. He rams into your g-spot as his fingers abuse your clit.

You moan as the knot unravels, your orgasm washing over you. "Shit! Did you really just cum? I didn't tell you to cum, kitten. Now, we're going to try this again. You don't cum until I say so." He growls, continuing to ram into you and rub your clit. You cry out, the stimulation too much for you. You try to wriggle away, but his grip on you is tight. "This is a punishment, kitten. You take your punishment." Yoongi groans. Your walls convulse around him, causing him to moan. "So fucking tight, baby. Cum, kitten." He sighs. A few more circles over your sensitive bud and he pulls another orgasm out of you, more intense than the last. "Fuck!" You hear him shout, and feel something warm paint your walls before your vision turns black.

There's ringing in your ears. You feel something warm on your cheek and hear a faint voice. You slowly open your eyes, the light blinding you. "Y/N? Are you alright?" You hear Yoongi ask, worry prominent in his voice. You groan as you rub your eyes. "Baby! Oh my goodness, I was so worried." He sighs, leaning down and hugging you. You sit up on the couch, your head pounding. "I shouldn't have been so rough on you. I'm sorry."

"Its okay, Daddy. I can handle it." You smile. He smirks and places a hand on your cheek, your head tilting into it. "You're perfect, Y/N. You're so good to me." He says. You stand up, but immediately fall back onto the couch. He chuckles as your eyes widen. "Are you sure I'm off the hook?" He asks. "As long as you carry me." You giggle. He nods and slides one arm around your back and the other under your knees. He lifts you up and you wrap your arms around his neck. "With pleasure, my love." He smiles, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. "Although you just blacked out, I think it's bedtime." He says and you nod, rubbing one of your eyes. "You're so cute, kitten." He smiles, carrying you to the bed.

He places you down gently before leaving for the bathroom. He comes back with a wet washcloth. He sits at the edge of the bed and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. You shiver as you feel something spill out of your slit and drip onto the bed. "Damn, I really did fill you." Yoongi chuckles, wiping it up. When you're clean he tossed the cloth in the hamper and goes to the drawer, grabbing you a clean pair of panties. He slides them onto you, laying down on the bed next to you. You both adjust so he can pull the covers over you. He wraps his arms around you and you rest your head on his chest. He places a kiss on your forehead while slowly rubbing your back. It doesn't take you long to drift to sleep.

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Becoming a Savior (3) NeganXReader

I regretted my weakness. I should've stood up to Negan and told him to fuck off. I'm special to him, and I somehow knew he wouldn't kill me. But a large part of me didn't know if there was truth to that. I was terrified every time my door opened, fearing I would see him.

It became about noon the next day when my door opened. My heart pounded, waiting to see who it was. My heart dropped when I discovered it was him. I cowered into the corner, slightly whimpering. I was broken. I now understood how so many people could bow down to him. He was hypnotizing.

Instead of enticing me to come out of my cell, he stepped inside. Lucille was tucked into his belt loop, and he crouched down to me, his breath lightly touching my eye lids. His breath was cold, and was hinted of peppermint.

I was madly confused and scared when he leaned in for what seemed to be a hug, but instead, helped me to my feet. I didn't want to leave my cell. I felt safe, which was so twisted. His leathered arm was wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me to his side. He was warm and comforting, but I knew he was the opposite of that. My heart beat incredibly fast, and I managed to shake the thoughts of terror from my mind.

Stay strong, Y/N.

He walked me through the halls, men and women bowing down. Except we didn't go to his room. We went to a completely new room, except it was more of a large boiler room. It was giant, and tables were set up of food and supplies. There were crowds and crowds of people who all took a knee at once. They kept their eyes down, and I sensed strong fear. Negan walked me up to a table of clothes, all different sizes and kinds. My stomach crunched when I noticed they were all stolen, or stolen off of the dead. Negan picked out a few t shirts and a few pairs of jeans. We started to walk back and he pulled me in closer whispering in my ear,

“I've got a surprise for you.”

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I stood in a bathroom, clothes in hand. I stared at myself for a long time. It had been literally years since I looked at my reflection. My cheekbones were very hollow, along with my ribs. My eyes were a duller green. My hair had grown to be darker, and my skin was tougher and not a feminine smooth. However, I was clean due to a real shower Negan let me have. I was standing, looking at my “surprise.”

Negan had brought me black lace underwear. I looked nothing like a Victoria’s Secret model. I looked like a starving woman in sexy underwear.

I changed into the clothes, wearing skinny jeans torn at the knees and a black men’s t shirt. My worn boots were fine, so I kept them. I was afraid to leave the bathroom. The word “rape” kept circling my mind. I would kill the bastard if he even tried. But when I did manage to leave, Negan was waiting for me. He smiled, biting his lip.

“Damn girl. I like it.”

I crossed my arms, and refused to make eye contact. I wanted to scream and cry, but there on his lap laid Lucille. He saw my discomfort, and raised a brow. He was about to protest, but I stopped him in fear he would attack me or no reason at all.

“Thank you, the donation was very kind of you.” I cringed at my words, but I was willing to say anything to make him happy. What I really wanted to say was, “I'm going to fucking kill you in your sleep but before I do I'm going to burn your precious Lucille and feed you her god damn ashes.”

Negan nodded. He stood and stepped very close to me. I could hear his light breathing and I could feel his warmth emulate off his body. “Well, you have your first work today.”

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I was assigned to laundry, with a timid woman named Sherry, outside. She wore a very nice dress with wedged heels. Her appearance shocked me.

“Does everybody live the high life here?” I asked her, scrubbing a shirt with my knuckles. She nervously giggled.

“Yep, I suppose so.”

I could tell by her shaking voice, she was scared by her fellow group members. I scanned the area, and recognized a few men from the woods. I pinned the shirt to a clothesline. It was silent for a while, but then Sherry spoke when the man closest to us walked away.

“Just continue to show disinterest. He’ll eventually get bored.” She hissed, grabbing onto my bicep desperately.

“Eventually?” I whispered, looking around.

“He has others he can use. He doesn't need you. Just keep fighting it.” She whispered, letting me go.

“Others?!” I scoffed, still remaining quiet. Sherry looked to fence, the man coming back from the perimeter.

“This goes deeper than you think.” She whispered, staring at her clothes.

“Does he…..rape them?” I whispered, scrubbing socks.

“Oh god no. But the girls here...” Sherry began, pinning a shirt to the clothesline. “Keeping Negan happy ensures they stay a Savior.”

“Savior?” I questioned, pausing my work.

“We are the Saviors. And now you are too.”

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I still slept in my cell, but now I had a blanket and pillow with a glass of water. After laundry, Sherry offered to show me around. I learned about the compound, all its exits and main “people places.” She then took me to “The Staircase.” which was her secret place to confer.

“I can help you escape, but you have to blend in for a while. You have to make them believe you are a true Savior.” Sherry urged me.

“How the fuck do I do that?!” I asked.

“Don't commit to Negan. Keep fighting it. I'll make sure he doesn't kill you. But you have to follow the rules. If he is not with you, you take a knee. It's a rule.” Sherry shivered. She continued.

“You are Negan now. If he asks you who you are, you are Negan. Don't steal. Now, you can say no to his...advances.” Sherry hurried. “But know that you will owe him.”

“Owe him what?” I quivered, the pure thought of Negan making my blood boil.

“Work, favors, anything he can conjure up.” Sherry groaned.

After our tour, she got me dinner which was two slices of bread and stale potato chips. The sky and attitude was dark by the time she guided me back to my cell. Negan was waiting, leaned up against the wall. He looked at me with a sharp hunger in his eyes. Sherry tensed up, and slowly brought herself to the floor, but Negan stopped her.

“No need, Sherry.” Negan purred, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

Sherry squeezed my hand once and then left. Her eyes said,

“Be strong.”

I felt as if my friend abandoned me. Although I met her in that one day, I trusted her greatly. She was my key to escape. Watching her turn the corridor made me want to cry out for her. I was left alone with him.

Negan waltzed over to me, pulling me closer to him by the waist. My body tensed up, turning into a solid brick. He started on the path to his room. My heart pounded so hard I couldn't hear anything else. There was no way in hell I was sleeping with this prick.

“Negan?” I swallowed. “What are we doing?” I spoke confidently, despite my genuine fear.

“I thought it’s be fun to have a chat.” Negan smiled down at me, his salt and pepper beard catching my eye. My body became less tense at that statement. We reached his room, and he shut the door. My body instantly became tense again, as if it were working like a switch. I stood in the middle of the room, my arms at my sides. He hung Lucille up on two nails that were nailed into the wall. He winked at me as he walked over to his kitchen. He was whistling something strange, like a two note whistle.

When he turned around, he smiled to see I wasn't holding his Lucille, about to pound him. He held two glasses of red wine, and he handed one to me. I took it cautiously. He then sat at the edge of his bed, urging me to sit next to him.

I did, the soft sheets a bizarre feeling against my ass. I stared down down at the red liquid, while my thumb traced the rim of the wine glass.

“I know it's tough being here,” Negan started. “You were a lone wolf, and now you have to be in a pack.”

“So you do believe me?” I asked him. Negan nodded, taking a swig of his wine, leaving his lips a darker red. I was expecting relief from his answer, but only felt disgust. I gritted my teeth. “Then why did you kill that Hilltop man?”

“Because they couldn't pay up. You didn’t have a part in it.” Negan chuckled.

“So you just take supplies from communities and kill one of their members if they don't ‘pay up’?” I snarled in anger.

Negan flashed his hollow eyes at me. “We all have to do things to survive. And not entirely. I provide them protection in return for their shit. Their shit, is my shit. New world order, sweetheart.”

I shook my head. If I said another word, I'd surely be on the other side of Lucille. My blood boiled, and I couldn't contain myself. I had bitten my tongue too much.

“Does the new world order include having sex slaves and people who fear you?!”

Negan chuckled, taking another swig of wine. He remained completely calm as an excited gloss scanned across his eyes. “These people have a fucking choice. We all do.”

“Yeah, die slowly or die in one day.” I snapped. Negan still had a steady grin, and he looked deep into my eyes for a moment.

“You’ve killed people to get things. I know you have, Y/N.” Negan said in a low voice.

I twitched at his statement. He was right. I had killed people who meant nothing to me before. I had an “it's either me or them” mentality for a long time. I looked back down at my wine, resisting the urge to pour it into his face.

“Alright Y/N,” Negan started. “Let's play a game. I ask you about your life. If I get it right, you drink. If I get it wrong, I drink.”

I rolled my eyes. “Do I have choice?”

“Nope.” Negan chuckled. “Were you a receptionist at a law firm?”

I scoffed. “How useless do you think I am?” Negan laughed and took a drink of wine. “I was hotel receptionist while I was in college studying to be a vet.”

“Damn, so close. Okay, you drove stick shift.”

I brought the glass to my lips and took a sip. The wine was strong, but just what I needed in this world.

“You’re favorite flavor is banana.”

“What kind of question is that?” I smiled. Negan returned the favor. It was silent for a moment.

“I was right.”

“About what?” I said. “It's vanilla.”

“You look so damn pretty with a smile,” he said, his eyes flickering at me with desire. My face blushed at his words, and my head felt hot. I brought my wine glass up.

“So I guess I was wrong.”

We both took a generous gulp of the wine.

The game continued and before I knew it, it was about midnight. We were both drunk, Negan being wasted.I was completely shocked to be having a good time. We were both laughing and sharing stories from before the world ended. It was as if I was meeting a new, rational person. In the moment I had completely forgotten about his evil side.

I finally snapped to, and realized I need to leave, immediately. This wasn’t right. I stood up to leave, but Negan stopped me. He placed his hand on my cheek, and I tried to swift away from it. His arms quickly moved to my waist, and he held me against him. He was warm and comforting, but I started remember what he was really like, making me tense. He leaned in close, and I tightened my eyes shut. He breathed into my ear,

“Try to smile more, doll.”

He then let me go. I went to open the door, and was startled to see Dwight standing there. Negan had picked up the wine bottle and started drinking directly from it.

“Dwight, walk Y/N to her room.” Negan slurred.

#negan #negan fanfiction #imagine #thewalkingdead #twd

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