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tibbinswrites · 3 years ago

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Day 3 - Rainbows

They were everywhere. Plastered in shop windows, strung up across the street, at every booth and stall. It seemed like everyone they passed was rainbow-coloured in some kind of way. Clothing, bags, hair, even beards. Flags waved proudly above and around them. People were smiling, laughing, kissing, holding hands. Like Dean. He clenched on so tightly to Cas’ hand that he almost felt the bones grind beneath skin. He expected Cas to say something, but he didn’t, so Dean held on.

It was his first pride. At forty-one years old he was at an event that was full of young people who’d already figured themselves out. Sam (with glitter on his face) looked down at him with a soft expression.

“We can go, if it’s too much.” he said quietly. Whatever was showing on Dean’s face was apparently so pathetic that Sam didn’t have the heart to mock him.

It was too much, and Dean wanted to go. He wanted the quiet of the bunker, of the Dean-cave, where he understood how everything worked. There, neither Sam, Cas or Jack cared that he was broken. They loved him regardless, and Cas let Dean love him too, in a way that he hadn’t thought he was allowed to.

Jack, immediately distracted by the colours and sounds, rushed off towards the nearest stall, chatting animatedly with the… guy, girl? Person, person behind it, who had a multicoloured mohawk and a yellow, white, purple and black striped shirt. They looked briefly taken-aback at Jack’s overly-forward approach (and probably thousand questions), but responded just as eagerly. Jack was beaming. Eileen (with her own glittered face) followed him after a moment and Sam turned to look with a soft smile before turning back to Dean, his ‘whatever Dean needs’ face replacing it.

“I’m fine.” Dean lied, hoping that his shirt was thick enough to hide the sweat he could feel building down his back and under his arms. “Besides, Jody’s brood will be here soon, it’ll be good to see them.”

Sam paused for a moment but nodded. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“That’s what Cas is for.” Dean muttered.

Sam’s smile was fleeting but warm. Eileen called his name and Sam turned to see his fiancee wink at him, holding a free string of condoms. Sam flushed red and went to join her, pressing a kiss to her glittery cheek and signing something back which made her laugh.

Jack was darting from stall to stall, apparently interrogating everyone, but in such a disarming, truly curious way that nobody seemed to be taking any offence.

Cas remained by Dean, letting him crush his hand, standing stock-still barely inside the cordoned off entrance.

His mouth felt dry and he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t belong here. Everyone else looked so comfortable. There were couples everywhere, of all kinds, thruples too. There was even a string of six that all kept trading kisses and fond looks to each other. Even those on their own looked relaxed. Either waiting for friends or making new ones.

There were drag queens in the most flamboyant, ridiculous and amazing costumes. Huge feather boas, sequined everything and more glitter that Dean had ever owned (which was, admittedly, not much) on every exposed inch of skin.

“How about we go get a burger?” Cas said after a while, pointing at a food truck that looked a little quieter than most of the other, closer, places.

Realising that he’d spent a good long while lost in his own panic, not moving, he figured he should do something other than loiter by the entrance. This was Cas’ day too and he probably wanted to go enjoy himself with everyone else.

“Yeah,” he said, so, his feet feeling like lead, they made their way over to the truck and got a burger and bottle of water each. There were a couple of park benches set up nearby, so they sat there, next to each other, and ate. Letting go of Cas’ hand was more difficult than he’d expected. It had taken him months to get comfortable with the idea of holding Cas’ hand in public, weeks more to get comfortable with the practice. Cas winced as the pressure was finally released. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Cas shook his hand out before digging into his burger. Between mouthfuls, he went on, “We all convinced you to come here because we thought it would be good for you to break down some of the stigmas you’ve held for years about why you can’t be like one of these people,” he gestured around them, “but I don’t think any of us ever thought to ask if you were ready. This is clearly difficult for you. I’m sorry we pressured you into it. If you want to just sit here and wait for Claire and everyone to come before heading back to the bunker for dinner, that’s perfectly okay. None of us are going to judge you. This is a big experience and we’ll take it at your pace.”

“I love you.” Dean said immediately. That was his gut reaction to a lot of things Cas said, and if Dean had learned anything over the past year, it was that Cas always appreciated hearing it. Even now Cas’ eyes crinkled warm, and the edge of his mouth curled up.

“I love you too.”

They finished their burgers in silence and Dean, bolstered a little by Cas’ reassurance, began to really look around at what few booths he could see from where they sat. One of them was for struggles with high school, another was selling flags, another was about the history of Pride. He was curious about that one, he admitted. He didn’t know much about this community he was supposedly a part of. The kind of community that was so vastly different from the one he’d been raised in. A community that John had scoffed at, disrespected, with only Dean to hear him most of the time. But shifting his gaze from the stalls to the people, he had to admit that it was less overwhelmingly rainbow than he’d first thought. There were people in biker jackets and boots, people his age looking similarly nervous, without an angel of humanity to hold their hand. A teenager who looked close to tears carefully glanced around before darting into the high school booth. There were people on their own, some with an air of defiance, others completely comfortable, still others with a cloud of sadness over their heads; here, but with no family who could, or would, join them.

It was an odd thing to take comfort in, the pain of others in this place of joy and self-love, but this more than anything reminded him that they were all just people. People with their own struggles and burdens. People came to Pride anyway, either in defiance of everything that tried to tell them to disappear, or to find comfort in those with similar stories. He wondered how many people out there had fathers who forced them away from their family to try and ‘fix’ them; he wondered how many were in their forties and only just now ready to admit that maybe they weren’t the person their father had wanted them to be, that that person actually went against the values they’d been taught, and the ones they’d figured out for themselves. He was so used to feeling alone in this aspect of his life that it hadn’t even occurred to him that there would be others. He saw a man who must have been in his eighties holding his partner’s hand and brandishing a sign with fervour. Never too old to come out, and he couldn’t help but smile. He nudged Cas and pointed. “Guess that applies to you too, huh? And I think I’m slow. It took you millennia.”

Cas smiled at the men and then shook his head. “It took me millennia to find you,” he said pointedly. “Gender and sexuality was not something I ever thought about before. They don’t mean much to me. And it’s fascinating to see a celebration that both says ‘these things don’t define us’ and ‘these things are important’. It’s all about being comfortable with yourself and fighting for the world to learn to be comfortable with you too.”

“Kind of the meaning of pride, I suppose.”

“Whoever said that was a sin was sorely mistaken.”

“I mean, Pride of the seven deadly was a huge asshole.”

“Hubris is not the same as pride. I’ve always thought that sin should be renamed.”

“Take it up with Chuck,” Dean said with a grin which Cas returned.

“Thankfully, he has no more say in it than I do.”

“Let’s go look in that history booth.” Dean said suddenly, already standing and holding his hand out for Cas to take. Research was always the best first step after all. And if it was right next to the stall selling pink, purple and blue pins, then that was just pure coincidence.

#suptober21 #day 3 #rainbows #pride #destiel #supernatural #fanfic

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allie-mcginn · 6 years ago

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Who do you belong to? | Nolan Patrick Smut

A/N: requested by anon (also I’m on mobile, so I have no clue how to do ‘read more’ sorry) sorry for any errors!

THANK YOU to @lizzywow for helping me to finish this! Love you!!

Word count:2393

Warnings: SMUT!!! Don’t read if you’re under 18! Choking. Alcohol. Jealous!Nolan. Nolan grabs the readers wrist tightly, idk if that’s triggering.

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So you and Nolan were out at a club in Philly, celebrating the teams win tonight over the Penguins. You had dressed up a bit more provocative than usual and were planning on having a fun night with Nolan. However, your night was not going as planned.

Nolan was standing at the bar with Ivan and Oskar, in no mood to be with you on the dance floor. Luckily, TK was in the mood to let loose and was more than willing to dance with you. As you and TK danced to the beat of the music, you couldn’t help but continuously glance in Nolan’s direction. Only to find him laughing at something Ivan said instead of looking at you. It may have been the alcohol talking, but you wanted nothing more than to send Nolan into a jealous rage. Simply because when Nolan is jealous, the sex is so good, you can’t walk straight for days afterwards.

So, you moved yourself closer to Travis, who was pretty drunk and just looking to have fun at this point. As a rather sexual song started playing over the speakers, you found yourself turning around and leaning into Travis’ embrace, your back pressed against his chest.

“Y/N, what do you think you’re doing?” Travis slurred in your ear.

“Dancing, what does it look like?” You said as if it was obvious while moving your body against his in a sinful manner.

TK just shrugged and pulled your body closer to his trying to match your rhythm. Both of you knew TK would never push things too far. Nolan was his best friend and he respected you and the relationship you two had, that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy flirting with you to rile Nolan up occasionally. You and TK danced for a few songs, with you occasionally glancing over towards the bar to see if Nolan was reacting the way you wanted him to. You met his eyes as you moved your hips a bit more seductively and ran your hand through TK’s hair, Nolan just looked back at you with a rather unreadable expression. If how you were moving was not getting him jealous, then you’d have to step it up a notch. You pulled TK’s head down, moving your mouth to his ear.

“Time to turn it up a bit, Konecny.” He smirked and spun you around so your fronts were pressed together. You moved against each other, with his hands roaming around your body and yours tangled in his hair. He maneuvered one of his legs between yours, giving you something to grind against. He smirked at you and tilted his head in the direction of your rosy-cheeked boyfriend.

You looked over your shoulder to see Nolan holding his drink with white knuckles. His jaw was clenched and his pupils were blown in either anger or lust, you couldn’t tell, you didn’t care. You got the reaction you wanted.

You winked at him as he chugged the rest of his drink and stalked over to where you were, leaving Ivan and Oskar confused at his sudden departure. By the time Nolan reached you, you had turned your attention back to Travis, successfully ignoring the fact that your boyfriend was now standing behind you. You only acknowledged him once he grabbed you by the shoulder, forcing you to turn and face him.

“What do you think you’re doing, angel?” You smirked and reached up to run a hand through his hair.

“Dancing with Trav. What does it look like, babe?” You looked up at him with an innocent look playing across your face as he looked down at you in disbelief. By this time Travis has disappeared off the dance floor and over to Ivan and Oskar at the bar.

“You think it’s okay to dance like that with TK? I think you forgot who you belong to, angel.” He rasped in your ear and the hand he had on the small of your back moved lower and pulled you closer to his large frame. The grip you had on his hair tightened while your free hand found a home on his broad chest.

You smirked up at him, “Oh yeah? And who is that?”

You knew that you were making him mad by the way he gripped your hips with more pressure, but that just made the wetness in your panties even more noticeable to you. You could feel other people bumping into you and Nolan, obviously annoyed that the two of you weren’t dancing but instead just standing still in the middle of the dancefloor. Nolan just growled at your response, frustrated that you were playing games.

“Hmm, no answer? Guess I’ll just go find Trav and see if he’ll tell me who I belong to.” You remove yourself from Nolan’s hold and start to walk over to where the other Flyers players were. Nolan was quick to react, grabbing your wrist more aggressively than he should’ve. He yanked you back into his chest, grip not loosening in the slightest. Honestly, you’d only seen Nolan this aggressive on the ice and weren’t sure how to react; so, you froze.

“Oh, angel, you’re gonna regret that. We’re leaving. Now.” He dragged you out of the club into the chilly Philadelphia air, you struggled to keep up with his rapid pace as he walked back to your shared apartment.

“Nolan, please slow down. I’m in heels.”

However, your pleas fell upon deaf ears. The tall, brown-haired boy didn’t utter a single word in your direction until the two of you were in the privacy of your apartment. As soon as the door was locked, Nolan turned to you, eyes dark and filled with lust, he circled your frozen figure. He stopped behind you and moved your hair behind your ear, leaning closer to you.

“You’ve been playing a dangerous game all night, angel. One that you had no chance in winning.” His lips trailed along the exposed skin on your neck, your head instinctively leaning to the side to give him more access. You moaned in pleasure, finally getting what you had wanted all night long.

“Oh I think I've already won,” you panted out as Nolan continued to suck on your sweet spot. He bit down harshly on your soft skin to mark you, then pulled back to look you in your eyes, hands coming up to tangle themselves in your hair.

“What was that angel?” He grabbed your hair at the roots and pulled your head roughly to the side, the pain felt nice on your scalp. “You think that you get to dance with TK all night long and think you've won?”

“Oh Nolan,” you sighed, leaning into his hand pulling at your hair. “You can be such a stupid boy sometimes, you know?” You pushed Nolan up against the wall and bit his bottom lip before kissing him deeply, Nolans hands came down to grip your ass, fingertips pressed up under your skirt to feel your skin.

Next thing you knew, Nolan had picked you up by your thighs and pushed you up against the wall next to the door. The two of you make out against the wall, hands roaming as far as your position would allow. It wasn’t long before he walked you to the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed with you in his lap. You quickly got between his muscular legs and unzipped his jeans, which were certainly much tighter than when he had put them on earlier. You pulled his pants down his long legs, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. You look up at him with innocent eyes as you start to palm him over the strained fabric, Nolan watching your every movement, carefully. You placed an open-mouth kiss over his cock before pulling his briefs down his legs, letting his cock spring up and slap against his lower stomach.

Hesitantly, you reach out and wrap your hand around him and bring your tongue out to lick a broad strip along the underneath of his swollen cock. Nolan lets out a sigh of relief as you wrap your lips around his head, sucking slightly. You knew you were being a brat and teasing him much more than you should be, but you just couldn’t help it. You took as much of him into your mouth as you could, relaxing your throat as you take more of him deeper and deeper.

Nolan’s demeanor changed as soon as he felt himself hit the back of your throat, his cocky attitude had quickly made a comeback.

“Yeah, angel, that's right you're mine. You couldn’t suck anybody as well as you suck me. You may be a brat, but you’re always so good for me.”

You moan at his words and reach a hand up to start playing with his balls, Nolan lets out a guttural noise, throwing his head back in pleasure. You know then that even though he’s been acting cocky all night, you’ve still got him wrapped around your finger.

Nolan could tell he was getting close to his release, so he pulled you off of him and tossed you back onto the bed. He couldn’t seem to get your clothes off fast enough, you’re pretty sure he even tore your skirt. He quickly removed his shirt, leaving you both naked, before he attached his lips to your neck. Leaving hickeys on any available skin he could find, you would certainly struggle to cover these marks for the following days to come.

Nolan worked his way down your body, any skin his hands touched, his lips followed shortly thereafter. His fingers reached your dripping core, easily inserting two fingers inside you, curling up into your sweet spot, making you moan out. Your nails found a home in the skin of his back, scratching enough that you know there will be marks tomorrow. He isn’t quite ready to finish teasing you yet, but he knows that he won’t last much longer.

Nolan removes his fingers from your core and with his other hand, he opened your mouth so he could place the fingers that had just been in you into your mouth. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his fingers, sucking harshly while looking into Nolan’s eyes. He groans at the sight of you sucking on his fingers and moves to place your legs over his broad shoulders, while lining himself up to your core.

Nolan pushes in and bottoms out in one swift thrust, moaning at how tight you are. He gives you a moment to adjust before pulling out almost entirely, and thrusts back into you at a rough pace. Nolan sets his pace rough and deep, you can feel him hitting your cervix in the best way. You can hear Nolan telling you to keep your eyes on him, but you can’t seem to be able to even see anything as your eyes roll back. Nolan’s hands are holding onto your hips with bruising force, while you’re fingers leaving crescent-shaped marks in his biceps. You are close but you need more, something new, a new angle.

“Nol, please, please, fuck me from behind. Want you to pull my hair. Want to move with you.”

Nolan is quick to comply, pulling out of you and turning you on to your hands and knees. Sliding back into you, Nolan moans out, loving the feeling of bottoming out inside of you from this angle. He goes to start thrusting and you begin to move your hips in time with his thrusts, meeting him halfway. The sensation has you dropping your head down against the mattress, but Nolan is quick to wrap his hand in your hair, pulling you up so your back is flush against his chest. He removes his hand from your hair and wraps it around your neck, squeezing until he could feel you start to struggle to breathe slightly.

You brought a hand up to wrap around Nolan’s wrist, moaning as he flexes his fingers even more. You were too caught up in the change in the angle and his hand around your throat to even notice his other hand moving down to rub the bundle of nerves in between your thighs. The sensations quickly became too much and you couldn’t even find the words to let Nolan know you were cumming.

He released his grip on your throat, letting you fall forward on to the bed, as he fucks you at a relentless pace through your high while chasing his. You turn your head to the side to look back at him as he fucks you.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Use me. Show me who I belong to.” you rasp out, voice all scratchy from your vocal cords being restricted.

Nolan could never get enough of your dirty talk, especially when your voice was raspy from either him fucking your throat or choking you. So, hearing you coax him towards his high, sent him over the edge. He stilled as he came inside of you, both of you moaning at the feeling of his cum filling you up.

“Fuck, angel, look at you. Filled with my cum, you look so pretty like this. All mine.”

Pulling out of you slowly, admiring the sight of his cum mixed with yours dripping out of your swollen cunt. Nolan collapsed next to you and you both laid there for a second before he got up to get a towel to clean you off. Nolan rolled you over to lay on your back so he could clean the mess between your legs. He tossed the towel into the hamper then crawled into bed with you, pulling you into his arms, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“You okay, angel? Not too rough?” Nolan was always very tender with you after sex.

You nodded and murmured a soft “yes” as you pressed a kiss into his chest as he rubbed his hand up and down your back, holding you close to him.

“Angel, that was amazing but please don't ever dance like that with TK again.” Nolan whispered into your hair.

“Next time make sure I don't have to find somebody else to dance with first.” you said while smirking up at him.

“I think that can be arranged.” He kissed your forehead and just as your about to fall asleep, Nolan asked, “Wait, what the fuck did you mean by ‘you can be such a stupid boy?’”

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bugheadspoby · 6 years ago

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We're both crazy. (pt. 2 of Obsessed with my Stalker)

*Frequent changes of POVS*

29th August

Forsythe Pendelton Jones Jr. got arrested for Jason Blossom’s murder and the whole town sighed in relief except for the girl next door. She haven’t slept a wink since the news broke out. Who can possibly plant the murder weapon in his locker? and where did they find it? She buried them in the ground, this was one of the few things she learned from her favorite mystery series but the questions kept on spiraling in her mind. Was it her stalker? She haven’t received a note since that discovery. What could possibly be cooking up for her?

Jughead saw her tension visibly. He knew she haven’t slept in days and he didn’t either because he was busy observing her through the red head’s window and he had all the answers she craved but he wanted to feel the tension she felt inside her because he was crazy for when she contracts her little self and her body tenses up, lost in thoughts, trying to make things right by committing more sins. They both were equally crazy and psychopathic, both about each other and the little world of sins they created in disguise. The summer camp in school she joined for extra credit was finally over, which meant no more locker notes for a few weeks but her window was still open for them and she anxiously waited for them to come. She craved answers and only from him. On the other hand he loved watching her loose her mind over the arrest of his father. He was a creep and she was equally sinful, this is what made them a perfect power couple in Jughead’s mind. — 6AM in the morning she woke up by the sound of alarm clock and with her I woke up too because the sound was loud enough to wake someone who is a normal human being and not Archie. She stretched and yawned and then got up from her bed making her way to the semi closed blinds of her window and there it was! an answer I bestowed her. She picked it up and read it and suddenly she smiled creepily and her body breathed. Her shoulders relaxed and a soothing expression covered her face. It was just like the expression of my dreams when I finally let her come and it is oh so good. Oh how I love it when she looks like this but I love it even more when she is angry and tensed, that’s just hot on a different level.

“I got you covered babygirl, now you owe me”

She threw the paper away and laid down again on the bed facing the roof and I could perfectly see her curves, with her chest heaving up and down. My inner pervert was screaming at the sight of her never ending legs and the tight shorts that barely covered her ass was making me hard again. The cow named Archie shifted in his bed just when I was about to reach for my little one. He knows perfectly how to ruin a moment and he never have to put any effort, he just exists and boom! it’s ruined. He woke up and saw me at the window and without any suspicion, which requires a brain, he just greeted and walked into the bathroom. I turned around and she was gone too. I guess my little one has to wait more. I sighed and picked up my bag and rushed to the school where all the B&G staff was having a meeting, well it was just me and Kevin until I got to the office and to my surprise I found someone special waiting, in a perfect pink tank top and tight jeans that blew me away the moment I saw them on her long legs.

“Betty Cooper? What are you doing in the Blue and Gold staff meeting?” I asked, trying not to stare at her legs. “Jughead! Actually Kev called me here but he had to cancel. Today is my first day at the Blue and Gold” she said with a smile. “You’re-what?” I asked surprisingly. The one thing I was good at was writing and now she came here too to destroy me with her sexy little freaky self. How am I supposed to do stuff when she is literally sex on legs and constantly forcing me to push her down on Kevin’s nice little coffee table and give her a feeling she will never forget. “Yeah..I know you don’t like working with other students but I really need this for some extra credit and also to take my mind off of some things too” —

“Betty Cooper? What are you doing in the Blue and Gold staff meeting?” I heard his voice and a current ran in my body. An electric shock that turned me on instantly. God! why does he have that effect on me? Why him? Why a loner, dangerous Serpent King who probably cuts people down in his free time turns me on so bad and I feel things that I never even knew existed within me. This is unfair on so many levels but BETTY! you gotta stay focused, come to the point real quick. “Jughead! Actually Kev called me here but he had to cancel. Today is my first day at the Blue and Gold” I said awkwardly and he just looked at me with his signature smirk smile and the next thing I know was that I was wet downstairs. Can’t he feel the tension in the air? Can’t he just take me right there on Kev’s table? This is so bullshit. “You’re-what?” he asked surprisingly. “Yeah..I know you don’t like working with other students but I really need this for some extra credit and also to take my mind off of some things too” I blurted and regreted instantly. TOO MUCH INFORMATION FOR SOMEONE WHO IS PROBABLY YOUR STALKER BETTY! my mind yelled at me and he just kept on looking at me with creepy eyes. “What’s wrong Betty?” he asked in a dead serious tone and his voice turned cold. “Nothing just..typical family drama” I said fidgeting with my fingers. “I-Its fine Betts! You’re welcome to join!” he said after an interval and I smiled at him. “oh and theres this article that I’m working on and I was hoping Kevin will edit it but since hes M.I.A and you are newly recruited..you have to do it for me!” he commanded handing me a file and I was dying to say YES SIR but that would be awkward. “Yeah I will edit it till tomorrow” “Oh actually no! I want it in the next paper so tonight is the deadline” his expressions changed from soft to I don’t know what but he definitely had some mischief in his mind being all bossy. “Oh-um okay I will just drop it by then. Where will you be at night?” OUTSIDE YOUR WINDOW BETTY! DUH. “Whyte Wyrm!” he spurted and my veins sparked. “Wh-wyrm? You know I can’t be there Jug!” “Why the hell not?” he asked. “Last time I was there at your crowning some freak threatened me because I’m a damn northsider” I said going down the awful memory lane. “Tall Boy? he won’t be a problem this time and.. since my dad..” he said and then stopped in between looking at the ground and I felt utter guiltiness in my veins. I was the damn reason his father was behind bars for something I did and my crazy stalker covered it up for me by sending the father of the boy I’m nuts for, to jail! How fortunate I am! “He’s not..around much since then” he completed. “Oh..I’m sorry Jug!” Okay Betty! time to get on point. Remember why you’re here in the first place. I took his hand and he looked up to me. “How are you holding up?” Perfect! I give perfect fake gestures of sympathy despite of the fact that I was having multiple wars inside my head, drowning in guilt and angry about my stalker but still.. looking at him, the feeling was getting stronger and I was two steps closer to my next mistake. He always makes me do things that my fake perfect self would never even think about. I was dangerous and it was all because of him and God knows what kind of drastic effect he has on me. “I’m okay..I guess” he said “he was never a good father or a good husband and he actually found his place.. Where a criminal like him belongs.. He’ll be at peace now for the rest of his life” once again my mind shouted at me. How about you use him to get to that skank? Would that be selfish? Who cares? I’m doing it. It’s time to play his dirty game my way. You’re doing good Betty just keep going. — “Last time I was there at your crowning some freak threatened me because I’m a damn northsider” she blurted. I remember that day clearly. She was standing far off with the Lodge bitch and I gifted Fangs a punch for flirting with Betty. Sweet Pea’s father the oldest living serpent scumbag gave me the crown and she stood there smiling as I wore it. She looked like a walking sex in the blue satin shirt and tight pink skirt with her hair down. I was so happy looking at her when my father brought a pink haired bitch in front of me and pronounced her my Queen without even asking what or who I want. The next day she was found dead in her trailer.

“Tall Boy? he won’t be a problem this time and.. since my dad..” I stopped in between to observe her reaction. I could see her guilt through her eyes and I was loving it. If only she knew what effect she has on me. She makes me go all crazy but what I hate the most is that I’ve had enough of suffering the madness all alone. I want her in it too. I want her to feel the same things I’ve felt. “He’s not..around much since then” I completed.

He’s not around because of me and nobody knows what went down in the wyrm the night Tall Boy came out to me about my plans and her crimes.

*flashback*

“I know what you’re doing boy” he shouted at me while a cigarette hung in between my lips. “You can’t pin all this on your father! You bastard!” “Easy Tall Boy. You don’t wanna mess with the king!” I smirked. “He is the one who made you King and you’re doing this bullshit to him?! To your father?” he shouted again. “Yeah I know..He is the one who dragged me in the serpents, he is the reason my mom left me and he is the damn reason JB died so yeah he deserves it!” I shouted back. “And you can’t possibly do anything to change my mind because THAT TIP has already been sent to the sheriff” I said and turned around until he spoke again. “I know who killed that Blossom boy and I know you’re doing this for that Cooper bitch” he spurted as my eyes turned red in anger. “I know she is the one who poisoned my niece and then her bitch mother published it as an Overdose of Jingle Jangle in her newspaper” I punched him before he could say more. Blood splattered from his face as he tried to maintain his balance. “Don’t you fucking dare disrespect your queen Tall Boy” I said and walked away trying to control my anger and planning to get rid of him. And the next day he was missing.

“I’ll see you tonight Betty!” I said patting her back and leaving the room before I do something stupid because boy Archie is having a deep influence on me nowadays. Half of my days pass by thinking about Betty and her legs and the other half goes thinking that how can a man be possibly as brainless as Archie is. I guess I’ll never know.

After leaving school I went straight to Tall Boy just to make sure he’s still alive for a fresh punch because that bastard doesn't even deserve to die this soon after disrespecting Betty. I turned on the lights of the abandoned trailer and saw him awake, still struggling to let himself out of the chains I tied him with. “Are you ready for your final punishment Tall Boy? Do you have any last wish?” I smirked. “You’re not gonna get away with this!” he said. “Oh come on Tall Boy! last time I was here you were pleading for your life. Why this change all of a sudden?” “You will pay! Just wait and watch! she’ll slit your throat the way she did to the Blossom boy and then send your chopped up body to the serpents” “You have no idea what I’ll do to her once I’ll get her Tall Boy! She’s gonna be my perfect queen” I whispered. “But too bad you’re not gonna be there to see it when we’ll have the ceremony after the night I mark her” I laughed and took out my pocket knife. “Say goodbye to the world you worthless snake” “Before you kill me! Remember that JellyBean died because of you! not because of FP” he blurted as my eyes turned red once again and I slit his throat twice just to make sure that bearded bitch dies painfully and left not knowing why my eyes were raining all of a sudden. All the way back to Archie’s home I couldn't stop thinking about what he said but to distract myself I tried thinking about the night I’ll get my hands on her. Oh Betty! You have no idea..I will woo you in a dark place but unlike him you’ll be lying in my bed instead of a grave and screaming my name instead of screaming for mercy. — I was pretty nervous while getting ready for the Wyrm with the intention of getting laid tonight and I’m not complaining when it comes to the boy of my sinister dreams..I’ll let him do anything he wants to do to me even if its on a snooker table in the Wyrm.. What a fantasy Betty! I want everything to be perfect. I want to look irresistible and I want to bring his inner perv out and then I’ll make him go even more crazier.

I did the right thing! Toni was never the right one for Jughead and he surely doesn't know what I did to her little faux pink bitch.

I was, I am and I will be the perfect one for him no matter what happens. He needs a woman like me who is deadly, sinful and head over heels in love with him, drowning in his lust and craving him since the day she found out that he likes to see her naked. He is such a beautiful emerald eyed, raven haired walking sin that with every look he makes me want to rip off that snake skin from his body and cherish him by tasting every inch of him.

Oh Juggy! I’ve committed so many sins for you and now I’m gonna take what’s rightfully mine. YOU. TONIGHT!

#bughead #dark!jughead #dark!betty #bettyandjughead #bettycooper #jugheadjones #bettyxjughead #bugheadsmut #riverdale

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lumifuer · 7 years ago

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Seek And Reform

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Reader Words:1709 Warnings: Sexual content (handjob, oral sex, vaginal sex), swearing A/N: You guys are too kind to me. I want to thank you for the comments and encouragement! As for the story, yeah, I guess it was lacking smut???

Series Summary: Billy shows up in your bedroom in the middle of the night in a desperate attempt to forget about his demons.

Chapter Summary: You try to gather the courage and share your plan with Billy but touch-starved and consumed by conflicting emotions you decide to allow some fun first.

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR // PART FIVE

You walked out of the shower, shaking from the cold and quickly wrapped a towel around your body. You wiped the mirror's surface to get rid of the steam and take a better look at your reflection which appeared much better compared to the morning. The dark circles under your eyes became barely visible and your cheeks took on a rosy red colour. You no longer looked like a mere shadow of yourself.

During one day you've been subjected to so many contradictive emotions but the hot water seemed to wash the bad ones away, bringing you a much-needed peace of mind. Well, all except for the anxiety hiding in the pit of your stomach reminding you about the little plan that you'd created during the ride to Hargrove's home. All you had to do was share it with your boyfriend but of course, it wouldn't be as simple.

You grabbed the hair band from the sink and used it to tie your hair in a messy ponytail and threw away the wet towel putting on Metallica shirt that Billy borrowed you. Just like him, you were a huge fan of their music but this particular shirt had some personalised additions as well, Billy's smell still lingered on its fabric, filling your head with a sense of comfort. Despite its many advantages, it was not as long as you'd wished for it to be and as you had to keep it pulled down while walking past Max's room.

You tiptoed to Billy's bedroom and you were about to go inside when some sudden movement caught your attention. You leaned your hands against the door frame and peeked through the crack, watching as Billy was looking at himself in the mirror. He took a drag on his cigarette and blew out a white cloud, smiling at his reflection. Then he put the cigarette between his teeth, fixing the misplaced strand of hair that'd fallen on his forehead. He then turned sideways and adjusted his tight jeans, playfully wiggling his ass to Four Horsemen by Metallica. You had to cover your mouth to mute a chuckle. Finishing his ritual he reached for a bottle of the cheap cologne and applied it on the skin of his wrists. Then he poured some more into his palm and slowly slid his hand under the trousers.

You could swear that you were lacking air for a good five seconds. His eyes met yours in the reflection and you felt you were caught red-handed.

"Enjoying the show, sweetheart?" he asked, licking his bottom lip and winking with his hand still buried in his pants.

You smiled innocently and entered the room, closing the door behind. You took a place behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"I have to say, you do have a nice ass," you laughed.

"I know," he rewarded this observation with his trademark smile. "I'm thinking, you should keep this shirt. I like it on you."

You draped your arms around him, lazily sliding your hand under his unbuttoned shirt and then moving on to reach for the hand that was still under his belt. He made some space for you and it didn't take long for you to feel his cock hardening under your touch. He moaned as you rubbed your hand against his length and unzipped his pants, granting you a free access to his member. You began pumping and his attention drifted from his own reflection to yours. The blue eyes clouded with desire, partially closed and hooded with his long lashes that you were ever so jealous of. You bit your lip, feeling every suppressed thrust. You enjoyed the way in which he threw his head back, closing his eyes in pleasure and whispering your name in the most sinful ways.

Then, all of a sudden, Billy held your hand and turned around, grabbing you by the waist. He clung to you with his whole body, and you felt his cock rubbing against your tight. He kissed you and you sensed a smile on his lips.

"Actually, I would like it better laying on the floor," he panted picking you up from the floor. He went over to his bed and laid you down on the mattress, barely breaking the kiss.

With a devilish smirk, he lifted up your shirt and began to place hurried kisses on your body, leaving a wet trail on your stomach. You tried to keep in mind that you were not completely alone and you really shouldn't be making too much noise, but the sight of his head between your trembling legs was enough to make your heart piece through your chest. Especially when he lowered his head and slid his tongue into your pussy, caressing your inner walls. A sudden spasm of desire made you grab his hair, pulling him closer and guiding him even if you were aware that he knew what he was doing. Arching your back in pleasure, gripping the bed sheets and biting your lip, preventing a moan from escaping your mouth. Billy continued, holding down your tights. He brought you on the verge of release only to deny it. Looking up he grabbed his dick in hand and swiftly moved up, positioning himself between your legs. But before he could anything else, you decided to take the lead. You wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing heavily and rolled over, so he was laying on his back. It took him by a surprise and you could see how intrigued he truly was. Lust darkened his eyes and he laid his hands on each side of his head, submitting to you.

You wrapped your fingers around his cock and moved your hand up and down a few times before accepting him inside of you. With your hands resting on his chest, your hips were moving in circles. Billy didn't care so much whether someone could hear him. The curses and moans were freely falling out of his mouth. When he felt he was at the edge, he put his hands on your waist, slowing down your moves and adjusting the pace. His touch alone was enough to bring the orgasm within your reach and you finished, moaning his name. A moment later Billy joined in. Breathing heavily you fell on the pillow next to him, he pulled you closer, making you rest your head on his chest. For a moment you listened to the beating of his heart gathering the courage needed to share your idea with him.

"Billy?" you began.

"Mh-hm?" he muttered, playing with your hair.

"I thought you could stay at my house for a while."

It was the first time this plan was vocalized and you immediately became discouraged, realizing that it must have sounded even more absurd than in your mind. But Billy didn't laugh at you, he simply remained silent, analyzing the proposition.

"Without letting anyone know?"

"Remember Mike Wheeler? He was hiding a girl under his parents' roof for and nobody found out," you reminded him. "I mean, I have a lock on my door and my closet is big enough for you to hide you in. It could work."

He scoffed in response.

"And what's next, princess?"

You thought for a second but ultimately decided to be completely honest with him. It was the only way to gain his trust and help him recover and leave this toxic place.

"We'll see," you shrugged, looking at him and discovering that he's been carefully studying your face for a while. "I just want you to get away from here."

You were aware that this plan had flaws. Actually, it was more flawed than thought out but you didn't want to drag Billy's ass to Hopper's office just yet. It was still an alternative but you believed that the most important thing was allowing him to gain some perspective. And he had no one else around here, no one besides you.

"You're risking a lot for me," he pointed out.

"I know," you whispered.

"How do you know it's gonna be worth it?"

You'd never heard him so serious. This fake confidence that he was radiating showed its first weak point.

"I just do. Do you need some time to think about it?"

He chuckled and got up, sitting on the bed and looking around before making a beeline to his closet.

You raised an eyebrow watching him go through his clothes and other belongings, throwing some of them on the floor.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to decide how much shit do I have to bring with me."

"So is that a yes?" you questioned, suddenly becoming excited. Deep down you hadn't believed that he'd say yes.

"Yeah," he turned his face to you. "I would have to be fucking stupid to turn this down, sweetheart."

In that brief second everything seemed so bright and happy. Billy was carelessly shoving his clothes into a bag and you were watching him, hoping it would finally help him move past his abusive environment.

That didn't last for long, though.

The sound of opening door reached your ears and you froze in place, knowing it could mean only one thing. Billy's father came home earlier than anticipated and you could already imagine his reaction to your presence in his house as well as the packed bag in his son's bedroom.

"Ask Max to keep him busy," you whispered with panic in your voice. He listened and rushed outside his room.

You got up, putting on your skirt and tights and shoving Billy's bag under the bed to hide it.

He came back after a second, a mixture of rage and fear showing on his face.

"That little shit's gone," he hissed. "And the fucking window is open."

"We're screwed," you said under your breath, trying to come up with a good excuse for her absence.

Two pairs of steps could be heard in the corridor and you noticed that Billy's whole body tensed, preparing for the worst.

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shitkpopmemes-blog · 7 years ago

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Jealous - Request

Oooo my second request. I hope you like this sorry it took a while.

“Okay I’m going.” He said while picking up his bag from the counter. You ran into the hallway to say goodbye to him, “Bye baby,” You said placing a quick kiss on his cheek, “I love you.” He didn’t even say anything back before walking out of the door and heading off for the rest of the day. This is how it has been for the past two weeks and you were starting to think you were doing something wrong. You and Taehyung had been dating for just under a year and everything was a dream when you were with him, but with his comeback so close he has been extremely distant. Of course you understood how busy they all were, what with photoshoots, rehearsals, promotions, and recording sessions, but you just wish Tae would talk to you about it. He would leave earlier every morning, returning home at ungodly hours of the night or early morning, leaving you alone with these negative thoughts. Were you being too clingy? Did he not love you anymore? Thousands of thoughts ran through your mind. You shook them off and deciding to watch another episode of your favourite drama, just trying to forget about what was going on around you. You were fully immersed into the season finale when you phone started to ring. “WHY? It was just getting good.” You were ready to curse whoever was calling you but you softened when you saw the contact name Taehyungieeee <3

“Hi baby, how’s practice?” You said pausing the tv but you were disappointed when the voice you got back wasn’t your loving boyfriend. “Y/N, It’s Jungkook. Can you come down to the studio?” He asked sounding out of breath, you guessed he was practicing. “Yeah sure, has something happened? Why are you using Tae’s phone?” You asked while putting on your shoes, “Wow so many questions.” He joked, “Tae sort of had an argument with Hoseok hyung and well…” He explained and paused for a moment. “WHAT? Sort of? Argument? Jungkook explain.” You said grabbing your car key and locking your door up. You put Jungkook on loud speaker while you drove, “Well we are all stressed, and Hoseok was asking why you haven’t been with him to the studio in a while and he just snapped. I don’t know why, you haven’t had a fight have you?” He asked but before you could even answer he continued to explain the situation, “Anyway, after he stormed out I tried to follow him but he has now locked himself into his studio.” You rolled your eyes at Taehyung’s childish actions as you pulled into the parking lot of BigHit. “Alright so what do you want me to do about it. It’s not like he will talk to me either.” You said bluntly as you walked into the building, greeting various staff as you passed by. “Oh I see you.” Jungkook said before hanging up and walking over to you.

“Okay what actually happened?” You asked as you walked towards the practice room where the rest of BTS was. “I think you should ask Hoseok that question.” Jungkook said before opening the door to where everyone else was stood all looking very tense, as if they would all burst out in shouting at any second. “Hoseok go talk to Y/N.” Jungkook said before fulling walking into the room. “I told you it wasn’t my fault.” Hobi shouted which then led to everyone into a rage. You couldn’t catch on to any of what was said since they were all talking at once so you eventually just grabbed Hobi’s arm in anger. “All of you shut up! I don’t care who’s fault it was, I just want to know what happened and how I can get my boyfriend out of his studio!” You shouted causing everyone to fall silent instantly. You dragged Hoseok outside and stare at him waiting for an answer but he just sighs and runs his hand over his face. “We know he’s been distant. We were just trying to ask him why but he kicked off and refused to talk about it.” At that very moment the distinct sound of the door unlocking rang through the empty corridor and Tae walked out. “Tae baby.” You said, almost sounding like a question but he only looked from you to Hobi and walked the other way.

You tried to go after him but Hoseok grabbed your arm, “Don’t, just let him calm down.” You just nodded in silence and headed back to the practice room. “Jungkook can I talk to you now.” You said before heading back out of the practice room once again. “How do I fix this?” you asked but it seemed Jungkook was just as clueless as you. But in a split second you could practically see a light bulb form above his head and he stood closer to you. “Tae’s coming, flirt with me.” He whispered into your ear, “What, how will that help?!” You asked, “Just trust me, laugh like I said something funny.” You thought for a moment before letting out a fake laugh and patting Jungkook’s bicep lightly. You heard Tae getting closer due to his heavy footsteps and Jungkook winked at you pushing a strand of hair out of your face. You suddenly felt his a grip on your wrist roughly pulling you away from Jungkook and back into the studio and you knew it was Tae. “Tae ple-”, “So you decide to flirt with Jungkook when I’m not around Y/N?” He says with a low voice, spitting venom with every word. “No Tae, he was just trying to help me get you to talk.” You tried to explain as Taehyung seemed to get more and more angry. “Yeah I’m sure he was great help with his hand on your ass!” He was shouting this time and you were sure everyone in building could probably hear him.

“Tae that’s not what was-”, “Did you like it?” He cut you off which surprised you slightly. “What?” You asked. You had heard him but you just couldn’t believe he would ask you such a question, “Did. You. Like. It?” He said stressing every word through gritted teeth as he walked closer to you. You slowly backed up hoping to escape his predatory gaze, “N-no.” you cursed yourself for stuttering, “I can’t believe you would have rather have that idiot touch you. Do you think he could make you feel the way I do?” You hadn’t realised but Tae had effectively trapped you between him and the door which he leaned in and locked it before slamming his hands against the door on either side of your head which made you jump. “Answer me, kitten.” He whispered deeply into your ear, “No.” you said simply. You would be lying if you said Tae’s agression wasn’t turning you on slightly, especially how close he was stood. He practically had you flat against him, unable to move as his hot breath tickled your neck as he left light kisses along the expanse of skin.

“Can Jungkook do this?” Tae said while sliding his hands down your back, harshly grabbing your ass causing you to gasp, “No.”, “Can he do this?” He began to suck just below your collarbone, leaving a hickey in its place. “No.” You said, almost moaning just at the way Tae was looking at you. “Who owns you? Or do I need to remind you?” He asked, his eyes burning a hole into yours, “You do?.” you whisper but he just shook his head, “Hmm I don’t think everybody heard that. Looks like I’ll have to go with plan B to show everyone you’re mine.” He said. His casual tone made you useasy, not knowing what he would do to you, but it also aroused you to no end. As he reached his hands into your shorts he let out a soft but sexual laugh, “Aw I know, Kitten just wanted some attention didn’t she, so she went made daddy mad.” You bit your lip in an attempt to keep in the noises threatening to escape your mouth but Tae wasn’t having it and landed a hard slap to your ass cheek, “Nuh-uh Daddy wants you to let everyone hear those pretty moans of yours. Let them know who you belong to, kitten.”

His long fingers eventually found your clit, rubbing slow circles on it drawing out long whines and breathy moans to escape your parted lips as he worked off you shirt with his free hand. Once your shirt and bra were successfully deposited on the floor Tae brought his lips down to your now exposed breasts, massaging them lightly contrasting the harsh kisses he set along the skin. He kissed down your stomach and made quick work of whatever clothing you had left on before stepping back and admiring you. “You make me so insane, Y/N.” He growled out before roughly kissing you, your hands pinned on either side of your head. You had missed this closeness and you just wanted to touch him, run your hands through his hair, moan into those defined collarbones. You were sure Tae could feel you trying to wiggle your hands out of his grip because he began to tighten them, “This is still a punishment kitten, no touching.” He explained while bringing his lips to your ear, biting the lobe slightly, sending shivers down your spine. Taehyung finally stepped back and began to relieve himself of the now tight constraints of his jeans and boxers letting his thick cock spring free, lightly hitting his stomach. You almost drooled as he lifted his shirt exposing his perfectly sculpted abs, “Like what you see?” Tae said rather sarcastically and you just nodded, “I’m going to fuck you now kitten,” he murmurs as he positions the head of his erection at your entrance, “Hard.”

“I want you sore, baby,” he murmurs slowly pushing into you. Once he was fully seated in you he pulled out till only his tip was still in you before slamming back into you. “Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine.” A string of moans, broke screams of his name and curse words fill the studio as he pounds into you at a sinful pace, “Fuck, Tae- ah.” You couldn’t control the lude sounds escaping your lips with Tae growling almost animalistically into your ear making the muscles deep inside you clench. He wrapped your legs around his waist before walking you over to one of the desks giving him a better angle to fuck you, harder, faster than before. You could barely pay attention to the dirty praises Tae was whispering into your ear as you were too distracted by the feeling of his hips moving against yours in a perfect rhythm. Both of you didn’t hold back, the table rocking slightly with how hard he was fucking you, and you felt that familiar feeling grow in your abdomen, “Tae, I-I’m close.” You mumbled. He picked up his pace, if that was even possible to bring you too your high, his name the only thing leaving your lips as your legs shook with the power of your orgasm. Not long after you knew Tae was close by the way his thrust grew sloppy and eventually he came as well.

“Shit.” He whispered as he filled you up with his cum, it running down your legs and onto the table as he pulled out. “Can Jungkook fuck you like that?” Taehyung finally mumbled, very out of breath. You fell back, laying flat onto the desk as you breathed heavily as well, “No.” He was quick to help you retrieve your clothes before helping you stand on to shaky legs and walking you out of the studio. When he opened the door everyone was stood outside, especially Jungkook. “I think we will be taking the afternoon off. And maybe tomorrow.” Tae simply said before turning away and walking you out of the building. “You’re cleaning that up Jungkook. How many times I gotta tell people, the only person who can fuck in my studio is me.” Yoongi said, throwing a wink in Hoseok’s direction as everyone scattered avoiding the awkward situation.

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arwaaxxi · 7 years ago

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Why me?

Summary- Having Daryl confess his feelings for you, was the only thing you ever wanted in this ruined world. But what happens when Negan shows up and everything changes.

[PART NINE]

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Characters pairing - Father!RickxReader. DarylxReader. NeganxReader.

Note- it’s going to be a series.

Warnings- Smut in future parts, maybe? Violence. Abuse. Death

Number of words - 1421

Couple of weeks passed and I had somehow managed to keep Negan away from me

Everyday some different excuse

I’m sick today, we don’t want you to catch a cold now, do we?

I got my periods this week! Haha sorry….

I have my mood swings! GET THE HELL OUT!

Oh damn I have a massive headache, I guess I will call it a night!

But I knew this won’t work for so long, I knew it and so did Sherry and that’s why she is eating my head right now and I’m doing my best to tune her out, but with that voice of hers I don’t really have an option

“Like I said, Negan is like a dog, give him a bone and he will be busy with it for a while. Give him nothing and he will be more determined to get something out of you” she sighed

“Negan is like a cat to me” I hummed, tapping my finger on my glass “He wants to be treated like a god, get everyone’s attention and yet give no one any attention” I said taking a sip of the bitter tasting liquid “What the hell is this?” I asked

“We can all agree on the common point that Negan is an animal” Sherry laughed “I dont know, some shit Simon found”

“Why is blonde staring at me?” I asked as I glared to the girl who sat across the room looking at me

“Amber, we don’t need more troubles!” Sherry glared at her and I looked between them confused

“What’s going on?” I asked Sherry

“Maybe well if you sat with us here in the common wives room more you would know!” She said drinking her whiskey

“Just answer the question” I said rolling my eyes

“She has gone through a bad day and she is jealous from you”

“Me? Why?” I asked more confused as I glanced at Amber who I just noticed looked upset

“They think Negan gives you a free pass”

“Me? Funny since I don’t see any passes here!” I hissed out

“You don’t wear the uniform, you don’t sit here with the rest, hell he doesn’t come and sleep with you, yet you tease each other whenever you meet.” Sherry laughed “that’s a lot of passes right there”

“Okay first of all! I don’t wear the stupid dress code because I stood up for myself and said No, something you guys should try! Second of all I don’t sit here because you guys look at me like I’m some third class black girl from the 60s which is racist and terrifying!”

“I never thought you got scared!” She laughed

“Oh I do!” I said under my breath

“Maybe but–” Sherry was cut mid sentence as the door flew open and and Dwight walked in and all the females stood up

Negan walked in

With….. Carl?

……Daryl behind them

“Carl?” I gasped as I made a run for him

“Y/N!” Carl’s eyes widened as he took a step towards me but a hand on my shoulder and Carl’s pulled us a part

Negan stood between us, his fingers digging in my shoulders which made me wince

“Hell no!” He laughed “If I dont get any, you don’t get any!” He said running his tongue over his lips

“Why is he here?” I hissed at him

“Don’t use that tone with me!” He said, venom dripping from his mouth

“I need to know he is alright!” I said blinking couple of times

“Y/N, I’m fine!” Carl said

“Let me talk to him!” I pleaded looking at Negan

Everyone in the room was staring at us, it was like high school, everyone wanted drama.

The corner of my eyes I could see Daryl, I wanted to look at him but I couldn’t, I was Negan’s now. And this was the first time I saw Daryl since I got married to Negan.

“Come with me.” Negan said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a corner in the room

“Y/N!” Carl called as he tried to take a step

“If the kid moves, shoot Daryl here!” Negan said to Dwight as he smiled at me, my entire body going stiff

“You promised!” I whispered

“I know, but Carl doesn’t. He won’t move!” Negan smirked, and I could see how twisted of a man he was.

“What do you want? I just want to talk to my brother!”

“In this world you have to take and just take, never give!” He chuckled “But you are my dear wife so I can share with you!” He said

“Good! So let me talk to my brother!” I said as I tried to move but he placed his hand on my waist pulling me into him

“Not so fast! I said I would share but so do you!”

“I have nothing to share!” I whispered as the approximation between us was getting close

“Yes you do, and if you want to talk to your brother you got to give me something I want!” He smirked as he studied my face

“What do you want?” I asked afraid of his answer, whatever he wanted it wasn’t worth it

“A kiss” a What?

“What?”

“I don’t repeat myself sweetheart!” He looked like a devil

“Daryl is here, your wives are here! My brother is here!” I said panicking, his hand around me tightened and he pulled me more into him that I was against his flat hard chest, my heart beat quickening, my heart about to jump out of my chest

“You are my wife.” He hissed dangerously “I don’t fucking care about other people, so will you kiss me or should I take Carl and leave?”

If I didn’t kiss him who knows what he would do to Carl? Right?

But Daryl was here

Negan wants me to kiss him to prove a point to Daryl

To break Daryl’s heart

To show Dee that even I now belonged to him

Daryl is my love

But Carl is my brother

By now everyone is watching us intensely, my face was growing red with heat and I was uncomfortable.

I hate Negan

“Sweetheart we don’t have all day!” He said

“Okay.” I whispered but he still heard it

I knew because his next action after smirking and winking at both my brother and old love didn’t go unnoticed by anyone in the room

One hand on my waist holding my right where he wanted me and the other hand cupping my cheek as his finger trailed the outline of my lips, his eyes drifting to them

“I’m gonna fucking enjoy this!” He smirked making my heart race faster

“Get it over with!” I tried to appear confident like it didn’t matter but the truth was I was shaking under his touch

He leaned before taking a second and pausing, his face inches away

In less than a second his lips were on mine, He kissed me softly, I could smell the tabaco on his beard, and taste the whiskey in his mouth. He smelled like sex and death, fear and strangely…. love? My body went completely still for a second before I lost control.

My hands had mind of its own as it reached to him. One hand in his hair as my fingers tug at his roots. His hair totally smooth and soft

The other on his neck pulling him closer into me.

The kiss wasn’t rushed wasn’t punished wasn’t sick. It was soft and caring, he nibbled at my bottom lip giving it a small bite as his tongue danced with mine

His hand on my waist tracing the counter of my body, giving my body a high of its own.

Dwight coughed awkwardly and that’s when I regained control on my body

I pulled away from him, my eyes still closed, because the moment I had to open it, I had to deal with the reality

I never felt like this

Never kissed like this

I opened my eyes after what seemed forever and looked at Negan

His eyes held some emotion I couldn’t pinpoint and it was gone as fast as it came

The smugness was back as he smirked and licked his lips

“If I knew your mouth kissed like that I would have never fucking stopped kissing those sinful lips!” He said loud and clear for the entire room to hear it

I turned away, small blush coating my cheeks as I by mistake locked eyes with Daryl.

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: Sinning Never Felt So Good (Pearlet) : Chapter 4 : katyasbingowings

A/N - thank you so much for the positive feedback, it does make a gal so happy. Anyway, in terms of smutty stuff, as a lesbian male gay intercourse is not my fortay, so please do forgive me. Also a lil but of Biadore to spice things up…

Warning: Smut

“Miss, is or is not a naked man reaching towards God a tad too homoerotic, I thought the bible didn’t like the gays.” Katya shot her hand up, voicing her thoughts to their Religious History teacher and silent classroom, who all soon burst into mad cackles. Except Matt, of course, who elbowed his companion roughly, growing red as his classmates all turned in their general direction.

“Katya! The nudity is used to represent -”

“If his penis is free - and tiny, if I may add - and a buff man is present they must be some homosexual underlinings. There can’t be a heterosexual explanation for this.”

“Katya. Get out. Now.”

And that’s the short tale of how Matt ended up abandoned and lonely in his first Religious History class, he being only of many wanting to delve into how religion has effected modern life. Matt sighed, defeated, watching from the sidelines as his classmates giggled between each other and doodled faces onto said miniature genitalia, again a wallflower who didn’t seem to fit in. Catholic school was not as religious as he had anticipated.

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The week soon drew to a close, each day following the same pattern: Matt waking up early to have breakfast with Katya, followed by class, Katya getting removed from said class for some inappropriate comment, Matt would socialise with his ‘friend’ during lunch - while Jason used cigarettes to battle his jealousy of the make believe individual, Katya grew closer to Tracy/Trissy/Tammie/nobody was really too sure, the foursome would have dinner together, Jason blatantly flirted with Matt, before everyone would drift to sleep. Rinse and repeat.

No classes were held over the weekend, Saturday being a free day, and Sunday being lords day. So as Friday night arrived the students were all ready for a well-deserved rest, no one had an ounce of energy remaining after the sinful quantities of work that had been forced upon them. Jason had retreated to his dorm, changing into more appropriate attire for lounging around with a large bottle of vodka: his signature torn jeans and an oversized hoodie, much better than the plain sweater vest school uniform. The boy stood by the belief that the concept of a uniform removed his favourite form of creative expression, as he himself was a rabid lover of fashion.

Jason was securing his locks in a loose bun when Matt returned to the room, having just performed a brief evening prayer to close the week in spiritual manner. Matt had of course forgot about the plans he had agreed to, prepared to sleep through the weekend and recharge, quite looking forward the simple arrangements. “Someone finally turned up,” Jason announced, “the rest of them are waiting, I told them to not start without us, but I doubt that’s happening.”

“What - oh!” Matt soon recalled, completely regretting even going along the idea in the first place, quickly trying to talk himself out of the miserable gathering, “I completely forgot, you go, I’m sure nobody will mind me not being there.”

“Oh you’re not getting out of this that easily,” Jason teased, piling an abundance of black cloth into the smaller ones arms, “put these on, I know you won’t have anything other than church shoes and ties and shit, these might be a bit big but they should fit.” Matt stared down at the outfit, which was borderline identical to the other boys, the only difference being the shade of Jean.

“I’m really not sure about this Jason…”

“Oh shut it or I’ll get Courtney to slap you one,” Jason taunted, shooing Matt off to change. During their short week together, Jason had learnt that his roommate was less of an exhibitionist than he was - while Jason stripped off and performed nude burlesque routines without a care, Matt always preferred to change in the more reserved bathroom. This was a brief annoyance to Jason, as it removed the opportunity to check out Matt unapologetically, that being his favourite pastime after all.

When Matt returned Jason quite enjoyed the sight of his clothes hanging against the other’s figure, giving him an unexpected rush of pride, before his eyes focused on the added accessorise to his attire, “is that a bloody nose ring?”

“Don’t even mention it,” Matt warned, “I usually wear my clear one but I just dropped it down the sink cause I’m an absolute mess, this is the only other one I could find.” Matt pierced his septum many years ago, believing it to an attractive and unique addition to his face, though his parents obviously did not agree and it had been hidden ever since, never having the heart to let it heal up - this was one of the first times he showed off his pierced skin since he had it originally.

“It suits you,” Jason told the other, tugging teasingly at the detailed ring of metal, noticing Matt blush and smirking in triumph, “I actually find it rather endearing.” His eyes focused on his roommates lips for brief moment, before catching himself and distancing his body away from Matt’s, just then realising how close the pairing were standing.

“As much as you just want to stare at my septum ring all night, we’re keeping them waiting,” Matt called him out, taking his turn to watch the fellow one grow red. Don’t get him wrong, Matt still didn’t want to leave, but believed the sooner they got there the sooner they’d leave. Jason merely muttered some form of agreement and perched the window open, guiding the more innocent individual in ‘How To Sneak Out 101’. After they had successfully scurried down the fire duct, the two walked in a peaceful silence, every so often purposefully bumping shoulders and grinning at each other playfully.

“Look at you two twinning it up,” Adore announced the pairs arrival, obviously already somewhat intoxicated, getting up to give them both a hug and stain their cheeks with purple lipstick. Matt first noticed Katya, who was flailing as if possessed on the floor, cackling manically and smacking a strangers thigh - Matt took this to be Willam, the curly hair being an indicator, who was also snorting in a wild fashion. He focused next on the second stranger in their midst, a more flamboyant boy drinking rosé out of a wine glass, pinky raised for added effect. Adore soon introduced everyone, confirming Willam’s identity, and revealing the new boy to be Justin.

“What you wanting?” Willam thrust forward the famous litre bottle of vodka - which was no longer a litre full - and a bottle of wine towards the newcomers of the group.

“Vodka.” Jason immediately replied, taking grasp of the bottle and sprinting over to Adore, Matt instantly feeling somewhat dejected.

“I guess I’ll have wine,” Matt answered, planning on only having a single glass; enough to remain socially acceptable, though a quantity he knew wouldn’t make him act a fool.

Justin handed him a glass, which he gracefully accepted. “I brought these from my personal collection, I’m a classy woman like that,” the boy explained, earning a genuine laugh from Matt, taking note to ensure the table wear did not get damaged if Justin thought so highly of his belongings. Liquor soon occupied his glass, which he connected with Justin’s before taking a sip, letting the warm sensation send goosebumps through his entire body.

This would be a good time to point out that Matt hadn’t had a lot to eat that day, missing out on lunch as he didn’t wish not sit alone, and dropping the majority of his dinner after a mortifying fall earlier that night, Jason wouldn’t let him forget that one. So skip to two glasses of wine and a few too many shots later, the boy wasn’t in the best state. He, Justin and Katya had just finished performing a rendition of Single Ladies (Justin insisting on being the Beyoncé of the trio), resulting in a bellowing round of applause from their impressive crowd of three. At one point Jason had placed a dollar down Matt’s trousers, which he was only just fishing out.

“Want your dollar back? Think you need it more than I do,” Matt asked, placing himself next to his roommate, as the rest bantered among themselves.

“You Bitch,” Jason responded, shoving Matt jovially, “keep it, buy yourself something pretty. For once.”

“Says the one who can’t afford jeans that aren’t ripped,” he winked, gesturing at the noticeable holes and tears in both their trousers, the cold biting at the exposed areas on his upper thighs and lower shins. The clothing choice had more skin than material, the polar opposite of Matt’s usual attire.

“It’s for easy access,” Jason’s deadpanned, lowering his hand through a particularly large tear to stroke patterns on Matt’s inner thigh. Matt’s breath haltered, unaware of how to react to the situation, knowing that his judgement was clouded, though also knowing that he didn’t want the tracing of circles cautiously close to his private section to halt. Jason was testing the waters, and after Matt hadn’t taken any steps to stop his wandering hands, he slowly lifted the seam of Matt’s briefs and released it, allowing the material to snap at the other’s skin. This sent a shudder through the boy’s body, one Jason had picked up on, triggering his classic smirk - the very one he suited whenever he got his own way.

Matt, now both conflicted and lustful, looked up at the fair-skinned boy through his lashes, sending a glare that read 'I am remarkably aroused and if you do not stop messing with me right now I’m gonna get a stiffy’, though made no physical effort to stop the happenings. This only boost the other’s confidence and desire to continue his relentless teasing.

“What you gonna do about it,” Jason mouthed, to avoid his distracted peers from overhearing their private affair, before sticking his tongue out pinching roughly down on Matt’s thigh. Matt responded by slowly removing the lingering hand, resulting in a rather sullen Jason, that was not what I meant by do something about it.

“Hey guys, I’m not feeling too good, we’re gonna call it a night,” Matt announced, now that is what he meant by doing something about it. Jason had never jumped up faster, quickly bidding farewell to the foursome of drunks, with the generic sign off of 'party’ from Adore. Matt was already strolling ahead of him by the time he was racing after, both seeping with tension by the time they scaled the fire duct and slipped through the propped open window.

The pair merely stared at each other for a minute moment, unsure of what was about to occur, before both of Jason’s hands were pinned against the wall, Matt’s body flush against his own. “We’re you having fun back there,” he ground his hips against Jason’s, causing an unexpected groan to sound from the back of the boy’s throat, “teasing me,” another roll of the hips made Jason thankful he was being suspended by Matt’s stern grip, “in front of all our friends?” With only final gyration Jason released a broken moan, anticipating the pleasurable pressure on his groin to continue, weeping in protest when it cut short. Matt merely stared down at Jason, he had never seen his roommate’s rebellious persona drop, and was truly appreciating the power shift that led to him witnessing such a vulnerable state.

“I would’ve teased you all damn night if I knew it would get you riled up like this,” Jason replied, voice - despite being gruff - remained quiet and sensual. He attempted to move his body to reinitiate their previous actions, though remained restricted and appeared defeated. Now it was Matt’s turn to smirk, with their previous power play completely reversed he now had control. After gloating in the moment for some time, the boy leant down and captured Jason’s lips with his own, allowing the two of them to work in sync in frantic movements.

Jason, growing bored of the PG-13 make out session, bit down with great pressure on Matt’s lip, resulting in his arms being released out of shock. He took advantage of this moment and threw Matt onto his own bed, straddling the boy before he had time to react. He knew the twosome wouldn’t remember exactly what had occurred by the time the sun rose, so he worked on leaving a prominent reminder in shape of a purple bruise on Matt’s neck. Matt bit back a moan as Jason payed attention to a sweet spot just above his collar bone, the biting and kissing blurring his senses, not considering what remnants would remain. Jason took a second to sit back and appreciate his piece of artwork, before continue to trail frail butterfly kisses up the other’s neck, to his jawline, and eventually reaching Matt’s lips.

A cold hand slipped underneath Jason’s hoodie, he responded by stripping the item off completely, allowing Matt to take in the creamy skin and gentle v-lines, tracing them softly with his finger tips. His own shirt was soon carelessly discarded, Jason admired Matt’s toned abdomen, before working his fingers on the boy’s belt buckle. Matt raised his hips to allow his jeans to easily fall down and be kicked off, leaving himself laid beneath the other in nothing but a pair of briefs, that were fitting particularly tight at this moment in time.

“Someone’s excited,” Jason quipped against Matt’s ear, palming him through the thin piece of material.

“I’m not the only one,” Matt echoed back, dipping into Jason’s boxers and taking hold of his erect member, pumping gently as Jason bit into his bare shoulder to hold back his sounds of pleasure.

Jason, in attempt to regain a dominant position in their encounter, travelled down Matt’s torso, leaving a west trail of kisses to mark his path. “Woah,” Jason breathed, impressed at what he witnessed when removing his partner’s underwear.

“Like what you see?” Matt asked cockily, pardon the pun, watching as Jason’s eyes bulged as his shaft sprung upwards. Instead of responding, he merely took Matt’s tip into his mouth, dancing his tongue skilfully against the sensitive skin. The new sensation overwhelmed Matt, as he gripped at the sheets as he failed at suppressing an earthy moan. Jason - pleased with the reaction he had catalysed - continued his actions, hallowing his cheeks taking the majority of the member in his mouth, until the tip was brushing the back of his throat. “Fuck Jason,” Matt griped, which only motivated the other boy, his name being said aloud filling him with an odd sense of pride and determination. Matt decided to grasp onto Jason’s hair, releasing the locks from the tight bun, and taking a rough hold. He used his grip to push the boy to completely engulf his manhood, resulting in a spluttering Jason, who was determined to manage the deep throat with pride. Jason allowed himself to be ruthlessly taken until a creamy substance shot into the back of his throat, he took point to make eye contact with Matt as he prominently swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing as the action took place. Both treasured the moment for a second, regaining their breath, hearts palpitating rapidly.

“Who knew you were such a kinky bitch,” Jason exhaled, cheekily staring up at Matt, who was only just getting over his orgasm.

“Still think you need a little help here though,” Matt jeered, flipping the paring over, Jason honestly astounded by his stamina, as Matt’s head lowered and Jason’s eyes closed in content.

***

Katya had already returned to her room, claiming fatigue, leaving Adore to try and stumble back to the dorm alone - key word: try. She had taken a wrong turn at some point, now wandering the hallways in an intoxicated state, attempting to make her way (and failing). Her heeled boots clinked against the flooring, sound rebounding through the corridors, making her presence extremely known.

“Ma'am, it is way past curfew you need to get to your room,” Adore snapped her head towards the voice, swaying gently in the spot and beaming at her new companion, “Adore?”

“Royyyyy!” The mermaid drew out, giggling childishly at her maths teacher, who has been adorned the tedious task of manning the halls that night, unaware of the tomfoolery he would have to deal with. “I have a question about the assignment,” she supported herself against his body, flinging her arms around the smaller male and leaning her entire weight on him, Roy nearly falling at the new pressure.

“Are you drunk? Oh my gosh Adore you will be kicked out if Courtney sees you like this,” he worried. Yes, he did appreciate Adore’s company, her always making his maths classes more humorous with silly quips and antics, and didn’t want to see the younger girl get into any trouble. “You need to get you back you your room.”

“I can’t find it Roy! I keep getting lost! Maybe you should take me there,” she stumbled over her words, placing a dorm key clumsily in the male’s hand, convincing the individual with large puppy dog eyes.

“I will Adore, but you can’t say anything to anyone, okay? I could get in trouble for not ratting you out.”

“Okay!” Her green hair swayed as she jumped up and down with glee, leaving a large purple mark on his cheek as a sign of gratitude, causing Roy the smile sheepishly out of embarrassment. He rested his hand on the girl’s lower back, carefully guiding her to avoid any accidental falls, allowing her to rest against his frame. They made gentle small talk that entertained Roy, Adore seeming to have even less of a filter when drunk:

“Ganja, that girl who sits next to me, drives me absolutely nuts, you should move her.”

“I want to stick my finger in your dimple.”

“You know I won’t hand the next homework in on time so you shouldn’t even be surprised on Monday.”

“You’re so short it’s adorable. I can put my head on your head, see! Like a totem!”

“How old are you even? Like I know you’re old, I don’t have a problem with it by the way, but how old?”

“I’ll move her, don’t, I won’t be, get off my head, much too old to be entertaining you, anything else?” Roy answered, careful to not come across as annoyed, he most certainly was not, though wanted to quieten the younger individual to avoid her undergoing Courtney’s wrath.

“Can we have a pizza day? With actual edible food?” Adore added without hesitation, huge smile occupying her face, one that made Roy blush unexplainably.

“I wish. Anyway here we are, now Adore I don’t want anything like this to happen again, do you understand?” Roy questioned, unlocking the dorm door and handing her back the key.

“Of course Mr.Roy, see you on Monday!” She exclaimed, pecking him gently on the lips without a thought and swaying into her room, disturbing a sleeping Katya who began to groan. The Russian cursing did not phase Roy, what bothered him is that the intoxicated girl had placed her lips upon his own - an action she probably wouldn’t remember in the morning - and it made his heart race more than it should. He cursed himself, turning around and trying to forget the interaction ever took place, a harder task than he anticipated.

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