#band psychos bingo challenge 2021

[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Running Away

Pairing: Sam W. x Reader

Pov: Reader/Sam

Warnings: Panic, anxiety, being scared, mature content, talk of sex, Sam, inner thoughts

Summary: With Y/n and Sam only being together for a short time, when Y/n learns she pregnant she freaks thinking every bad thought about the things that could go wrong.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: This is Dominant Sam I'm talking about here, but also a protective Sam. This is for band--pyschos 1.5 followers bingo writing challenge.

Square: First Child

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TagList: @sweetdetectivequeen @wonderfulworldofwinchester @band--psycho

So, maybe I've been with Sam for a few months, but it's not that big of a deal. We're just a once in a blue sorta thing. Sam and I yes live together alongside his brother Dean, but I don't mean that Sam and I share a bed you know.

Okay well, maybe we do share a room. We share a comfy large bed when a hunt goes bad, or Sam wants to release some tension. We go and let go of our bodies' tension. Together we let everything go, and we sort of become one.

Sam is a giant teddy bear, but when he's had enough put onto his shoulders he needs someone to ground him, that someone for right now just so happens to be me. Bad hunts turn into long, fast, and hard nights.

Nights when Sam drags on, his large hands wrapped my throat pinning me down to the fluffy bed. My nails leaving red marks down his muscled back. His hips snapping against my cervix, his lips leaving bruises on my skin.

The way he'd snap his hips into me as I rode into him. In moments like these Sam was my cowboy, and I was his baby girl. The loud grunts and moans that echoed off the motel, or bunker walls were the most amazing sound to my ears.

The sound of our skin slapping together, and the dominant nature of Sam, his almost animalistic way of fucking me. I wasn't a virgin when I met Sam and Dean, I wasn't a virgin when Sam first came to me with this idea of friends with benefits.

But even without being a virgin, taking Sam for the first time. That made me feel like I had died and came back to life. I know saying that seems probably very odd, but Sam there is something about him that makes him so fucking... fuckable.

The moment that I came down from my high and he laid on top of me, trying his hardest to not lay all his weight on me, I reveled in those moments. Was this what it was like to fall in love with someone?

Would Sam really want that? Would I be enough for Sam?

Months it went on like this, bad hunts or just wanting to let go. It went back and forth. The deal that we held, was for the both of us, and usually, we needed each other at the same time.

Bumping into each other, cute moments. Moments when I would try to put more effort into it. I learned real quick that Sam had a thing for lace and the color red. Something about the way it felt against his hands, or how it looks against my skin tone.

Nothing's more special than having your boy toy pull off your lace panties with his teeth while he makes direct contact. Again there was that dominating nature of Sam. Sometimes my mind would float to what it would be like with Dean, but I would be very much slapped out of that thinking when Sam would snap his hips into me and ask me 'who do you belong to?' or 'Who owns your body?'.

This of course in my world would only last for so long. Something always had to go wrong. So wrong that everything that I had worked for wasn't worth it. Wasn't worth it, if I would just be crashed in the end. I didn't think any wrong could come from fucking my best friend in a way.

Because that was Sam and I are.. were. We are friends, best friends, who know everything about each other, who know when the other is about to have a break or the other needs space. What happens when Sam finds out about this.

This is a normal fuck up that be taken care of. This is my fuck up, this fuck up is huge. He won't want to stay. No, see I've ruined this for the both of us.

What happens if Sam. What if? That's the big question stop overreacting. You've spent time with Dean, ask your question then act, not the other way around. You need to actually find out if your pregnant.

'pregnant' "FUCK" I said out loud rather loud, louder than I should have said it. "Y/n you okay?" I outside the bathroom door. Panicking I slipped the pregnancy test into my sweater pocket. "Yep, I'm super," I said and unlocked the door, slipped by Sam. Smiling before I casually walked away from him. Panicking on the inside.

"what am I going to do?" I asked myself under my breath. "A Winchester baby, a baby, my baby," I said hushed under my breathe. A tap to my shoulder pulled me from my very important inner monologue.

"Y/n, what's wrong with you?" Sam said wrapping his hand around my shoulder. Mouth left gaped open. "Y/n?" Sam repeated, just my name this time made everything worse. The echo of Sam's voice grunting and moaning my name as he comes down from his high.

"Sam," I said looking up at him. These were moments that I said he was a huge teddy bear. Worry crossed his handsome face. "Y/n what's wrong?" Again he forced his first question.

"Nothing Sam. Just let it go." I said tapping his hand on my shoulder. There was a look of upset confusion on Sam's face. "Y/n don't you dare pull away from me, especially after what we have together," Sam said as I walked away. I stopped and thought about it. 'Don't pull him into it, you just take care of it.' I just kept walking.

I made sure that the pregnancy test was really correct, by going to a doctor's office. "You're about six weeks along." The doctor said. More panic. More anxiety, more questions, more thoughts. That drive back to the bunker I was fighting the idea of leaving.

If I just left, what if I just didn't come back. 'No go back and try to hide it, say you're sick, hide in your room. You won't be able to hide it for long' Sam will question you, Sam will notice, he'll notice your body change, he'll notice everything Y/n.

When I got back Sam was waiting for me in the library. "Where were you Y/n?" he asked me as I passed by him "I was out," I said passing quickly. Trying to stay away from him, the closer I am to Sam the harder it is to not tell him the truth. The grip of his hands around my wrist is so powerful, so strong.

"Stop running away. I just need you Y/n I thought..." Sam paused looking down at my body and then to my wrist. "Sam let go of my wrist. You're hurting me." I said ripping my arm from his grasp. Stomping away and down the louder echoing bunker hallway.

'LEAVE' 'No stop he's right you made a promise, a deal.' "Stop" Fighting with myself was the worst of all of this. You can't run away from yourself. No knock at my door, but I wouldn't have known. I had taken a nap my thoughts clouding my mind. Waking up to a quiet bunker and a note stuck to the coffee machine. "Y/n whatever is going on.

That's what I'm here for. Please baby girl. I don't know what to do. Shoot me a message, or even text Dean. Just let me know you're okay." Signed Sam. Yet another wave of new thought, new emotions. I want to stay, but it wouldn't be good for either of us. Nobody benefits from this.

A normal hunts take Dean and Sam about a week tops so with the letter that Sam left behind I can only imagine that Sam is pushing Dean to hunt a lot faster. Get the hunt over and done with come home and figure out what is wrong with me.

I say I've got two days tops before the boys get back. To toggle with the idea of leaving. Two days doesn't seem like enough time, but I need to not trap them in a situation like this. Sam doesn't need to have another thing on his shoulders, Dean doesn't need the worry or the panic. Of a Winchester baby.

Taking a long walk around the bunker brought memories alive in my mind's eye. The great, the good, and the bad. Most of them included Sam. The night he asked me to start this friend with benefits or the wild night that he took me on the book-filled library table. He fucked me in the middle of the wide open.

Would it be bad to say that I fell in love with him from that moment? He made me feel like the only girl in the world. A few spots in the kitchen early morning breakfast being made, and in the garage washing whatever car Dean would let us wash.

'You need to go' Memories pinging in my head. Hitting all the corners of my head. This is the most stressful thing I've ever had to do. There's a baby inside of me now, every choice has to be for this little one. This choice was for Sam and for this little one.

My hand laid on my still flat stomach. I wish that I could feel Sam's hand on top of mine, or watch his face. But that wouldn't be a good idea and I know that.

"They're going to a Winchester in and out," I said walking past Sam and Dean's rooms. I think I'll just have to write a letter to Sam, a sort of backwards odd way of responding to his letter.

This letter will just be my goodbye. "Hey Sam, by the time you read this I'll be long gone. Let me explain. I'm pregnant, with of course your child. We never got the chance to talk about being parents, never got the chance to even have a normal relationship. Sam, I fell hard for you, so hard that I don't want to hurt you. I know you most likely aren't ready to be a dad, so yes I know I'm taking that choice away from you. I am making so many mistakes and I don't want to be a burden on your shoulders or even a burden on Deans. They'll find out about you, they'll be nosy like you, be hardheaded like you, defy me like you defied your father." I wrote out pausing to let my shaking hand take a break.

"Cowboy, I'm running away, because Sam that's the only thing I know how to do. Don't you dare think... Don't you dare ever for a second think that I don't love you, or that this baby won't grow up knowing who is, who knows maybe I'll come back... I love you, Sam, I love you cowboy."

I read over it once and then twice, Dean stood over my shoulder. His hand lying still against my blade. I swiped the pad of my thumb over my Y/n nicely small handwriting. "Sammy?" Dean questioned. "Hmm?" I hummed fearing my voice would give too much away. "What did she write?" He asked, "Y/n wrote that she's pregnant, and she is running away afraid to put the burden of my child on my shoulders and on yours." I said continuing to look at the page in front of me.

"Dean we.." "I've got you, Sammy. We'll find her bring her home and you wife her up." Dean said, grabbing my bag and racing back to the impala. "She's on foot, and most likely hasn't made it very far, I'll call Charlie, you call her," Dean said, whipping out my phone it tumbled in my hands landing on the footwell of the front seat.

Pulling it out it came with pictures, pictures of the three of us. Sitting on baby's hood, her in the middle of the two of us next to her. I could see it now, a baby Winchester, sitting on her lap and taking that picture all over again.

"Sam, Charlie says that she's gonna try her, see if we can sort of trick her into going with Charlie until we can get to her and bring her home," Dean said.

"Yeah let's hope she wants to come home," I said the mix of different emotions and feelings shoring through me, I felt the revive of the impala's engine. 'There's no running away from the Winchesters.'

Completed on: 05/04/2021

[mrsnegan]

Feels Like Home

[I finally managed to finish the 8th part of this story, yay! Even if I'm already too late for the deadline of the Bingo Challenge, I will finish this series, because I've grown to love Negan x Y/N and can't leave their (love) story unfinished. So have fun reading this part. It's just a short one but full of emotions and of course some delicious smut. 😏😉]

Summary: You can't deny your feelings for Negan any longer, after he confessed his love to you.

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, slight daddy kink, slight choking, rough sex

Square: You were right

Part 1: Dirty Little Secret

Part 2: Movie Night

Part 3: Pitch Black Impala

Part 4: Calm Before The Storm

Part 5: When It All Comes Crashing Down

Part 6: Aftermath

Part 7: Drunk

"Because I love you." His words still echo in your head while your fingers trace his sweaty skin. Your heart feels full, yet all the pending emotions from the previous months leave a bitter taste. The hurt, the betrayal of your best friend, his daughter, the way the both of you so carelessly and selfishly risked everything to spend time together, to fuck around...your head spins with guilt. You have no idea if his revelation changes anything. It's the most beautiful feeling in the world to hear the person you love admit their feelings, though you don't know if it's enough to fix this mess.

"What are you thinking about?" Negan questions while taking your hand into his to place soft kisses against the fingertips which just touched him.

"Everything. This. Us. I have no idea what we're going to do now. You were right, you know? I was miserable the whole time. Not just because I regret hurting Celia, but also because I love you so much and can't live without you. It sounds cheesy and dramatic, but..."

He hushes you with a kiss to your lips, using your hand in his grasp to pull you further against him. He helps you swing one leg over his center, placing you right below his hardening length. How he is ready to go again is beyond your understanding, though you would never complain about his hunger for you. You have missed him too much, need him too much, love him too much.

You grasp his length, giving him a few loving tugs to get him to his full errect state before you lift your hips and sink down on him.

The groans you share fill his bedroom, the sound of his gasps driving you mad with lust. You already feel sore from the two previous rounds, so you set a slow pace, enjoying the incredible feeling of his cock inside of you. His fingers grip your hips, helping your rhythm to increase just a notch. The pure bliss written plainly on his face amazes you, makes you crave him even more. You haven't seen a more beautiful man than Negan below you, mouth slightly agape, cheeks rosy, skin sweaty. He turns you on so much, you forget about your sore center and slam harder up and down above him, fucking him with passion. The slight burning even adds to your pleasure, you can't deny it even if you want.

"Daddy, fuck me...", you moan breathlessly, the first time you talk dirty to him in a very long time, making you blush.

It still gets under his skin. You watch his eyes pop open, the growling sound out of his mouth still burning your skin and when he flips the both of you over, so he can drive himself between your legs, you have never felt anything so intense.

"Princess...", he moans above you, setting a fast pace. "Dirty little princess..."

He fucks you into the mattress, one hand lifting your leg as high as possible, the other loosely around your throat. You whimper and moan, trying to match his pace, trying to anchor yourself despite the pleasure he is driving into and out of you.

He is so deep inside of you, it hurts so good when he pushes himself in and out of you over and over again.

Your hand sneaks between your bodies, rubbing yourself furiously while Negan fucks you so good. As soon as he notices you're close, his hand tightens around your throat and the lack of oxygen makes you fall. You shake underneath him, your orgasm washing over you with a heavy force. When he lets go of you, the air filling your body drives your high to the next level. You pulse around him uncontrollably, he has no other chance than to let go himself, emptying himself deep inside of you.

"Shit, I love you so much, you dirty little woman", he praises out of breath while he kisses the sweaty and heaving skin.

"I love you too", you answer him breathlessly yourself. You feel tingly and like flying, high on endorphins, high on love.

Negan keeps staying inside of you for a long time, enjoying your warmth and your calming heartbeat, before he retreats himself to plop down beside you.

"C'mere", he whispers, pulling you into his warm embrace. This feels like home, you think, when his arms surround your body.

"We will figure this out, princess. All of it. I won't let you go ever again. We've wasted enough time, I don't plan on quitting this, never. I feel your concern, I don't want to ignore it, but we will work for this, OK? Promise me you won't give up on us. Let's make it work."

You lift your head to better look at him, your eyes teary with what he just said.

"OK", you whisper back, letting him shush you and embrace you even tighter.

Whatever may come, whatever may evolve, you will be fighting for this love, this man. Because even if how everything started and went on never felt more wrong, what it turned into also never felt more right.

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Taglist: @band--psycho @iluvneganandjamie @murphslass @negans-attagirl @msjamesmarch @you-a-southpaw-doll @in-ky

[leah-halliwell92]

Like a Mouse

Summary: Being Bruce Wayne’s girlfriend is not easy. Trouble is bound to make an appearance no matter what.

(This is for @band--psycho​ ‘s master list bingo!) Prompt: “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

You had been wanting to do something special for Bruce for a while now. You knew he was fond of your cooking so you set out to make him a banquet, with Alfred’s help of course. What you weren’t counting on was for your usual grocer to be out of nearly half of what you needed making you go to most, if not all, stores in the downtown Gotham area on the hunt for all these foods. Before you knew it it was night time, and you knew this was not good. 

You are not, by any means, weak or defenseless having been born and bred in Gotham City. You could stand your ground and fight when needed and being Bruce Wayne’s girlfriend wasn’t as walk in the park like as some would have it seem. And tonight seemed like the one night some poor asshole deemed it appropriate to try and mug you. 

The thick coated man had been following you for a hot minute now and wasn’t showing signs of letting up. You palmed your concealed hand knife ready for anything when you heard thumping from the rooftops. You kept going looking for a store front, when the man lunged and dragged you into a nearby alleyway. 

The guy pressed a knife to your throat and said, “Scream and you’re dead.”

You kept as calm as you could struggling little as he shoved you against the wall.

The thumping on the roof got louder and louder as He got closer.

You felt the thief freeze when you heard, “Drop it and I’ll consider not breaking your arms.”

You heard the scared whimper from the thief and the clicking of the hand knife fall on the floor. You kept your back turned to the pair even after the thief was pulled away and his grunts and screams were heard as the batman apprehended him. 

You walked deeper into the darkened alley and to find the bat mobile ready.

You felt your phone vibrate and find a text from Alfred, “Master Bruce insists on being your escort home.”

You sigh and get in mindful of the darker than dark alley, and the very worried bat trailing after you.

It didn’t take too long for him to arrive, and as you guessed he’d be in a mood until they made it back to the cave. 

“You should have called me,” he said his voice modulator making his voice a tad difficult to read.

“And tell you that half the groceries I got for your birthday dinner are going to spoil because the shop was out of nearly half the stuff?” You say honestly, “I didn’t count on that Bruce.”

He spared you a glance with a tender smirk and said, “And people say I'm the romantic one.”

“You are,” you said with a teasing grin, “When you want to be.”

He grabbed your hand as he wove through the streets of Gotham prompting you to remove the glove and hold his hand.

“By they way, are you always that loud when stalking criminals?” You asked intertwining your fingers together.

“I’m as silent as a mouse,” bruce answered with an affronted scoff.

You heard Alfred scoff through loudly from the ear piece.

“I think Al and I can agree in that you aren’t as quiet as you thing you are,” you said with a chuckle.

[elvish-sky]

The Best Day {Legolas x Reader}

A.N: I wrote this for @band--psycho ‘s 1.5k Bingo Challenge! The prompt was “beach.” I loved writing this, it’s been forever since I’ve written Legolas which is absolutely ridiculous and I need to write him more. Anyways, I really hope you guys love this as much as I do, it was an utter joy to work on!

Word Count: 1,337

Summary: You wheedle Legolas into going to the beach for the day.

Pairing: Modern AU Legolas x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

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The Best Day

“C’mon, Legolas. Can we please go to the beach today?”

You looked at your boyfriend with pleading eyes, collapsing onto the couch next to him.

“It’s only 8:30, if we go now we can get a good spot!”

He still didn’t look up from his book.

“We can get Italian ice…”

Legolas slammed his book shut and sprung off the couch. “Ok, be outside in ten minutes!”

You laughed, missing the twinkle in his eye, following him to your bedroom where you quickly donned your favorite backless black one-piece, throwing a cover-up over it as your boyfriend picked out his green swimming trunks.

You left Legolas putting his hair up into his usual beach-going style, and grabbed two towels and sunscreen from the closet, stuffing them into a bag. You raided the fridge for drinks to stick in a cooler, root beer for you, and ginger ale for Legolas, who after discovering it two years ago refused to drink any other soda. Lastly, you stuffed a bag of Doritos, a bag of Sour Cream and Onion potato chips, and your wallet into the bag with the towels. You grabbed your bike helmet from its spot above the coatrack and clipped it on, going outside and fastening the beach bag onto Legolas’ bike, the cooler straps slung onto your back.

You heard the door to the house open again and turned to see Legolas locking the door behind himself. His hair was pulled back into a man bun, and he was wearing an unbuttoned teal shirt that revealed his toned chest and abs. Buckling his helmet, he got onto his bike and the two of you were off.

Arriving at the beach, you locked your bikes onto the rack, Legolas grabbing the beach bag off of his. Walking down onto the soft sand, you turned right, looking for a place to spread out your towels. It took a moment before you realized Legolas wasn’t beside you anymore.

“Where are you going?” you asked, turning around to see him fifty feet away in the opposite direction.

“I’m finding us a spot!”

“But we always go right!” You did. The right side of the beach was just better, everyone knew that.

He laughed, “Fine, we’ll go right,” and jogged back to you, grabbing your hand.

Together, you found a perfect spot and spread out your towels. You got the sunscreen and applied it, doing Legolas back, and then sat on the towels.

“Can we go in yet?”

For someone who hadn’t wanted to go to the beach today, Legolas was very impatient.

“Five more minutes,” you giggled at the pout on his face, “we have to wait for the sunscreen to set!”

Finally, five minutes later, he sprang up. “Last one in is a rotten egg!”

“No fair!” You shouted, sprinting down the sand towards the sparkling blue ocean.

You watched your boyfriend dive in, water rising in a splash all around him. He surfaced, water streaming down his face in rivulets as he blinked it out of his eyes, smiling at you.

“I see someone still hasn’t dunked!”

“Legolas, no…. No, no- AGHHHHHHH-” Your scream was cut off by Legolas dropping you into the water.

Quickly, you surfaced, spluttering.

“Oh, I’m gonna get you for that.”

You dove, grabbing his ankles and yanking them so that he fell. This time when your head rose above the water, he was the one spluttering. You giggled, watching him shake his head at you in mock disappointment.

“Y/N. I thought you were better than that.”

Legolas moved as if to lunge at you and dunk you again, but before he could you jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck, hooking your legs around his waist and clinging on. He started, but grabbed your thighs to support you and leaned closer, kissing you.

You lost yourselves in each other for a moment. Your arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist, one of his hands under your thigh, holding you up as the other stroked your bare back and you silently thanked whatever had made you decide to wear a backless bathing suit. You broke apart, before pressing a trail of kisses down his jawline, so focused on Legolas and only Legolas and his soft breath mingling with yours that you didn’t notice when he started to tip over.

All you had time for was a shout of, “LEGOLA-” before you fell underwater together.

You came up laughing, him blushing.

“Oops.”

“Oops? Oops?! Y/N, we fell over in the ocean because I was too focused on kissing you and not on the fact that there are waves in the ocean, and all you have to say is oops? It’s super embarrassing!”

You couldn’t stop laughing. “It’s not embarrassing, you doofus, we’re in love! And besides, it seems like an oops sort of situation.”

His face lightened and you smiled at him, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips before breaking away.

You dashed towards the beach, hearing Legolas’s confused sound of disappointment that the kiss hadn’t gone any further behind you.

“I call the potato chips!”

“Y/N, you can’t call the potato chips, potato chips are fair game to everyone and you cannot deny me potato chips on the grounds of ‘you called them first-”

It was annoying how he never got out of breath while running, even sprinting so fast that he was gaining on you very quickly. You groaned in frustration as, catching up with you, he scooped you up and continued running, reaching the towels and plopping you onto one while he went straight for the chips.

“Share please?”

Legolas smiled at you and sat next to you on the towel, holding out the chips for you to take a handful.

Later, as the sunset cast the sky in pink and orange, you held Legolas’ hand as you walked down the beach. You stopped and turned to face him.

“Thank you for the best day.”

He smiled. “Look at the sunset.”

You turned, marveling at the light it cast over the still water. When you looked back at your boyfriend, he was bent on one knee in front of you.

You gasped.

Legolas reached out for your hand, grasping it in his as the other went into his pocket and pulled out a box.

“Y/N. I’ve loved you since the day I met you, and probably on some level have loved you forever. Your soul sparked something in mine and continues to feed that flame every day and I’m not sure what I would do without it. I adore your smile, your laugh, the way you’re always up for anything. You make me want to be the best version of myself and encourage me towards that every single day.”

He stopped, for a moment, and you could see tears brimming in his eyes to match the ones in yours before he took a breath, opening the small box to reveal the most gorgeous ring you had ever seen.

“I guess all this is to say that I love you, Y/N, and I want to spend the rest of our lives falling over in the ocean because we’re too busy kissing. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You gasped.

Legolas stood, taking the ring from the box and sliding it onto your finger, which it fit perfectly.

“I have one question.”

He looked at you, slightly concerned.

“Was that box in your pocket the whole day? Like, even when we were in the ocean?”

Legolas laughed, a hearty, relieved sound.

“Nope! I grabbed it from my bag when we went for this walk.”

You grinned. “Good. And I love you too.”

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your fiancee’s lips.

He quickly deepened it, hands in your hair, kissing you like this was the end of everything. Or the beginning of something new.

You stood there, entwined in each other, two silhouettes almost merging into one in the sunset.

Everything tag💞: @entishramblings @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins @anjhope1 @wellofeternalthirst @kumqu4t @katbby16 @thewhiteladyofrohan @kirstenscaffeinateddisaster @beenovel @shethereadinghobbit @guardianofrivendell

Legolas tag 🧝‍♂️: @from-patroclus-with-love @bitter-sweet-farmgirl

[band--psycho]

Band Psychos 1.5k Followers Bingo Masterlist

Here’s the masterlist for my 1.5k follower bingo challenge (thank you all again for the constant support ~ I love you all💛)

I also just wanna say a huge thank you to all of the people on this list who are taking part in my challenge, every single one of you is such a talented writer (and friend) and I am so excited to read the stories you come up with! (If you’re not already, go and follow these amazing authors!)💛

@hotdamnhunnam

Jax Teller (Jacques Telière) x Reader-Anarchy At The Masquerade(Masquerade Ball AU)

(Smut-Orgasm Denial)

Raymond Smith x Reader-Professor Smith(College AU)

Charlie Hunnam x Reader-You’re Wet, You’re Naked / Part 2 / Part 3(Losing A Bet)

Charlie Hunnam x Reader-Dirty Little Liar(Smut-Impact Play)

(”Give me a chance”)

(Smut-Roleplay)

(Past Lives AU)

(Enemies to Lovers)

@mrsnegan

Negan x Virign!Reader-Dirty Little Secret (Character x Virgin!Reader)

Negan x Reader-Movie Night (Movie Quote)

Negan x Reader-Pitch Black Impala (Smut-Dom/sub)

Negan x Reader-Calm Before The Storm(Cookies)

(Fluff)

(Roadtrip)

(”You were right”)

(Hospital AU)

(”I’m fine”)

@xbreezymeadowsx

Chibs Telford x Reader-Cheeky Chibby (rosy cheeks)

Drew McIntyre x Reader-Kilts And Leather Jackets (Leather Jacket)

(Dinner Date)

(“You can’t do this”)

(First Argument)

(Tattoo Shop AU)

(Messy Hair)

(Smut-Breath-Play)

Jon Kilpatrick x Reader-Not Good Enough(New Character)

@talsiaa

Sirius x Remus-Tattoo Shop AU (Tattoo Shop AU)

(Follower Prompt)

(Forbidden Love)

(Character Death)

(First Kiss)

Surprise Gift)

(“Come back”)

(Phobia)

(”Wait”)

@little-diable

(Love Triangle)

(Past Lives AU)

(Soulmate AU)

(Smut-Car Sex)

(”You left me”)

(Character Death)

(Lovers To Enemies)

(Sunrise)

(Amnesia)

@gryffindors-weasley

Ron Weasley x Reader-Paperbacks And Love Letters (Bookstore AU)

(Pillow Fort)

(Comfort)

(Character x Sick!Reader)

(Broken Glasses)

(Fantasy AU)

(”How did we get here?”)

Draco Malfoy x Reader-With You(Insomnia)

(An Old Flame)

@drabblewithfrannybarnes

(Fluffy Jumpers)

(Roommate AU)

(”You’re an asshole)

(1920s AU)

(Angst)

(An Old Flame)

(Roadtrip)

(Smut-One Night Stand)

(First Love)

@darthwheezely

(Music Fic)

(First House)

(Headcanon)

(”You owe me”)

(Accidental Marriage)

(First Love)

(Smut-Virtual Sex)

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An unrefusable offer [Sirius Black x Reader] - Request/Challenge

Title: An unrefusable offer Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader Word count: 3.2k Published: 1 June, 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Summary: Sirius has been trying to get you to go out with him for the longest of time, but you can’t accept his interest in you. Will his cunning little plan change your mind at Lily and James’ wedding or will it end in a disaster? Request: on Wattpad by HarryPotter4023

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Prompt: “Can you shut up for once in your life?” Prompt: “I could kiss you right now!” Trope: Sharing a bed

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It’s been years since you watched your friend, James pining over Lily Evans. You were more than sure that the ginger witch would forever stomp on his heart and keep rejecting him. But as your last year of Hogwarts approached, something changed, and Lily finally agreed to date the pathetically smitten James Potter. You have never seen your friend as happy as he was that day, and you couldn’t imagine seeing him even happier.

But as you watched Lily walk down the aisle, the long trail of her lacy, white dress following her, James’ eyes filled up with tears, a simple look at her soon to be wife making him emotional. The man has been wrapped around Lily’s finger and although back in school you doubted her intentions, as you sat in the little tent on that hot summer, you could only think about how much you wished to have what they had.

You had the chance though. The man seated beside, tucking a loose hair behind his ear, offered you a cheeky grin as he took his gaze off the couple. “Maybe one day that will be us,” he winked playfully. Although you rolled your eyes, trying to act as though you didn’t care about his advances nor did they have an effect on you, it was all a lie. Of course, you were interested in Sirius Black, you have been for as long as you could remember. Sirius was a genuinely kind and playful man, but you found it hard to accept his interest in you. He was perfect in your eyes and you— well, you were you.

As the ceremony finished and the party began, you watched as James took Lily for a dance, spinning her around with a wide, overly enthusiastic grin across his face. The man could not have been more obvious. His love for his now wife was painted across his face and you couldn’t stop mirroring that stupid smile of his. He looked dumb, but very happy.

“You know, if you’d just give us a chance, we could look so stupidly in love too,” you heard Sirius’ voice as you poured yourself a glass of champagne. Looking back over your shoulder, you offered him a playful grimace.

“I’d rather go out with a thestral,” you gagged, trying to emphasise your words, but you couldn’t hide the tiny smile in the corner of your lips.

“You really need to practice how to lie, it’s certainly not your strength,” he scoffed as a mischievous smile spread across his face, earning a heavy sigh from you.

“Can you just give up trying?” You asked, pleading with him. He has been trying to ask you out for the longest of time, but you just couldn’t believe he really was interested in you. Lily scolded you for bringing yourself down and James encouraged you to give Sirius a chance, but at the end of day, you didn’t trust him enough and his torment has become exhausting.

“I can’t. You know there’s a chemistry between us, it’s been there for as long as I can remember and don’t even try to lie, we both know it’s there. I don’t understand why you can’t even agree to one single date. I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m asking you to give me a chance,” he sighed, tilting his head innocently, his eyes pleading for you to agree.

“We have been friends for so long, why must you try to ruin it? Of course, there’s chemistry, we have been friends for years,” you tried to reason with him.

“You know that is not the chemistry I’m talking about. Would you really die from agreeing to one date?” You wanted to immediately deny his offer just like you have done so far, but you knew it wouldn’t stop him.

“I have an idea. Why don’t you let me sleep on it, and we will get back to it tomorrow?” You asked with an expectant look, earning a wide grin from Sirius. One that made you somewhat confused and terrified at the same time as though he knew something you didn’t.

“Isn’t that just an amazing idea? Of course, a brilliant plan,” he chuckled as he took the glass of champagne from your hand and walked away, only turning back for a second to offer you a playful wink, before you lost him in the crowd.

His acceptance of your idea seemed too easy for someone who has been onto you for years. His expression of pure delight and enthusiasm scared you. He didn’t react the way you expected, if anything he was more than suspicious, but you couldn’t pinpoint why.

As the night went on and the guests started heading back to their respective hotel rooms beside the venue, you decided to follow in their lead and rest. You had a fair amount of alcohol in you, your feet were in pain from the high heels you wore and all the dances you had to politely accept. You just wanted to lay down and sleep for a whole day.

Entering the hallway of the hotel, you walked to the reception. “Name, please,” the old lady asked behind the desk, her tone bored and somewhat unwelcome. You gave your name and Lily and James’s name, not knowing whose name your room was under. “Here is the key,” the woman shoved it in your hand with a groan, clearly unhappy. Customer service was certainly not the hotel’s strength.

“If I may ask, has my bag been taken upstairs?” You ask in the politest manner you could manage.

“Well, if it’s not here, that means it’s in the room, isn’t it?” She replied with a grimace and headed back into a little room behind the receptionist table.

“Hmm— what a fantastic customer service,” you murmured under your breath as you started heading up the stairs, taking your high-heels off halfway through the corridors, ignoring the dirt on the carpet your tights had picked up.

As you reached your room, you tried to place the key in the whole, but it didn’t fit. You attempted to try upside down, but it still didn’t work. To your surprise the lock unlocked from the other side, leaving you with a confused expression across your face as the door opened. Your lips parted in surprise as no other than Sirius Black stood in front of you half naked, only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants. He held the door handle with one hand, whilst he used his other hand to try to dry his wet hair with a small towel, water still dripping on to the carpet.

For a second you weren’t sure if you were in the right room, but as hard as you tried to turn your gaze towards the number on the middle of the door, your eyes betrayed you. You have seen Sirius half naked, it wasn’t a new sight, but he certainly looked breathtaking as the water slid down his exposed chest and the dim lights of the street from the window emphasised his toned upper body.

“Well, hello,” he smirked proudly, making you cough awkwardly. “Feel free to stare at me, I don’t mind,” he chuckled at your very obvious attention.

“Shut up, Black,” you scolded him quickly as you regained your ability to speak. “What are you doing in my room?” You asked with a confused frown.

“You mean, our room,” he grinned, playfully wriggling his brows.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked back, already panicking inside.

“Oh, I thought Lily told you,” he replied in a very fake surprise.

“No, she did not,” you inhaled sharply.

“Yeah, you see all the rooms were sold out by the time they made the sleeping arrangements, so I might have offered to help and share my room with you,” he tried to suppress a laughter erupting from his lungs.

“No, that must be a misunderstanding. It must be a mistake,” you replied as you tried to search for another option, maybe to apparate back to your home, but then again you were so tired you weren’t sure it would be successful. Maybe to head down to the receptionist, although she clearly didn’t want to see your face.

“I get it, I get it,” he nodded as though he understood what you were thinking of. “You must be thinking of a way to get out of this situation. But you keep rejecting me anyway. You don’t like me, right? If anything, this is awkward for me not you. We are both grown up adults, I think we can handle one night together,” he tried to reason with you, and you could have believed him if it wasn’t for that cocky smirk across his face.

“I hate you, Black,” you sighed as you stepped inside the room and he closed the door behind you. It was a small room with a tiny bathroom, a muggle tv and a small couch beside the bed, right under the window. “I’m sleeping on the bed, you are sleeping on the couch or the floor, I couldn’t care less,” you groaned as you threw your shoes on the floor right beside the door and picked up your bag from the couch.

“Hold on a minute, if I have no effect on you, why is it such a problem if I’m sleeping in the same bed?” He asked as though he was genuinely interested, but you knew him, you knew his techniques.

“Do you really think this little manipulative game you’re trying to play is going to work? I know you, I know what you are doing” you shook your head, heaving a heavy sigh at his weak attempts. “I’m going to the bathroom,” you added, needing a good hot shower and a bed finally.

As you finished your evening routine in the bathroom and entered the bedroom, Sirius took half of the bed for himself, one of his arms supporting his head as he laid on his back, his eyes shut. You loudly groaned, hoping for him to hear you, but he didn’t move, nor did he have a smart comment in response. You sighed in surrender as you dropped your bag on the floor beside the couch and laid down, pulling a thin blanket over you.

“Seriously?” Sirius asked with a loud huff. “Do you hate me that much?”

“You know I don’t hate you, don’t be absurd,” you scoffed as you rolled on your side to catch his eyes watching you intensely.

“Then are you allergic to me or something? Is it so hard for you to be close to me?” He shot up in the bed, clearly agitated. “I don’t get you, I just don’t get it,” he groaned desperately. You huffed, annoyed by his nagging, your tiredness getting the worst of you.

“If I sleep in the bed, will you shut up?” You asked with a raised brow as you sat up on the couch, watching his agitated expressions turn into a surprised one. He didn’t expect your words, not did you. It was a heat of the moment decision and you already regretted it, but it happened, and you had no way of taking it back, knowing he would forever rub it under your nose.

“You mean next to me? Are you sure? I mean, yeah I got worked up about it, but I don’t want to force you,” he replied rather hesitantly, finding your words hard to process.

“Can you shut up for once in your life, Black?” You groaned as you stood up and walked to the bed, lifting the cover, and scooting closer to Sirius under the material. “That’s your side,” you drew an invisible line between the two of you, “and this is my side,” you pointed at your part of the cover. “Keep your hands to yourself,” for a second Sirius was gaping heavily like a fish out of water, before his face took on a wide grin.

“Yes, my lady,” he chuckled as he laid back on his side, his eyes watching you intensely as you rolled on to your side facing away from him.

It was hard to fall asleep, especially as you listened to Sirius’ even breathing. Insomnia wasn't a new word to you, it has become a dear friend of yours over the years, but now that you laid beside Sirius, you found it even harder to drift into a peaceful slumber. His presence made you feel both nervous and needy. You wanted to run away and never turn back, your feelings towards the man scaring you, but at the same time, you wanted to stay and just snuggle up to his side. So, you did what your heart told you to, ignoring your brain’s silly reasoning.

You turned around and watched as he placed a hand under his head, supporting his neck in his sleep, giving you the best opportunity to snuggle up to him. Heaving a heavy sigh, you thought about it again, but your heart overpowered your mind. You scooted closer to Sirius, laying your head on his naked chest, listening to his heart’s even beating, the sound making your tense body relax. Sirius moved under you, starting off your heart in a dangerous pace as you looked up at him. His eyes were shut tight, but his arm moved down behind you, wrapping around your shoulder, involuntarily pulling you closer to himself. Or so you thought.

As you snuggled into his side, placing your hand across his chest, you felt your heartbeat quicken and your palms sweat. You started second guessing your actions, but his intoxicating scent and the feel of his body against your own helped you slowly drift into slumber, missing the relieved, soft smile appearing on Sirius' face, your movements making him feel content. He didn’t care if you could hear his heart beating heavier or if you were to grow suspicious. For the first time he could hold you in his arms and he couldn’t care less about anything else. Being able to wrap his arms around you, feeling your even breathing tickling his chest, hearing your incoherent mumbling in your sleep made him feel like a little child receiving a gift he has wanted since forever.

You awoke to a ticklish feeling on your arm, as though fingers caressed your skin. Sighing, you snuggled closer in his side, the feeling making you smile in content.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” you heard Sirius’ deep morning voice, a light, happy tone to it.

“Muggle references? Well done, Mr. Black,” you giggled, your eyes still shut, basking in the moment.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked sheepishly, realising you still haven’t figured out what was going on.

“Very,” you sighed in content, wrapping your arms around his waist tighter, earning a chuckle from him.

“I’m glad I’m comfortable,” he replied with a cheeky tone as you finally opened your eyes and lifted your head to be able to look into his grey eyes, watching you intensely. As though lightning hit you, you jumped away from him, pulling the cover in front of you.

“What are you doing hugging me? Why are you on my side?” You panicked, trying to search for a reasonable explanation.

“Before you get a heart attack, let me establish that you are on my side, I didn’t even move since you decided to use me as your pillow. And let me remind you it was you who hugged me first. But most importantly, you just said I was comfortable so stop acting like I have done something horrible,” he grinned proudly.

“I was asleep, I don’t know why I did that,” you groaned in annoyance, trying to establish a good enough excuse.

“How long are you planning to lie to yourself? I know you were awake. I felt your eyes on me, before you decided to snuggle up to me,” he shook his head, but this time there was no happiness in his tone nor did he have his signature smirk on. He was serious. “Do you even realise how happy it made me that you hugged me, that you decided to get close to me? I could barely contain myself from turning around and squeezing you in my arms. I have been waiting for this for so long, stop acting like you are not interested,” he scolded you as he sat up.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” you huffed, trying to get out of the bed.

“Stop it,” he scoffed, clearly unhappy with your behaviour. “You know what? I have an idea. You know I like you and I can’t make it any more obvious. I literally can’t do anymore to make you believe me, so I will offer you a solution. Do us both a favour and accept that you like me, come back to the bed and let’s just enjoy the moment or reject me properly, leave the room and we will pretend that whatever happened was just a dream and you will never hear a word from me again. It’s been ongoing for far too long and I’m tired of this,” he heaved a heavy sigh, his face desperate for a clear reply from you.

As you watched his face, his words sincere, you could only think of not hearing him asking you out anymore, not listening to his flirty comments, not feeling his “unwanted” touches on your skin. You would have been stupid to agree, to relieve yourself of his attention that you secretly enjoyed.

“Why me?” you exclaimed in your desperate state.

“Because I like you. I can’t choose who I like. I like you with all your imperfections, with all your quirky moments and weird taste. I like you, it’s that simple,” he sighed heavily, an expectant look across his face. “So, will you leave, or will you come back?” He asked, desperately needing your reply. You pulled the cover over you, your movements making his eyes grow, before a wide grin spread across his face. He grabbed your arm impatiently and pulled you back on his chest as he laid down, earning a squeaking sound from you. “I guess, sleeping on it was successful,” he chuckled playfully as you looked up at him, his eyes attached to yours as a boyish smile sat across his face. “I could so kiss you right now!” He exclaimed in his excited state.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You giggled playfully, your boldness surprising him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled as he caressed your cheek with his thumb, placing you on your back, hovering above you as his gaze wandered between your parted lips and needy gaze. “Are you sure?” He asked, his breath shaky, for the first time his confidence lost in a maze.

“I’m pretty sure,” you replied with a cheerful smile as you pulled him down to you and closed the gap that painfully stood between you. He smiled into the kiss, earning a playful chuckle from you.

“I like you,” you whispered against his lips.

“I know, you made it pretty obvious” he replied with a confident smirk, earning a gentle punch from you on his shoulder.

“Don’t be cocky, Black,” you scolded him, before you pulled him in for another kiss, enjoying his arms around you, his lips on yours and the safety his mere presence provided. In that moment you couldn’t remember why you kept making him wait, because it felt anything but wrong to be in his arms.

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Dean x Y/n x Sam: Together at last

Pairing: Dean W. x Fem!Reader, Sam W. x Fem!Reader (No Winchest)

Pov: All

Warnings: A little angst, hurt/comfort, inner thoughts, fluff at the ending, a little description smut.

Summary: Sam and Dean come back to the bunker after a rather rough hunt all they want is their girl.

Word count: 2.4k

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We'd been hunting for a long while, but this hunt. This one tops the cake for the most horrendous, horrible, making you sick sort of hunt. So many people had been murder because of the pair of Vetalas.

According to the lore, and what Sam had found in dad's journal. The Vetalas were nasty monsters. Well, all monsters are nasty, but these guys or girls hunt in pairs. So that they can capture their pry quicker.

When we got to the town, we immediately started our research. There had been killings happening for a straight week in the mountains not far from our motel. A campground laid there with more than six separate camping areas.

Sizeable space for a pair of monsters to stock up on dinner. Or to stock up on blood. Whatever the difference they were monsters, and they needed to be killed like last week.

The next day I sent Sam to the corner office and I check-up with the families. A group of campers had gone out, all kids from different families. According to Sam, the corner officers said that more than five pints of blood missing, puncture wounds on all of their necks.

And all I had gotten out of the families was that the group of kids was going for an end of years trip for graduation. Most of the families crying and wishing that they hadn't trusted their kids to go out for a trip with friends.

As I walked out of the last family's house a few sprinkles of rain were falling. The few droplets settling on baby's hood, but evaporating quickly due to her still being hot.

The rain always for the life of me reminds me of Y/n. The number of hunts we've gone and all a sudden when the sky opens up and lets loose, she runs out of the motels' door, no shoes on, and dances in the rain. Enjoying the way the droplets fall on her face.

Thinking of her, made me only wish that this was a more simple hunt. I shot a quick message to her.

> Hey, baby girl. We've got a case of Vetalas on our hands. It may take a few days to get home, and now it's raining. I just wanted to shot you a message because the rain reminded me of you. Love ya.

In return, I received a short message, but I know that it was filled with love.

> Hey, Captain. Just come home safe, I miss you a lot, oh and they'll be pie when you get home. Dang, I wish it was raining here. I love you too, babe.

Then it was off and back to the motel room. When I got back Sam was reading through some websites on his computer, and he had dad's journal out.

"So what's the method of ganking. I want to get home to Y/n and quickly as possible." I said to Sam sitting down across from him. He passed me a fast food bag, smelled like burgers, "So get this according to dad's journal the only way to kill vetalas is have a sliver knife, and apparently we've gotta twist it once. Oh, and it has to be in the heart." Sam said.

He continued to read through the short paragraph that was written in dad's handwriting. After years of dad having this book and now us, the corners of the book are starting to tear, and you can tell just how old this book is. This though has always been a helpful book in our hunting lives.

"Have you heard from Y/n today?" I asked Sam. He nodded quickly and then looked back up at me from his laptop. He shrugged his shoulders.

So let me explain, Sam and I are... we are... well I guess in a short of words sharing Y/n. I don't know how else to explain it, besides saying that both Sam and I have a relationship at the same time with her.

We came to this agreement after years of pining for her, and it doesn't help that we are always together. Staying in the bunker, or staying in crappy zero-star motels.

Y/n sort of just fell for the idea, I think she like both having us under her, or maybe it over her. But that's another story for another night.

Dean looked at me asking me if I had heard from Y/n at all today. This was all new and odd to me, sharing my romantic partner and just.. having to share her. It's an odd feeling is all, so I shrug my shoulder.

Dean finishes his burgers and hops up proclaiming that the bathroom was his. I watched him get up and then rolled my eyes, and brought my attention back to the screen.

My eyes drooped and I almost face-planted into my screen after another hour of staring at the said screen. I got up closing my laptop and changing into my bedclothes.

Tomorrow I'd have to do some more research about the campgrounds, see when they closed. Make sure that we've got at least two sliver knives for tomorrow.

My overthinking sends me into sleep, as I cuddle into the too-small twin-size motel shitty bed. I can't wait to be in the arms of my... our girl.

I miss her peachy smile, I miss her food, and I mostly miss her hugs. She's always so happy, so perfect. I dream of her that night. It's just her and I. We're out laying on the ground gazing up at the night sky. She comes closer to me, grasping onto the warmth I'm throwing off.

Her small hands wrap around my firm build. She kisses my neck. She hums one of our songs. I feel like a teenager again, she's got my heart beating like a drum.

I feel like I'm floating on cloud nine here. She's mine, all mine. But I see how happy she is when we are all together so my mind grasps onto another dream, we are all together sipping beer, Y/n got her feet in my laps, and her head in Dean's lap.

She smiles and it's almost brighter now, she calls us her boys. It means something different now. I used to mean at least to me that we were sort of annoying and she had t constantly pick up our messes.

Now though to me at least it means that I hope she loves us equally. She's everything that I think we both needed. And yes I agreed with Dean to share her, but there's still a part of me that begs to have her all alone.

It moves again and now the three of us are in the bedroom. Y/n is on her knee taking me in her mouth, and my brother in her hand. She moans, and it sends me spiraling. She winks at me and moves over to my brother. I take a seat in the corner, I watch as my brother takes Y/n like I'm not even there. But then Y/n doesn't have her eye's on Dean they're on me. She winks again and beckons me over.

I wake up sweating, my white tee stuck to me. It's early in the morning according to the alarm clock on the bedside table. Six in the morning to be exact, Dean's snoring and he's wrapped in the sheets.

I get ready to go for a run even though it's still pouring, I see a message from my dear sweet Y/n. She's always up early, I miss my morning runs with her. There's another ding to my cell phone.

>Morning other half, I know you gotta be running right now. I miss your big arms around me at night.

> By the way, I stole another one of your shirts. I can't wait for you to be home

I smile and stop running fearing that I may get hit. I inhale and exhale a feeling of happiness, The rain has stopped so I message back.

> Good Morning, Princess. I was running, but I'll always stop to message you.

>You can always steal from me, babydoll. We'll be home soon this is almost over.

I hit send and threw my phone in my back pocket continuing my run. When I got to the motel, Dean was still asleep. So I slipped into the shower got dressed and went out to get breakfest.

Bringing coffee and breakfest back for Dean. "Yo, Wake up I got you coffee." I yelled as I set everything down nthe table. Dean's groggy face threw me a annoyed look.

After doing some research on the camp grounds. I very quickly realized that we'd have to go check it out later in the day seeing it was still early.

"We can go to the campgrounds later. When you know we can't get caught." I said. Shutting my laptop. Dean hummed and then grabbed his phone. Not many times did we get this type of downtime.

Then there was a ping to my cellphone, it must be another message from Y/n. Expect it wasn't it was Y/n in our group chat.

> Morning boys, You've both said that you guys should be done later than sooner. Should I get something good for dinner instead of crappy road food?

Always so sweet, I saw the same smile on Dean's face before he looked up at me and caught me looking. He sighed and rolled his eyes, "You answering her?" He said.

"Why don't we do what we always do which is both answers, because she'll end up making both of the meals for us." I retorted. Dean arched an eyebrow before he went back to his screen.

>Can we do easy? I kind of just wanna relax and spend time with you sunshine. What do you say?

>Yeah I agree with Dean. Something easy, I think we both miss you too too much to want to spend hours having to eat and then clean hon.

I sent, Dean looked over my way and tilted his head in agreement.

>Alright boys. Your girl can agree to that. Love you two.

The rest of the day was quiet. Dean refolded his clothes packing them away. Cleaned baby's trunk, cleaned his many guns, knives, and other killing instruments.

Finally getting bored, and the night sky starting to come out. I knocked Dean in the side waking him from his fifth nap of the day. "We can go now," I said throwing him the keys and grabbing the bags.

We had made it so close to no other people being killed. We were so close. The rain still pouring out of the sky. The wind picking up. Like everything was going to shit.

The vetalas killed another two people before we were able to both weirdly strike them in the heart and twist the knife at the same time. Thank god the camping group wasn't just the two kids. It was actually two families.

But the guilt still lingers knowing that we couldn't get there in time. Dean hadn't wanted to spend another second, nor minute, or even night in that motel. We quickly ran in and grabbed our things, I gave the keys back to the older desk lady.

The drive was quiet as Dean and I juggled the idea of even saying anything about what had gone on in the woods. The rain pours with such vigor that I was sure that the glass would break.

I heard the bunker door open. I walked out of the kitchen. There at the top of the stairs stood my boys. My two currently drenched boys. I hadn't heard the storm outside.

I cursed myself as the boys came down the stairs.

I ran and got both of them towels. I had music playing in the background. "Boys are you okay?" I asked handing them both towels and taking the bags from their hands. They both collapsed into their opened chairs. No answer, so I assume the worst. They lost at least one person. And now they're beating themselves up about it.

I worked quickly to grab them a bowl of food to eat. Taking the time to start a shower and pull a set of clothes out for the both of them. While doing the same for myself.

"When you two are done, go take a hot shower I've got one going for the both of you," I said Kissing Dean's forehead then Sams. I walked down the hall with Sam quick on my heels. "Love, thank you." He said leaning down and giving me a deep kiss before walking towards the bathroom.

I smiled as I leaned against the wall. I'm just glad my boys came home in one, or I should say they came home in two. I laughed as my thought subsided, and I heard the heavy footsteps of Dean behind me.

"Does he seem off to you?" He asked as he slipped his arms around my waist. I leaned into him even though he was wet. "I don't think, so I just think that this hunt may have gotten to me. So go get in the shower. I missed my boys." I said shooing him away.

Exactly ten minutes later both my boys came walking through the doors. Dean wearing his classic no-shirt and sweats to bed. And my moose in his white tee and joggers. They climbed into bed with me, one on my right and the other on my left.

They smelled clean, they smelled like home though. They were my home. Dean and Sam will always be my home. I smiled and Dean's face landed near my breast and his heartbeat could be felt in my side. Sam was hesitant and kept some distance between him and me.

"Sweetie, do you want to talk about it?" I asked prying further than I normally did as it never been a problem for Sam to lay down and sleep after a bad hunt. He gave me the look, and then "No, bit tomorrow Dear." He said

He was careful to lay down his hands landing around my waist. I won't lie that sometimes it was suffocating to be hugged from all sides, but I loved these boys no matter what.

Just like I hoped that my boys loved me back. "We love you sugar." I heard Dean mumbled as sleep overtook him, "And we missed you precious." Sam mumbled into my forehead. I let myself took a breathe in. The mixture of whiskey and leather with an earthy warm clean scent filled my lungs and I felt at home finally.

Completed on: 06/11/2021

Posted on: 06/11/2021

[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean Winchester: Change is due

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Pairing: Dean W. x Reader

Pov: Reader

Warning: Fighting, Swearing, fluff, angst, Dean being a douchebag, guilt.

Summary: What about talking instead of fighting.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/n- This is for band-pyschos 1.5 followers bingo writing challenge. This makes me sad, but whatever.

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The drive to the bunker was quiet. The rev of the engine. The downright scariness of the way that all I could hear was the passing of other vehicles on the road. That sound too eventually stopped as the driver back to the bunker was much longer than originally anticipated.

Dean had a temper like nobody's business. The temper of a wild dog, or maybe it was a wild bear. Regardless Dean's temper was downright scary most times. But then again most times that temper of his was never directed towards me.

Yes between miniature fights, and getting annoyed with each other fights did occur, but nothing too bad. You see, three years into hunting and now living with the famous Winchesters. I had fallen deeply for Dean Winchester.

Falling for someone is an already dangerous game, but falling in love with a Winchester. The most hunted after, hunters of them all that was a dangerous game to start playing.

I played the game regardless. Can you imagine falling for someone so much that your worlds just connect so well? Like amazing jigsaw puzzle pieces. Or maybe falling in love was like finally figuring out the correct word in a crossword puzzle.

Like Forrest says "Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you're going to get." I would have never been able to tell you that when I was a little girl playing in my room running around in the pure white dress that I would one day grow up kill the monster that haunts this earth, and fall for the most righteous man, the fallen soldier, the best hunter I had ever met.

Could you imagine a six-year-old, coming up to their parent and saying that one day they'd fight monsters, and fall in love with the greatest monster hunter of them all. In your dreams.

Life with the Winchesters was most of the time pandemonium. Life with them was like living in the thunder dome. Like driving on the icy roads and hoping that you don't fall off the cliff. But life was calm sometimes, being able to have a half-assed normal life was good for all of us.

Sam was the best brother a person could ask for. The best friend a person could ask for. I think the moment I met the Winchesters, Dean and I were like magnets dragging each other together. Slated to be together for the rest of our lives, soul mates if you will.

This last hunt was nothing like we had ever dealt with before. So many children had been killed. I had put myself in the way, getting hurt instead of letting more children get hurt. A natural mother... or maybe just a natural instinct of a woman.

Dean, of course, was anger like normal, but usually, his anger would blow over and we'd either make-up or like the band, AC/DC says "You shook me all night long".

this night was different though. Something was off, something felt wrong. Yes, the drive was long and very fucking quiet but something in the air felt wrong. I'd like to think that I'm a tough cookie, a queen disguised as a princess.

I always think that Dean forgets that the reason he and I get along so well is that we are almost alike, in almost every way. We act the same way, love the same things, react the same way. Two peas in a pod if you will.

Dean tends to forget that when he gets angry, but comes to his sense rather quickly after, he either gets blown off, or the subject gets changed, something that he does often to Sam or me. In the situation where he knows he has no control, or where he is uncomfortable, feeling like he's being pushed into the corner.

I used to let Dean act like a douchebag. I let Dean get mad, yell, throw things, get in my face. But recently. Dean's anger has been out of this world, too much to bare, too much to handle. he almost turns into the hulk. It's like he forgets his normal manners and just wants to hulk smash literally everything around him.

How do you make someone realize what they are doing? How do you show someone how they are acting is affecting you?

Finally after what felt like days, but was really just hours of driving we pulled into the garage, the sound of the engine bouncing off of the cinderblock walls. During said drive Dean and I made eye contact once, his green ember eyes staring deep at me through the rear-view mirror. My own eyes making sure to stare at him with just the same amount of deep soul searching Dean was.

Sam steered in his sleep, the coldness of the garage and the car smell waking him from his sleep. Not a single word was said. Sam was the first one out of the car, opening the impalas back, grabbing his bags, and making a rather quick exit of the garage.

Neither of us moving from our spots. We sat in silence. A silence that's a funny word if you think about it. It the most screamed word when you're being told to be quiet. But it weighs heavy between two people.

Fighting was and has never been my style with Dean. Dean wants to yell and be an idiot then I'll let him be, but I won't go without saying my peace. I'll get up and leave if I want to. There's nothing holding me to the man, an argument is just a battle of words.

Finally, Dean moves, moves to look in the back seat. His eye passes over my figure like always. Passing by over my crisscrossed shins up to my jean-covered thighs, over my hips, up my t-shirt and flannel covered belly, up to my tall shoulders, and to my face.

The little light that was streaming into the impala's backseat. "Why?" Was all Dean said, staring at me. I chewed my lip thinking of anything to say. "Stop chewing on your lip. It's finally started to heal." Dean said.

Still, my body stuck in my crisscrossed position. I heard the creak of the impala, as I saw Dean shift from the front seat to the back seat. "I'm pretty sure that I just told you to stop doing that." He said bringing his thumb up to my lips, gently pulling down releasing my bottom lip from my teeth.

"What were you thinking?" Dean asked picking once again at the issue at hand. "I was thinking about the children," I said looking at the man next to me. It was quiet for a moment, then a heavy sigh filled the air.

"The children?" Dean said questioning me. A cocked-eyed eyebrow raised in confusion to my answer. Sometimes it's like my answer is either not good enough, or isn't the right one. "Yes, the children," I stated calmly.

"I'm getting confused here Y/n," Dean said shifting causing the smallest of creak from the old impala. "I stepped in front of the children," I said.

"Yeah, I kind of figured that but why?" He asked. This firstly is going calm, and Dean's asking questions just before assuming shit, but why does this seem odd, kinda like all of the sudden protecting the young kids isn't enough to get a few scrapes and bruises.

"Did the great Dean Winchester just ask me that?" I said now turning the tables and questioning him. "Yeah, I did." He said so cut and dry-like. "You really wanna know why?" I asked

We were still sitting in the back of his precious car. I had rested my head on the headrest, closing my eyes. Dean was just staring, it had become a bad habit of his after we got together.

"Because Dean those kids didn't deserve whatever that monster did to them. Hell, I just pulled ten kids out, you and sam pulled at ten each. Can you even imagine that, because I can. Being so scared that I can't even protect myself." I said.

Taking a deep breath in and sighing loudly.

"What are you talking about Y/n?" Dean asked, looking at me now with more intent. Wanting yearning to get to the bottom jar of worms we had so carefully opened.

"You know what ignore me, it doesn't make any difference," I said uncrossing my legs and turning to unlock the back door. I was stopped before my fingertips even grabbed onto the cold metal on the handle.

"Do you remember that promise you made me? All those years ago." Dean said, pulling me into his warm touch. His scent of bourbon and wood fell down around us. "No, I don't Dean," I said honestly confused about what I had promised.

"You promise me that whatever was on your mind you would come to me and talk about it. I know six years is a long time, but that day you promised that you've never broken that promise." Dean said while he drew small circles into my lower back.

"Tonight though right now, you're breaking that promise. You don't have to give me every single detail but just don't go walking in front of a monster because you don't know what else to do. You know that you can talk to your boyfriend right?" He said questioning me towards the end.

I only shook my head in response Dean took that as his sign to continue talking. "I just, I'm fearing that you're starting to drift away, and honestly Y/n. Honest;y Y/n I don't think I would know what to do without you." Dean said.

This is different, new, and odd. This Dean is someone who only comes out when the world is ending or the tears are about to be shed for the umpteen amount of time. This Dean, this is the Dean I fell in love with. "So make me this promise now, stay with me," Dean asked.

"Stay with you?" I asked, "Of course stay with you, I guess I just have to learn to be able to ask for help, right Dean." I said hugging him from the awkward position we had fallen into when he pulled me away from the back door.

"No more running, no more fighting alone. We do everything together now." Dean said, cupping my slightly tears stained cheek." Bumping our foreheads together in a sign of good faith you could say. I hummed and returned the favor.

Moments like this the calm, and the quiet. These were those times where I felt at home. I've realized with this job, hunting home isn't a place with four walls and a roof over your head it's about the people in your life. Make a home with the people who care about you. Make a home with the people you would fight anything to hurt, Make home able to be anywhere.

And when you can do that finally you can make home turn into love, and love into strength. Having all three makes you happier I'd like to think in the long run of things. So just "stay with me" that's all I'm asking of you, the rest we can do together.

Completed on: 05/06/2021

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Disney

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Pairing: Sam W. x Reader

Pov: Sams

Warnings: fluffy!Sam, The reader having an addiction to Disney movies, movie night, Sam quoting Disney movies, ( I think it's like one word) swearing, quick interaction with Dean.

Summary: Movie night rolls around and this time it's just Sam and Y/n. Letting Y/n choose pretty much just turns into them watching Disney movies. And maybe Sam knows a few quotes from each movie.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is for band--pyschos 1.5 followers Bingo Challenge. I'm so excited o be a part of this writing challenge.

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If you keep sliding on the floor with those damn socks on, you're going to land on your ass, Y/n" I finally said after watching her pass by the library at least ten times within five minutes.

Y/n huffed and crossed her arms dramatically, but stopped. Standing there for a few moments, before once she thought that I wasn't paying attention she continued.

"Shit" I heard Y/n in a rather loud voice. So, I got up from my library seat, closing the lore book I was reading through. "Did you fall?" I asked as I rounded the corner.

Seeing Y/n sitting on her ass. She looked up at me, doing the thing I taught her. "No, No puppy eyes. I told you. I told you that you were going to fall on your ass." I said putting my hand out.

In moments like this, I noticed how much bigger my hand was compared to Y/n. She gripped my hand and I lifted her up from the floor. "Hey, you two, y'all okay?" Dean asked passing by the two of us in the hallway.

I knew he was going out; it was Saturday night and we were home at the bunker. "Yeah, we're fine. I was just sliding on the floor with my socks." Y/n said patting down her sweatshirt that used to be mine.

"That must have been the 'oh shit' I heard. We should totally do that, I'm heading out." Dean said. "Don't have too much fun," I said interlocking Y/n and I's fingers together.

Dean skipped up the bunker stairs and was gone within minutes.

"Babe, can we do something fun?" Y/n asked dragging me into the kitchen. I let her drag me into the kitchen before answering her question.

"I guess so since you've dragged me into the kitchen," I said, not letting go of Y/ns soft and small hands clasped around mine. "Well since we are in the kitchen, can we get some snacks together?" She asked.

Y/n had the tendency to always ask before doing anything around the bunker. It sometimes made me feel as if she was my student in school, and I was her jailer of a teacher.

"Y/n, honey you don't have to ask me every time you want to do something. This is your home, your home to do as you please, get snacks as you please. You aren't a student here and I am most defiantly not your teacher." I said, wrapping Y/n in a hug from behind.

"I know, but still I don't like the idea of just doing without asking," Y/n said leaning her head back up against my shoulder. We stood like this for a while, in the presence of each other was nice, it was always nice to just be together.

Nothing trying to get in the way, no Dean trying to tease me, no monster ruining dates, anniversary, or having to hunt monster worried about each other safety.

This was the most normal we could get. The most normal we would ever have. "So what are the snacks for?" I asked Y/n as she started to release herself from the embrace we had.

"I thought that maybe we could have a movie night since Dean is out," Y/n said rummaging through the cabinets and through the fridge. Her shorter stature giving her a problem as she tried to reach things on the higher shelves.

"Do you want some help? Also, what are you looking for?" I asked coming closer to hear what she had to say. "MMMH," She said, her face pensive and thoughtful about what she was going to say.

"I was trying to grab some popcorn for me, and some more healthy choices for you, but as you can see, I've failed miserably." Y/n said shrugging her shoulders.

Taking a moment to get an idea of the hand situation at hand. “You haven’t failed, and if I’m honest with you dear, I'm in the mood to snack on junk food and be lazy.” I spoke. Grabbing junk like food off of the shelves and from the fridge.

I’m rather glad that just a few days ago we needed to go shopping because Dean tends to pick up the junky food and tends to forget he has such an abundance at the bunker. Throwing a pint of ice cream on to the kitchen island, gently placing a twelve-ounce bottle of soda-pop, Y/n had already put out the over flow of candy that we had, so all that was left was really just making the popcorn.

“Movie night is going to be hella fun!” Y/n said dancing around the kitchen, as I looked for a clean useable big bowl for the popcorn. I think she noticed my struggle because she stopped dancing and come over to me. Taking the popcorn out of my hands.

“Just nuke the popcorn’ she said placing the popcorn bag into the microwave and pressing popcorn, ‘see now you can go look for your bowl” She said finishing her sentence and backing away to let me continue trying to look for a bowl.

Once that entire process was done, we migrated towards the Dean cave which had just turned into a living room slash movie room at this point. Not that either one of us would ever tell Dean that what it’s used for now.

We ended up having to make multiple trips back to the kitchen since we honestly did have a shit ton of food. But once we finally had all our food and snacks placed out in front of us, we sat down, well it was more like we sank down into the couch.

Dean was a rather lazy person and didn’t like to spend money which never made much sense to me seeing as we used fake credit cards, or the very bold answer which was credit fraud. We could have totally gone out and bought a brand-new couch, but instead Dean just saw this one and decided on the side of the road that he had to have it.

So, like I said we almost every time sink into the couch.

“Since it was your idea for a movie night, I’m giving you the honors of picking the first movie we watch!” I said handing her the remote that I had just fished form between the seat moments ago.

“Aww, you’re so sweet baby.” Y/n said kissing my cheek before she went on and searched through Netflix. After only a short time, I heard a frustrated groan come from Y/n. After being with Y/n for as long as I have, I’ve noticed different groans, and huffs have completely different meanings.

The groan thought meant that she was about to give up, frustration taking over her mind and her body. “Honey, is everything okay?” I asked deciding best to intervene before the remote ended up stuck in the TV screen. My girl has one hell of a throw.

“No nothing is fine!” She said huffing rather louder. “Give me the remote and tell me what you want to find.” I suggested. Plopping the remote into my lap Y/n crossed her arms and leaned in to the back of the couch.

“Baby you gotta tell me what I’m looking for, or should I already know?” I asked. I feel like I was poking a bear, or maybe a balloon just waiting her to explode. But she never did, I could hear her taking a deep breath in and then exhaling. “You know me enough to know that you let me choose, so Disney movies and I’m sorry for getting so upset so quickly.” Y/n said fidgeting with her finger nails.

“It’s okay love. You’ve got nothing to worry about. Now let’s see about watching some Disney movies.” I spoke.

I ended up having to go to Disney plus which held all of Disney's movies. “I’m figuring you want to watch their princess collection first, right?” I said, I received a hum in response.

Watching the movies in order for Y/n was the most important thing, so we started off with Snow white and the seven dwarfs. Watching through Y/n sang almost every song, and would sometimes nudge me to join in. I’d deny and she give me her doe eyes and I'd join regardless. Once the movie was over, I clicked around trying to find the next movie.

“Lips red as the rose, Hair black as ebony, skin white as snow.” I repeated as I looked around for the movie CInderella. I was interrupted before being able to click on the movie title. “Hey, that’s the phrase that the mirror says the queen. How do you remember that?” Y/n asked.

I honestly think she was totally surprised. “Because in a way it reminds me of you.” I said winking and clicked on the title of the movie. Cinderella played through, I had to pause a few times letting Y/n tell me when she was a young girl how much she wanted to be a princess but not just any princess she wanted to be Cinderella, and how her parents had bought her Cinderella dresses and she wear the plastic glass slippers and clink around her house.

Somethings you just always forget. Somethings like that are worth forgetting though, just so she can retell the same story and have the same cute and exciting look on her face. That was why I was okay with sitting down and watching Disney movies with her, because they made her so extremely happy and that’s all I needed to be happy.

We watched through that movies. “On the stoke of twelve, the spell will be broken, and everything will be as it was before.” I spoke. “Who said it though?” Y/n said questioning me. “Cinderellas fairy godmother!” I spoke.

I hadn’t realized how much this was now turning in to a game between Y/n and I. The next movie in our now marathon was sleepy beauty, so far, I had quoted every movie at the end.

So, this time Y/n was ready for it, “Now father, you’re living in the past, this is the 14th century.” I said a little laughed came out. “Oh, come on, there are so many better ones to choose from!” Y/n said dramatic.

“Yeah, like which ones? "I said, knowing Y/n knew a lot more about Disney movies then I did. “I’m awfully sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, Make it pink, Oh dear, what an awkward situation. And that to name a few.” Y/n said totally sassy me, but whatever. This was her guilty pleasure. There was no reason to tease her about it.

We watched through ariel, I only stopped the movie once since Y/n said she need a peep break and I most defiantly needed a good stretch. When she came back, I said “Don’t underestimate the importance of body language!” I said as I shimmied my hands down my sides and winked at her as Y/n sat down on to the couch.

“Haha, very funny. Come on now. Sit with me.” She said giving me grabby hands. I sat down and we continued our watch through, unfortunately we only made it another two movies seeing as Y/n had fallen asleep with her head in my lap and a blanket covering the rest of her body.

Beauty and the Beast was the second to last movie we watched before Y/n fell asleep, she had cuddled closer and reminded me that she sometimes thought of this movie when she saw us together. “Take it with you so you’ll always have a way to look back... and remember me”

She cuddled in closer as I quoted that and looked for the next movie. Yawning I asked Y/n “Do you want to stop? We can always pick up tomorrow.” I said She shook her head and said “Please continue.”

Looking for the next movie, I found that was a musical now about the movie, Aladdin was the next movie, this was an upbeat movie. I remember vaguely seeing this as a young boy, something that Dean had taken me to do, while he sat in the back making out with whatever girl he was with at that point.

“Y/n, I do love you, but I gotta stop pretending to be something I’m not.” I said kissing Y/n temple and shutting off the tv, and the lights before grabbing the underneath of Y/n knees and carrying her to bed.

Compelted on: 04/15/2021

[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: it's cold outside

Pairing: Sam W. x Fem!Reader

Pov: Sam

Warnings: Fluff, cuteness, Christmas themes, snowing outside, comfy spots,

Summary: Opening Christmas gifts. AU! Sam and Y/n realize they both got each other the same gifts. They also watch the snowfall. maybe a proposal

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is the second to the last writing challenge I have to complete. I'm so happy and sad that this challenge is almost over.

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The snow outside was starting to cover the porch. it was just barely six am, rolling over I grabbed y/n. she moaned slightly into me as I shifted her into my grasp. Y/n felt so warm around my arms she eventually got comfortable around my grasp.

Seven am the digital clock said, the sun was just baby peeking over the horizon yet. This was the first winter, the first Christmas that Y/n and I would be spending together fully alone. So in technical terms, this is our third Christmas together.

She moaned again as she shifted in my arms the morning sun just not bright enough to fully wake her from her dreams, or even her sleep. slipping from her grasp I snuck from our bed and down stairs.

Having hidden a few presents in the closet away from sneaking eye, such as Y/n. I had noticed the last two years Y/n always no matter what has to sneak a peak.

This year I most definitely did not need y/n snooping around my gifts. Bringing them in from the closet I tried my hardest to place the gifts in empty spots under the Christmas tree.

After doing so, I got to work on breakfast. Seeing as I was the better cook between the two of us. I made hot chocolate and coffee because Y/n was mostly going to sleep till dawn I needed something to wake her up even it was Christmas morning. I turned on Christmas music just something low, but sweet enough to in have in the background.

You know what's funny to me, as a child as kids who believe in a magical person who deliveries present. I remember my older brother Dean beating me at waking up every single Christmas morning. My mother and father would come in hours later and tell us that Santa had come. Dean would beat me down the stairs and always had so much energy, but our parents never seemed against it.

It's funny the little memories you hold on to even twenty-plus years later. The deal between Y/n and I was so. The first year we would visit her family up in Utah and the following year we could visit mine in Kansas.

Eight am and Y/n is still not awake. Alright try for plan two, I walked my way up the stairs with a cup of coffee and a bowl of fruit. nothing too heavy seeing as she is just going to wake up.

Walking in through the open doorway. I was met with a beautiful moment, or whatever you want to call it. Y/n was curled up into my pillow tightly hugging it, the blinds that had been left open the night before for the moon's bright beam to cast in were instead the bright sun casting in. It cascaded over her face, down her arms, beaming down slightly onto the skin on her leg.

I quietly set down her cup of coffee and the bowl of fruit grabbing my phone from the back pocket of my flannel pants. Snapping one or two or maybe five pictures of her. In moments like this, a picture is really worth a thousand words.

Throwing my phone back into my back pocket. I walked over to Y/n quietly and gently tried shaking her awake. "My love wakes up," I spoke gently in her forehead kissing it a few times. "My love it Christmas" She didn't budge her grasp on my fluffy pillow only tightening.

"My love I have coffee for you, and I made breakfast." I tried saying a bit louder and more clear. She moved eventually after I spent ten minutes of my morning caressing her arms, her forehead, and brushing through her hair with my hands.

"My dear, it almost nine in the morning," I said pushing the coffee closer to her on the side table in our bedroom. She moaned and groaned as she shifted and was just barely awake. "Good Morning my love," I said gently as I didn't want to bombard Y/n with too much in the morning.

She stretched and reached towards me. "Mornin' Sammy!" Y/n said. I moved out of her way, she swang her legs over the edge of our bed and set her feet into the slippers.

"Coffee?" I asked her, she hummed in response and took the hot cup out of my hands. Y/n hair was wrapped in these odd color things, but according to Y/n, it was to curl her hair in her sleep especially when her hair was wet.

The odd things that women did for their beauty routines. She sipped at the coffee, her head resting on my shoulder. "It snowed last night baby," I spoke as she got up and walked towards the window.

I could write you a dictionary size book of things that I love about Y/n, and that right there, this moment was another I'd have to add to that book.

Nine am. Y/n in the shower, after finishing her coffee and bringing her hidden gifts out and doing the same as I. I worked on dinner ham, muffins for the hell of it. Things I knew that Y/n had fallen in love with when we visited my parents, and of course there were meals that I wanted to desperately try that we had in Utah with Y/ns family.

Ten am. Y/n was done with her shower and currently finishing up her makeup. I slipped upstairs noticing cozy outfits laid out on our now made bed. One for her and me. I made my way into the bathroom, Y/n wrapped in her towel and applying a bit of everything that was laid out against the shared sink space.

I came in and wrapped my hands around her waist. She leaned her head into my shoulder as I kissed her jawbone and her neck. Whispering into her ear, "Merry Christmas, baby." I said unclasping her from my grip, stripping off my pants and tank top.

The hot water ran down my back as I remembered that today I'm asking Y/n the forever question. Last Christmas I had even asked her father for the mission to marry his daughter. Even if he said no, I'm pretty sure his wife would have smacked him and told me 'yes you may, honey'.

Eleven am. I was finished with my shower, Y/n was done with her light makeup. We were both wearing our matching outfits. We made our way downstairs, y/n slipped her phone from her hand and into mine. "Let's take a few pictures, I want to send a few to our parents, and of course Dean," Y/n said as she began to smile awaiting for me to raise the phone in my hands, and up above us.

She never needed makeup, and I made sure to tell her of that every day, or at least every time I saw her with makeup on. "You look beautiful baby, but you don't need the makeup, because I love you just the way you are. And you, you as your wholesome self in more than enough for me." I said as we looked through the pictures.

Y/n started sending off pictures to people, the cute ones were sent to our parents, the one where we were kissing she posted on one of her social media accounts. The last few ones when we made funny faces she sent to Dean.

If I ever lost her, I think I'd lose my mind. Absolute go crazy, not saying she keeps me from going crazy, she's just the love of my life, and I simply wouldn't know what to do with myself if she was suddenly gone.

Twelve pm. "Come on Sammy! Let's open gifts please!" Y/n says jumping all over the living room. I hummed and sat down on the couch. Y/n pulled a few of my gifts out and grabbed hers. Handing a few small ones and a few bigs ones.

Books, cooking books, a photo album, a few other silly little things, but she still had one box for me. "Here open these honey," I said handing her a few boxes that were wrapped in reindeer wrapping paper. She gushed over the paper and then tore into the gifts.

I too had grabbed her books, a few things from the craft store, and literally anything else she had hinted to during the year. A new necklace because the other was tarnished, a subscription to amazon prime because she has a tendency to buy a lot of things.

She smiled having a few tears in the cusp of her eyes. She rushed up from the floor and jumped into my lap, "Thank you, baby! So much!" I wrapped my hands around her waist to keep her in my lap. She was kissing up a storm on my face, missing either on purpose or accidentally my lips.

We stayed like this for a few moments. Just kissing each other, staying in the moment forever. The kissing wasn't harsh or teeth rode. It was sweet and slow, her lips against mine. Moments like this I memorized her shape and the way her lips tasted against mine.

She rested her head against my chest, and we stayed like this for a few, before she got up and noticed that we both two boxes left. "What do you think we can open them up at the same time?!" So we did, opening them and holding the cute jumpers up in the air at the same time. I could barely see Y/ns eyes over the jumper, then noticed something very cute, and funny.

"Y/n, sweetheart?" I asked she hummed in response. "did.. we got the same gift for each other I think." I said finally I could see Y/n's eyes. She gasped and then giggled. There are other things I'd add to that dictionary, or the book, or whatever.

She giggled and got up running towards the bathroom. "I'm going to go try this on Sammy!"She screamed as she slipped down our hardwood floor and into the bathroom. I went and found the box, the box that had the simple ring it, a set of three diamonds on a gold band.

I heard the clasp of the door open, and then Y/n started talking, on one knee I stayed until Y/n noticed I wasn't answering her back. She looked down at me, then at my hands. Back the jumpers that I was also wearing, "You look cute in your jumper love, so I have a whole speech planned out here. I.. umm... I have spent a large portion of my life loving you from afar, then I got you and I could love you up close you are mine, but I want to be able to wake up next to you forever, I want to continue to make you giggle and laugh, smile at the little things I say to you. I so desperately want to be the father of your kids, have more Christmas like this, so I guess what I'm asking you is simple. Will you Y/n L/n marry me?" I asked her.

No moments of silence she was down on the floor with me, kissing my face repeating 'yes' over and over again. "A hundred times yes, thousand times yes. God, I love you, Winchester. "She said as I slipped the three stones onto her finger.

We kissed again but this just felt different, maybe it was because she wasn't just a girlfriend anymore she is the rest of my life, she's my forever. She is my Mrs. Winchester.

We broke from our kiss, she grabbed her phone and took a picture of course of her hand and then one of us again for the second time. Sending it off yet again. She was happy, and that's all I have ever wanted for her.

Completed on: 05/28/2021

Posted on: 05/28/2021

[mrsnegan]

Drunk

[Here's the next part of @band--psycho's Bingo Challenge. Fasten your seat belts, there's some drama and smut coming your way. 😉]

Summary: The reader tries to distract herself from thinking about Negan, but things take a different turn.

Square: I'm fine

Warnings: being drunk, touchy guy, angst, smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex

Part 1: Dirty Little Secret

Part 2: Movie Night

Part 3: Pitch Black Impala

Part 4: Calm Before The Storm

Part 5: When It All Comes Crashing Down

Part 6: Aftermath

The music is too loud in your ears, but you kind of like the beat vibrating through your body. It drowns out your heartache. Well, maybe it is the Tequila burning your throat which makes you feel good too. Light-headed. Light-hearted.

Some of your newest friends dragged you into this bar not far away from campus, to party a bit, to make sure you didn't lock yourself into your room in your free time. They don't know what happened three months ago. But they noticed your lack of enthusiasm, your tired and sad eyes, your broken heart. So they did everything in their power to distract you from whatever misery you went through. You are thankful for them, you really are.

Since your horrible roadtrip with Negan and Celia, you haven't talked to any of them. Celia is treating you with silence, not a single word from her since she walked in on Negan and you. You can't blame her, you definitely deserve to be ignored. Negan, on the other hand, tried to reach out to you several times during the last months. He called, he wrote, he left voicemail messages, though you didn't answer or called back. How could you? There has to be a hard cut in order to cleanse your soul or whatever your mind comes up with to feel less than trash.

You sigh and gulp down another shot before you notice a decent-looking guy approaching you. At first, you want to roll your eyes and disappear into the night, but then you see him smile kindly and decide to give it a try.

He invites you for a drink, smalltalk and compliments follow soon after. The guy named Richard is a nice distraction, attractive too. You practically bath in the attention he showers you with and with enough liquid courage, you even say yes when he asks you to dance a bit.

Your feet don't cooperate well with your mind, Richard doesn't mind though. He sweeps you around, pressing you against his warm body. The dance floor is crowded, almost too much for your liking, but the dizziness of being drunk makes everything seem okay for you. Even when Richard's hands keep wandering down your spine, you don't push him away, too caught up in your state of blissful carelessness.

Just when his hands reach for your butt, you feel another person bumping into him so you have to let go to not crash to the floor.

"Dude, what the hell?" Richard exclaims annoyed. The moment you register who disturbed your dancing, your blood freezes in your veins

"She's drunk, asshole. You don't take advantage of girls being drunk, that's not fucking cool."

"And that's what? Your problem? You her dad or what?"

Negan laughs bitterly, pushing you behind himself some more to bring you out of the focus.

"Yeah, it's my problem and no, I'm not. But I will protect her anyhow. Now get your sorry ass out of my sight." His deep voice beams over the loud music, his eyes hard and determined to do everything in his power to keep this boy away from you.

"Whatever man", Richard says, turning away to leave for the bar.

As Negan turns around to you, your glassy eyes scan his face involuntarily. He still looks attractive and manly, though is beard seems to be longer, more unkempt. His gaze lingers at you, hard and unyielding. You can spot the underlying tenderness, his affection towards you, but he looks tired, sad and angry at the same time.

"Thanks for nothing", you mumble after long moments of silence, turning away on your heels to get away from the situation. Heart hammering in your chest uncontrollably, you head for the restrooms.

Just as you let the door close behind you, you hear it being opened again, Negan sneaking in.

"What the hell? You shouldn't be in here", you tell him bluntly, turning away to find leverage on the sink.

"You should thank me for showing this asshole his boundaries. No one should be touching you like this."

"And why not?"

"Because you're drunk and...you're not fine."

"How can you tell, hm? I'm fine, Negan, I really am." Your voice sounds steadier in your head than in reality, giving away your drunken self.

"No, you're not", Negan answers tiredly, taking first one, then two steps in your direction.

"I can tell, because I'm not fine either. I've missed you", he confesses to you, making you whip around to face him again.

"Just...don't."

"Don't what? Talk to you, take care of you? I won't let guys like him take advantage of you. No fucking way."

You look at him for a long time, breathing ragged, heart still pounding wildly.

"How did you even know I'm here?"

"I didn't. I just came here for a beer and saw you dancing with that...idiot. I immediately knew I should step the fuck up. I can't..."

"Can't what?"

Negan takes another step towards you, coming to a halt right in front of your face. You can smell his cologne, the familiar scent you longed for so long, it nearly makes you tear up.

"I can't forget you. I can't let you get hurt."

"I'm already hurt, damn it", you respond furiously, pushing him away, so he stumbles back again.

"Do you think I ain't hurt? Shit, I'm in..."

You storm past him, though he grabs your wrist, his grip as gentle as possible, and turns you around to him again.

Your reaction follows suit as you slap him across his face hard.

He winces visibly, but doesn't let go, staring at you determined to prove his point. His lips come crashing down onto yours only a few heartbeats later while he drives you back against the wall beside the door.

You moan into his mouth, unable to push him away, this time not because of being drunk, but because you long for him still, his kiss intoxicating.

His hands push your skirt up and your panties to the side, finding you already slick and ready for him.

You groan at his touch, fumbling with his belt and freeing his half-hard member. It doesn't take long for you to stroke him to his full glory and when he buries himself to the hilt inside of you, you both moan in union.

Negan sets a fast pace, wrapping your right leg around his hips to drive into you with more force.

While words fail you, the kisses both of you share tell everything you need to know. Three long months without him has made you go insane, him too, and as angry as you still are about the whole situation, about betraying your best friend, you've also missed him so much.

"Shit, princess..." Negan moans against your neck, fucking you senseless with just a few thrusts, filling you completely.

You feel the familiar high approach faster than usual, falling apart in his arms as soon as his fingers rub your clit.

Negan pulls out as an reaction to your walls tightly milking him, shooting his release against your thighs, your name tumbling from his lips like a prayer.

The both of you pant heavily, still clinging to each other's bodies.

"This...this doesn't change anything", you whisper out of breath, your lips connecting with his in another passionate kiss.

---

"This changes everything", he holds against it, nipping at your lower lip. "Because I love you."

---

Part 8: Feels Like Home

Taglist: @iluvneganandjamie @murphslass @negans-attagirl @msjamesmarch @you-a-southpaw-doll @in-ky

[mrsnegan]

Dirty Little Secret - Negan x Virgin!Reader

[This is my first contribution to @band--psycho's bingo challenge. I love my board so damn much, btw!]

Summary: The female reader is visiting her best friend Celia who is still living with her dad, Negan. After a cheerful party, the reader is confronted with her inappropriate feelings towards Negan, who also discovers her little secret...and offers his "help".

Square: Character x Virgin!Reader

Warnings: virgin!reader, age gap, smut, swearing, daddy kink

Part 2: Movie Night

Part 3: Pitch Black Impala

Part 4: Calm Before The Storm

Part 5: When It All Comes Crashing Down

Part 6: Aftermath

Part 7: Drunk

"C'mon babe, we're going to be late!" Celia's head appears in the door to the guest bedroom.

"Just a second", you respond and reapply your lipstick. It's a deep red, matching the dress you're wearing. One of your high school buddies, Steve, celebrates his 22nd birthday today. And as luck will have it, spring break is the perfect opportunity for you to visit your best friend Celia, so you both can catch up and party with your friends. Celia lives with her cool (and pretty hot) dad Negan who is chill most of the time but strict when it comes to boys. You've befriended Celia in your last year at high school, since then, the two of you were inseparable. Uni came and so you moved away, but with friends and family still living here, you are visiting quite often. She's told you about her mother dying when she was a child, her dad's breakdown and all the trouble he went through to still give Celia everything she may need in life. It has made you cry more than once when you thought about their tragedy but when you look at them now, their laughter loud and their bond strong, you feel happy for them. Though, it also makes you feel guilty because of the, well, inappropriate thoughts you entertain since a few years. Those thoughts won't leave you be, they appear in the most unfitting situations. Negan handing you a cup of coffee, him opening the front door in one of his buttoned-down shirts, him just smiling at a bad joke of yours...all of this lets this warm and tingly feeling spread through your whole body, traveling straight to your core. Hell, you've lost count at how often you've touched yourself to the thought of him - and you feel dirty afterwards, time after time. He could be your dad too, you shouldn't entertain such ideas. With a huff, you look at your own reflection in the mirror for the last time before you stand up, put on your shoes and get down the stairs.

Celia is waiting for you at the front door, motioning for you to hurry up.

"Don't rush me or I will fall down those damn stairs", you say laughing.

"Oh, we won't have that, will we?" His barritone voice, suddenly right in front of you, chills you to the bones.

He offers you his hand and after just a second of hesitation, you take it so he can escort you down the last few steps.

"Dad, you're always such a gentleman, it hurts my eyes", Celia giggles. Your cheeks are bright red by now, you could have forgone blush.

"Thanks", you mumble when you reach the ground. Just one look into his hazel eyes is enough for you to gulp visibly. He looks good today, his smile is bright with a hint of mischiev in it.

"Have fun! And be good girls. Remember, if I catch you bringing home any boys, your punishment will be your smallest problem." It's not Celia he's looking at, it's you.

---

The party is all you've wanted it to be: full of fun, laughter, drinks, good music and amazing people. You really enjoy spending time with your friends and getting shitfaced in the process. You even kiss one of the strangers, Liam, or whatever is his name, and giggle afterwards when Celia drags you to the taxi.

"Don't tell your dad", you drunkenly whisper and Celia laughs loudly at your remark.

The both of you come home to a silent and dark house. Negan must be asleep by now which you welcome a lot. He doesn't need to see your drunken ass or ask you about what happened or didn't happen at the party. You say goodnight to Celia and go to the guest bedroom which happens to be door to door to Negan's room. His door isn't fully closed, so you risk a look inside. You can't see much, but you can make out Negan peacefully sleeping. His bare chest peaks out under the covers, making you drool. You look at him a moment longer, then head to your room and close the door behind you. You strip down to your underwear and lay on the soft mattress of the bed. You're drunk, horny and shameless, so your fingers find their way down your body into your underwear, scratching that itch Negan seems to leave every time you lay eyes on him. It doesn't take long for you to come undone, sleep taking you over after you barely manage to get rid of your now soiled underwear and pull the covers over your flushed body.

---

The bright light of the morning shining through the windows wakes you up the next day. Your head feels heavy, your eyelids too, so you try to sleep a bit longer. But with the sound of your phone buzzing on the night stand, there is no such thing. You grab it, immediately reading Celia's message:

"Couldn't wake you up, you little drunken, snoring mess, so I had to leave for the job interview without saying a proper goodbye. Got a kiss on your cheek from me though, haha. Coffee's waiting for you downstairs, some scrambled eggs too. Btw, don't tell dad about the job interview, he thinks I've got a doctor's appointment. Can't let him know I partied the night before it, he will ground me for the next months. Will be back in the afternoon, I'm meeting with Steve afterwards. Xo"

"You little bitch", you laugh. The smell of last night lingers in your nose. After a much needed shower and some freshly brushed teeth you feel human again. Downstairs, you pour yourself a cup of coffee and eat the scrambled eggs Celia prepared for you.

"Long night?"

You turn around to see Negan standing in the door to the kitchen, smiling down at you.

"Yeah", you shortly answer him, trying to anchor yourself with your coffee mug.

"Ah, to be young again. Too much booze makes my fucking head explode nowadays, you seem to look fucking decent for a long night out."

The hot rush of blood tings your cheeks red in an instant. You say nothing, just look down at your coffee.

You feel the chair next to you move, he sits down, looking at you.

"Any special occurrences at last night's party?" he asks in a casual manner, yet you can hear a dominant undertone, heart beating faster.

"No sir".

"Shit, Y/N, no need to call me sir. Do I make you feel uncomfortable?"

There's no way not to look him in the eyes now. Your gaze travels up, from his hands, to his shirt, up his neck to his lips, up to his eyes. They stare at you blatantly.

"Yes, a bit", you answer him truthfully. There's no denying with him, no chance to lie, he will see through you anyway.

"I'm just kidding, princess, no need to be nervous. All is good!" He heartily laughs, grabbing the empty coffee mug sitting next to yours, not without brushing your arm in the process, sending sparks through your whole body. He pours himself a hot drink too, before he stands up and leaves for the living room.

"And by the way, you looked smoking hot in that red dress of yours. I bet every little fucker wanted to get his hands on you. Lucky for them they didn't", he says on his way out, leaving you shivering and utterly speechless.

---

The next few hours you try to ignore your hammering heart and the heat pooling between your legs. His flirting is downright shameless, you can't even comprehend how someone can act this non-chalantly about all of this. He is your best friends dad, damn it. You've always thought your mind was filthy but this...you can't believe he's also feeling the unmistakable sexual tension between the two of you. Clearly he's only toying with you, why would someone as attractive and mature as him be interested in you?

With a sigh you decide to tidy up a bit. You collect last night's clothes from the floor when you notice, horrified, that something's missing. You search everywhere, under the bed, besides the sideboard, next to your bag, in your bag, but there's nothing.

"Are you searching for this, princess?" Negan stands in the door, again scaring the shit out of you. You look up at him, his smug smile telling you everything you need to know. From his fingers dangle last night's panties, those ones you came into while thinking about him.

"Give them to me, please." With a desperate try to snatch them from his hand, you nearly land against his broad chest.

"Uh uh, not so fast, princess. Just answer me one question, then you'll get them back."

"Fine." Arms crossed in front of you, you wait for his question, heartbeat fast, oh so fast, palms sweaty.

His grin spreads from ear to ear, mocking you.

"Tell me, who do you thought about while creaming those panties?"

You can't answer him, you can't possibly tell him, so you remain silent. Apparently Negan can't have non of that, taking a step into your direction.

"I heard you last night. Your little whimpers and moans made me rock hard, not gonna lie. And I'm fucking sure I heard my name too."

Still not answering him, you look down at your feet.

"C'mon princess, we're both adults here, no need to act like a little virgin."

As soon as he says this, you freeze, turning white while your eyes shoot up to his face.

Your reaction alone seems to be enough for him to read you like a book.

"No way."

You say nothing, again, unable to move a finger.

"Damn woman, you're a virgin." More of a statement than a question.

"Holy shit. Want me to pop your cherry?"

Negan is blunt, you've known him long enough, but this kind of bluntness shocks you...and arouses you to no end.

"Negan...", you gulp, "this is...we can't..."

"It's a fucking yes then, isn't it?"

"Negan, please...Celia...we can't do this."

"Celia's a big girl and this here, between us, none of her business. Just tell me what you want and I will gladly give it to you."

His offer is tempting, too tempting for you to deny it. Your nervousness can't compete with your desire, flooding your veins, clouding your mind.

"Negan...I...I want...you", you stammer. The truth is out, finally leaving your lips. You look up at him again, his eyes dark now, lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"Oh princess, you have no idea how damn long I've waited for you to say this."

He's on you in an instant, dropping your panties in the process, nearly knocking you off your feet while his lips collide with yours. No one before him has kissed you like this, his hunger for you plainly written in his face.

He walks you back towards the bed, his hands are everywhere, kneading the flesh of your round ass, collecting the material of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head.

The slight scratch of his salt and pepper beard feels delightful, an appreciated contrast to your hot skin. Your back hits the sheets, this time with him on top. Your sweatpants are next, leaving you in your underwear.

"Fucking shit, look at you." Negan's gaze travels from your face towards your covered pussy and back up again.

"I can't wait to feel you around me."

Your blush intensifies with his dirty words, you watch him take off his shirt and pants to. The glorious sight of his naked chest, covered in tattoos, and the obvious tent in his boxers, make your mouth water. He looks ready to pounce on, sexy and everything you've ever dreamed of.

With skilled fingers, he reaches around you to open your bra, baring your breats to his heated gaze.

"Beautiful", he praises. His lips close around your errect nipples, eliciting rich moans out of you. In no time your panties are on the floor too...and his face right between your legs.

"God dammit, princess, I haven't even started and your sweet pussy is this wet for me."

Looking down at him, feeling his beard against your sensitive skin, makes you cry out in pure bliss. And when his lips close around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, you're lost, hands travelling into his hair to press him against you. He licks and sucks at you gloriously before you feel one of his fingers against your opening. He eases it into you slowly but steady.

"Fuck", you whimper, when his movements increase. Another finger joins the first one, opening you up for him. His eyes remain on your face the whole time, studying your expression. His ministrations gain speed and with them your pleasure. It doesn't take long for him to make you cum, soaking his finger while he's lapping up your arousal.

With a grin he pulls back, taking a long look at your shaking body in front of him.

"Damn, had I know you're this responsive, I would've done this earlier."

You just laugh out of breath before you slowly get up and kneel down in front of him. Negan looks down at you with a raised eyebrow, seemingly interested in your next move. Your hands push down his boxers, freeing his erection. His member stands proud and big in front of your face, making you gulp. You have no idea how he might fit and the knowledge that this is definitely going to hurt comes to the front of your mind, but you crave him so much, you can't back down now.

Your hand closes around his length, giving him much needed pressure, before your lips take him into your wet mouth.

The moans coming out of his shoot fresh arousal straight to your core. This right here is better than any of your wet dreams. And you've dreamed multiple times of sucking him off. You start to bob your head, pleasuring anything you can't fit into your mouth with your hand.

"Fucking hell, princess, you might be a virgin, but you're definitely a pro at sucking cock."

He collects your hair into a loose ponytail while watching you work him. He pants above you with every push and pull, encouraging you with his hand in your hair to take him deeper, faster. You momentarily gag when he hits the back of his throat, but are rewarded by him growling loudly.

"Enough", he pants, gently pulling you off of him, "gonna cum in your mouth the next time, today it's all about this tight pussy of yours."

Negan motions for you to lay down on the bed again. He walks towards the sideboard, opening one of the drawers to get a condom. When he's ready, he joins you, looking you deep into your lust-clouded eyes before he positions himself at your center, leaning down to kiss you hungrily.

Suddenly, your nerves seem to get the best of you. Stopping Negan with one hand against his chest, you search his eyes. "Please be..."

"...gentle?" he ends your sentence for you, smiling down at you warmly.

"I'm no savage, princess. It will hurt a bit though, even with you being so fucking wet for me."

You laugh nervously, nodding your head in agreement. The kiss that follows feels sweeter than the last ones.

Eyes closed you wait for Negan to enter you. When nothing happens, you open them again, staring directly into his.

"That's better. Eyes open, Y/N, I wanna see all of you."

No sooner do you feel his tip at your entrance. Your nails drive themselves into his arms with the first little push.

"Relax for me. Daddy's got you", he coos and him calling himself that should have made you run away, but instead...it turns you on. The low moan leaving your lips yet again gives away your dirty mind. He just looks down at your face, smiling knowingly, pushing himself into you inch by inch.

"That's a good girl."

It hurts like hell, the stretch is uncomfortable and painful, though you cling to him, trying to relax as much as possible.

Negan kisses you sweetly, and while doing so, his hand travels between your bodies, gently rubbing your clit to give you some extra reward for taking him in so good.

When he's fully seated inside of you, he kisses away your tears of discomfort which roll down your cheeks.

"So good for me. You're taking me so damn well and that tight pussy feels like heaven. Breath for me, nice and even."

You do as he says, trying to relax your breathing.

He pulls out a bit before driving himself into you again, slowly, carefully. Your brows furrow, the strench still uncomfortable and an unknown feeling for you, though you breath steadily for him, trying to let him in, pull away and let him in again. The rhythm he sets soon isn't enough for you. The pain dulls, another feeling taking over.

"Negan", you whisper, another whimper leaving your lips.

"Yes princess?"

"F-faster please. Fuck me faster, daddy."

"Dirty girl", he comments with a smirk, increasing his thrusts. He is rewarded with your moans shortly after.

"How does it feel?" he asks you, panting himself.

"D-different than I imagined. But...fuck...so good."

He fucks you with a bit more force now, driving his length into you with precise movements. His hand returns to your clit, rubbing you in tune with his thrusts. It only takes a few more heartbeats for you to reach another orgasm. You writhe underneath him, the sensation tingling in your whole body.

"Fuck Y/N, you look so damn beautiful while cuming for me."

Negan's thrusts keep getting harder yet again, chasing his own release deep within you. You're a moaning mess, gladly letting him fuck you the way he needs to reach his high. And he does. With your name tumbling from his lips, he empties himself into the condom.

The both of you lay there breathless for long moments, the aftermath of your orgasms plainly painted on your faces and probably between your thighs.

When Negan pulls out, you whimper because of the loss. He gets rid of the used condom, taking a long look at you afterwards.

"Come princess, let's get you cleaned up", he warmly smiles down at you, offering his hand.

You take it and stand up on wobbly legs.

"Have I worn you out, Y/N?"

"No daddy, I'm just not used to your big cock", you answer him laughing.

"My my, no virgin anymore and already a corrupted little minx. Let's get into shower."

You follow him into the bathroom and when the water hits your face and body, you suddenly realize what you've done. Negan seems to notice your conflicted feelings, pulling you into his embrace from behind.

The water washes away your desire and also any evidence of your little activity.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, princess. This can remain between us two, our dirty little secret if you will", Negan says against your skin, kissing the spot right behind your ear. "But don't demand from me to keep my hands to myself when you're around. This pussy is too delicious to ignore."

---

Part 2: Movie Night

Tag list: @iluvneganandjamie

[mrsnegan]

Aftermath

[Hey y'all! I finally managed to write the next part for @band--psycho's Bingo Challenge. It's been a long ride, I know, and this part is rather short, but full of emotions. 💔 So be warned, it's rather heartbreaking. Thanks again for all your support, I hope you're still with me on this one. 😊]

Summary: You face the aftermath of your secret affair, breaking more than one heart in the process.

Square: Hospital AU

Warnings: angst, breakup

Part 1: Dirty Little Secret

Part 2: Movie Night

Part 3: Pitch Black Impala

Part 4: Calm Before The Storm

Part 5: When It All Comes Crashing Down

"Is she okay?" Negan asks one of the nurses who emerges the examination room.

"Are you her father, sir?"

Negan cringes slightly at the question, but nods his head because he knows otherwise they won't tell him anything.

"She's got a broken nose, we've fixed it as best as possible and gave her some medication for the pain, she will be alright."

"Thank you", Negan mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You can go see her now. All the best."

He nods absently, walking past her to enter the examination room.

You sit on a chair, your nose taped, looking miserable.

"Shit, my girl hit you damn hard. I'm so sorry, she shouldn't have done that."

"We shouldn't have done that behind her back", you answer flatly, unable to look him into the eyes.

You can feel him move towards you, but you try to stop him with a simple gesture.

"Please don't."

Negan huffs, taking another step into your direction anyway.

"I said stop it, Negan."

He hushes you, pulling you up gently and into his arms, cautious not to hurt you or touch your broken nose.

A rage takes over your body and mind as soon as he closes his arms around you. Your fists come down quickly against his chest, fresh tears clouding your sight. Sob after sob wrecks your body, the sheer hurt and anger inside of you running wild. Negan anchors you, not letting go until you are just a crying mess, desperately clinging to his body. How much time passes, you can't tell. Everything that happened since Celia walked in on you seems to be long ago but also just seconds.

"Let's get outta hear", Negan whispers into your ear, kissing the shell of it softly.

You nearly flinch at the gesture, being intimate with him feels wrong, but you can't pull yourself back. Too weak, too embarrassed, too tired to try.

"Celia took an Uber to the nearest train station, Steve brought her home with him. She's safe", he explains when you get into the car next to him. "I thought you should know she's alright."

"No, she isn't", you murmur matter-of-factly, your eyes fixating the hospital.

Negan just breaths heavily before starting the engine, bringing the both of you farther and farther away from the chaos you created.

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When he arrives in front of your building, he shuts off the engine, taking a look at you. It is well past midnight already, the traffic doing its best to cage you in the car with him as long as possible, to draw out the inevitable.

"Princess, please, talk to me. Let me take you home and we can figure this out."

You slowly face Negan, the beating of your own heart echoes loudly in your ears. A feeling of unease, of hurt, tightens your chest with every breath you take.

"I...We can't, Negan. This...it's over." The single tear escaping your eye burns on your skin, this is harder than you ever thought possible. "Don't you understand? She knows. She hates me. She might forgive you someday, but she won't forgive me. Whatever we shared, it's...it doesn't matter anymore. There's no future for us if we want to...I don't know, make this right again."

You can't even look him in the eyes when you explain your decision, you know what you will find there. You can sense his hurt, his trouble, the desperate try to find an argument against the truth.

"Princess, please." The break in his voice, the slight shaking of it, nearly breaks your heart, though you still can't look at him, can't look at the mirror of your own feelings.

Without another word, you loosen your seat belt and open the door. Your feet won't cooperate with your mind, it takes all the strength you have left to get up and out of the car. You close the door carefully before walking to the trunk to get your stuff. Negan is beside you suddenly, helping you out and closing the trunk lid for you. Without another word of protest, he carefully collects your face in his strong hands and presses a desperate kiss onto your lips. You sob at the contact, at what this means for the both of you and gather all your courage not to cry like a baby.

When he lets go of you, there's nothing you can do but look up into his eyes, risking a final look. Your hearts shatters at what you find there. His glassy eyes stare into yours, trying to find a last straw of hope he could cling to.

You shake your head, letting your forehead rest against his for a second. His scent is still intoxicating, making it even harder for you to turn around. You have to, you know, so you slowly let go of him, keeping an appropriate distance.

"Goodbye", you whisper before you grab your bag and walk as fast as you can towards your building.

As soon as your door closes behind you, you break down, crying uncontrollably. Heartbroken is an understatement, Negan's look so devastating, you nearly broke down in front of him. But you couldn't.

Your broken nose hurts like hell and you gulp down your prescribed pain killers with water between sobs, hoping they will dull the ache in your face and head as well as your heart.

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Taglist: @iluvneganandjamie @murphslass @negans-attagirl @msjamesmarch @you-a-southpaw-doll @in-ky

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Part 7: Drunk

[mrsnegan]

Pitch Black Impala

[This is part 3 of the @band--psycho Bingo Challenge. And damn, my kinks came out to play with this one, haha. I hope you all ain't annoyed of me updating this series so fast. I go with the flow, so to say, and try to not pressure myself into writing. I write whenever my inspiration's on fire. And it definitely was with this piece of pure smut. 😅 So, have fun, I got hot and bothered while typing away, this is absolutely up my alley and I totally wrote it to entertain myself. 😁🔥]

Warnings: lots of smut, and I mean LOTS, dom/sub, dirty talk, slight daddy kink, swearing, body fluids, rough sex, a bit of choking, a bit of spanking, all the good stuff

Square: smut - dom/sub

Summary: Negan meant what he said during movie night, fulfilling a filthy fantasy for both him and Y/N.

Part 1: Dirty Little Secret

Part 2: Movie Night

Part 4: Calm Before The Storm

Part 5: When It All Comes Crashing Down

Part 6: Aftermath

Part 7: Drunk

By the time the credits roll down the screen, Celia's been asleep for already half an hour, snoring peacefully.

Negan and you, on the other hand, are wide awake, stealing kisses and touches. The thrill of getting caught makes it even more delicious for you. After the little incident in the garage, you can't stop thinking about what's going to happen. Negan doesn't make the situation any more relaxed for you, because he keeps whispering sweet nothings into your ear, working you up so much you nearly straddle his legs right here.

He ends your misery when waking Celia, telling her the movie's over and you should all go to bed. She yawns audibly, nodding her head, slowly getting up and to her bedroom. You know she will be asleep again in no time.

"I'll freshen up a bit, you know where to find me", he tells you with a light kiss on your hairline, too sweet a gesture for what's to come, you think.

You get upstairs into your room to change, stripping down completely and slipping into your robe, the need to make him as desperate for you as you're for him filling your whole body with desire.

---

Negan already waits for you in the dark, his index finger pushed against his lips before they curl into a mischievous grin.

You let the door close behind you, heart hammering uncontrollably.

"Hi", you stupidly say, intimidated by his big frame in the dark.

"You're too sweet, princess", he chuckles. He walks towards you, kissing you softly. The taste of wine and desire mixed with a faint hint of smoke clouds your mind.

"You sure?" Negan asks you while his thumbs draw lazy lines against you cheeks.

"Yes, daddy."

His chuckle sounds rich and promising in your ears.

"Safeword?"

"Cupcakes", you answer him and earn a soft laugh.

"Alright, sweetcheeks."

Negan walks back to his original position. Now that your eyes have adjusted to the darkness, you see him leaning against the hood of his pitch black Chevrolet Impala from 1967. That car has always been a big turn-on for you. Seeing Negan cleaning it or driving around has made for a nice fantasy at night while you touched yourself to the thought of him fucking you on the...

The recognition of what's going to happen makes your mouth turn into a soft "O", heat pooling between your thighs.

"How did you...", you start, but Negan interrupts you.

"Have you seen your pretty face whenever you come near this baby?" His hand caresses nothing but gently over his car, emphasizing what he could do to your body.

"You always look like such a needy little thing, ready to spread your legs and get fucked real good."

A small moan spills between your lips at his words.

"Yeah, fucking thought so. Now c'mere and get on your knees for me."

At first you can't move, too high on adrenaline and desire to even comprehend what he's ordered, but one look into his eyes and you comply. On your way towards him, you unbuckle the belt of your robe, letting it drift open and over your shoulders. It falls to the ground soundlessly.

"Damn, naughty girl", Negan comments on your naked body in front of him.

With another few steps you reach him and are greeted with his hand against your skull, pushing you down to your knees impatiently.

Your hands open his trousers, all the while your eyes are fixed on his. When he's free of his underwear too, you take a good look at his impressive, rock-hard length right in front of your face. Your shaky inhale of breath makes him chuckle above you.

"It's all for you, now beg for my cock. I know you wanna suck it really, really badly, you're always so hungry for it."

His dirty words do things to you, another moan filling the silence.

You're too far gone to move even a finger, so Negan's right hand gets a strong hold of your hair while his left takes his cock and pushes it against your lips.

"I said, beg for it." His voice his dominant and dark, making you obey.

"Please Daddy", you whisper.

"Please what?"

"Fuck my mouth, please." Your cheeks burn with embarrassment of begging him to use you like that, though your glistening pussy tells otherwise.

"Told you I'll get you to beg", Negan says and you instantly open your mouth for him as he pushes your head down, choking you with his length with the first thrust.

He pulls out of you completely before slamming himself into your welcoming mouth again, repeating the action over and over again. Your eyes start to water at the instruction, drool dripping down your chin, but you love every second of it. He's fucking your mouth just as he promised you, delivering unrelenting thrusts, surely relishing in the way you choke on him, your gurgling sounds echoing in the garage. You can't stop looking at his face, full of pleasure and dominance. The need to touch yourself is strong, stronger than ever before and although you Negan won't like it, you can't stop yourself from running your fingers through your wet folds, moaning around his length.

He instantly pulls your head off of him, his eyes dark.

"Did I tell you to touch yourself?"

Your head shakes in his tight grip, the roots of your hair on fire with the force he's literally holding you in the palm of his hand.

"Get up", he commands, letting go of your head.

He watches you while you stand up on your wobbly legs, your face a mess of spit and tears.

"Damn, now you look exactly like the dirty little slut you are."

You shouldn't be this turned on by his dominant nature, you shouldn't enjoy this so much, but you do, lord forgive, you do.

Negan's wide smile makes your knees weak, just like a predator would look at its prey.

He steps out of his trousers and also pulls his shirt over his head, leaving him bare and gloriously handsome in front of you.

"Bend over the hood, princess. And hold on tight because that sweet pussy of yours will be creaming my cock in no time."

You nearly cum at his words, clenching your thighs together in an attempt to gain some friction.

Of course you do as he says, bending over the cold hood of his precious car. This is kinky as shit but you love it.

"Fuck, look at you, all obedient and shit for Daddy. And that ass of yours, damn."

His hands massage the round globes of your ass, making you wiggle from side to side. You earn a sharp slap for your actions, moaning a bit louder than before.

"Don't be greedy, princess", he taunts before he pushes your legs apart some more. His fingers spread your cheeks while he takes a good look at your glistening pussy, his chuckles vibrates through your whole body.

At his surprisingly light touch to you center, you whimper, the sound pathetic in your own ears.

"Fucking hell, you've never been this wet before. You like being treated roughly, do you? Always knew you were kinky, lucky for you it was me who took your innocence away to show you what you really are: a dirty fucking girl, begging me to fuck her into the next week."

There's so much truth to his statement, you're ashamed of yourself and also turned on to the max. With shaking legs, dripping cunt and beating heart you're waiting for his length to dive into you. But nothing happens, he only seems to watch you clench around nothing, arousal dripping down your legs, hands braced on the hood of the car.

"Don't scratch the paint, princess, or I'll need to punish you", he warns, his voice stern.

There's only time for one nod, then he thrusts himself into you to the hilt. You nearly scream at the force, his hand comes crashing down on your mouth to stifle your sounds. He's setting a fast and unrelenting pace, driving you back against him, skin slapping against skin, deliriously pumping himself into you.

You can't keep up with his thrust and collapse forward, panting heavily, your messy face smearing against the hood of the Impala, his hand pressing you down some more. He'll definitely make you clean that up later.

For long minutes he fucks into you with abandon, driving your lust for him into heights you've never experienced before, his hands sure to leave marks on your hips. Finally, his right hand wanders between your legs, rubbing you just right, and your whole body convulses. The orgasm he gifts you with is taking over your body, your mind, your soul, you don't even register you're pressed against his chest all of a sudden, his mouth covering yours to swallow your cries.

"Turn around", he breathes into your ear, nearly stilling inside of you before he pulls away.

You do as he says, trembling visibly, and he helps you up, sitting you on the hood, your legs dangling either side of him.

He's in you again in no time, his gaze wandering between where you're joined and your face.

"Shit, princess...you've no idea...how amazing your tight little...pussy feels. So slick...so fucking hot", he mumbles between his powerful thrusts. You hands grip his upper arms tightly, your nails leaving half-moon marks.

"D-daddy", you moan, your sensitive channel sucking him into you deeper. "I'm gonna..."

"Not yet", he orders, picking up his pace again, the Impala unterneath you shaking with his ministrations.

"But I need..."

"I said no!" His left hand grips your throat possively, restricting your breathing just slightly. You gasp for air, involuntarily clenching around his dick, earning a thick moan from him.

There's no way out, nowhere to escape his dominance, you're his with every part of you.

As soon as his fingers find your clit and rub it harshly, you moan deeply, your body betraying you once again.

"P-please", you stutter as best as you can.

"Cum for me princess, all over my dick."

It's the order and of course him rubbing your clit in tight, punishing circles which drives you over the edge. He lets go off your throat and the much needed oxygen intensifies your high, you nearly faint by the sheer force of it. You feel him slow down his thrusts, but he doesn't stop rubbing you furiously, your orgasm blending into another, much more powerful one, which nearly knocks you back.

"Negan...", you moan, your eyes shut tightly. He pulls out just in time for you to squirt over the hood of the Impala.

"Holy shit", he hollers, catching your collapsing body against his strong frame, letting you catch your breath for some moments, sucking and biting wherever his mouth can reach.

"Get down on your knees, mouth open", he whispers into your ear, this time softer than before.

You comply, totally spend and shaking, looking up at him. He fists himself fast until he comes with a roar and your name leaving his lips, painting your face and the insides of your mouth in his cum. You suck him off without waiting for his command, cleaning him up hungrily. The shaky breath you're greeted with excites you to the core, and even if you're absolutely wrecked, the flaming desire for him doesn't ebb away.

Negan helps you up, kisses your swollen lips without caring about his cum on your face. With any other man you would've been disgusted, but Negan, well, he's definitely not any other man, pushing you to your limits, literally, and making you enjoy the filth of it all.

"You're such a sight for sore eyes, all dirty, all mine. Do you know how privileged you are, having the honor of getting fucked on my baby here? You're the first one, believe it or not, after tonight I can finally check this off my list", he tells you proudly. "You did so good for me."

You watch him reach for a towel on one of the shelves beside him with which he softly and carefully cleans up your face and between your sensitive thighs before he cleans himself too.

Leaning against the hood again, you observe him picking up your robe, helping you into it a heartbeat later.

"We'll clean your mess up tomorrow, the Impala has seen some dirtier things on the road", he says, scooping you up into his arms. "Let's get you into bed, princess, I'm tired as shit."

You laugh at his gesture and lean your head against his shoulder.

"You're a keeper, I hope you know that", he whispers into your ear. The soft tone of his voice almost makes you doubt if he said anything at all.

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Part 4: Calm Before The Storm

Taglist: @iluvneganandjamie @happysgal

[mrsnegan]

Movie Night

[After your amazingly sweet feedback to Dirty Little Secret (thank you so much, especially to @band--psycho, @sugarcoateddream, @iluvneganandjamie, @negans-attagirl and @cole22ann, your comments mean a lot 🥰), I've decided to dedicate @band--psycho's Bingo Challenge and the squares/themes of my board to Negan and the reader, because, well, their story is already unraveling in my head and making a small series out of the first part seems to be such a cool idea. So here comes part two, a bit shorter but I hope you all love it. I couldn't wait to share it with you, hence the fast update.]

Summary: After losing her virginity to Negan, the reader finds herself in a heated situation during movie night.

Square: Movie Quote

Warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, dirty talk, age gap

Part 1: Dirty Little Secret

Part 3: Pitch Black Impala

Part 4: Calm Before The Storm

Part 5: When It All Comes Crashing Down

Part 6: Aftermath

Part 7: Drunk

"Fucking shit, why do we have to watch this?" Negan asks, inspecting the DVD through his glasses.

"It's a classic, dad. Besides, you've lost the bet and now it's my turn to decide what to watch for movie night", Celia joyfully answers, giggling besides me on the sofa.

"The Godfather is a fucking classic, Gone with the Wind is just...awful."

"I told you I could mow the lawn in less than half an hour, shouldn't have bet against me, old man."

You start laughing loudly at her remark, earning a serious look from Negan.

"Old man my ass", he huffs and you can't hold back your tears anymore, laughing hard. Celia joins you, the both of you nearly dying of laughter.

"Very fucking funny", Negan comments, his gaze fixed on you. You can see a faint smile on his lips through your blurry eyes.

"Besides, it's one of Y/N's favorites, so you're overvoted anyway", Celia explains after she calms down again.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, she's got a thing for Rhett."

"Celia", you taunt but she just shrugs.

"It's true, isn't it?"

Your face glows with embarrassment. And there, in Negan's gaze, you find what you've expected: amusement and the knowledge of being exactly your type, older and a smug bastard. He takes off his glasses (in which he looks absolutely fuckable) and says: "Well, who am I to ruin your wet dreams."

Celia begins to laugh again, this time because of you. With cheeks redder than your brightest lipstick, you roll your eyes and leave for the kitchen.

True to his words the day you've lost your virginity to him, he couldn't keep his hands to himself. Every time you visit, he sneaks around, driving you mad with all those little touches, stolen kisses and dirty whispers. And of course ambiguous comments such as this. The last few months you've been at Negan's and Celia's every other weekend. It's nothing uncommon for Celia and you to spend lots of time together and since Uni isn't very stressful for you this semester, you're happy to leave your dorm room behind. Especially if it's in exchange for Negan's arms. The both of you find lots of occasions to make out, mostly when Celia's asleep, at work (of course she did get the job she was interviewed for after the party, you hadn't expected anything less from your best bad bitch) or meeting with Steve. They're dating, secretly so, but it's only a matter of time until both of them will be official. Your guilty conscience is your constant companion, the lies you have to tell in order to maintain your little secret keep you up at night. A week after your first time with Negan and back at Uni you've facetimed Celia to tell her (read: lie) about your one night stand with a fellow student a few days ago, losing your virginity to him. You had to tell her, this was still a big deal for you, so it came natural to make up this story. It would've been a risk to keep quiet about it, but it made this whole situation even worse for you. You don't want to lie, sneak around and fuck her dad behind her back. Though when it comes to Negan and his filthy mouth, you're not willing to stop anytime soon.

---

The evening comes fast. After preparing some snacks and opening a nice bottle of Sauvignon Blanc for movie night, the three of you meet in the living room for Negan's "punishment", as he likes to phrase it.

Celia crashes on Negan's holy armchair ("Such a dad thing" she always says about it), insiting on it being part of the bet. Which leaves you and Negan sitting on the sofa together. Would she have known what was going on between the two of you, she wouldn't have let you sit just a few inches away from each other. With the movie, also Negan's teasing touches start. The only light in the room is the TV, so with Celia facing it, he's searching for your hand in the dark, brushing your leg when getting some more Nachos, bumping lightly into your shoulder when taking another sip of wine. The sheer thrill of the situation leaves your heart hammering in your chest.

"Holy shit, can we please pause this nonsense for a bit? I need to take a pee", Negan requests after one and a half hours into the movie.

Celia pushes pause after giggling, giving you a much needed break from his teasing.

"I will get us another bottle of wine", you anounce shortly after Negan left for the toilet.

You open the door to the garage and head for the wine rack when you hear the door open and close again behind you.

Negan is on you in seconds, holding your face between his hands.

"You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how."

"Did you just quote Rhett Butler?" you laugh, stunned.

"Yeah, had to google this one to get it right but damn, if this isn't absolutely true with you."

He pushes you against the nearest wall, trapping your body with his frame, and kisses you. His lips are soft against yours, then his tongue pries your lips open. What follows might be the sexiest of kisses in the whole universe. Deeply, hungrily, desperately Negan claims your mouth, his erection pressed against your thigh.

"Fucking shit", you gasp when he pulls back, eyes two dark orbs, swallowing you whole.

"Told you", he pants against the skin of your neck.

It's dark in the garage and for someone who just needs to take a pee and someone who just wants to get more wine, you're both away for too long already.

With a disapproving grunt he lets go of you, readjusting his boner.

"Will you help me with this one later?"

You look down at his center, mouth watering at the prospect of taking him into yours.

"Well, that depends..."

"...on what?"

"Will you help me with this?" Your hand disappears into your skirt and underwear teasingly. Eyes momentarily closed, you roam your fingers over your wet folds, moaning lightly.

All of a sudden, Negan grabs your wrist, yanking your hand out of your panties in the process. Your eyes open in shock and you watch him bring your hand to his face. His eyes have darkened some more while he inspects your glistening fingers, before he puts them into his mouth, sucking them dry.

The sheer dominance in this gesture and his low moan while tasting you have your knees weak in a matter of seconds.

He releases your fingers, still holding your wrist.

"Easy now, princess, don't wanna tempt me to treat you just like the wanton little minx you are." His deep voice keeps spreading goosebumps all over your body.

"And...how...how would that be?"

He smiles at you then, not entirely unkind but far from soft.

"Oh princess, you sure you wanna go there?"

You nod your head, heat spreading to your core, drenching your panties in the process.

"Daddy's gonna stuff your dirty little mouth with his cock, fucking it just the way you beg him to. And when he's done with that, your pussy's next." With every of his filthy words he pushes himself harder against you and you harder against the wall, making you pant with desire. The kiss he's pressing against your jaw leaves you a moaning mess beneath him.

His glorious heat is suddenly gone, you watch him head for the door to go back inside.

"Meet me here after Celia's in bed." Not a question but an order. You look at him with a mix of arousal, excitement and nervousness. He opens the door, smirking knowingly.

"And princess? Don't forget the wine when you come back inside."

When the door closes behind him, you release the breath you seemingly have been holding in for God knows how long. You have no idea how you will survive the rest of the movie without leaking down the sofa.

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Part 3: Pitch Black Impala

[mrsnegan]

When It All Comes Crashing Down

[Here it is, the next part of the @band--psycho Bingo Challenge. Shit hits the fan, be warned. Drama, baby. And some smut. 😏 Btw, thank you so much for all the love and your feedback! I absolutely adore you all! 💛]

Summary: Celia convinces you to come join her and Negan on a roadtrip which might change everything.

Square: Roadtrip

Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, daddy kink, minor violence, angst

Part 1: Dirty Little Secret

Part 2: Movie Night

Part 3: Pitch Black Impala

Part 4: Calm Before The Storm

Part 6: Aftermath

Part 7: Drunk

"Please Y/N, come join us! This will be phenomenal! Dad and I always wanted to do a little roadtrip to the coast. Steve can't make it, but I would love for you to come with us. Pretty please?"

Your heart sinks the minute she says Negan will be there too.

"Umm, don't you think a little father/daughter roadtrip will be cooler than me joining the two of you?"

"Nah, don't chicken out, you're practically part of the family, dad won't mind you joining us. Plus, we could pick you up, it's the same direction anyways."

Pacing in your room with sweaty palms and a beating heart, you don't dare to say yes. On a roadtrip with Negan, there's no chance for the two of you to keep your hands by yourselves, you just know. And with Celia there too it feels like playing with fire - even worse. It feels like setting a whole city on fire, willingly.

"I don't know...I still have to learn for the upcoming exams."

"Haha, as if your super brain couldn't absolutely rock every exam. That's what you did in school, remember?"

Shit, Celia wouldn't leave you be, you have no other chance than to say yes.

"Ok. I will join you", you finally say, earning a triumphant laughter from the other end of the phone.

"Oh Y/N, you will definitely not regret it. It will be the best roadtrip ever!"

---

The "best roadtrip ever" starts off awkwardly. You take the backseat, gladly, but sitting behind Celia gives you a nice view of Negan. You glance at him, admiring his relaxed face and dimples whenever he smiles at one of Celia's jokes. From time to time he checks you out through the rear view mirror, his smile turning a tad mischievous when he locks eyes with you. The sexual tension between you is driving you mad, but you try to keep yourself busy. First with singing along to the playlist Celia put together, later by trying to nap a bit. Though you can't shake your feelings off, his presence making your blood boil.

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Your first stop is a diner, not far away from the motel you will be crashing for the night. With fries, burgers and milkshakes, you celebrate the first stage of your roadtrip.

The mood is light, less awkwardly than at the beginning and you enjoy the meal in front of you.

Becoming light-headed, you take off your shoe and let your foot wander up Negan's leg under the table. He sits opposite from you and nearly chokes on his fries when you press it against his center, rubbing gently while chatting away with Celia. The adrenaline streams through your body, the risk of getting caught making you wet instantly. You keep up your little game some more seconds, before you retreat your foot, smiling at Negan innocently.

On your way back to the car, he pulls you against his strong frame in a friendly hug, but what he whispers into your ear is far away from it.

"Naughty little girl. That got you wet, didn't it? I can practically smell your need for my cock. Gonna make you work for it though."

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Some hours later, you lay in bed, sharing your room with Celia because she insisted to have a little girl's sleepover. You love the idea to sleep in the same room with her, just like you did years back, but with Negan some doors down the corridor, your mind is elsewhere.

Celia already snores next to you, seemingly tired from sitting in the car for so long, and you also try to find some sleep. Just as you drift off, your phone buzzes softly on the night stand. You grab it immediately to read the incoming message, your heart beating faster with every word. Your little banter in the diner was one thing, damn risky of course, but this...

Negan: I need help with the fucking boner you gave me back in the diner, come here, princess.

Y/N: Negan, we can't...

Negan: We do, come over here. You owe me.

Y/N: Please, it's too risky. Celia's sleeping beside me, what if she wakes up?

Negan: I miss you so much, your body next to mine, my cock in your tight little pussy. I wanna kiss you so fucking hard, you don't even know. C'mon princess, don't let me down. Celia won't notice you being away for a quickie. Besides, your little game was risky as hell too and it didn't stop you.

Y/N: Why do you have to be so damn irresistible all the time? You know how much I want to fuck you.

Negan: Then let's fuck, princess. Wanna make you feel good. I know you're horny af too. Could see it in your eyes the whole day. Wanna ride my cock? Come get it, princess.

You gulp, suppressing the moan which threatens to leave your mouth. He knows damn well how to push your buttons. All this dirty talk makes you go wild and forget about the possible risks.

Y/N: Fine. I'll come over. Wait a minute.

---

With a hammering heart you sneak out of the room, not without taking a good look at Celia's sleeping form before you close the door behind you. As silently as possible, your feet carry you to Negan's room, you knock once and are greeted with him, only dressed in his underwear, eyes full of desire and impatience. He pulls you inside, pressing you against the wall beside the door, neither of you caring anymore if you are careful enough.

"Fucking shit, I missed this", he says while kneading the flesh of your ass. "Gonna fuck you so hard, princess."

You moan against his neck, the delicious friction of his erection against your sleeping shorts driving you crazy. You don't want to feel this needy for him, but you do, there's nothing you want more than his embrace, his love, his desire for you.

Both of you grind against the other, hot kisses and groans are shared before you push him away a bit so you can pull your shirt over you head, leaving you bare from the waist up.

"I love your tits, princess", he comments out of breath, worshipping your hardened nipples with his fingertips and then his tongue. With your head against the wall, you have to stifle your moan at his ministrations. The affect he has on you surprises you every time.

You stumble towards the bed some moments later, him hitting the sheets while you get down on your knees. His underwear is gone in an instant as your mouth closes, now impatient yourself, around his length. You bob your head up and down immediately, taking him into your throat as far as possible.

"Fuck yes, I missed your dirty little mouth", Negan groans above you, guiding your head with a tight hold on your hair.

You relish every second of it. Blowjobs with Negan always are turning you on so damn much.

When he's got enough of your mouth, he motions for you to get up, take your sleeping shorts off and straddle him on the bed.

"I know you wanna have my cock and ride me until you cum, but first I need to teach you a lesson about teasing me. You're only aloud to grind your wet pussy lips against my length, make yourself cum this way and I will gladly let you fuck me." His grin spreads from one ear to the other as you groan with frustration, though you are eager to show him how fast you will cum in order to fuck him. So you line your pussy with his length which lays proudly against his lower abdomen, moving back and forth, first slowly, then faster and faster, coating him with your arousal.

"Yeah, that's it, make yourself cum for Daddy."

Your clit grinds against his hard cock over and over again but the friction isn't quite enough for you. You need his hands on your hips to help you out, but he doesn't move a finger, just enjoys the view and the feeling of you grinding against him with his arms crossed underneath his head.

"Daddy, I need..."

"No, you don't, just...fuck...just grind harder, princess, you're already close, I can tell...or I won't stuff you with my cock."

At his words, you move with more force, a couple more heartbeats, until you finally feel your climax spilling over you, making you cream his length.

"Fuck, that's it", he moans, his hands instantly grabbing your hips, changing your position on his lap so he slides into you in one swift motion. The relieved moans you share spurr you on, riding him without mercy. He helps you set a fast pace, his hips meeting yours impatiently, over and over again until you're a groaning mess, clawing at his chest.

"Fuck Daddy, I'm gonna...", you say and grind down harder and faster. His hand travels to the nape of your neck and presses your body down to him, his mouth silencing your orgasm which shoots through your body violently. You shake on top of him, his thrusts never faltering as he chases his own release.

"Princess, I fucking love-", he begins to groan but the sudden slam of the door stops him in his tracks.

"FUCKING SHIT", Celia screams, your blood running cold at her voice behind you. You haven't recovered from your high, but the chaos unfolding sets you in motion. You climb down from Negan, covering yourself with the covers on your side of the bed while he does the same.

The silence feels threatening, the upcoming storm too much for you to bear. Your blood pumps fast, the sheen of sweat from your coupling turning cold and feeling dirty.

"This...this is a sick joke. Isn't it?" Celia asks. Her voice shakes with anger and disappointment. You can't even look her in the eyes.

"Celia it isn't how it looks, we...", Negan tries to explain as calm as possible despite his beating heart, but she doesn't have any of it.

"Just quit this bullshit, dad! For how long have you fucked her?"

He doesn't answer right away, so you do for him, because keeping all of this a secret has gotten its toll on you, you can't lie to her anymore. "Since...since the party at Steve's during spring break."

Celia looks at you furiously, laughing loudly at your answer, her hands coming up to her face.

"Fucking GREAT", she screams, "you're such a whore, fucking my dad behind my back all this time! I just knew something was off. Was it him who took your virginity? Of course, it was him, wasn't it? You're so pathetic, both of you!"

You scramble to your feet in an attempt to calm her, though it's fruitless given Celia's anger crashing down on Negan and you like a hurricane.

"Don't fucking touch me, you lying slut! You even call him Daddy while he fucks you, don't you? I want to throw up just at the thought of...urgh! You were my best friend and now THIS! How could I be so fucking stupid not to notice any of it?"

Your hand reaches for her shoulder despite her warning. You don't see her fist coming, hitting you square in the face.

"I said don't fucking touch me!"

Negan gets to his feet now too, rushing to your side to inspect your bleeding nose.

"Celia, that's enough", he bellows in a warning tone.

"You don't get to tell me when it's enough, you're such an asshole. I will pack my bags and leave, don't even think about following me! And close the fucking door properly the next time you fuck each other, how stupid can you be?"

With those words Celia turns around and storms out of the door.

As soon as she slams it shut again, you collapse on the floor, still bleeding and crying heavily.

Negan kneels down and throws his arms around you, holding you to his chest tightly while your emotions get the best of you, staining his chest with your bloody tears.

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Part 6: Aftermath

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