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the fucking LOOK on his FACE~🎃

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Ficlet: Love Is My Religion

Frankie Morales x you

No warnings except you might get a toothache.

Sickeningly cute dancing in the kitchen, idk, it's nothing, it's pudding.

Love is my religion

Love is my religion

Love is my religion

I'll take you to the temple tonight

You hum to yourself, enjoying the Ziggy Marley song playing on the radio. Your hips swing from side to side in an attempt to sync your movements with the upbeat reggae tune, while you're also beating eggs in a bowl.

All my days I've been searching

To find out what this life is worth

Through the books and bibles of time

I've made up my mind

I don't condemn, I don't convert

This is a calling have you heard

Bring all the lovers to the fold

'Cause no one is gonna lose their soul

Halfway through the verse, you reach over to the radio and turn up the volume a little. You piece together the lyrics as you go along, your humming turning into song. The chorus, at least, is easy enough:

Love is my religion

Love is my religion

Love is my religion

Hey, you can take it or leave it

And you don't have to believe it

Big, strong hands land on your hips, surprising you to a squeal.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you!" Frankie's low voice is apologetic, and he underlines his words with a reassuring kiss to the back of your head.

"You're lucky I didn't headbutt you," you giggle, your heartbeat quickly returning to normal after your little fright. "It's okay, baby, I just didn't hear you come in."

You resume your sway of the hips, and smile when Frankie starts to place tiny kisses along your neck.

"Hey good-lookin', whatcha cookin'..."

"Frittatas with pico de gallo."

"Mmmm..." He sways his hips with yours, arms sliding around your waist, lips behind your ear. "Love that. Love you."

I don't want to fight

Hey, let's go fly a kite

There's nothing that we can't cure

And I'll keep you in my arms for sure

So don't let nobody stop us

Free spirits have to soar

With you I share the gift

The gift that we now know, oh, oh, oh

"I love you too, baby," you reply, still beating the eggs. "Hand me the salt?"

"Can't. I'd have to let go of you, and I don't want to."

"Silly."

"For you, yes."

Love is my religion

Love is my religion

Love is my religion

Hey, you can take it or leave it

And you don't have to believe it

You let go of the bowl and whisk, and turn around in his arms. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smile up at him, drowning in those soft, warm brown eyes. You lean in, but instead of kissing his lips, you steer to the side and press little kisses to the bare patches in his beard: first on one side, then on the other.

Well I'm done searching now

I found out what this life is worth

Not in the books that I find

But by searching my mind

I don't condemn, I don't convert

This is the calling have you heard

Bring all the lovers to the fold

No one is gonna lose their soul

He starts to lead you in a slow dance, pulling you snug against himself as he lowers his forehead to touch yours. He's tone deaf, but he's still humming quietly to the song, a faint but absolutely mesmerized smile curving his full lips when he looks at you. He's so taken with you, and sometimes, you catch glimpses of yourself through his eyes, and you understand what it is he sees.

Love is my religion

Love is my religion

Love is my religion

Hey, you can take it or leave it

And you don't have to believe it

"My pretty baby," he murmurs as he moves the two of you, much slower than the song, from side to side.

"You are," you whisper back, and your lips find his for a sweet kiss. Love is my religion

Love is my religion

Love is my religion

Hey, you can take it or leave it

Now that you believe

[fuckedstucky]

How to be a heartbreaker

Chapter 3

“Well then you’ll just have to protect me.” She said as they walked out of the club.

***

The pair walked into the cold New York evening together, Y/N pressed as closely as she could get to Steve. Looking at the pair you might think she was cuddling close to keep herself warm, but she was really trying to keep Steve warm. His coat was a thin, tan windbreaker that she knew could never actually keep him warm.

They walked silently down the dimly lit road into the heart of Brooklyn. Y/N kept looking over at Steve, he was shorter than her by about 4 or 5 inches, with her heels on. It was something that she thought would’ve bothered her and yet she found that she couldn’t have cared less. Steve was charming, sweet, had the sweetest pair of baby blue eyes she’d ever seen, pouty lips, and a strong jawline. She knew instantly that nothing he could ever do would make her change her mind about him. She was In love, and she’d only known him for a few hours.

She followed Steve up the stairs to his apartment, which he’d said that he shared with his mother. She could tell he was slightly embarrassed about telling her. She told him about her home life, it was just her and Frankie now that both their parents had passed. She told him how Frankie was getting deeper and deeper involved with shady people, and how that was one of the big reasons he was as protective as he was.

They walked into Steve’s apartment and it was surprisingly very quiet.

“Ma?” Steve called and got no response. Y/N could see the panic on his face, as he checked the fridge for his mother’s work schedule. Y\N walked around the kitchen and gasped.

“Steven, baby call an ambulance!” Y/N said falling to her knees in his den, by his unconscious mother. Steve quickly called the police and ran to his mothers side, Y/N rushed to get a cold compress.

The ambulance was there in 8 minutes, and they rode to the hospital. Steve never letting go of Y/N’s hand.

***

Steve and Y/N sat in the stuffy overflowing waiting room of the Brooklyn Baptist Hospital. Steve had just calmed down after giving himself an asthma attack.

“STEVE?! Stevie!” Bucky called running over to them. His hair was messed up, he had kiss marks on his neck and the collar of his shirt.

“Buck? How’d you know we were here?” Steve asked, still trying to settle his breathing.

“Y/N found my number in your address book, is your momma okay? Have you heard anything yet?” Bucky asked. Steve’s eyes met Y/N for a silent thank you.

“Tuberculosis, working in a TB ward finally caught up to her.” Steve sighed, tears filling his eyes. Y/N still hadn’t let go of Steve’s hand and was now rubbing his back softly.

“You don’t have to stay, ya know.” Steve mumbled looking up at her with tear filled red eyes. She squeezed his hand tightly.

“I’m not leaving, Steven.” Steve nodded silently, leaning his head against her shoulder. She could barely make out the small Thank you that Bucky whispers as Steve falls asleep.

***

When Steve woke up he looked over to see that he was leaning on Bucky’s shoulder. He looked around the room and Y/N was nowhere to be found. He sighed, knowing that either it was all a dream or she had fled while he was asleep to avoid the awkward goodbye.

“Whatcha lookin’ for, Sweetface?” Y/N said, walking up to him and Bucky in a form fitting baby blue dress, arms full of coffee cups and brown bags.

“I thought you’d left?” Steve said helping her with the coffee cups.

“Never. I had to change out of my stage dress.” She smiled. “Now I got some biscuits, and eggs, so you need to eat up.” She said sitting down across from him and a still sleeping Bucky.

“I’m not really all that hungry right now..” Steve started. “Well I am.” Bucky said yawning and grabbing a biscuit while he stretched.

“I thought you were shipping out today?” Steve said, taking a biscuit for himself. Y/N leaned back and drank a sip of her coffee.

“Nope, who told you that? I ship out in 3 months.” Bucky said, stuffing another biscuit in his mouth. “You did!” Steve called as Bucky got up to sit next to Y/N.

“Can you believe him, the kid is always makin stuff up.” Bucky laughed, throwing his arm around Y/N as she rolled her eyes at him before removing his arm.

Bucky and Steve both smiled at that.

***

“Rogers?” The doctor called into the waiting room. Steve shot up and practically ran to meet her.

“I’m Steve Rogers.” He said, out of breath.

“I’m sorry, son. Your Mother, Sarah, I’m afraid she only has a few days left. I’m so sorry, if you want you can go visit her.”

“How did this come about all of a sudden? She was fine.” Steve sighed looking to the doctor for answers.

“Sweetheart, it’s in our records that she’s been coming in for treatment for the past 6 months. I’m so sorry.” The doctor sighed and told Steve which room his mother was in.

Both Bucky and Y/N waited outside of Steve’s mothers room. They had been told that she had days left and would most likely not wake at all. Steve was seated by him mother’s bed, watching her chest rise and fall with unsteady breaths. It broke his heart that his mother had lied to him for so long about being sick.

After about 3 hours Bucky said he had to pick his sister Becca up from school but promised to be right back. He gave Y/N a kiss on the cheek and told him he was happy that she had stayed.

***

“Hey, Buck?” Steve called walking into the hospital hallway.

“He had to pick his sister up, is there anything I can do Sweetface?” Y/N said looking up from her book.

“Is there any way you can sit with my mom, I just don’t want her to wake up while I’m not there, ya know.” Steve said not making eye contact. She smiled softly before nodding.

“Of coarse.” Y/ N said, rubbing his shoulder as she placed a small kiss on his cheek, before walking into the room.

As soon as she stepped into the room, her breath caught in her throat. She’d never witnessed Tuberculosis this closely. She walked over to the chair by her bed and sat in it.

“I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but I’m Y/N Sinatra. I’m a friend of your son Steven, and you should know that he’s the greatest guy I’ve ever met. He’s so kind and smart and he just genuinely cares about people, you raised him so so well.” She whispered to Sarah Rogers.

“Thank you, Love. It means the world to hear that.” Sarah’s raspy voice whispered into the quiet hospital room. Y/N was shocked, she hadn’t thought that Sarah would be conscious.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be awake, how are you feeling?” Y/N asked, already handing her a cup of ice water. Sarah silently thanked her, before taking a sip of the water.

“So Sinatra huh? How exactly did you come across my Stevie?” Sarah asked sitting up as far as she could in bed. Y/N blushed, starting to fiddle with her hands.

“Yes ma’am, I’m Frankie’s little sister. And I only met Steve because he and Bucky were at one of my brothers shows tonight.”

“Stevie is a good boy, and I know you just met my son, but please watch out for him. It’s a harsh world and I don’t want him to meet me on the other side too quickly.” Sarah rasped, grasping Y/N’s hand.

“I-“ Y/N started to say but was cut off by Sarah. “Please.” Her eyes pleaded with Y/N.

“I will.” Y/N promised.

***

“Hey, thanks for being here with me.” Steve said, he and Y/N had gone to get some coffee, while his mother rested.

“I told you Sweetface, I really don’t mind.” Y/N said for what felt like the thousandth time this week. His mother was getting weaker and weaker, and it was getting so hard to watch Steve go through this.

“You don’t know how much this means to me.” Steve said, reaching up and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Now Steven, I know you can do better than that.” Y/N said, pulling his face towards hers and locking their lips together in a passionate kiss.

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Birthday Surprise

This is for Ash’s 2k Writing Challenge - My prompt was Negan’s Birthday (thank you Ash, for letting me participate! 😘)

and for Negan Smut Week! Sentence Prompt: “Hey good lookin’ whatcha got cookin?”

Negan x Number 6 (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Ne - Number 6′s nickname for Negan

Warnings - NSFW. Smut in the southern kiss form. Fingering, light spank. Language. Naughty aesthetic

1500 words - using the keep reading feature

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   I decided to surprise Negan with something a touch different. I wasn’t like the others, being “sexy” didn’t come easy to me. I know the girls laughed at my “innocence” I tried so hard to be more flirty, girly and exotic, but I just ended up feeling foolish.

 But I came up with a plan I think could work. I loved to cook and while supplies were definitely limited, I found the ingredients to bake a cake, a birthday cake more specifically. Negan’s birthday was today and I was so excited to be able to do this for him. No one was ever able, or was willing to try to surprise him. Maybe I could be the first?!

 I needed a way to get the wives kitchen to myself, so I came up with what I believed to be the perfect plan. No one would bother me, until I wanted a certain someone to. I told the wives and a few of Negan’s most trusted people that it was, in fact, his birthday and we should throw him a party. They jumped at it and put together a party fit for the king of the apocalypse. The only one in on my little plan was Simon. I asked him to send Negan up about 2 hours into the party. I was feeling so sneaky!

 “Y/N, are you coming? The party is starting!” Frankie yelled to me.

 “Uh…cough…I’m feeling a bit…cough cough…sick. Tell Negan I’m sorry…cough”

 “Okay, feel better!”

 I told her thanks, peeking out of my bedroom to see if the rest of them had left yet.    

 “Hello? Anybody here?” No answer.  Yes! On to my plan.

 I quickly changed, then hurried into the kitchen to begin baking. I had hid all the ingredients, not sure why as I was the only wife that stepped foot in the kitchen. I placed everything out on the counter and began.

 While the cake was baking, I began making a frosting from the odds and ends I found. It might not be the best, but it would have to do.

 When the timer went off, I carefully took the cake out and gasped, it looked perfect! Yes! I knew it had to cool a bit, but I was so anxious so I put it in front of the fan, hoping that would hasten the cooling process some.

 I went to my room, looking for the one small gift I had gotten Negan, bringing it back to the kitchen. I also grabbed a candle to light. No, it wasn’t a tiny birthday cake candle, but a candle’s a candle, right?

 I touched the cake and said to hell with it, removing it from the pan. It seemed cool enough so I began frosting it with my makeshift frosting, standing back to admire my artwork.

 “My, my, my! Hey good lookin’ whatcha got cookin’?”

 “Oh my god, Negan! You scared the shit out of me!” I was clasping my chest, trying to catch my breath.

 “Look at you doll, thought you were sick, but hmmm, dressed like this, baking a cake. If I didn’t fucking know any better, I would think you were doing all this for somebody’s birthday. Hmm, what do you say baby girl? Is that what this is?”

 He walked over to me, towering over me. He put his hands on either side of my face, forcing me to look up into his mesmerizing dark eyes.

 “Maybe it is for someone’s birthday. But who’s birthday is it?” I asked him, being coy.

 “Are you teasing me doll?” He moved his face even closer to mine. I could feel his hot breath, smell the whiskey he had just drank and I couldn’t stop staring at those plump red lips.

 “Am I? I didn’t realize I was. Does that make me a bad girl?” I didn’t look away from him, just giving him a small smirk.

 “Not bad, just naughty.” He let go of my face, turning to sit down in one of the chairs. “Show me your outfit doll, I like it very much.” The way he said it sent shivers all over my body.

 I turned around, showing him what I was wearing.

 “Is this for the birthday boy?” He winked at me, licking his lower lip.

 “Yes sir, all for just him. Rumor is, I’m kinda fond of him.”

 “Should I be jealous?” He took my hands, pulling me over closer.

 “I don’t think so, I mean, you have all of those wives.” I quickly glanced down at him, his eyes so dark now. I looked away quickly, trying to act uninterested.

 “Right now I’m only concerned with one of them, and she’s being a bit bratty right now.”

 I took my hands out of his, walking over to a cabinet to grab a couple of plates.

 I began to turn around to ask him if he wanted a piece of cake when I was pushed against the counter.

 “Do you think you should be punished? Or should I just open my gift?” His hand slid down to my ass, squeezing then lightly slapping it. I gasped, never having experienced anything like that.

 I could hardly speak. “Uh…open your…gift, I guess.” His hand had found its way between my legs, slowly moving between my now very damp folds. I couldn’t stop the moans that came forth.

 He began whispering in my ear. “When they told me you weren’t feeling good, I was fucking concerned doll. That’s why I came right up here.” His fingers entered my waiting cunt, in and out, in and out. “Don’t worry, I told Simon to keep everyone downstairs. And Fat Joseph’s in the hall. No one will interrupt us.”

 He kept two fingers inside me, rubbing me just right, in that oh so sensitive rough spot. Another finger began circling my now swollen nub. “Oh god…Negan…I’m…I’m.”

 “Come for me baby, fuck my fingers. Let me hear you scream.” He snarled,

 I started shaking, shivering, my high almost achieved. Negan suddenly dropping to his knees, his face shoved between my legs.

 Just as I felt his warm wet tongue enter me, I came, hard, fast, shocking my whole system. “Ne…OH…OH…NEEEE!” I couldn’t see, black and white flashing dots blinding me. Negan held me up, as I am sure I would have collapsed. As I came around, I realized I was feeling a strange, different sensation.

 “Hooooly Shit doll! That is a NEW. one. for. you!”

 “Huh…what is Ne?” I was confused until I glanced down at Negan’s face. His signature smirk showing, but that’s not what made me gasp. His face was drenched.

 “Uh…Ne, uh…”

 “Oh baby!” He crawled out from between my legs, standing up. I turned around, careful not to fall as I was still wobbly. He leaned over me, grabbing a towel to wipe his face off, his smile growing wider.

He sat back in the chair. “Come here doll.” He patted his lap.

 When I started walking I realized just how wet I was.

 “Ne, I’m not sure what exactly happened there. I’m so embarrassed, and so so sorry.” I would was horrified, what did I do?!

 Negan began laughing. “Oh darling, you are just so damn adorable!”

 “I really fail to see how peeing on your face is adorable, but thank you for that. And for laughing at me.” I began to feel the tears falling. “This was supposed to be a wonderful birthday surprise for you and I dressed special for you and I wanted to look, and feel, sexy for once not like the dumb little girl I really am. And now look, I screwed up once again. Why do you keep me around Ne? I’m not strong and confident like Sherry? Or pretty and sexy like Amber? Or have a great body like Tasha? I was really crying now. I wanted a big hole to swallow me up.

 “Y/N, first off, sit the fuck down.” He patted his lap again. I noticed he placed a towel on it. I smirked. As I sat down, he placed both arms around me, pulling me against his chest. “Baby, you didn’t piss on me. I wasn’t laughing at you, or the fact that you squirted on me. I just love your innocence. I’ve never been with such a sweet, loving innocent woman before. It makes me so hard everytime.”

   Squirted, okay, I had heard about it, but never thought it was truly a thing. “OK, so it wasn’t a bad thing? You’re okay with it?”

  “It most certainly is not bad, and I fucking love it, doll! And I’m honored that I was your fucking first time. Woohoo! Now, to get you there everytime baby girl!”

 “I guess maybe your birthday isn’t a bust after all.” I shrugged.

 “I know how to make it even better sweetheart.” He started kissing up my neck, his tongue darting into my ear, causing me to giggle.

 “Ne, are you trying to kill me?”

 “Nope, I’m not done with you yet. Hold on tight, doll!”

  I put my arms around his neck as he stood up. He carried me into the living area, grabbing a blanket off one of the couches. He threw it over me asking, “you all covered now baby? Don’t want Fat Joey getting a fucking free show.”

  “I’m all set, Ne. But where are we heading?”

 “Where else sweet one? My room, my true birthday party has just fucking begun!”

I had a feeling I would be losing more of my innocence tonight.