#i heard the married line and was like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! honeymoon !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[jemmo]

“i never know what to think about, so i think about you” - the 1975

bad buddy week: day 2  favourite episode - ep 11

[ellaa-writes]

The Bëast Within

author note: Part 5! Ok this is the last part till I'm back in November. Will be gone from October 21st till November 18th. I'm getting married and then going on my honeymoon. So enjoy! I'll be working on other parts while I'm away. :) you can find the rest of the series here.

summary: Omegas are rare, in a world full of Alphas and Betas. Being a Omega was not only dangerous but they were highly sought after. After living your life has a Beta in disguise, you meet a scary Alpha, but not any normal alpha. But a gaint Apex Alpha who won't stop at anything to make you his.

tags: Alternative Universe, female reader. Slight smut. Reader edges König into an apology. Slightly submissive König (but don't tell him that.) A/b/o dynamics. Alpha König is big and scary but not to reader. not proof read

König showed his love through acts of kindness and gifts. He felt bad for smashing your phone, and also as you put it "ruined your life". But he knows your just being dramatic, he spent two full days sleeping in one of the spare bedrooms. You didn't leave the master bedroom, only opening the door after König pleaded with you to eat something.

That's why he's currently inside a jewelry store, trying to pick out a gift that says I'm very sorry but I also don't regret doing what I did. The sales person becoming annoyed cause he can not make up his mind so decided to buy all 3, a matching set.

The second day barricaded in the room, you spent most of the time crying in your nest and enjoying the deep soaker tub. König brought you lunch, and also your new phone.

Discarding the food on the dresser you laid in the nest, setting up your phone. Waiting for the thousands of notifications to pop up.

You immediately called Kalina, you missed her voice and knew she's probably in a panic. The phone only rang once before it was picked up. "Please tell me you're alive." you heard her panicked voice on the other line.

"I'm alive." you replied back. "What the fuck is going on?" she all but screamed your name. "It's a complicated story." you tried to explain but she cut you off. "Are you safe, do you need me to call the police? Maybe the military? Who do I need to kill." she was rambling so fast you could barely make out what she was saying.

"Kalina! Hey Kalina! Calm down will you. I'm fine. I'm alright. I don't need any of that." you were finally able to but in. "I went to your apartment and you were gone, like all of it." she explained. Remembering König's actions, rubbing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose. "Ugh I know." you didn't know where to start. "It's been a week! A week of no call, no show, no nothing. And Mr. Wojack said you quit? What the hell is going on?" her voice getting higher and higher with each word.

"If you'd shut up I'll explain. It started that night at the club." you started. "We should have never gone." Kalina but in. "Kalina! Please!" you pleaded with her to shut up. "Sorry, sorry!" shaking your head. "Their was a guy there, an Alpha. I guess he sniffed me out, idk how the hell he knew but he followed me home. I woke up to him in my room, and..... and he marked me. That night, and I've been at his place ever since. He helped me through my heat....I think we are mated now." you explained.

The other end was finally quiet, thinking the call dropped until you heard Kalina'a deep sigh." I knew, I knew he would try. I just hoped I got you out of there fast enough." she said, you were confused? She knew? "What do you mean you knew?" you asked. "Don't you remember me pulling you out of the club? Throwing you in that cab?" she asked. It took you a while to thinking back in it, and then I made sense.

She saw him too, just like you did. "You saw him?" you whispered. "It was hard not to." her voice trailing off. You heard a knock on the door, probably König again. "Kalina I gotta go. I call you back later." you told her. Hanging up before she could protest. Leaving your phone on the charger near the bed.

Walking to the door you could see König's shadow underneath. Another knock came "Omega, please let me see you." he pleaded through the wood. If he really wanted to he could break it down, and he was tempted. Since getting a taste of your omega pussy it's all his dick and brain could think about.

"Why should I? So you can lie to me again." you were being a brat but you deserved it. In less than a week you had your home, job and life taken from you. But you also knew your situation could be much worse.

König sighed, he was going to lose his mind if you kept up this act. He had every right mind to knock this door down and make you forgive him. Even when he didn't believe he needed to be forgiven. In the law he had every right to do what he did. Once an omega is claimed she loses all her freedoms and rights. As she now belongs to her Alpha who is responsible in taking care of her. And if he's unfit of that, then the courts step in and interviene. But you were an undocumented Omega and he was a dead excommunicated Alpha.

Slamming his fist against the thick wood, he rolled his neck to try and relieve the tension that's been bothering him. "Please my love, I got you something." in König's other hand held the name brand bag of the jeweler he visited.

Unbeknownst to him, you had been scheming. Spending your time locked in this room, snooping around. Taking out his military uniform and laying it out on the bed. Also finding a few medals that where also stashed away in the closet.

"I'll let you in if you answer some of my questions." Königs ears perked up, what was this? A terrorist negotiation? But the thought of being in your presence, he didn't care. "Whatever you want Omega." his words making you laugh, of course you'll give me what I want, you thought.

König heard the door click, you unlocking the bolt that secured it close. Opening it a bit before stepping away to sit on the bed next to your findings.

König wasted no time in barging right in, about to open his mouth but closing it immediately when he saw his uniform next to you. "What is this?"he asked. His voice getting deep and low, his instincts heightening. He wasn't an animal you wanted to corner and confront but that's exactly what you did.

"That's my question. And I don't want to hear anything from you that isn't a one word answer or anything that's not the truth. You understand?" you fingers ran along the delicate stitching, tracing it slowly. König didn't like any of this.

"If you aren't going to answer me, you can just leave. And take that with you." you pointed to the bag he was holding. He sighed, setting the bag down on the dresser. Leaning against it, he was feared far and wide. The stories men told about him, yet here you are. Standing up to him, and not backing down. The Beast was proud, laughing loudly in König's head. Mocking him for not being able to control you. But that's not what he wanted, he didn't want to control you he just wanted to make you happy. And right now you were not and it was his fault.

Slowly you were wearing him down, his dick hard and throbbing in his pants. Begging and pleading with him to do whatever you wanted just so it can feel you wrapped around it again.

"I served in the Austrian Special Forces, but things came up and now I'm here." hoping his answer sated you. He crossed his arms staring at you, dragging his eyes up and down your body. "Why did you leave?" you asked. Curious about the Alpha in front of you, his aura was dark and mysterious. "It no longer served a purpose in my life. I... uh I do different work now. Similar but different. That's all you need to know." König was trying his best to answer you but to also keep you safe from his world.

You sighed "König you said you'd tell me anything I wanted." you eyed the giant Alpha in front of you. The sight of him alone making you want to heel over and crawl to him. But it was just your horny omega brain. "I am Omega, there's things you wouldn't understand. I'll do anything to keep you safe." König was growing more frustrated. Pushing himself off of the dresser and making his way to you. Getting down on his knees and placing his head in your lap.

"I'm trying to keep you safe and protected. Don't you understand." he looked up into your eyes. His eyes pleading with you, his bottom lip sticking out. "Than say your sorry." you told him. Lightly brushing your hand through his hair. You slightly started to part you thighs, revealing a silky pair of panties under the dress you were wearing.

Königs ears began to ring, his mouth becoming wet with anticipation. If he was a youngling he'd might even start foaming. The smell of your wet Omega pussy hit his nose, a low growl starting deep in his belly. He tried to push your dress up more but was received with a smack. Knocking his prying hands away, he hated when you did that.

Nobody he knew would dare raise a finger at him and since knowing you, that seemed like your favourite thing to do.

"No." you scolded him like a juvenile pup. "Not until you say you are sorry." he heard your words but his mind and eyes couldn't leave the sight of your pussy. The fabric of the silky panties hugged you lips, a small wet spot slowly forming. König knew from that moment on you were going to be the death of him.

Only if one of his men could see him, if one of the many people he's snuffed out could look upon him from hell. To see this feared Alpha on his knees, drooling at the sight of sweet omega pussy. They would laugh, they would mock him. Just like The Beast was doing now, his laughter louder than anything.

König licked his lips and closed his eyes. Taking a moment to clear his mind, too shut up The Beast and to try and not cum in his pants.

"Omega, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I'll never do anything and I mean anything without your approval." he was a starved man, if you told him to walk into fire he would. "Omega I promise to serve and worship you till the end of mine time." he didn't know what else he could say.

You smiled, your eyes turning bright at the words your Alpha was saying. Your heart skipped a beat and your pussy gushed with more fluid. Pushing up your dress a little and tilting your pelvis till it was in König's face.

"I forgive you." you said. You hands tangling themselves in his hair once again. König mouth attached its self to your clothed pussy. Sucking on the wet spot, trying to ripping through the material with his teeth.

Trying once again to touch you with his hands but only stopped when you smacked them again. He really hated that. "No, just your mouth. And be a good boy and I'll let you fuck me." you told him. Spreading you legs open even more, resting you left leg over his shoulder.

Yes, you were going to kill him. But he didn't care, as long as he died by your pussy he didn't care at all.

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Girls' night

Summary: It's been a while since you went out with the girls. One of your friends telling you about a Tik Tok challenge she saw about having sex with your partner every single day for a month leaves you even more confused when your friend tells you how hard it has been for her to have that much sex every single day. A problem you definitely not have since meeting and marrying Frankie.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 2.3k

Rating: E

Warnings: smut (unprotected sex, ass play, masturbation, public sex, car sex) fluff, alcohol, married life, drunk horny reader, humorous

A/N: I have read this fic so often the words are becoming meaningless to me lol Hope you enjoy though!

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It had been a good while since your last girls night out. 

Life happened and in what felt like a matter of years almost all of your friends got married or had kids. It’s why you were looking forward to today. You hadn’t seen most of the girls since Emily’s wedding. 

You had spent the last hour getting ready. Taking a long shower, shaving your legs (and… everything else because you felt like it), moisturising. Now you were standing at the sink, putting the finishing touches to your make up, your lips lined sinfully red. 

Rubbing your lips against some tissue to set the colour you heard a whistle from behind you, your eyes finding your husbands in the mirror as he leaned in the doorway. 

“You look… fuck I am so lucky you married me,” Frankie grinned as he walked over to you, his arms wrapping around you from behind, crowding you against the sink. 

“Mhhh you just say that because my boobs are out,” you hummed, reaching for some lotion, to massage it into the soft skin of your breasts, when his hands stopped you, reaching for the lotion himself. He put some on his hands before he slowly began to rub it into your skin, squeezing your breasts softly, his lips kissing your shoulder. 

“You caught me,” he murmured with a smile against your skin, kissing himself up your neck, his hands making sure to massage the lotion thoroughly into your breasts, his fingers playing with your nipples. His beard was scratching over your skin and you sighed, leaning back against him, closing your eyes. 

Frankie and you got married almost two years ago. And you were still waiting for the honeymoon phase to be over. All of your friends who got married told you that reality set in more quickly than they thought, telling you you had to actively work on your marriage every single day. Some even were glad to get out of the house for a couple hours just to get away from them. 

It wasn’t like that with you and Frankie. 

If your wedding changed anything between you, it only made you closer. 

“How long until you have to leave?” he hummed. You looked at your phone. 

“25 minutes?” you sighed, tilting your head to give him more space, his lips wandering up. 

“More than enough time to make you cum,” he playfully bit into your neck, his hands pulling at the towel that was wrapped around your hips, letting it fall to the ground, leaving you completely naked and making you giggle.

He groaned, both of his hands resting on your hips as he rubbed his bulge against your ass. 

“Can’t ruin my make-up though, think you can do that?” you asked. 

“That’s okay,” he cooed and you turned your head over your shoulder to look at him. You felt his fingers between your legs, dipping between your folds..

“Gonna ruin this pussy instead,” he winked before he kissed you.

You were…. Fashionably late. Frankie had driven you into the city, kissing you goodbye and making you promise to call him no matter how late it would get to pick you up. He’d meet up with the Miller brothers to watch some sports game you were definitely not interested in. 

You got out of the car, looking over your shoulder to find him winking at you before you turned away and walked towards the bar, feeling him dripping into your panties. The glow on your skin was definitely his doing. 

You found your friends deep in the back of the bar, drinks already in front of them.

“There you are!” one of them said with a grin before all four of them got up to hug and welcome you. 

“Sorry for running late, next round is on me,” you said with a smile once you sat down. 

“Yeah. Why are you late?”

You grinned to yourself. 

“Frankie had to… show me something,” you said, grabbing the menu as they all snickered. 

“Was he successful?” 

You looked up and smirked. 

“He always is,” you winked, making them holler, before you ordered a martini. 

“Jack and I are doing this challenge I saw on tik tok,” your friend Emily said almost two hours later. You were pleasantly buzzed, currently chewing on some garlic bread sticks you already had ordered to take some home later for Frankie. 

“What kind of challenge?” Char, to your left, asked. 

“Sex everyday for one month,” Emily said and sighed as if exhausted. You grabbed your glass to drink something to hide your frown at her reaction. 

“Shit. Every day?” Char asked. Emily nodded. 

“We’re at week two and I am exhausted,” she sighed and all the women around you snickered. 

“Ben and I could never. Not with three kids around,” Char said, Tanja nodding beside her. 

“Once a week is already a challenge. And I’m so fucking tired all the time. I’m surprised I didn’t fall asleep on you all,” Tanja laughed and you nodded. 

Once a week?

A challenge to have sex every day?

Didn’t Emily only get married at the end of last year?

People challenged themselves for sex and were… exhausted? Meanwhile here you were,  trying to remember the last day you hadn’t had sex with Frankie…

Even when you were on your period you two were just like a bunch of horny teenagers.

The last time the two of you didn’t have sex was probably when he was teaching flight students in another state and had been gone for a week. That was months ago. But since then… You may not have him inside of you every day but you were intimate. Every single day. Sometimes more than once.

You had zoned out of the conversation, almost jumping when you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

“You okay?” Char asked. You nodded slowly. 

“What about you?” Emily asked. 

“What about me?” you asked. 

“You’ve been married for two years, right?” You smiled as you nodded. 

“So how often do… you and Frankie….”

“She wants to know how often you get laid,” Tanja asked and you chuckled nervously. 

“I mean we all know you got some just before you got here, but like…”

You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Honestly?” you asked.

They all nodded. 

“Frankie and I don't need a month-long challenge to have sex every single day,” you winked and they all stared at you before they giggled. 

Frankie was already outside waiting when you all stumbled out of the bar. You said your goodbye’s, ignoring the whistles behind you as Frankie got out of the car to open the passenger's seat for you. You pulled your arm behind his neck to kiss him, making him chuckle against your lips while he pulled you closer, walking you back until your back was pressed against the car.. 

“Hey baby,” he mumbled with a grin before he helped you into the car. He had offered to drive your friends home too, but they had already gotten an uber since they were living on the other side of town. 

“Had fun?” Frankie asked, taking your hand once he started the car and pulled out of the parking space. You nodded, bringing his hand up to kiss the back of it. 

“They think we’re strange,” you mumbled and Frankie looked at you with an amused smile. 

“Why?”

“Because we have too much sex. Apparently.”

“What?” he laughed. 

“Em and her husband are doing a month long daily sex challenge and she already hates it even though they’re only two weeks in. Two weeks!” you cried out in disbelief. 

“Hey nothing against a healthy sex life. If they don’t like it, they don’t. I happen to like sex and find my wife very sexy,” he leaned over at the next red light, kissing you. You smiled, sighing against his lips. 

“I love you, so so much baby. You are so cute and sexy and you have the bestest cock,” you cooed with a dreamy grin and he laughed. 

“The bestest?” he asked.

“Out of everyone on this planet,” you nodded and he grinned.

“I love you too, my tipsy wife,” he chuckled, taking your hand to press his lips to the back of it. 

“Not tipsy,” you pouted. 

“No?”

“No. I’m sooooo drunk. Drunk and so fucking horny baby,” you sighed, one of your hands slowly pulling your skirt up. 

“I still have all your cum in my panties. I’m such a whore,” you giggled, your fingers slowly pulling down your panties. You grabbed them from the floor, throwing them at Frankie.

“Fuck baby. We’ll be home in ten minutes. Think you can wait that long?” Frankie asked. You turned your head to look at him as your hand slipped between your legs. 

“Nuh uh,” you shook your head, your fingers playing with yourself. 

A honk behind you made Frankie jump, before he took a deep breath and began to drive.

Sucking your bottom lip in you pushed two fingers inside of you, moaning quietly.

“Shit, baby…” Frankie cursed, his head focused on the road, his eyes peeking to you every couple seconds or so, the vein on his neck almost pulsing.

“Let me taste….” he groaned and you grinned, bringing your soaked fingers to hip mouth, pushing your fingers between his lips. He moaned. 

You let your other hand linger on his crotch, slowly unbuckling his belt. 

The car stopped and he killed the engine. You looked around finding yourself in what looked like the woods. Not that you cared where you were. You just wanted….

“Get on top of me,” Frankie ordered. He pulled his seat back before he pushed his pants down to reveal his hard cock. Within seconds you were in his lap, your hand reaching for his cock to line him up as you sank down on him, both of you groaning in relief.

“That what you needed?” he hummed, as you released a content moan. His hands were on your hips, his lips against your throat as you closed your eyes, enjoying that first delightful stretch of his cock inside your walls. 

He thrusted up into you and you opened your eyes, your lips parting before you looked down at him. You pulled his cap from his head, your fingers running through his hair before you leaned down to kiss him deeply. 

You pulled your arms around his neck while you slowly began to move on top of him. 

Your right knee was digging into something against the car door and your head was bumping against the roof everytime you moved, but you didn’t care. 

“Make yourself cum on my cock baby,” Frankie pulled at the front of your dress, revealing your bra. His lips closed around the lacy material over your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. 

“Make yourself cum so I can drive you home and take my time with you…” his hands were now on your ass, kneading the flesh as you rode him. 

“Gonna eat your pussy until you beg me to stop….” he bit into your breast and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from crying out. 

“And when you beg me for my cock I’m gonna cum in this sweet perfect pussy….” he moved his hips, thrusting up into you and you moaned, arching your back, your head falling back. 

“Or maybe you don’t want me to cum in your pussy but in your tight little ass,” you felt one of his fingers rub over your puckered hole.

“Oh shit….” you cried out.

“Cum for me baby…” he hummed and you looked down at him, meeting his eyes all while he moved his hips to meet yours. 

“Cum for me and I’ll fuck your ass once we’re home,” he cooed and even though you had felt your orgasm building for the last minutes, you were surprised how hard you came just seconds after.

“Shit you’re so tight when you cum….” he groaned, his arms now pulling you close against his chest, holding you upright as you shook through your orgasm. 

You let your head fall against his neck, breathing him in deeply, feeling him still hard deep inside of you as he waited for you to come down from your high. 

“I really love your cock,” you mumbled with a smile and he laughed. 

“I love all the rest of you even more,” you added, finally looking at him.

“I love you too,” he smiled softly, kissing your nose. 

“You didn’t cum,” you noticed and he smirked. 

“Told you, I’m gonna cum in your ass baby,” he kissed you and you sighed against his lips. 

You stayed in his arms for some minutes more before he carefully helped you off his lap and back into the passenger's seat. You pulled your dress up while he managed to put his pants back on. 

“Don’t you fall asleep on me until we’re home,” he teased, kissing you softly before pulling the seat back and turning on the engine, beginning to drive home. 

He wasn’t even back on the road when you fell asleep. 

How you got into the house and into bed was very blurry but you woke up in the early morning hours in his arms in your bed. 

Deciding to wake him up in a couple of hours with your mouth around his cock.

[maryangelex]

hey hey !! I just read your recent ex husband price fic and it’s EVERYTHING , your writing is impeccable 💕

I was also wondering if i can request angst/hurt no comfort ex-husband price! Is it bad that I kinda want to see this man suffer ?? 😭

a/n: thank you so much anon!!!! and ofc you can because...i too love a man in dispair D: something about price in shambles just mmmmmmm delicious!!!

i hope you love it :D (maybe cry a lil)

c/w: afab! reader, divorce, angst, hurt no comfort, grown man crying, alcohol use, fertility issues, age gap

He should have known better than to take you for granted. He shouldn't have anticipated you'd be fully okay with his line of work and everything that came with it. He should have made more of an effort to be there for you rather than feigning ignorance about how you were feeling, how lonely you had been, how difficult it had been for you to be alone when you needed him most when every pregnancy test would come back negative, or the pregnancy wasn't viable.

Instead, he'd come home to you pretending there was nothing wrong between you two. You gave him the benefit of the doubt time and time again; this was the way he coped coming back from missions, by coming home to the 'perfect' life he had built with you. You don't know what hurt you most, the facade he put on that everything was fine and dandy and there was nothing to be resolved or the cold shoulder he gave you when it was just too much for him to put on a fake smile.

He should have taken it as his cue to drop the act and be the husband he swore to be the second you brought up divorce. And instead, he kept his mouth shut, nodded his head, and gave you a mask of understanding. Once again, being passive about your marriage because too much of his energy had been put into his work. Not only that, but he already knew how much of a failure he had been at being your husband.

He knew you were too good for him since the very beginning. He was too old for you who had just started your life. He was too busy to even begin dating you, much less marry you. He was mentally (nor physically, really) not fully there to provide for you.

So when the divorce was finalized and a year passed, it was no surprise to see you had moved on. You looked happy in the pictures with your new beau, happier than he had ever seen you leading up to the divorce; maybe since after your honeymoon. Your smile was radiant and wide, your skin glowing, and your eyes glinting with newfound hope that this other man would be the husband you really deserved. He knew you deserved better, accepted it, even.

He dwelled on the fact that he failed you at providing you the love and dedication he vowed to you at the altar. The warm feeling of whiskey had become more familiar on his lips than the feeling of your lips.

He missed you like hell, he couldn't think of anything else he wanted back more. He sobbed himself to sleep thinking about how he let you slip between his fingers and lost you, his precious wife. The thought of being with another woman made his skin crawl, feeling repulsed by it. He requested extra missions to get away from the city and the apartment you two shared, but only got himself extended leaves for his mental state.

At the two-year mark, he found himself sick of moping and grieving and decided it was about time he took action. Moving on to someone else was not an option; it was you or nothing. When he picked the pieces of himself back up and could finally stand on his feet, he made his way back to you.

He hadn't heard from you since he saw that picture of you and the new guy on your social media, but he got in contact with your mother and she willingly gave him your new address. And when he stood at your doorstep, a bouquet of tulips in hand and his best attempt at a smile, you opened the door to him and it hit him like a trainwreck.

Seeing you with an infant on your hip made his knees nearly buckle.

"John?" was all you could say, and the sound of your voice after so long made his ears ring.

John Price was a man of steel, a man with infinite courage who braved terrorists and bullets aimed at him. But the sight of you with the babe he couldn't give you, the love he couldn't fill you with, the life he swore to provide and failed to, made him lose any will to live that he had gathered in the last year.

[delicateflowerss]

Don't Worry, Darling: One

After marrying the love of your life, Rafe Cameron, you thought you couldn't be happier. But when a murder shakes the island, you learn you don't know your husband as well as you thought. When does Paradise become Hell?

Warnings: 18+, eventual NON-CON, dark!Rafe, implied violence, blood, drug use, mentions of pregnancy, kook!reader, non-canon ages

This is on the short side, and more of an introduction to my new series. Next chapter will have more action, enjoy!

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“How did you manage to not get knocked up?” Caroline asks through an amused smile. “I thought that would be the first thing Rafe would do on your honeymoon. Especially in a place like The Bahamas,” she adds.

Laughter follows from everyone including you.

“Maybe he did. She just doesn’t know it yet,” Audrey chimes in.

The same level of laughter erupts, but your smile falters a little.

“Rafe and I are waiting,” you explain.

“Why? You two seem so happy. And look at this place,” Caroline motions to the backyard of the house you share with Rafe, complete with a blue, sparkling pool and freshly mowed grass. “You’ve got it made.”

You shake your head, a smile still on your face. “I just got a new client, and I’m doing really well right now. There’s no need for us to rush.”

“Don’t you just work from home? You can have a baby and be a book editor,” Cassie points out, taking a sip of her Mai Tai.

“When you all have babies, then you can criticize me. But until then, I don’t want to hear it.” You try to keep your tone lighthearted. But there’s an edge to your voice, their words starting to bother you.

“We’re just playing around.” Caroline looks around, earning nods from your other friends. She smiles at you and sighs, “I’m excited for you. I mean, who knew someone could tame Rafe Cameron?”

“He’s come a long way. I think,” you pause thinking about the man you’ve married. “He really is the perfect husband.” Your eyes twinkle, a content smile tracing your lips.

“You know, I was a little worried when I heard you were getting married,” Kelce begins, picking up the glass he was pouring brown liquid into. “I thought there goes the Rafe Cameron I’ve always known, always doing whatever the fuck he wants, now having to answer to his wife.”

He walks over to Rafe, slapping him on the shoulder. “But I see I was wrong,” Kelce laughs.

“Nothing’s changing here,” Rafe says before bending down to snort the white lines off his desk through a rolled up hundred-dollar bill.

“So, Y/N’s okay with all this?” Topper asks, watching Rafe wipe the residue off his nose.

“I wouldn’t say that.” He breaks out into a grin. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

Topper just nods, his lips tight together.

Rafe’s face falls at the look Topper gives him. “It’s only for special occasions. Alright, Top? You don’t have to get all…”

“Hey, I didn’t say anything,” he interrupts. “This is just new to me.”

“What is?”

“You and responsibility.”

Rafe scoffs, looking away from him.

Before anything else is said, Kelce intervenes, “I was talking to Chase yesterday. Said he thinks he’s getting that promotion.”

“He always thinks that,” Rafe mutters.

“Well… He said he knows for sure this time. I guess Ward must have told him.”

At that, Rafe turns to look at Kelce, furrowing his brow.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

Kelce shrugs, “that’s what he said.”

He moves his glare to the floor, lips parting. “Huh.” A million different emotions pass through his eyes as he thinks for a moment. “So, Chase is getting promoted before I do?”

There’s a heaviness in his voice, like he’s finally admitting it to himself. Any fun carelessness in the room has disappeared, leaving a thick tension that’s anything but.

Kelce opens his mouth, but closes it right away, not knowing what to say.

“I’m sure your promotion is coming, Rafe. I mean, your dad owns the company,” Topper assures.

The smile on his face is wiped away when Rafe points his glare to him.

“Yeah. And your grandfather helped you get that job at that law firm,” Rafe fires back.

“I didn’t mean it like that. If you’re so upset, just talk to Ward.”

Rafe chuckles, a lack of humor evident. He taps his finger against the wood of his desk.

“No, you’re right. I’ll just talk to him.”

The hot, sticky air wraps around you as you fix the hat on your head, helping to block out the sun. You finish setting the soil around your freshly planted roses, the diamond on your ring glistening in the bright sunshine. You wish you could’ve finished gardening before the housewarming party last night, but better late than never.

A car door slamming behind you, startles you, forcing you to look at the street. You quickly stand up at the somewhat familiar face, brushing the dirt off your dress.

He doesn’t notice you until he’s gotten his equipment from his truck. You give him a slight wave, and you don’t miss the surprise that washes over his face.

“Oh. Didn’t realize this was your house.”

As much as JJ tries to hide it, his apprehension is apparent.

“We just moved in.” Your tone is so much brighter than his.

“Right.” He nervously looks around, like he’s searching for someone. He sighs, “I guess I should’ve read the names on my client list a little more carefully, Mrs. Cameron.”

Your lips part in realization. “Oh, Rafe’s not here. If that’s what you’re worried about.”

His silence confirms your suspicions.

“And he’s pretty much over all that stupid Kook vs. Pogue stuff.”

“Is he?” Doubt laces his voice.

You never understood why Rafe was so set on terrorizing his sister and her friends. But thankfully, he’s grown out of it.

“I think he can handle you being here once a week,” you assure.

“I don’t know about that.” JJ scratches the back of his head.

“He doesn’t even have to know.” That catches JJ’s attention, his gaze settled on you. “You’ll only be here while he’s at work. All he knows is he’s paying the pool company. I’d hate to see you lose out on a job because of Rafe,” you finish with a reassuring smile.

Maybe this is your way of righting all of Rafe’s wrongs.

He sighs, a smile finally forming on his lips.

“Fine. But only cause you’re so convincing.”

You stare at the food you dedicated your evening to, getting cold on their plates. Your lips are outlined in a pout, thinking about how Rafe is never home this late.

Your mind has already conjured up every worst-case scenario. But the most realistic scenario, is the one that hurts your heart the most. You worry that Rafe simply got distracted, and he forgot to tell you he’ll be home late.

You don’t want to be forgotten.

You try not to think about it. He really has changed so much, turned into the man you’ve always known he could be.

That’s why you married him.

So, you don’t want to think about how it could have all been for nothing.

Before you can go farther down your pit of despair, a ding from your phone pulls you back.

You breathe a sigh of relief at his text. He just needs to stay late and work. You know he’s been wanting that promotion, which goes further than wanting more money.

You text him back, making sure to put his dinner in the fridge.

The only sound that echoes through the dark house are Rafe’s footsteps. His movements are slow as he goes up the stairs, hoping to God that you’re sound asleep.

But once he gets past you in bed, sleeping peacefully, he locks himself in the bathroom. He stands there for a minute, unsure of what to do. Adrenaline still rushes through his veins, his breathing erratic.

His blue eyes find the mirror in front of him, taking in his disheveled state. The evidence of what he’s done is still on him and it hits him like a slap in the face.

After that, he’s frantic, peeling off his clothes as fast as he can.

Rafe steps into the shower, lathering soap over his skin, washing his hair, and scrubbing under his nails. The red tinted water goes down the drain.

Once he gets out, a towel around his hips, he picks up his clothes from the floor, inspecting them for any evidence.

His eyes widen at the stains, heading downstairs to throw them in the washer. He doesn’t worry about his shoes, only finding mud on them.

The clock reads 3:47 when he finally gets in bed next to you. You don’t stir as he settles in. Serenity paints your features as his are creased with uncertainty. But that slowly vanishes the longer he looks at your face. He softly presses his lips to your head before shutting his eyes.

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Good Luck Charm - Chapter 26

Summary: After being married, Negan decides to take Y/N to a place they visited once when they were younger to give her a honeymoon which brings back old memories.

Characters: Negan, Y/N/reader (OC), etc.

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Some Smut, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39423063/chapters/135889690

Notes: I have several chapters of this still planned. I know I took a very long break from this one and I'm sorry, but I'm doing my best to finish the stories that I still have opened. I want to make sure to finish them all. Thanks to anyone that might still read this one!

“Do you really think it’s safe leaving the kids with strangers?” Y/N inquired while her and Negan walked through the woods to an area that Negan insisted they get out of the car to walk to. The sound of Negan not walking far behind her was heard and it made her swallow down hard. “I know that you trust these people, but after hearing the way some of them talk to you I’m not sure that they are the safest people for the children to be around.”

“Hey, I know what I’m doing, okay?” Negan snickered from behind her, pushing aside some of the brush that was in front of him while he followed her. “I know some of my men are questionable, but I know who to put my faith in when it comes to the children. I wouldn’t put their lives on the line, I promise you.”

“I want to believe you, but with your past…” she looked over her shoulder at Negan hearing him let out a grumble that showed his displeasure over the fact she was still holding the past over his head. “It takes a lot to regain my trust Negan. I’m not who I used to be.”

“You trusted me enough to marry me,” Negan reminded her, moving in beside her to pinch her bottom causing a yelp to fall from her throat. An amused snicker fell deep from within him and it made her roll her eyes. “I think if you were worried, we wouldn’t be here going away for our so-called honeymoon. You probably would have killed me.”

“I came close a few times,” she pointed out and he let out an amused rumble. “It’s just been hard for me to be away from the children. Since this whole thing started, I’ve never really been apart from them.”

“Exactly, which is why you need this break,” Negan hushed her, his arm hooking loosely around her waist while he led her in closer to him. “For years, all you ever wanted was to be married to me. Now you are and we’re going to do it right. Well, as right as you possibly can in a world like this.”

“Oh, so you’re going to divorce the women that are your other wives?” she blurt out and it was followed by another rumble of a growl. “That’s what I thought.”

“The only real wife that I have is you and you know that,” Negan pushed further, his arm tightening around her in a possessive grasp. “I think we just need to focus on how we’re actually together now. Married. Like a real couple. The way it should have been a long time ago.”

“Mhmm,” she stopped moving, reaching for his hand to pull him to face her. A long exhale fell from her lips while she stared up at him. Palming down over the side of his face, she drew him to her and shook her head slowly. “You know how much I love you Negan. How much I’ve always loved you.”

“Of course I do,” Negan whispered, his thumb drawing lines over the side of her face. “You know I love you too. Very much. And once you came back into my life I decided that I was going to stop wasting fucking time. I’m gonna focus on being a good dad to my children. Nathan and Evie are gonna know what it’s like to have a good father in their life. You’re going to know what it’s like to be pampered the way you are meant to be.”

Tipping up on her toes, Y/N met Negan in a faint kiss that made him hum against her flesh. Stroking his fingers over the side of her face, Negan pulled back ever so slightly and his hazel eyes were locked on hers. There was always something in the way that Negan looked at her that took her breath away. She hated it, but also loved it at the same time.

“I love you,” Negan slurred, leaning in to skim his lips in over hers drawing her to close her eyes tightly. Warmth flooded her veins when he finally claimed her lips in a heated kiss. His right hand palmed in over her bottom and she huffed out. “What?”

“Are you ever going to tell me where you are taking me? Are we almost there or…?” she braced her hand over the center of his chest, purring out when he nibbled at her bottom lip. “Negan.”

“We’re almost there, here…” Negan reached for her hand leading her through the woods, looking back at her with an amused expression. “I wanna see if you remember this place…”

“What do you mean?” she smirked knowing that they had been walking for a while toward an area that felt uphill. When he pushed aside one of the bushes, she let out an amused sound when she saw the group of tiny cabins that sat at the top of a hill that overlooked a large body of water. “God, not this place.”

“So you remember this place?” Negan felt her pulling her hand from his when she moved toward the center of the camp to gaze around. “I thought maybe you would forget it.”

“How could I forget this place? Sure things are overgrown, but I would never forget this place,” she let out something that resembled a giggle and Negan smiled brightly, shoving his hands into his pockets while she looked around. Pointing to one of the cabins, she looked back at Negan and saw him nod. “It was the first year that we were dating. You wanted to go on a road trip with no plans. Just hit the road and see where we ended up. So we got on your motorcycle and just started off in whatever direction I picked.”

“And not far into the trip you started getting handsy so we pulled off here and decided to break into one of these cabins,” Negan added to the conversation hearing her let out an amused sound. “We both agreed these things were ridiculously small, but they were good enough for what we needed which was to just have sex. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other…”

“And we didn’t close the door the first time and there was that deer,” she recalled making Negan huff out when she turned to face him.

“The deer was a pervert that just wanted to spy on us,” Negan walked across the gravel toward her when she moved up the steps to the cabin that they had snuck in together almost fourteen years ago. “I still think that deer wanted a piece of me.”

“You would,” she noted looking into the windows of the cabin to let out a sigh. “We ended up just staying the night after you chased the deer off. I remember late into the night you thought it was the deer coming back and you ran out buck ass naked…” her laughter grew louder making Negan’s face flush over with warmth. “And it was a group of campers that were actually staying here coming back from their hike…”

“Thank God they were all college kids,” Negan snorted finding amusement in the fact that she still found what happened back then so funny. “College kids that understood our situation and let us continue to stay the night in our cabin.”

“I told you to put some pants on when you went to chase the thing off, but you were so…I don’t even think I know the word,” she recalled their past, pushing open the door to see that there was a small mattress set up in the tiny cabin along with a few things and she gazed back at him over her shoulder. “This was your idea for our honeymoon?”

“Listen, we always wanted to go and be by the water, but we were so focused on screwing around that we never got the chance. I thought you might enjoy the memory,” Negan reasoned with her, leaning against the doorframe when she moved into the small cabin. “I had the boys clean up the place and make sure that it was livable for us for the night. I thought maybe we could go for a walk by the water and then…”

“Have sex?” she suggested and it was followed by Negan letting out a thick rumble of laughter. “I assume that’s what you were looking for here?”

“Well,” Negan stepped forward, cornering her inside of the cabin. His breath was hot over her lips while his hazel eyes ate her alive with his stare. “I originally thought I would be romantic with everything. Go for a walk by the water hand in hand. Talk about things. Then maybe we would come back here, have a small dinner, make some smores and then afterwards I thought the two of us could get comfortable with one another and I would make love to you inside of the cabin,” Negan informed her drawing her breathing to get caught in her throat when he pressed his body in against hers. “But, if you want…I’d have no problem getting you on your knees to have you suck on my big cock before I feast on your beautiful, wet pussy. Then we can have sex on the beach. Grab one of the towels, take our clothes off and lay out on the sand. We can go as fast or as slow as you please. We can have sex all day if that’s what you desire. As long as you give me a few breaks to hydrate myself and allow the big guy some time to recuperate. I can have your pussy full and dripping with my cum by the end of the night if that’s what you want.”

“Jesus Negan,” she gasped when he curled his fingers underneath her thigh to pull it up and over his hip. Heat flooded her face and she felt her heart hammering inside of her chest. “Why do I suddenly feel like that girl at the bar all over again wanting you to deliver on everything you just said?”

“Because I still turn you on,” Negan’s nose nuzzled hers, his palm snaking between the two of them to caress over her most intimate parts. Tipping up, she brought their lips together and Negan’s tongue flicked out against hers. Their breathing grew louder when they started pawing at one another touching the other. “My cock is so fucking hard already.”

Dropping her hands, she fumbled with his belt and pulled apart his pants working to tug them open. Finding trouble at first in getting the zipper down, she didn’t hesitate to push down his pants and his boxer briefs when she undid the material. Almost immediately his cock sprung free from the cotton prison it was behind and her palm wrapped around his girthy length.

“Good girl,” Negan complimented her, his forehead pressing to hers while she jerked him off. Grunting, Negan watched her lowering down to her knees like he had suggested earlier. Pressing his left hand against the wall, he used the right to hook his fingers into her hair while she pressed wet kisses against the shaft. Closing his eyes, he bit down on his bottom lip as her lips wrapped around the tip. Moaning out, he enjoyed the way that her tongue lapped at the sensitive tip while she took her time bobbing her head over the length of him. The damp warmth of her mouth around him felt incredible. Even after this many years, he could never get sick of sexual acts with her. She knew exactly what to do in order to please him and it was exciting every time. “So good.”

The wet sounds her mouth made over him was turning him on even more with his hips bucking up toward the back of her throat. Her caress worked over his length as well and he was very verbal with her about everything. Praising her consistently. He knew that she loved that.

“Fuck,” Negan moaned out, falling forward when she deep throated him. Wincing out, it didn’t take much for him to be coming down her throat and having her swallowing down every drop of his release. When she pulled back, she wiped at her bottom lip and collected the taste of him before sucking at her fingertips. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Forcing her to him, he kissed her with everything that he had, tasting himself against her and groaning out against her flesh. Working open her pants, Negan was eager to get them from her body hearing her gasping when she almost fell over with his strength. Dropping down to his knees, Negan reached for her left leg and threw it in over his shoulder to give himself some space. Gasping out, she dug her fingers into his shoulders to brace herself when he peppered wet, hot kisses over the inside of her thigh. Once his mouth centered in over her core, he could feel her fingers sinking into his hair and clinging tightly to it.

Eagerly pleasuring her, Negan did what he knew she loved using his tongue and fingers in unison. It had her grasping at the wall with her free hand to try to brace herself. From the caresses of his tongue, the slurping and kissing over her most sensitive parts, it had her panting out his name and he loved every second of it. When she hit her first orgasm, he didn’t stop what he was doing. No, he wanted her not regretting a moment of agreeing to marry him after everything. Plunging his fingers into her, he caressed over her g-spot while his tongue and lips worked perfectly in unison over her clitoris.

“Negan,” she cried out his name when she came again and he let out an amused rumble when he lazily pulled his mouth away from her, bringing his fingers up to his lips to suck over them with a proud expression. “You’re something else.”

“I know,” Negan placed another small kiss over the inside of her thigh and carefully placed her leg back down. Standing up, he pressed his body to hers and smirked down at her. “Let’s go fuck by the water.”

“And what if a walker shows up?” she muttered against his lips hearing him snicker and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ll bring our lunch, our weapons and if a walker shows up while I’m balls deep inside of you, then we will deal with it,” Negan’s nose wrinkled when she rolled her eyes and pushed into the center of his chest. “How are your legs? Do you need me to carry you down there? They were kind of shaking up a storm.”

“My legs will work,” she answered working her pants back over her body. At first, she didn’t think they would genuinely do exactly what he said, but they did. Negan led her to the beach, laid out a towel and lowered her down on top of it after undressing her. They had sex on top of the towel that was much more passionate than she would have imagined it would have been, but afterwards when he was laying in over her, she found herself caressing at the back of his neck. With their bodies tangled together and the warmth of him over her, she closed her eyes and let out a long exhale. “It’s moments like this where the world actually feels normal again.”

“With my dick going soft inside of you,” Negan teased against the side of her neck. Letting out a disgusted breath had him snickering against her flesh. “I’m fucking with you baby.”

“You’re always going to be Negan,” she sank her fingers further into his damp, dark hair. Pressing a kiss to his temple had his head lifting and the weak smile he gave her made her heart skip a beat. “I mean when we are alone like this. Out on a beach with no one here. It reminds me of when we were younger without a care in the world.”

“Well we can make this world as normal as we can,” Negan grabbed her hand that had her ring on it. Peppering faint kisses over the back of it had her smiling. It made him happy to know that she could find happiness with him again after everything. “We’re starting slowly, but over time we can start building this world together.”

“This was all I ever wanted,” she reminded him with Negan’s thumb sweeping in over the ring that she was wearing. “To be married to you. To have you look at me the way you are.”

“I know,” Negan acknowledged with a hesitant smile, lowering his head to press his forehead to hers. “And now we get to spend the rest of our lives together working on the relationship that we should have been having this whole time.”

There was a silence that filled the air between them when Negan sighed. Pulling his hips back had both of them letting out muted moans before Negan laid in beside her. Having her cuddling in closer to his chest had his arm immediately wrapping around her to hold her tightly to him.

“I was thinking,” Negan began, licking at his lips when he lowered his head down to cuddle his chin in over the top of her head. “Mostly about our family. I want to work on building our family back up. I want to be a good father and a good husband. I think we can make this whole thing work together. Maybe when things get settled down the line, we can actually try adding to our family again. So I can do things right from the start. I fucked up so bad when you were pregnant with Evie and then with Nathan…”

“I don’t think we should have more,” she interrupted Negan, a sincerity in her eyes when she expressed how she felt about things. “Evie was hard, but nothing can describe just how hard it was having Nathan. I love that boy and I’m so thankful to have both of them in my life, but doing everything on my own was just too hard. With the way the world is right now Negan, we’re just lucky to have the two that we do have.”

“I know that,” Negan stressed, his brow line furrowing in frustration. Y/N’s fingers were stroking through the dark curls of hair that was over his chest showing that she wasn’t mad at him, just stressing her feelings to him on the subject. “I just want another chance to do things right.”

“You have a chance to make things right,” she reminded him, her fingers tracing up over the side of Negan’s face drawing his hazel eyes to her. A lump developed in Negan’s throat when those words hit him hard. “Having a new baby isn’t going to make things right. Focusing on your relationship with your son and daughter will. You have everything you could ever want and more in both Evie and Nathan. A boy and a girl. A little girl that loves you more than anything and would do absolutely anything for you. I think the real testament to your love and your hope for change is how hard you work on building your relationship with the two of them. What you do to make things right for them.”

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving my children, I just don’t think adding one more to the family would be a bad thing,” Negan suggested, his thumb sweeping in over her jawline to admire her with the way she was looking at him. “We make good looking babies and that’s something the world needs. More babies to fill it that aren’t totally ugly.”

“Nice sell honey,” she rolled her eyes, tapping playfully at his chest. Laying her head back down over his chest, she listened to the sturdy sounds of his heart beating and sighed. “We have so much to work on, I think that just needs to be a thought very far out in the future.”

“Well, you never know how much time you have with someone,” Negan countered, his tone shaken when he thought about his time with Lucille and how long they had been apart. “The world has always chose when the two of us should have a child, so I guess I’m going to leave it in mother nature’s hands.”

“You do that,” she replied with a hesitant smile, her lips pressing faint kisses over his chest again. “I don’t want to raise a baby in that place Negan. It’s hard enough thinking about how we are going to raise Evie and Nathan there.”

“The Sanctuary?” Negan responded, his face scrunching up in confusion when she nodded. “It’s safe there Y/N. We have food, crops, protection…”

“Enemies, nowhere to raise a family except for your bedroom, no real places for them to play and people who despise you,” she stopped him before he could continue to sell what a good place it was for their children to grow up in. Bracing herself over his chest, she shrugged her shoulders and sighed. “Part of me wishes that you come to your senses and you decide that you’re ready to give up this life. That you just want to be a dad and a husband.”

“I do want to be a dad and a husband,” Negan countered, his thick eyebrows bouncing up when he defended himself. “That’s all I want right now. To be with you and the kids. To continue working on my family so we can be happy.”

“It’s not going to happen at The Sanctuary Negan,” she declared, a sense of sadness flooding her features when she continued. “The best thing for your children would be for you to step down and move to the farm. We have everything there. Protection that you could enhance. Food that you are capable of growing. A home. A real home for the children to grow up.”

“You know that I can’t do that,” Negan frowned feeling the guilt that was eating away at him with her lecturing him about the farm again. “I know that you think that life is capable…”

“It is,” she interrupted him, her hand lifting up to stop him from going off any further. “You quit. You move to the farm and you be the family man that you insist you want to be. It’s that simple.”

“And I explained to you, it’s not that simple. I have people that count on me. I’m the leader of this group and if I walk away from it, I’m letting everyone down. People will die because of me leaving,” Negan pushed once more and he could tell that she wasn’t buying the story that he was selling. “I keep a balance there. I keep harmony between all of them because if I was gone, it would be a fucking disaster there.”

“You are in the middle of a war with another community that is hell bent on killing you,” she reminded Negan making his lips part. He went to say something, but he just huffed and made it clear by his lack of eye contact that she was right. “The people there, they hate you. Some might hero worship you, but mostly they are scared of you. I love you for the man that I know you to be, but the Negan that is in charge of that community? It’s the darkest parts of you I didn’t want to remember you for. Staying at The Sanctuary is just going to give your children a hostile environment to grow up in. It’s never going to be fully safe there Negan. You know that just as much as I do. I think you know that leaving and going to the farm is the best place for you. For all of us.”

“I can’t Y/N,” Negan whispered, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat. “This is the one thing I built on my own. Maybe I don’t run it the way that I should, but through the years we were separated I learned really fast that being the good guy leads you to nothing but pain. All the good guy does is die. I don’t think I’m bad, but I don’t think I’m good either. I just do what I have to in order to keep people alive.”

“You know there was a day when that farmhouse was your dream,” she brought back their past and it had the color draining from Negan’s features. “That’s why I bought that house. It was everything you ever wanted. You wanted animals, a place where we could just have a family and be together. It was never my dream, it was yours.”

“I know,” he asserted, his hazel eyes tearing over when she looked upon him with such high expectations. “You’re right.”

“Then why are you so against that life?” she wondered, but he didn’t have an answer for her. In fact, it just made him uncomfortable and kind of emotional. “I love you, so fucking much. That’s why I agreed to marry you. That’s why I agreed to all of this crazy shit. Because beyond all doubt in this world, I know that my heart completely belongs to you. But right now, you are picking to be this character over your own family. You’re trying to balance the two, but you’re not. We’re secondary in your life Negan. And this Sanctuary Negan is going to continue to rule over the dreams you really had in your life. Not these false dreams that this world created for you.”

“I can’t be the man that I wanted to be when I was in my twenties Y/N,” Negan stated with a frown, his head shaking slowly. “Yeah. More than anything I wanted to be a dad. That was the thing I wanted more than anything. I wanted to be happy and I wanted to have a big family. That farmhouse was never achievable for me.”

“It was,” she shook her head with a scoff. “And it still is.”

“The world will not let me be the man that I always wanted when I was younger,” Negan repeated, his hands reaching up to cup her face in them tenderly. “I’ve done things. Things that I can’t take back and…”

“But you can run away from that life Negan,” she pushed, her eyes tearing over when she stared down at him with physical pain at the idea of what he was saying. “I know that you like feeling important. I know that you like having the power. Power feels good. But in the eyes of your children? You’re the most important person in the world. You are their hero. You’re their silly, amazing father that loves them. What more in the world could you possibly want?”

Parting his lips to say something, Negan huffed out with his bottom lip trembling and he was actually getting really emotional, “You have your second chance Negan and the world is holding it out for you. It’s giving you your second chance. It’s just waiting for you to take it. Because you have two beautiful children and a woman that loves you. A woman that has always loved you. A woman that has put you above her time and time again because all she ever wanted was to make you happy. A woman that just wishes that for once…” in that moment her words stopped and he saw that she pushed up to sit down on the towel. Slowly lifting up, Negan looked to her and saw that she was trying to hide that she was getting emotional herself. “A woman that wishes for once you would choose her. That choosing her over your own ego is what you really want.”

“I did choose you,” Negan curled his finger in underneath her chin to get her to look at him. His breath hitched when he saw the tears that were sliding down her face. “That’s why we are married Y/N. I chose you.”

“I just want to be enough for once Negan,” she informed him, a whimper falling from her parted lips. “You always told me that I was perfect. And god I hated hearing it. Because there was always that but that followed. You’re perfect Y/N. You’re just not perfect for me…”

“That was the past,” Negan reasoned with her and she let out a hesitant laugh. “I was so blinded by my own stupidity to see how things really were.”

“Negan, The Sanctuary is your Lucille now,” she spoke quietly, her jawline flexing when his hand lowered. Hearing that was like a kick to the gut. “You’re picking The Sanctuary over me. Over your children. And once again, I’m perfect, but I’m not perfect enough to give up this life for. I gave up all of my dreams for you Negan. Every single one of them. All I’m asking you to do is to finally take the dream you wanted from the start. The one you begged me for twelve to eleven years ago. Be a father. Move to the farm. Forget this life. You got to be powerful. You got to experience it. If you really, genuinely love me…be the family man you always wanted to be. Become that farmer. Take care of the crops and the animals. Cowboy Negan was always a very good look for you.”

“Shit,” Negan scoffed lowering his head down and letting out an upset breath. When she laid that out on the table before him like that, things really started to make sense to what she was saying. Stroking at the back of his neck, Negan shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “Fine. Yeah. You’re one hundred percent right.”

“About what?” she was curious seeing him wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand drawing attention to just how beautiful his hazel eyes truly were.

“That I need to give that place up. I have my family back,” Negan answered admitting to her that she was finally right. “I have my wife and my children back in my life and that farm was my dreamhouse. Which I’m fully capable of having now. I’ll move my men out. I will grab the things I want and we can go there. Be together. Live our life there and be happy.”

“Come on,” she sighed feeling like it was just something he was saying at this point. “You can’t say things that you don’t plan to follow up on Negan. I’ve known you for fifteen plus years.”

“Then look at me,” Negan demanded, reaching for her to get her to lock gazes with him again. “I promise you, when we get home I will let everyone know that I’m done. They can pick amongst themselves who they want to be their leader and I will take you along with the kids to the farm. We can be happy together. Like we always should have been. We’ll be out within the week.”

“Tell me you’re being serious,” she begged of him and Negan nodded his head.

“I’m very serious. You’re absolutely right. For too long you’ve been living your life for me. It’s time I finally lived the life I always stressed that I wanted,” Negan declared with a simple shrug of his shoulders feeling his chest aching. For so long she was in pain because of him and he knew that. “You are perfect. Perfect for me. Perfect for the children and I just want to spend the rest of my life proving to you how perfect you really are. I can’t do that at The Sanctuary. I swear to you with everything that I am. I fucking mean it.”

An amused rumble of laughter fell from his throat when she leapt forward into his arms knocking him back into the sand. Holding her close, Negan laughed and nuzzled his nose in against the side of her neck. He couldn’t remember a time that she was happy like this because of him making the right decision for once.

“I love you more than anything,” Negan admitted, his words vibrating against her flesh after he pressed kisses against her lips. There was something in the way she looked at him that took his breath away. “You’re everything to me. You and those kids. I’m not going to fuck it up this time.”

“Thank you Negan,” she breathed out, her forehead pressing to his while he stroked his fingers through her hair. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“I have an idea,” Negan whispered, squeezing her tightly in his arms. “It’s time I picked you for once. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

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It was late into the morning and by now Negan should have been on his way back with Y/N to The Sanctuary, but he couldn’t find it in himself to move. Yesterday they had spent more time on the beach together before finding their way back to the cabin. Inside of it, they had shared memories and just talked for a while before falling back into one another again. Y/N had fallen asleep easily last night in his arms, but Negan didn’t get much sleep if any at all. Instead he just held her in his arms and watched her sleep. Everything she said the night before was true and he knew it was time for him to finally step up to be the man he always promised he wanted to be.

The sun was shining in through the small window, hitting them just enough from where they were laying together on the tiny mattress they were stretched out on together. Being someone that was a full-time father and farmer he knew they wouldn’t get as many chances to have these wild, crazy sex nights together. At The Sanctuary, he had people to watch over the children, but now he had to be one hundred percent dad. Even though he enjoyed moments like that, he was willing to finally take on that role. Honestly? Negan had never really been a fulltime dad. Not since Evie was born. Even though he was always on backup, Negan was a fulltime dad two weeks a month for seven years. Then the world fell to shit and Lucille got sick. That’s when he gave up being a dad completely. And that was the biggest mistake he felt like he ever made in his life.

Picking solely Lucille and throwing away his daughter was a stupid mistake chosen out of fear. So many days he wished he could take it back, but he couldn’t. Now he finally had the chance to make things right. For Evie. For Nathan. For Y/N and finally himself. Most of his nights had been fueled by nightmares since he lost Evie. Now he had the chance to live the life he always wanted. He should have taken it from the start, but now he was finally seeing just how important it actually was for him to take this step.

“You have the prettiest eyelashes I’ve ever seen,” Y/N’s voice was quiet while she shifted over his chest from where she had been sleeping. Gazing down, Negan saw that behind her tired eyes, she was staring out at him. “I was always drawn to your eyes and your smile.”

“I think little man has the eyelashes too,” Negan noted, stretching his body out finally when he knew that she was fully awake. All night he had tried to stay still because he was afraid of waking her up. “I think he’s going to be a charmer when he’s older. Winning the hearts of whoever he sets his sights on.”

“He has taken on a lot of your physical traits,” she agreed with Negan, a tiny smile pulling at her fatigued features. “Nathan has your looks. Evie has certainly got your personality.”

“I’d like to think they were an equal mix of both of us,” Negan gave her a wink, squeezing her in closer to his body with a snicker.

“Being at the farm will give me time to work on things with Evie too,” she admitted, her fingers stroking over the center of Negan’s chest. “For years our relationship has been terrible. She’s hated me for something I couldn’t control. Hopefully, with us being a family again and being at the farm we can finally make things right.”

“I thought things have been getting better,” Negan suggested, his eyes narrowing when he thought back on his discussions with Evie to be better to her mother. “I’ve heard her tell you that she loves you.”

“Yeah, but hopefully this can help heal our daughter’s heart,” she whispered, pressing a faint kiss over Negan’s shoulder. “She’s become someone I hardly know over the last few years. She used to be the happiest, smiley little girl. Whether she was with you or me. I always knew you were her favorite, but she loved me a lot too. Maybe we can finally get back to that at the farm. So I can spend more time trying to be a good mother to her. Focusing on her.”

“You’ve been an extremely good mother to her,” Negan stressed, his fingers sweeping in underneath her chin to get her to look up at him. Sadness remained from her talking about their daughter and Negan shook his head. “You kept our children safe. You made sure that they were always well kept and alive. Protected. You’re an amazing mother Y/N and I promise you, Evie is going to see that one day soon. And then everything will be back to normal.”

“I hope so,” she sighed, cuddling her head in against the center of Negan’s chest. “We should probably get ready to go, huh?”

“Eh,” Negan scoffed, his nose wrinkling in discomfort. “Let’s just wait a little while longer. This is the last time we can really fuck off as parents. Let’s take our time together and then slowly make our way back. I want to focus on the time I have with you for a little while.”

“So you want to have sex again?” she inquired, her eyebrow arching in amusement. Placing his free hand over the center of his chest, Negan shook his head. “Fine, I’ll just get dressed…”

Watching her crawling away made Negan huff when he swiftly moved in over her, pinning her down face first on the small bed that was beneath her. With a giggle, she felt Negan’s lips kissing down over the side of her neck and she purred out, “that’s what I thought.”

“You flash your ass at me, what am I supposed to do?” Negan wondered turning her onto her back to get her to look up at him with her arms hooking around his shoulders. “I am a man after all. My dick is already hard in the morning and then you go flashing your ass at me.”

“You’re a dork,” she snickered with Negan’s lips covering hers. Each kiss grew in intensity having her gasp out when Negan adjusted her legs to have them wrap around his waist. “Wait.”

“What is it?” Negan breathed out, nibbling at her bottom lip eliciting a purr from her. “You don’t want this?”

“I want this,” she assured him, stroking her fingers down over the side of his neck taking her time to stare up at him. “Can you just drag it out for me? As much as I like sex, I’m just kind of hoping for something where I feel loved. Where it feels like you are making love to me.”

“I have absolutely zero problems with that,” Negan whispered behind loving and passionate kisses.

And he gave her exactly what she asked of him. It was slow and unhurried. There was lots of touching, praises and careful movements. What she asked for, he delivered and afterwards they just laid together for a little while longer before starting to pack up with things.

“I think I’m going to steal a stash of the candy, coffee and the ice cream before we leave The Sanctuary,” Negan announced while they gathered their things and started heading back toward the car that Negan had parked down at the bottom of the mountain.

“Maybe some seeds for planting might be good too,” she suggested moving in beside him and making him yelp out when he felt her pinching his ass. It made him smile though that she was open to being that way with him.

“The hands woman!” Negan was loud and silly when he swatted her hand away from him. Once they had everything packed up back inside of the car, Negan reached for her hand to pull her in against his chest. “I love you. So fucking much. You know that.”

“Hmmm…I don’t know,” she whispered, she tipped up on her toes wrapping her arms around the back of his neck to pull him in closer to her. “Maybe you should say it again so I can think harder about it.”

“I fucking love you,” Negan slurred against her lips pulling her in closer to him. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she whispered against his mouth, humming when they pulled away. “I always will.”

“Good,” Negan teased with a wrinkle of his nose. Palming down over her back, Negan’s palms squeezed at her bottom before peppering a few final kisses over her lips. “We need to start back on our drive. But just know, this is a day I won’t soon forget.”

“Nor will I baby,” she agreed with a wink following Negan to the car where he opened the door for her to get in. Taking the seat, she watched Negan almost skip to the other side where he got in himself. The smile on his face was contagious. And it made her happy to see. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you this happy for me.”

“I could say the very same thing about you,” Negan muttered, his fingers reaching out to sweep in over the side of her face. “I’m just glad that I’ve been lucky enough for you to give me so many chances Y/N. I never deserved them, but you never gave up on me. You were the one person that never did.”

Instead of saying something, she led him to her again to kiss him. It took his breath away and he nuzzled his nose in against hers. There was a need deep inside of his veins to show her all the love in the world. And he hoped that she felt it. Especially after everything he put her through. He wanted to spend the rest of his life trying to prove it too. And that started with finally giving up The Sanctuary to focus solely on his family.

On the drive back, they would have silly discussions since it was quite a distance for them. Just to keep each other focused. When they weren’t super far away from The Sanctuary though, Negan had noticed a small town that they hadn’t searched before.

“Why don’t we go search to see if there is something good?” she suggested, pointing in the direction of it. “It’s a town right off the water. There might be some good supplies there. We can find something for the farm and snag it before other people find it?”

“Shit,” Negan stopped the car, gazing over at her with a huff when he realized she was right. “I probably could just have them run out tomorrow and go search for things honey. That way it’s back at The Sanctuary before we actually leave.”

“I don’t mind Negan,” she offered seeing that he was actually considering his options. “It gives us more time together for our honeymoon.”

“Fine,” Negan grumbled under his breath, turning the car around so they could head back toward the city. Driving through it, Negan made sure that it seemed pretty much abandoned before parking on the main street in the small town. “There is no one here which makes me think it’s probably picked over babe.”

“Or we can just be lucky,” she eagerly got out of the car and stretched. Grabbing his weapon and Lucille, Negan was quick to follow after her as they made their way up main street looking over the stores that were there. “I remember when we went to places like this all the time when I had my days off. Your favorite place to eat was always that seafood restaurant.”

“I do love a good lobster roll,” Negan sighed thinking about the past when she used to pamper him. “God, I’d kill for one of those. They had the best biscuits, lobster rolls and soup. I probably could have eaten there every day if I wasn’t poor as fuck. I miss that shit.”

“If you get a few lobsters before we leave, we can try to recreate the recipe,” she suggested looking back over her shoulder at him with a simple shrug. “We aren’t that far away from the coast, right? I’m sure we can get someone to find some.”

“True,” Negan agreed with her, noticing the way that she was eyeing over the storefronts as they would pass them. “Do you remember when I was a deadbeat and I would make dinner for us all the time when you were at work?”

“Sure,” she smirked at the thought of him calling himself a deadbeat. “I remember Lucille telling me that when you lost your job at the school you became an even better cook.”

“Right,” Negan’s expression became somewhat serious when she brought up two negatives from his past. Lucille and losing his job at the school. “I was going to say that when I was living with Lucille, we didn’t get lobster a lot because we didn’t always have the funds, but there was one point where I made these two really incredible versions. I did the Maine style and the Connecticut style. I think I was on the verge of getting it just right.”

“You should have became a chef,” she commented, finding herself surprised when Negan’s fingers hooked with hers attempting his best to hold her hand. “I know you loved your sports, but you always loved cooking. I would have supported you.”

“You always took care of me Y/N,” Negan reminded her, stopping her enough to get her to look out at him. Reaching out, he brushed his fingers through her hair and sighed. “The sad thing is, I do believe if I told you I want to be a fucking chef, you would have opened a restaurant for me.”

“I would have done anything for you,” she breathed out, her eyes hooked on his and it made him let out a long exhale.

“I never doubted that,” Negan alerted her with a sigh leaning in to press his forehead against hers. “I probably would have been so much happier if I did become a chef.”

“Probably not,” she teased him, tipping her head back to stare into his hazel eyes. “The first time someone complained you would probably come out and dump the food over their heads before kicking their ass. I’d be bailing you out of jail all the time.”

“Touché,” Negan snickered, nuzzling his nose in against hers before something caught his attention in the corner. “From where we are I see a grocery store, a toy store and a bar. Let’s go hit up all three.”

“Sounds like a date we would have had when we were younger,” she suggested with a weak smile causing Negan’s nose to wrinkle. Keeping his fingers tightly around Lucille, he grabbed a hold of her hand and led her first toward the grocery store. The glass on the doors were shattered and she didn’t have a lot of faith that there would be much of anything after all this time. Tugging at the doors that were held together by a chain, Negan made enough room for her to get between them before following her in. Inside shelves were pushed over, broken glass covered the floor and there was a flickering light coming from the back of the store. “I’m going to guess this is a no go.”

“We’ll still look,” Negan hushed her, motioning her to wait. Tapping Lucille against the floor several times, Negan waited to see if he could draw out any of the walkers. When nothing happened, he looked back at her with a shrug. Grabbing a cart, Negan reached for it and pointed toward the basket. “Get in.”

“You must be joking,” her nose wrinkled looking down at the cart and he huffed.

“Have some fun,” Negan snickered, holding his hand out to help her into the cart after she rolled her eyes. Like he usually could, he convinced her to do what he wanted in getting into the shopping cart. Putting Lucille into the cart with her, Negan started rolling the cart throughout the store observing what was left on the shelves. “We used to fuck around a lot when we were younger.”

“In what fashion?” she tipped her head back and he smirked. “We got in some trouble in the first year together.”

“We did,” Negan snickered stopping in one aisle when he saw some cans sitting on the shelves. Reaching for the first few he wiggled them about causing her nose to wrinkle since it was sardines. Tossing it into the cart with her, Negan grabbed a few of the other cans that were left there knowing that it was things that were just picked over, but it didn’t hurt to have non-perishables. “I just meant we would do silly things like this. I remember when I did this with you that one time we ended up getting kicked out of that store.”

“Rightfully so, we were being stupid,” she reminded him with a hesitant laugh, “you were racing up and down the aisles like a maniac.”

“But you had fun,” Negan grumbled under his breath grabbing a firm hold of the handle starting to push the cart down the lanes quickly like he had done when they were younger. It had her grasping tightly to the sides of the cart with every sharp turn he took. Hearing her laughter made him smile figuring that she was reminiscing about their past and just having fun being silly.

“Negan!” she squealed out when one half of the cart went up on its side but he managed to catch it, slamming it down onto the ground. “You’re going to kill me if you keep doing that.”

“I’ve got you. You’re safe with me,” Negan assured her, pressing down to steal a quick kiss from her lips. Being more careful, they went through every lane and grabbed the things that were still left before he took her into the back. As soon as the door opened, Negan heard her let out an uncomfortable sound when they saw the long-decomposed corpse of someone that had hung themselves. “Well fuck.”

After some silence, Negan cleared his throat and moved around the body, “He probably had a stash in here somewhere if someone didn’t steal it already.”

“Negan,” she frowned noticing that Negan didn’t have a care in the world that there was a body hanging before them. Managing to work her way out of the cart, she was careful in the way she moved when she observed the body. “I don’t see any marks on him.”

“Some people just couldn’t handle the stress of things Y/N,” Negan let out an excited breath after pushing through some of the bags to see that there was one hidden with a bunch of supplies. Lifting the bag up, he moved in beside her to show her what he had. “Jackpot. Looks like they have some guns, food and tools.”

“Don’t you feel bad taking his things?” she pushed hearing Negan scoff when he set the bag down in the shopping cart.

“Why? He’s not using it,” Negan suggested moving around the back of the store. There were a few sleeping bags in there so he was surprised this was the only body they actually found. “You know Y/N, I learned to stop caring about people a long time ago. When you care about people it’s only going to get you killed.”

“You care about me,” she reminded him and Negan scoffed.

“That’s different,” Negan countered with a quick tip of his head.

Gasping out, Negan tugged at one of the bags knocking over one of the shelves. It had both of them jumping when a hidden area was revealed behind one of the walls. Clearing his throat, Negan’s eyes narrowed when he realized what was being hidden. Y/N went to step forward and Negan immediately shook his head, “Don’t.”

“What is it?” she of course couldn’t listen to him and moved in beside Negan to see what looked like three walkers that were fading away almost completely. Two of them looked like children and the other was a woman. “Jesus.”

“Come here,” Negan pulled her back toward him noticing the sadness that flooded her features. “You can’t let things like this bother you Y/N. They aren’t people anymore.”

“They were babies Negan,” she felt her throat going dry assuming that the body they found hanging was likely the father and the husband of the bodies that were almost completely fading away. “It bothers me to see what has happened to so many children.”

“It happened to most of the world,” Negan hooked his arms around her, pulling her into a tight squeeze. “Instead of being upset about people we never knew, you have to focus on the fact that all four of us are still here.”

With a nod, Y/N forced herself to look away and Negan urged her out away after doing another quick scope of what was left. There was a door they could get out of easier in the back. Taking the things back to the car, Negan packed them up and then led her toward the bar. When the doors were locked, Negan grumbled to himself and managed to break one of the windows. Crawling in, he motioned her to wait and then pulled the tables away from the door so she could get in. Once she was, Negan pushed the tables back and instructed her to wait for him while he checked the kitchen. And he was glad he had her stay where she was because there were multiple sets of bones in the freezer. Around the bar he was able to find some alcohol bottles and some bags of flour that hadn’t been used. After he was done setting them aside, he could see that Y/N was standing behind the bar and it made him smile.

“Does this bring back old memories for you?” Negan slid his hands across the bar top and stopped before her. Tapping his hands against the top of it, Negan bobbed his head about and she snickered. “I bet every time you came to a bar you thought about our first time together.”

“I did,” she agreed with him, looking behind the bar and her eyes fell upon a bottle of whiskey that was left there. Picking it up, she set it on top of the bar and watched him smile. “Believe it or not, I actually enjoyed being a bartender. I was good at it. And for the most part, it was always nice learning things about people. Sometimes it felt like people just came here to have someone to talk to because they had no one.”

“You want a drink?” Negan grabbed a hold of the bottle wiping it off with his white t-shirt. Managing to get it open, he smelled the alcohol inside before taking a long swig of it. Hissing out, he tipped his head to the side and sighed. Extending his hand out, he saw her eyeing over the bottle before accepting it. Considering her first sip, she shrugged her shoulders before taking a long drink of it as well.

“Do you remember when we first started dating? You used to come to the bar every night after that guy tried attacking me. You would just take the corner table at the start of my shift and you would stay until I left,” she pointed toward the back corner of the bar they were in and he smirked when she brought up their past. “I thought I was the luckiest girl alive. This incredibly handsome stranger saves me from getting hurt. He’s so good looking, charming, he’s good at sex and he’s well equipped,” she rambled off causing Negan’s nose to wrinkle and he snickered. “And he wants to keep me safe. I couldn’t believe that someone would ever be dumb enough to dump him. Sure, he may have been going through a rough time, but he was…perfect.”

Negan’s jawline flexed when she looked down toward the bar top and sighed, “I don’t know if you remember, but you used to draw all the time while you were waiting. I would come over and you’d have all these little things drawn out on bar napkins and you’d write me these notes.”

“I was always drawing back then. I used to think Evie started drawing because I was always doodling,” Negan noted, setting the bottle down and reaching out to stroke his hand in over Y/N’s. “What about it though?”

“I kept all of those,” she admitted with a weak smile, her head shaking when she let out a long sigh. “I used to always put them in my top drawer when I got home. I think I had even put them in a booklet at one point. It’s at our old house somewhere. Probably in my closet if it wasn’t stolen. There were two I always kept with me though. It was the ones where you would draw us as cartoon characters. The first one you ever drew me…and…”

“And?” Negan’s eyebrow arched in curiosity when her lips parted and she let out a tremoring breath.

“There was one you drew when I was pregnant of what was supposed to be us at our wedding. It was us at our wedding holding the baby. It was really cute. I still have them in the nightstand beside the bed at the farm if your men haven’t destroyed it. I had a few pictures in there too,” she declared with a long sigh grabbing the bottle to drink more than he expected her to.

“You really kept those?” Negan wondered, his throat tensing up when she nodded after setting it down. “They were just meant to be silly little things. I thought you would throw them away.”

“I was head over heels in love with you,” she reminded him grabbing the bottle before moving around the bar to go over toward the corner of the seating area to sit on the floor. Moving in beside her, Negan slowly lowered down and could tell that she was upset thinking about things. “You know, originally our four-month ultrasound was supposed to be a week later. You were just so excited that when they had an opening and called me, I took it.”

“Why are you doing this?” Negan’s Adam’s apple bounced in his throat when he noticed that she was getting upset again about their past. “You have to stop hurting yourself over our past.”

“You don’t ever think about how things would have been if we didn’t take that appointment that day?” Y/N inquired with Negan’s features growing sad. Tipping her head to the side, she shrugged her shoulders and sighed. “Of course you don’t. It gave you back Lucille, so why would you never want it to happen?”

“It gave you Lucille too,” Negan countered reaching for the bottle when he thought she was drinking too much of it. “And you loved Lucille too.”

“I love Lucille. Her dying didn’t stop me from loving her,” she corrected Negan, a shuddering breath falling from her throat. “A lot of my life I considered the what ifs. Like what if I would have taken that later appointment? We could have found out about our little girl. You would have been happy. You would have missed Lucille completely. We would have gotten married. Maybe we would have been living happily in that farm all along.”

“Or maybe I would have been bitten while working at the school,” Negan reasoned with her noticing the tears that were in her eyes. “I can’t even begin to apologize enough to you for our past. I fucked up. I fucked up so fucking bad. I know that. But it happened and we can’t change what happened. What matters is that we are together now. You always wanted to be married to me. Now you are. We have two beautiful children and by the end of the week we will be living at the farm together. You’re going to get everything you ever wanted in life. Everything I ever wanted in life. You have to think about that stuff and not the past.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” she apologized with Negan grabbing a hold of the bottle of alcohol to drink a hefty amount from it.

“Here I was thinking about the two of us absolutely plowing each other in the bar nightly. Whether it was the first night or every night after when you would close up. We had so much fun,” Negan recalled with a hiss when he lowered the bottle from his lips. “I had so many of the best memories from those nights. We figured out so many different ways to have sex in a bar…”

A loud sigh was heard and he noticed the way that Y/N was staring out at him from the things that he remembered, “What?”

“Nothing,” she shook her head letting out a long sigh. An uncomfortable laugh fell from her throat and Negan felt a warmth flooding into his face. “That’s really your best memories with us? The two of us fucking in the bar? I’m talking about the things you did that made me feel happy and safe. And all you can think about is us fucking?”

“I get in a bar Y/N and my dick gets hard thinking about it,” Negan answered with a simple shrug of his shoulders. Pointing down toward the center of his pants, Negan scoffed and let out a long exhale. “I was kind of hoping that we could have another round. Relive the past a bit. That’s why I picked a bar in the first place.”

“Of course you did,” she stole the bottle from him and stood up from the floor to pace.

“What’s wrong with me wanting to bend you over the bar and fuck you?” Negan questioned, his brow line furrowing when he let out a grunt as he tried pulling himself up. “It’s our honeymoon so to speak. I don’t see a problem with it. We like fucking each other. Our first time was in a bar and a significant part to the beginning of our life was fucking in a bar. So yes, I get in a bar and I think about fucking you which are pretty incredible moments.”

“I was searching for some of your favorite moments that you spent with me. Instead you responded with sex which is what I always thought our relationship was anyways. It would have been nice hearing some good memories that weren’t sex related,” she rolled her eyes, heading for the back when she heard Negan call out to her.

“The first night you let me sleep in your bed with you, I never felt more wanted in my entire life. I was never a hero. In fact, in my life I never felt as good as I did when I saved you that night. I’m not a hero Y/N. We both know that, but never in my life could I ever top that moment. I remember you were laying in my arms and I thought about how much I loved you. How much I wanted to keep you safe. I still remember the way you looked sleeping on my chest that night,” Negan rambled out, drawing her to walk back into the room with him when he approached her. “The day we got Darwin together is one of my absolute favorites. I close my eyes and I can still picture what it was like. His ears were so damn big and he was so fucking small. We would play with him in the backyard and he would trip over his ears. One of my favorites was when we moved in to that home after being in your apartment. I remember carrying you over the threshold thinking about how in that moment, it felt like everything was right in the world. Or the night you told me about being pregnant. I’ve never been happier in my life.”

Negan was getting emotional when he threw his hands up in the air, “Even if it wasn’t special for you, the day that Evie was born. I remember sitting in bed beside you, holding that little girl in my arms and nothing ever topped that feeling again. That happy, fucking through the roof feeling to know that we created something so fucking beautiful. Something so fucking perfect.”

Holding his hands out like he was holding onto a baby, Negan huffed out and shrugged his shoulders, “I’m not much of a romantic Y/N. We both know that. We both know I’m an asshole. We both know I say the dumbest shit. My mouth runs before my brain even considers what it’s doing. But that doesn’t mean I’m not head over heels in love with you. My favorite nights were those times we would just sit on the couch together watching old episodes of the Twilight Zone. So please, if I’m being fucking horny don’t think all I care about is sex because I really fucking love you. And I’m doing my best. I’m just a dick that is trying his best. I have a lot to work on, but I’m trying. And hopefully moving to the farm will help push that along.”

A shuddering breath fell from Y/N’s parted lips when he wiggled his fingers at her, “So why don’t you set that bottle of alcohol down and come here so I can kiss the shit outta you.”

“You have a way with words, don’t you?” she rolled her eyes, setting the bottle of alcohol down on top of the bar. Heading across the small bar, she felt Negan’s arms wrapping around her when he lowered down to capture her lips in an extended, passionate kiss that had her wrapping her arms around his shoulders. When they finally did part, Negan nuzzled his nose in against hers. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know,” he agreed with her, an arrogant smile tugging at his features when he started to pepper faint kisses over her lips. Sliding his hands down in over her bottom had her letting out an uneven breath. “I’m going to guess bar sex is out of the question now?”

“Will it make you happy?” she frowned with him considering her question before nodding. “Then fine. I would do anything to make you happy.”

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You got any Hoppy x Kickin headcannons?

YUP. MANY.

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My biggest headcanon is that Kickin would be always going around, thinking he is the best of the best, the coolest of the coolest, and the most radical of all the smiling critters. But, unlike how he treats everyone with his massive ego, he is CONSTANTLY (and rather pathetically) trying to impress Hoppy. Surprisingly, she is completely oblivious to this, even though this has been going on for years now.

Alternative headcanon: literally Judy Hops and Nick Wild

Kickin would probably either try to impress her with terrible flexing or bad pickup lines. And I'm not talking about corny nor cringe pickup lines, literally PATHETIC pickup lines. Like- he would go: Kickin: "Hey Hops! My friend over there thinks you're pretty!" *points over at an empty bench before rushing over there, laying on it with a small pose.* Kickin: "Sup."

Your honour, same energy, same tastes. Soulmates ya'll.

Would definitely share each other's clothes (if they had any).

Hoppy has always been a bleeding heart, a 'people pleaser' if you will, so whenever she gets a wound after playing in a match, she tries to dismiss it as other's worry just because she feels guilty about worrying others about her. BUT KICKIN? OH NO. THAT BOY WOULD BREAK INTO HER HOUSE THE MOMENT HE HEARD THE SLIGHTEST SOUND FROM A PAPER CUT. The irony is that Hoppy would do the SAME EXACT THING for him

While Hoppy and Kickin are both equally sports and rather competitive, Hoppy prefer ball games while Kickin prefers 'skill sports' as he quotes.

HOPPY GIRLBOSS. KICKIN PATHETIC SKATER/SURFER.

PROVE ME WRONG. HOPPY IS NOT ONLY ENERGETIC BUT STRONG ASF, SHE BETTER BE CARRYING THAT MFER OR I SWEAR TO GOD-

You'll know Bobby wouldn't leave Kickin alone for months if she ever got to find out he liked Hoppy. Oh hell nah, she would do GROUP MEETINGS (except without Hoppy) JUST TO TALK ABOUT THEIR NEXT 'DATE'. She is probably the second reason why he is so in denial about it.

Even though Kickin's is the most obvious, Hoppy would have a crush on him as well. Yet wouldn't straight up notice it and thinks it's just a "regular friend to friend feelings".

They are VERY competitive. But surprisingly, in a very friendly way. They would constantly dare each other to do certain things and cheer each other up whenever they won against each other's teams.

"Who would block a bullet for the other?" BOTH OF THESE DUMB DUMBS.

If they ever got married, their honeymoon would be the fuckin moon.

Hollywood rockstar x athletic astronaut. That or BFFs to lovers

Live laugh love Craftycorn and Bobby literally making fan art and fanfiction of their friends.

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(Gosh- first time I've ever done headcanons. This was surprisingly refreshing. IDK if it would be a good idea to even go on AO3 and write something about these two fellas cause I STILL gotta finish that one chapter of my TADC one)

(Actually- let me know what you guys think!)

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Enamored [44] - Arrangements

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Revenge requires planning.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms.

Word Count: 6300

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You knew that having disputes was normal, even expected within matrimony. Even the most in love couples tended to have fights, you had heard about it multiple times from your married friends.

But the aftermath of the dispute?

That you had not known about, until now.

The haze of sleep slowly slipped off of you, letting you feel the soft touch on your skin. Anthony was dragging his fingertips up and down over your spine while you rested your head on his chest and your eyes fluttered open, a smile curling your lips. You lifted your head to look up at him and he gave you a soft smile, then tilted your chin with a finger so that he could brush his lips against yours.

“Good morning,” he rasped out and you let out a giggle.

“Good morning mon amour,” you said, stealing a kiss from him, then sat up straighter in bed much to his protests but before you could ring the bell, the full water jug by his bedside caught your eye, making you tilt your head.

“I thought I drank the last of that last night.”

“You did. I asked for another one an hour ago.”

“And I did not wake up?”

“You were sleeping very heavily,” Anthony said with a wink and sat up as well, then turned to fill you a glass, your scratch marks over his back making your eyes widen.

Last night was…

You had no way of explaining what had happened to you, where that feral anger had come from. It was as if both of you were possessed by the same fury, and you were quite certain that you had bruises forming where he had held you too tight while he had scratch marks all over his back, deeper than before.

“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry,” you whispered and he turned to you, holding out the glass.

“For what?”

“Your back—did I draw blood?”

A smug smirk appeared on his face and he shrugged his shoulders, making you smack at his arm.

“Anthony!”

“What?”

“Don’t look so—so pleased with yourself!”

“I am very much pleased with myself,” he said with a grin before kissing you. “You have nothing to worry about my love. Are you alright?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I was a bit…” he trailed off and you shook your head fervently.

“No,” you said before he could even finish his sentence and leaned in to peck him on the lips. “I’m more than alright mon amour.”

You took the glass from him and downed the water inside before lowering it again, your eyes falling on the newest issue of Whistledown right beside the jug.

“Lucie brought it with water,” Anthony answered your unasked question. “She thought you might want to read it.”

You pursed your lips. “Have you?”

“Mm hm.”

“How bad is it?”

He grabbed it from the nightstand and held it just out of your reach when you attempted to take it from him, making you laugh.

“Promise me you will not let it bother you.”

Your jaw dropped. “Is it that terrible then?”

“It’s not terrible,” he assured you. “It’s just exaggeration as always.”

You heaved a deep sigh and opened and closed your palm, motioning him to give the paper to you. He tilted his head, then held it out for you between two fingers, letting you pull it out of his grasp and sneaked his arms around your waist to pull you closer to himself while your eyes darted over the lines.

Dear Reader,

It seems that the honeymoon period lasted short with our favorite couple of the season; Viscount and newly Viscountess Bridgerton. Our sweet nymph and the reformed rake seemed like they were on the edge of a fight at the Colby ball from the first time they stepped a foot into the ballroom, a surprise to everyone in the ton who was looking forward to seeing them in public after weeks. Their sour mood is understandable to a point of course, seeing that the Earl of Woodhall, late Duchess Avon’s alleged paramour and Lord Avon’s former best friend is back in London after years, with his own secrets no doubt; the secrets that will surely come into the light.

It baffled all the guests at the ballroom when the newly Viscountess Bridgerton danced with him and their surprise only heightened when Viscount Bridgerton all but dragged her outside after her dance with the Earl. The couple seemed to have a lot to say to each other, and their quarrel at the garden, -though unable to be heard by the guests- was clear as day, leading to Viscountess Bridgerton to excuse herself earlier than expected without so much as a goodbye, a perfect demonstration of French leave.

We may not know the details of their argument but one thing is for sure; Lord and Lady Bridgerton’s turbulent love story that we have been watching since the beginning of the season does not look like it will calm down within matrimony, and we will all be watching closely in the following days to see whether it is just a lover’s quarrel, or something more.

You let out a whine and lowered the paper while he buried his face to the crook of your neck from behind, hugging you tighter.

“Don’t mind her.”

“How could I not?” you asked, holding up the paper to skim it again. “Look at the implications!”

“What implications?”

“That we’ve made…a hasty marriage, that we’re doomed to have fights.”

“I won’t mind fights if they end the way they did last night,” he murmured and you pushed him gently to turn to look at him better.

“It’s not funny.”

He let out a small chuckle. “It’s just some gossip paper,” he assured you. “Who cares what she says?”

You shot him a glare. “Is this your first day in the high society of London?” you asked and fell back to bed, still holding the paper tight. He laid beside you with a sigh, propping his head up on his fist.

“They will talk about it for a day and then move onto the next scandal.”

You heaved a dramatic sigh. “But until then…”

“Until then there is something we must talk of, now that you mentioned implications.”

You pulled your brows together. “What do you mean?”

“What you insinuated last night.”

Your eyes shot up to his before you sat up on the bed, playing with the paper in your hand. “What of it?”

“Y/N.”

You gave him a quizzical look. “Yes?”

He sat up as well, the silk sheets only covering the lower half of his body, making you force yourself not to stare at his muscular chest.

“I was with Elias the whole day,” he said. “Where did you think I was?”

You shrugged your shoulders, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well, you—” you huffed out a breath. “You tell me. Leaving me here alone after a fight to disappear, not telling me where you’re going…What was I supposed to think?”

He heaved a sigh and sneaked his arms around you.

“Come here my beautiful wife,” he said before pulling you to his lap, making you giggle.

“Anthony!”

“You are supposed to think that I would never do that to you,” he told you, his hand cradling your cheek. “I thought you knew that.”

“I do,” you murmured with another sigh, “It’s just…”

He raised his brows but stayed silent while you searched for the right words, looking up at the ceiling before turning your gaze to him again.

“The last time we had an argument like that,” you managed to say. “After that argument, there was the incident at the opera…”

He pulled back slightly to look at you better, a look of regret flitting across his face.

“Y/N—”

“No, please let me say this first,” you stopped him. “I know that will not happen again. Deep down I know, and I promise it’s not that I don’t trust you, but I fear that such a fight might make you lose your love for me and God knows what might happen after that. If anything like that were to take place, it would- it would break my heart terribly.”

He caressed your neck with his thumb and offered you a small smile.

“Darling I need you to listen to me very carefully now, alright?”

You nodded your head.

“There’s not a fight in the world that can make me stop loving you,” he said. “And I swear to you, what happened at the opera? Nothing like that will ever happen again.”

You could feel the burning behind your eyes.

“I will never break your heart again,” he said. “No matter how many arguments or fights we have. Your heart is in good hands my love, I will make sure of that every day for the rest of my life.”

You let out a teary giggle, then nodded your head and took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “About earlier. I shouldn’t have blamed you, nor directed my anger at you. Everyone keeps saying I have my mother’s temper but I don’t…I don’t want us to end up like my mother and my father.”

“We will not.”

You bit inside your cheek. “Promise me we won’t.”

“I promise,” he said with a gentle smile, stroking over your cheekbone before brushing his lips against yours. “That will never happen to us. You will never even hear the word divorce from me.”

You smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him again before he rolled you two over so that he could get on top of you, making you squeal before you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss.

                                               *

Anthony had business outside in the afternoon so as much as he wanted to stay with you at home, he had no choice but attend to it. Even though you considered staying at home to at least get started on the plans of the first ball you would throw as a viscountess, you decided to pay your family home a visit to make sure your father was alright, after that dinner with Frederick.

You gathered up your skirts to climb up the marble stairs, then walked through the doors with Lucie following you until you reached the drawing room.

“Lucie!” Iona shot up from her chair and took a step, then turned to you as if she had just noticed your presence. “Cousin, hello!”

“Hello Iona,” you said and hugged her tight, then smiled at Aunt Lavinia before walking to hug her as well.

“Aunt Lavinia.”

“Y/N my dear, welcome!” she hugged you back before withdrawing to kiss you on the cheek. “What brought this lovely visit on?”

“Y/N, do you need Lucie right now?” Iona asked, impatience laced in her voice and you looked over your shoulder, then shook your head.

“Not at all. You may do as you wish Lucie, I can send for you when it’s time for us to go.”

“My lady,” she curtsied and Iona smiled happily before pulling her out of the room, their giggles echoing through the hall. You turned to Aunt Lavinia.

“Is Cece here? Or Elias?”

“They both spent the night at the Trenlove household.”

You tilted your head. “What?”

“Yeah, they stayed there after last night. Apparently Hugh asked to see them.”

“I know, I told Elias that,” you said. “I did not think they would spend the night there though.”

“I’m sure Cecily’s mother insisted, you know how she gets,” she told you, making you let out a laugh.

“True.”

“So, are you here to see them?”

“Well I was hoping to see father actually,” you said. “How is he?”

“You mean after that snake invited himself into this house?” she asked with a shake of her head. “He’s calm. You know how he is.”

“Let me guess, he refuses to speak of it.”

“He’s more withdrawn since that night,” he said. “Seething in anger, and yet he remains quiet about it as if nothing happened.”

“I’d like to take my chances on making him talk,” you said. “Where is he?”

“In his study,” she asked and rolled her eyes. “Asked not to be disturbed, but that does not apply to us. Go ahead.”

“I will find you after I speak to him then?”

“Mm hm, I will be here.”

You walked out of the room, then went downstairs to approach your father’s study and knocked on the door.

“Lav, I said I’m busy!”

You smiled slightly and cracked open the door to peek your head in. “And I’m very persistent.”

His head whipped up from the papers instantly and he stood up from his seat. “Y/N.”

“Father,” you said and stepped inside, then closed the door behind you and walked to him to kiss him on the cheek. He hugged you tight and smiled back when you pulled back to see him better.

“I wasn’t aware you were coming,” he said and you shrugged your shoulders, taking a seat across from his desk. “Did your aunt put you up to this?”

You raised your brows. “Can I not come and visit without a hidden motive?” you said. “It’s my home too, both you and Elias said so.”

“It is,” he said. “Is your husband here as well?”

“No he had business outside with Simon,” you said and he hummed.

“And how is everything between you?”

You hissed in a breath. “Let me guess,” you said. “You’ve read Whistledown.”

“It’s only fair if I get to question you in return.”

“I haven’t begun to question you,” you pointed out. “Yet.”

He shot you a light hearted glare and grabbed today’s issue of Whistledown from the small coffee table between you to hold it up.

“I have read it,” he said before tossing it on the table again. “So has the rest of the ton I’m guessing.”

You heaved a sigh. “It’s not…” you trailed off. “I know we weren’t supposed to be seen on bad terms in public—”

“You weren’t supposed to be on bad terms to begin with,” he said. “I told him the same thing—”

“Wait, you spoke to him?” you asked, suddenly distracted. “When?”

“Yesterday morning,” he said. “When he came here for Elias. A drink?”

“Sure, I’d like one,” you said and he poured two glasses with port, then handed one to you.

“My dear,” he said. “You may hate to hear it, but what he has done was right. If he didn’t get you out of the dining room that night…”

“I know,” you said. “I’m aware. It was an impulsive reaction.”

He clicked his tongue. “You have your mother’s anger.”

“That’s not an admirable trait.”

“…No,” he admitted after a beat. “No, I suppose it’s not. Either way, any perception of a disagreement between a married couple is just what the ton has an appetite for. You may not care for what they think, neither do I but you cannot give your enemies a weapon to use against you.”

You reached out to take the Whistledown from the table to turn it in your hands.

“The ton is wrong, so is Whistledown. We are in love and happy despite our disagreement back there,” you said. “Now that we have cleared that issue, will you let me question you?”

He sighed and took a sip of his port before raising his glass. “Go ahead.”

“How do you feel?”

“I’m alright,” he said almost too fast and you scoffed.

“Father…”

“I’m not going to go after him with a knife,” he said. “Unlike you. So you have nothing to worry about.”

“I’m not worried about your reaction but your feelings.”

“My feelings are alright dearest,” he said. “It takes more than Frederick to make me lose control of them, and unfortunately it takes more than a dance to discover his weakness.”

You raised your brows before leaning back. “Mother taught me.”

“I know,” he said with a small smile. “That was the reason why she danced with me for the first time, she wanted to see what made me tick.”

You tilted your head. “Did it work?”

“Oh yes,” he said. “She knew more about me than I care to admit by the time the dance was over.”

You let out a small laugh and took a sip of port.

“Well, my dance with that traitor wasn’t in vain,” you said. “I may not have discovered his weaknesses yet, but I know more about him than I did before.”

“Such as?”

“Well he hates you,” you said. “Which we knew already but he also hates me. He thinks I’m the reason why mother didn't seek solace in him after the divorce, because it would make people think the rumors were true. If she didn’t get pregnant with me…”

Your father let out a scoff.

“Right. As if Cassie would ever seek solace in anyone but herself.”

“We know that but he convinced himself otherwise.”

He thought for a moment, drumming his fingertips on the glass.

“It means we’re going to have to be even more careful,” he murmured. “We can’t afford any mistakes here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N, he did all those things to your mother while being convinced that he loved her,” he said. “Do you want to guess what he would do to the person he hates?”

You could feel the goosebumps rising on your arms and he ran a hand over his face.

“And it would be even two birds with one stone, the best way of hurting me is through you. So if he hurt you…” he trailed off. “Perhaps you and Anthony should go back to Aubrey Hall, finish the season earlier.”

You pulled your brows together and shook your head.

“My mother didn’t raise me to cower and hide at the first sight of danger,” you said. “I’m staying here until the end of the season.��

“It’s for your own protection—”

“You seem to misunderstand the situation here,” you insisted. “It’s not protection I seek, it’s revenge.”

He stared at you for a couple of seconds, a bitter smile curling his lips as he shook his head.

“I’ve had some experience with trying to change your mother’s mind, it’d be easier to change the flow of a river,” he muttered. “But you’re not alone in this, do you hear me? Whatever we do, we do it as a family and we will make sure we’re unharmed in this.”

Well, it was obvious that while you were your mother’s daughter, Elias was definitely his father’s son.

“But are you alright?” you asked him. “Truly?”

He pursed his lips and heaved a sigh.

“My father…” he said. “He was an unpleasant man and he was wrong about ninety-nine percent of life, but he did have those moments where he would speak the truth. He used to say that… a wise man prepares his home for the storm before it hits, otherwise he cannot curse at his luck for losing his home because it’s as his fault as it is the storm’s.”

You turned the glass in your hand, keeping your eyes on him.

“Frederick is a traitor and a vile man yes,” he said. “But he didn’t force me to apply the parliament for divorce, did he? That was all my doing.”

The realization dawned on you and you shook your head. “It was Frederick’s fault still.”

“Half his fault,” he said. “Half mine. It was my choice not to listen to your mother, it was my choice to follow Frederick’s advice. Trust me, I’d love to blame him for everything but… it’d be hypocritical. It was my actions that put your mother through hell at the end of the day.”

“She didn’t blame you.”

“She should have,” he croaked out and cleared his throat. “She should have.”

“I told Frederick the same thing yesterday,” you said. “It was your name she was saying when she was sick. She dreamed of you, not him. I don’t think she would have loved you with such a great love if she thought the fault was half yours.”

He stared into space, almost lost in the memories and you reached out to hold his hand to squeeze it gently.

“My mother was very adamant in not giving the past enough power to drown you,” you said. “I’m following that advice, so should you.”

He heaved a sigh and squeezed your hand back, then you sat up straight.

“Now,” you said. “May I interest you in a stroll in the gardens with me and Aunt Lavinia, or do you want me to talk nonstop until you give in and do as I ask anyway?”

                                                           *

You returned home around the afternoon and Anthony arrived at the evening. Apparently Daphne had been feeling quite tired because of her pregnancy and would get nauseous even with a short carriage ride, so even though you invited Simon and her to join you for dinner, Simon had politely turned the invitation down, saying you two should join them for dinner whenever you were free. After dinner, Anthony had to attend to business in his study, going over some papers and had all but pulled you in there with him so that you two could be together.

That was how you found yourself in his arms, both of you on the comfortable sofa, with you resting your back against his chest, a book in your hands. He was fully immersed in the paper he was holding in one hand while the other played with your hair almost absentmindedly, making you feel all warm inside.

It was only when you were halfway through your book that you took a pause and frowned to yourself.

“I should get the baby a wooden horse.”

Anthony’s chest vibrated with his chuckle as he stopped playing with your hair without pulling his eyes off the paper he was reading.

“Still convinced that it’s a boy?”

“I know it’s a boy.”

“I don’t know darling, Elias seems very convinced that it’s a girl.”

“Elias tends to be wrong as a pass time activity,” you said. “What do you think it is?”

“I learned not to bet against you, so probably a boy,” he said. “Your brother very much wants to have a daughter though. Funny, he used to say he wanted his firstborn to be a boy back when we were in Oxford.”

The thought hit you out of nowhere and you shifted a little in his embrace, but he didn’t see your expression change, his attention still in the paper.

Of course.

Every family needed an heir after all. Your brother did need a boy to take over the name and title, and become the head of the family and eventually the duke when the time came. And seeing that Anthony was a Viscount, what was expected of you was quite clear; every lady that married a lord with a title knew that.

An heir and a spare.

That was seen as the minimum ideal within the ton. Two sons at least, one to take over the title, and the other to take his place and guarantee the family line would survive if something happened to the eldest.

Even Anthony’s own family proved that, as many as they were, Anthony was the heir and Benedict was the spare. You were certain that your own parents would try for the spare as well had it not been for the divorce, because just one son meant there was only one person the family line could depend on.

It almost sounded like a business deal, because when you imagined your children with Anthony, the family line or the title was the last thing in your mind. You just wanted to have babies with him—babies you hoped would look like him.

The title and the family line could wait; you would love every single one of them the same, they would all be the most precious things in the world for you, heir or not.

You were sure the ton would disagree with you on that, but what mattered was Anthony’s opinion, not the ton’s. You nibbled on your lip, stealing a look at him.

“And do you?”

“Hm?”

“Do you want your firstborn to be a boy as well then?”

That was enough to make him pull his gaze off of the paper and you cleared your throat, trying to look nonchalant on the issue before you shrugged your shoulders.

“For future…future knowledge I mean.”

A soft smile curled his lips.

“I want whatever you’ll give me my love.”

You could feel a reflection of his smile forming on your own lips as well but before you could say anything, you heard the butler knocking on the door.

“My lord, Lord and Lady Westcliff are here.”

You tilted your head before getting up from the sofa and turning to look at the clock on the wall. It was rather late, and while Cece and Elias were always welcome in your house, it wasn’t like them to drop unannounced at night. Anthony frowned and got up as well, looking almost surprised.

“Did you know they were coming?”

“Not at all,” you said as you both walked to the door to open it, then stepped out to meet them at the foyer. You rushed to them to hug Cece.

“Is everything alright?”

“Uh…sort of,” Cece said, exchanging glances with Elias as you pulled back. You shot him a quizzical look before he pressed a kiss on top of your head.

“Hello Chérie,” he said. “We need to talk, all of us.”

Anthony nodded. “Sure, drawing room?”

Elias pressed his lips together.

“Tell your staff they are finished for the night,” he told him. “No one is to even enter the hallway, we must be alone.”

Your frown deepened but you followed Cecily upstairs to the drawing room and turned to her when you entered the drawing room.

“What is happening?”

“I will explain everything, don’t worry,” she said, walking to sit down on the sofa and Anthony and Elias got in the room as well before Anthony closed the door behind him.

“What is it?”

“It’s about Frederick,” Elias said and your head shot up.

“What about him?”

Cecily took a deep breath and wetted her lips.

“Me and Elias stayed in my family house last night,” she started. “Because Hugh…well, I knew I heard Frederick’s name somewhere, but Hugh was the one who reminded me where. I’ve seen his name on a paper on Hugh’s desk once, and apparently my father knew him, and when Hugh became the head of the family he got access to every document my father kept.”

You blinked a couple of times. “He knew him?” you asked. “How?”

Cecily bit inside her cheek.

“You know how…” she paused. “My family isn’t wealthy, you know that but I’ve never really told you the reason why I barely had any dowry.”

You looked between her and Elias. “I don’t understand.”

“My father lost all our money to Frederick,” Cecily said and Anthony raised his brows.

“How?”

“See I only saw one document but apparently my father kept a book on his wrongdoings, I think he was gathering evidence before he passed,” Cecily said, “Frederick committed fraud, he did that with my father and according to his notes, he did that with some others, making himself richer while making others poorer.”

“Cece, Frederick hasn’t been to London in years.” Anthony said. “Maybe not even the country.”

“That’s where the forgery comes into play,” Elias said. “He is using fake names, even fake lands sometimes.”

You stared at Elias before you sat down on the sofa, trying to wrap your mind around it.

“And both fraud and forgery are capital crimes,” Anthony murmured, making your heart beat faster.

This.

This was how you would get back to him. This was how you could make him pay for everything he had done to your family.

“Do you two have proof?”

“That’s what we’ve been searching for, for the whole day,” Elias said. “Cece’s father’s notebook contained three names, two of them are dead, and one of them isn’t very willing to testify. It’d put his daughter’s dowry and his son’s claim on his lands into question.”

“I don’t understand,” you said, your heart still beating in your ears. “Why didn’t your father report him then?”

“He was a Baron,” Cecily said. “And our title is quite new. It would take some hard proof to be able to even go to the parliament with the intentions of accusing an earl, and Frederick is really good at not leaving any proof to be used against him.”

You swallowed thickly. “Father is a duke, if he accused him it would work.”

“Not without proof, and we don’t have any rather than Cece’s father’s notebook. We need the documents.”

You fell into silence, your thoughts almost too fast in your mind and Cecily sat up straighter.

“I have a plan,” she said after a pause, stealing a look at Elias who shook his head.

“Cece…”

“Elias doesn’t like it, and neither will you two but I think you should hear it nonetheless.”

You nodded fervently. “Tell me.”

“The only way to get a document of his fraud is to make him do it again,” Cecily said. “That way we can have a solid proof, something to go to parliament with.”

“But how will we know if he’s even trying to do it right now?”

“We don’t,” Cecily said. “But we could lure him.”

“I don’t think many people will volunteer to be a victim of a fraud, Cece.” Anthony pointed out and Cecily waved her hands.

“Just listen to me first,” she said. “Considering what we know about Frederick, I think we can create the perfect bait for him, an occasion that will be impossible not to take advantage of.”

“How do you propose we do that?”

Cecily smiled slightly and looked between you and Anthony. “By making history repeat itself.”

Anthony pulled back slightly and you furrowed your brows, trying to catch up with her logic. Elias shifted his weight, as if he wanted to protest but was trying to control himself until Cecily was finished.

“He hates you,” Cecily reminded you. “And your father. Hurting you would be an opportunity he couldn’t say no to, and the best way to hurt you is through Anthony.”

Anthony let out a scoff. “You want me to be frauded by him?”

“Just until we get the document. You won’t even have to sign it, you can just make him sign it and tell him you want to go over it with a clear mind.”

“Cecily, Frederick would never trust Anthony,” you said. “He knows we’re married.”

Cecily clicked her tongue. “Have you read Whistledown today?” she asked. “The whole ton believes you’re having marital issues, and I’m sure Frederick has heard about it. The only two times she saw you two together were him dragging you outside at dinner and you two having a huge argument where the ton could see. Not to mention, he did approach Anthony after you left.”

Your head whipped around. “He did what?”

Anthony shrugged his shoulders. “It was a very short conversation—not even a conversation, a monologue. He was saying how you had a temper like your mother, and how that would be an issue down the road.”

Elias gritted his teeth and you made a face.

“Either way, I don’t think that would be enough for him to approach Anthony on the matter.”

Cecily took a deep breath.

“It could,” she said. “If he believed you were on the verge of a divorce.”

Your breath got caught in your throat and Anthony’s head shot up.

“No,” he said way too fast. “That’s not happening. We’re not even discussing that.”

“Exactly!” Elias motioned at him. “Thank you! I’m trying to—”

“What do you mean?” you cut him off and Anthony scoffed.

“Y/N, we’re not even humoring that.”

“Obviously you wouldn’t get a divorce!” Cecily said. “But we could…let the ton believe that, you know how the rumors spread if they see you on bad terms.”

“And ruin people’s lives,” Elias added. “No. We already grew up in the shadow of a scandal, you know what would happen if the ton even thought it was a possibility? Y/N, they would tear you apart.”

“But it would make Frederick suffer and die.”

Elias threw his hands up in frustration and you turned to Cecily.

“How would that go?”

“Y/N—”

“All Anthony would have to do is to act as if he…regrets this marriage,” she said. “To send you away, with or without divorce, he could easily say he’s looking to purchase a land that doesn’t belong to his family, somewhere new. Frederick would not be able to resist that, think about it. Making your father go through that, making sure you wouldn’t be accepted into the ton ever again, and getting money in return while making all of you suffer. It would be his biggest dream.”

You pressed your hands into your eyes, trying to wrap your mind around the idea. You couldn’t lie, it was the perfect plan. If you and Anthony could do that, Frederick would suffer just like he deserved, just like—

Just like what your mother would have wanted.

You lowered your hands and glanced up at Anthony who knew the look in your eyes way too well.

“You can’t be considering that.”

“You’ve seen how readily the ton accepted me the moment my father called me his daughter,” you said. “They will understand it was an act when it’s over.”

“And until it’s over?” Anthony asked and you pressed your lips together.

“Until then…”

“I’m sorry, I have to get involved,” Elias said. “Y/N until it is over, the ton would torture you, both of you. Whispers and glances everywhere you go, talking behind your back…”

“Elias we owe this,” you insisted, your voice stronger than before now that you had made up your mind. “We owe this to mother, you know it as well as I do. He must pay for his crimes, whatever it takes.”

Elias shook his head.

“Mother would never want you to go through that hell,” he said. “You’re fooling yourself if you believe otherwise.”

A silence fell upon the room and Anthony kept your gaze in his for a moment before he heaved a sigh.

“If we do this…”

“Anthony for God’s sake—”

“If we do this,” Anthony repeated, louder this time. “It’s not going to be history repeating itself. If we’re pretending to be on bad terms, on verge of a divorce even, it will not be seen as your fault.”

You pulled your brows together. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, we must have a reason to be on such bad terms, don’t we?” Anthony said. “Something that would make the ton believe we regret this marriage, that we want it to be over or at least be away from each other for the rest of our lives?”

Cecily nodded her head. “Yes.”

“Great, then it’ll be my fault.”

“Anthony…”

“Y/N I’m serious,” he said. “There won’t even be a whisper against you, not even the slightest question of what they accused your mother with or else this plan is not taking place.”

A small smile warmed your face and Elias groaned.

“Jesus Christ...”

“Everyone called me a rake, didn’t they?” Anthony asked. “Including Whistledown.”

“Because you are,” Elias quipped half-heartedly and Anthony shot him a glare.

“Shut up, I’m reformed.”

“You’re the devil incarnated, that’s what you are. Every time I see you I have the urge to throw holy water at you.”

“Oh what a coincidence, because every time I see you I have the urge to—”

“Gentlemen!” Cecily cut their banter off. “Anthony, you were saying?”

“It will be my fault,” Anthony said. “All of it. The reason why this marriage is going bad. We can pretend that I’m back to my…old habits and it makes both of us miserable to be in this marriage. Like I said, everyone calls me a rake so they would not even question it, they would believe it right away.”

Cecily paused for a moment. “…That makes perfect sense actually.”

“So we’re actually going through with it?” Elias said and shook his head. “I don’t like this at all.”

“We have no other choice and it’s the perfect plan.”

“But for it to work,” Cecily said. “First of all no one but us must know. Not the friends, not family…”

“Except for your father,” Anthony nodded at you and Cecily raised her brows.

“I think only the people who need to know should know about this.”

“Yeah Cece, he needs to know because I need to stay alive for this plan to work.”

You suppressed a laugh. “He’s not that bad.”

“No, Anthony makes a good point for once,” Elias said, making Anthony roll his eyes. “If father thought he was trying to send you away or getting a divorce for that matter… Yeah I think we should let him know.”

“Alright but no one else,” Cecily said. “And especially staff. You’re going to have to pretend to fight in front of them, because that’s where most of the gossip starts. And in public, you’re going to have to be very believable. You’re going to have to act like you’re extremely unhappy to be with each other, and everyone must think you hate each other.”

You and Anthony exchanged glances and you took a deep breath, then clicked your tongue.

“Very well then,” you muttered. “Let’s pretend to hate each other.”

Chapter 45

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I’ve never done a request before 🧍🏻‍♀️

So, Jimin smut where him and the reader are just saur in love and it’s just fluff and smut 😩 😩 or maybe it’s like where they finally get married and they’re on their honeymoon because I’ve been feeling v/ shit lately and I need smut and fluff??? ILY btw.

Versace On The Floor

synopsis; in which you and Jimin just got married and it’s the first night as husband and wife.

pairing; husband!jimin x wife!reader

genre; fluff, smut, marriage au

warnings; sex (obviously), these two are just disgustingly in love tbh

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 2,743

a/n; for not having ever sent in a request before, I am honored to be your first! with that being said, I hope it’s everything you wanted and more. please excuse the typos as it is not edited cause it’s 2:43am and I am sleepy. thank you so much for the request, dear anon! ~

You may have promised not to cry–

But he didn’t.

Truly, what did you expect to happen when he watched you walk down the aisle in your vintage, custom made, Versace wedding dress for the first time?

He didn’t even try to hide the tears that fell down his cheeks freely, why should he?

He’s waited years for this moment, to marry you, the love of his life.

And damn it all, he would cry if he wanted too!

The bouquet you were holding gets handed over to your maid of honor who gives you an encouraging nod as they step back in line with the rest of the bridesmaids. Jimin holds out his hand for you take, and with a shaky exhale, you do.

Standing face to face with him, it takes everything you have not to follow behind him in the tears department, the creases of your eyes beginning to pool with water the more you rake your eyes over his handsome face.

Despite the tears that are still falling, he manages to give you his best smile as he squeezes your hands gently with his. A silent way of him saying he loves you.

You squeeze his hands back.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The squeak that slips past your lips gets silenced by the chaste kiss he gives you as he steps through the threshold of your honeymoon suite, holding you the cliche bridal style.

It was one of those silly traditions you always heard a bride and groom would do the night of their wedding, and thus you made sure to request the same thing of your loving husband.

He could never say no to you. And he would be lying if he said that he secretly didn’t have the idea already implanted in his mind from the moment he got on his knee in front of you and you said ‘yes’.

He trips over the edge of the thick carpet that lays along the foot of the bed, thankfully being close enough for both of you to safely (and semi softly) land on it together. Now laying side by side, chests heaving from the adrenaline rush you just experienced with the unplanned fall, you both take the chance to survey one another.

A lone fingertip, which, if it weren’t for watching him do it, you wouldn’t believe was actually touching you with how feathery it felt caressing your cheek. As he continues his ministrations, it causes your eyelids to begin to flutter shut.

A light tap against your cheek has them flying back open, you narrow your eyes at his playfully. He’s already wearing a cheeky grin, now propped up on his elbow on the bed as he stares over at you. You mimic his position.

“Can’t have you falling asleep, dear wife. The night is still young.”

You push yourself off the bed, standing once again at the foot of it with your back to him. Glancing over your shoulder, you can see his eyes taking in your figure, his eyebrow lifts.

“Leaving so soon?”

“On the contrary, dear husband, I need your help.”

“I’m listening.” He sits up at the edge of the bed, awaiting to hear what you need, though judging by your current position he already has an idea. Still, he waits for you to ask.

You slide off the shoulders of your Versace gown, eyes never leaving his, slowly slipping your arms through the fabric with ease. You made sure the design was simple, planning ahead to this exact moment in time. However, with that same thought in mind, you wanted to make Jimin work.

“It’s these buttons, honey, care to help?”

Your red painted lips are pouty, voice sultry.

He could never say no to you, remember? Shimmying off his overcoat, he tosses it over a chair on his way to you, shoving the sleeves of his shirt up to the bridge of his elbows as soon as he got the cuffs undone. Just like with your cheek, you barely feel when he finally reaches up to unbutton the first one, your body tensing at the sudden touch.

A shaky exhale passes your lips, one he hears, and smirks at. Though, you’re not able to see with your back towards him. He steps closer to you, so close you can feel the warmth permeate from his body and soon you also feel the warmth of his breath tickle the shell of your ear as he whispers, taunting you.

“Did I scare you, baby?”

You let out a soft giggle in reply, arching your back enough to place your ass firmly back against his crotch. You smirk inwardly when you feel the outline of his bulge beneath his dress pants.

Your plan was working perfectly.

He hisses underneath his breath, and once again, you feel his breath. This time, it was on your neck. He had to pull away from you to both undo the last button and make sure he didn’t lose control right then and there and ravish you.

Patience, he thought, all in due time.

He wanted to be sure that this night went off without a hitch, everything had to be perfect.

He had to be perfect.

You deserved nothing less.

“Baby?”

He snaps out of his inner dialogue to see you staring at him with your brows cutely pinched together, one hand is on his cheek and the other on his racing heart.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” He blurts out, wide eyed.

“Jimin–,”

His hands are cradling your neck and his lips silence your worried tone. He couldn’t let this night be ruined by his need for things to be perfect, he needed a release, he needed to calm down, he needed you.

Feeling the urgency in his kiss, you reciprocate it full force. You pull away from the kiss long enough to utter two words.

“Dress. Off.”

He makes quick work of helping you slide the dress down and step out of it. It’s nothing but a thick pool of fabric on the hotel room floor, long forgotten. Your hands find purpose of their own with helping him unbutton his dress shirt, cursing when you get frustrated on the last button cause it won’t pop open. He lets out a breathy chuckle at your actions and he’s about to help you until you do the unthinkable.

You rip his shirt wide open.

His eyes are comical, mouth agape, though you pay no mind. Your sole focus being held on his last piece of clothing that’s keeping you from a night of pure ecstasy. Once his pants are off, he leads you back towards the bed where he has you sit down on the edge.

Within moments, he’s kneeling in front of you, hands pushing your thighs open so he could slot himself between them, his face now perfect height with your breasts. He kisses the valley between them, peppering light kisses on the skin he can access while his hands slide their way up your thighs and around your back to unclasp your breast’s lacey (and sexy) prison.

You let out a big sigh of relief at the restraint being gone, feeling like you can breathe more properly without the blasted thing.

“Oh, thank god.”

You moan out loudly, he just chuckles fondly, one hand coming up to caress the underside of your left boob, while his hot breath blows on your right nipple. The action causes goosebumps to immediately sprout along your body, and you shiver, nipples instantly hardening.

He takes the newly hardened bud in his mouth, suckling on it like a newborn child would. You head rolls back against your shoulders, hands supporting your full body weight as you lean back on the bed on your palms.

His other hand begins tweaking the nipple gently, and you sigh softly. When he shifts his mouth onto the other nipple, he greedily grinds his crotch against the side of the bed to get some kind of friction. He grunts over your nipple, accidentally biting it from his own personal moment of pleasure.

You let out a gasp at the unsuspecting nip, and he’s immediately looking up at you with a guilty expression, eyes full of worry.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to–,”

“Do it again, please.”

Though you give him permission this time around, he doesn’t want to actually hurt you as bad as he just did. Moreso, he just rakes the tip of his teeth over your nipples, and judging by your quiet moans, he knows it still has the same effect. He high fives himself inwardly.

Lost in your little world, you don’t notice the sneaky hand that begins to slither it’s way off your boob and down your stomach, straight towards your warm, and increasingly more wet, center. It’s not until you feel a cold digit slide it’s way underneath your matching lace panties and through your puffy folds do you twitch in shock, gasping lowly.

It takes everything in your power to hold yourself up, especially when the single digit becomes two. Your soft pants start to grow louder, and the way your constricting around his fingers lets him know that you’re close. With the newfound nipple biting kink in mind, he administers the same amount of pressure against your unsuspecting nipple a second time.

“Fuck.” You grind out loudly between clenched teeth, arms finally giving out from the force of your orgasm as your body lightly shakes. Jimin is quick to follow your now laying body, scattering sloppy and wet kisses anywhere he could reach as you slowly came down from your first high of the night. He slides his hand back out to then place the two digits into his mouth. Through half lidded eyes, and a heaving chest, you watch the lewd act, it only fueling your hunger towards your husband.

When he notices you staring, he lowers his hand to let you have a taste of your own essence, that of which you readily wrap your mouth around and suck on as if it were something else (wink wink).

His eyes darken as he watches you, the now very prominent erection he has is prodding the inside of your thigh, twitching dangerously close to your dripping, aching, center.

And that moment would come, soon.

But for now, you needed to repay the favor.

Gaining a second wind, you place your palms against his bare chest and push. He lands with a soft “oof” below your now raised form. Your now bare center hovers over his still clothed cock, you sliding the material off before he even hit the bed. All it takes is one slow grind against his girth and his boxers are damp, both from his precum and yours.

One perfectly manicured hand finds the waistband of his boxers and lifts it up high, only to let it go, a sharp ‘SNAP’ resounding throughout the room accompanied by a hiss from the male underneath you. The twitch of his length lets you know he enjoyed it, so, you do it again. Once, twice, three times. Each time he grinds his teeth, not once taking his eyes off of you.

With one last hard grind against his clothed cock, you decide to lift yourself up enough to free him from his own cloth prison. His erections stands prominently, and you kick your lips in anticipation. Lowering yourself down to his crotch, you gently grab the base of his shaft. Your small hand barely covers the girth, but what you can’t reach, you make sure to use your skilled tongue instead. His head instantly drops to the bed and he groans in relief.

Your mouth takes as much of him in as you can, though it’s not much. During your lewd act you make a silent promise to yourself to work on your gag reflex in order to take more of him in in the future. But for now, he’s beyond satisfied with what you can do. The other hand that’s not stroking his shaft is fondling his balls, his thighs clenching when you do so.

“Shit. Baby, you’re so fucking good.”

You hum in acknowledgement, the subtle vibrations doing wonders to his already sensitive member. He begins lightly thrusting into your mouth, triggering your gag reflex as he begins to hit the back of your throat. You try your best to stay latched around him, but when you feel the urge to throw up is when you finally pull away to gasp for breath.

His head lifts to apologize, cause that’s just now he is, even during hot sex. No words make it out, not when your mouth finds his balls and sucks a whole one into your warm, wet, cavern with ease. Now that? You can do.

“Fuck—yes. I’m so close. I’m so–,” he whines cutely, body becoming tight and taught. You know he’s about to cum, so you put yourself into his favorite position. Boobs pressed together and mouth wide open, you wait. Not even a second later does the first rope of cum shoot out and land on your tongue. Even though you want to swallow it, you know more is coming, so again, you wait. And you’re not disappointed.

After his heart rate comes back down, does he finally prop himself up on his elbows to look at you. You’re a sight of pure, unadulterated, sin.

He can’t believe that you’re all his.

Not giving s fuck whatsoever that you have his cum all over you, he’s pushing himself up the rest of the way to press his lips against yours, tongues joining in a battle you always lose, but you don’t care. He can taste himself, and compared to your essence, his is flavorless.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you take the initiative and during the sloppy kiss you direct his still hardened shaft directly into your awaiting hole. He moans loudly into your mouth, feeling your tight, velvety walls around him constricting already. With one hand behind him on the bed in order to keep his upper body propped up, he uses his other hand to place his thumb over your swollen bud, rubbing figure eights over it with ease.

The assault on your throbbing clit has your ass bouncing readily on his cock, and he does his best to thrust up in time with you to make sure you feel him deep inside of your cavernous walls. You do, and fuck, is it glorious.

It’s when his hips begin really snapping into yours, his heels digging into the mattress in order to get the perfect fucking angle, do you become an incoherent and blubbering mess above him. The kiss is long forgotten, but your chanting his name like a mantra over his parted lips and pleading with your eyes to–

‘please, please, please let me cum’.

“Is my baby going to cum? No, is my wife going to come? Come on, honey–,” he thrusts sharply one more time into you.

“Cum.”

And you come undone with a watery wail, nails digging into his shoulders as your body wracks with the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. It’s not long before his own body becomes rigid, his hands securing themselves around your still quivering form in a vice as if he’s scared he’s going to lose you.

You both eventually collapse back onto the bed, sideways, in the same position you both found yourselves in when you first came into the room. It only takes a few mere seconds of staring into each others eyes before you both burst out laughing hysterically at nothing.

When the giggles die down, and silence once again takes over, you look at each other again, but this time you both have smiles on your face, both full of love and content in one another.

If this is the kind of life you get to live for the rest of your days, if he’s the one person you ever get to love, you could die truly happy.

His hand once again reaches up to caress your cheek, and you place your hand over his to hold it there, rubbing your thumb gently along his knuckles.

His voice is soft, loving, sincere, and true.

“I love you, Mrs. Park.”

Diminishing the small gap between you two, when your mouth is hovering against his do you speak your own truth.

“I love you, more, Mr. Park.”

[siempre-bucky]

Can you please do the, “go to a bar and have new identities” prompt for hangman!? Much love darling ❤️

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Wife!Reader

summary: Jake told you he wanted to start the honeymoon off with a bang. You certainly weren't expecting a man coming up to you in a bar on the outskirts of Austin wearing a suede cowboy hat to show up.

warnings: alludes to smut

wc: 820

a/n: oh my love i'm obsessed! thank you so so much for requesting and I hope you like it. I had too much fun writing this!

You looked down at your delicate gold watch, the shining hands ticked on as you sat at the dark colored bar. Jake didn’t tell you much about this evening, his neat handwriting on the hotel's stationery simply telling you to wear that white sundress you packed and the address to the bar on the outskirts of Austin. Song after song played on the old jukebox, and with each passing song, the old stout bartender asked you if you wanted another bottle. 

Politely declining, you turned around and looked for your new husband. The bar looked bust for being so far away from the city and Jake’s family ranch, it was mostly an older crowd with a few younger patrons stopping by before continuing on their journeys. It was cute, you wondered if Jake and his friends spent some time here. He must’ve been fond of it, one of those pictures that lined the wood walls had to be of him. With a heavy sigh, you returned your attention to the bar and lifted the amber bottle of beer to your lips. 

“Excuse me, miss,” you instantly recognized the smooth voice coming from behind you. You smirked as you heard his accent, it always became thicker when he visited home. 

You turned and let your eyes flicker upward. Fuck, you thought as your legs clamped closed. Jake Seresin in all his Texan glory stood in front of you, his tall frame towering and creating a shadow over you. He wore a pale red plaid button-up, rolled up to his elbows, and dark blue jeans that made his thighs look rideable. Heat rose to your face as you saw the tan suede cowboy hat, covering his short blond hair. “Ja-” 

He cut you off with a wink, “What’s a pretty lady like yourself doin’ in a rundown bar like this?” he asked, cocking his head to the side and flipping the toothpick hanging between his lips. Jake wanted you to play along. You remembered him mentioning starting off the honeymoon with a bang—guess this was it. 

You smirked and shifted in your seat, pointing your beer bottle at the empty seat beside you. Jake took it, smoothly letting his legs spread to make way for that obnoxious glimmering belt buckle with his initials.  Your eyes flickered to his lap, then back up to the meadow green eyes you fell in love with. “Fella did me wrong,” you sighed deeply before taking another sip, “was supposed to be on my honeymoon but he never showed.” 

Jake took his toothpick out and placed it on the bar, discarding it before leaning casually in order to get close to you. “Real shame, darlin’, he doesn’t know what he’s missin’,” Jake hummed, hailing over the bartender.  God he was charming, he flashed those pearly white teeth and you were a goner. 

“You got a lady at home, cowboy?” you asked. 

He shook his head, feigning sadness as he dipped his head low. “Married to the Navy I’m afraid.” 

You slid a little closer, resting your chin in the palm of your hand, “Real shame,” you mimicked his words from earlier, shaking your head in disapproval, “If we weren’t in committed relationships I’d let you take me home.” You raised a single brow, your eyes staring into his. You watched as the pupils in his eyes grew wider with lust. 

There was a small pause as you stared each other down. Then he broke out into a cocky smile, sitting up straight, his strong hands running down his clothed thighs. 

“Shouldn't you be with your husband?” he asked, his tone low and husky. 

You leaned in a little closer, his cologne and booze mixing perfectly with the proximity. “Shouldn’t you be on a boat somewhere, cowboy?” you quipped.

Jake lifted his hand and curled his finger, placing it under your chin and lifting your face to his level. “My trucks right outside,” he offered. You grinned and he hurried off the stool, holding his hand out for you, the beautiful gold band on his ring finger shining in the golden light of the bar. You took it gladly, letting his fingers curl around your palm before leading you outside. 

— 

“You had this all planned out,” you panted as you fell on his bare chest, one of your shaky hands wrapping around his warm neck. The pilot nodded and wrapped his arms around you, looking happily at the different-sized handprints on the foggy windows. You placed your head on his chest, hearing his rapid heart beat begin to calm, his breaths becoming deeper. 

“Told you I wanted to start our honeymoon off with a bang,” he chuckled as he shifted, the handle of the back driver door digging into his spine. You let out a breathless chuckle and ran your hand up from his neck and let your fingers get tangled in his blond hair; his beloved hat sat nicely and safely in the front seat. 

“We gotta do that again, Seresin,” you hummed, placing kisses along his collarbone. 

He chuckled and let his nails trail up your exposed back. “We will, sweetheart,” he promised, “but now I’d like to go back inside and dance with my wife.”  

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𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 // 𝙠𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙞

Pairing: keigo takami x f!reader

Words: 2.450

Summary: being married young was never in either of your plans, more or less being married to a hero and a quirkless human. still, it made an interesting switch to your lives, one you might not regret.

Warning(s): angst, fluff,

A/n: this is a mini series that i have in mind, i hope you like it and any feedback is appreciated thank you! Also taglist is available to anyone who would like to be updated.

Links: donate to the author, masterlist (coming soon), current series list

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Your eyes felt heavy and swollen. A headache began to appear as you slowly opened your eyes, squinting seeing the light coming in through a slit between the curtains.

A warm presence could be felt next to you, looking to your right you saw it was Keigo. The events of yesterday came rushing back to you.

"Did we?..." gently you lifted the blanket off of your body and let out a relieved sigh that you were both fully clothed. Still it wasn't much comfort knowing you two were in bed together.

It was difficult to even be upset when you saw that calm look on his face, his body relaxed in a deep sleep. His arm still wrapped tightly around your waist as his wings stretched out to the edge of the bed on each side.

Keigo looked so peaceful.

A sudden urge ran through you to run your fingers through his long locks of hair. They looked so soft to the touch. You wondered how it would feel to hold his face in your hands. Would his golden-brown eyes shine brighter if you took a closer look at them?

Lightly ran your hand up his arm, feeling his skin was still warm despite your absence. You saw the ends of his lips slightly move upwards as he felt your touch.

The sound of a phone vibrating brought you back to reality, quickly you looked at the night stand to see it was your phone.

Carefully you got off the bed and slipped on your sweater before grabbing your phone to answer the call outside of your room.

A sigh escaped from your lips feeling a bit upset that the moment was interrupted.

"Hello?" You answer, questioning who the person was since you didn't look at the caller ID.

"Hey, sorry to call you so early in the morning (name) and on your honeymoon vacation."

"It's alright, Mio." You assured her, "I kinda was already awake to begin with. Did you need something?"

"Actually the principal asked me if you were able to ask about the heroes showing up."

"The heroes?" you asked walking into the living room. "I thought that idea had been off the table."

"Apparently she thought it over and said it would be a good idea to help the kids feel better." She explained closing the folder she was organizing.

"I see..." you mumbled. "I―I haven't actually... something came up last night and I didn't have any head to think about the sports festival."

"What happened?" Mio asked worried, "Did you two fight?..."

"No no... it wasn't me and him more like..." you sighed not knowing how to explain the situation without giving it away. "Me and my sister..."

"Himiko is back in the country?" She leaned back in her chair, surprised. "I thought she was still on the other side of the world."

"She dropped by as a surprise because she heard about my marriage."

"No way, did she seriously freak out about it?"

"Yeah..."

"I mean I know you married so fast but even so," Mio sighed. "She really crossed the line with you (name)."

"It is who she is." Running your fingers through your hair, "Himiko hasn't changed and at this point I don't have much faith that she will in the end."

"You know what will help you feel better?" You can tell her smile widened knowing her she already had an idea in mind.

A small chuckle escaped from your lips, "And what would that be?"

"A girl's day!" She exclaimed, "It is an early day today so school will be ending at 11:45. I can go and pick you up, walk around all your favorite shops and stop by to get ice cream from your favorite place."

"(favorite ice cream store) does have amazing flavors and it is near my favorite stores."

"What do you say?" Mio smiled widely, "You can't say no."

"Okay." You decided to give in, "I'll let my husband know about it and I'll see you soon."

"Yay! I swear you won't regret it."

Keigo extended his arm forward feeling an empty spot and nothing but sheets. He opened one eye to see you nowhere in sight, a sigh escaped from his lips.

Fully opening his eyes, he sat up from his comfortable spot and extended his wings, stretching them out. His lips parted to call out your name when he heard your voice coming from the living room.

"(favorite ice cream store) does have amazing flavors and it is near my favorite stores."

Is she going somewhere?

Getting up from the bed, he walked closer to the door and stood quietly listening to your conversation.

"Okay... I'll let my husband know about it and I'll see you soon."

Is she going out again with that guy friend of hers?

As the call ended he approached you, a sleepy smile adorned his face.

"Is everything okay?" He asked as you turned around to see Keigo with a messy bed hair.

"Yeah, good morning." You chuckled, "Sorry did I wake you up?"

"Not at all, I saw you weren't in bed anymore and decided to get up as well."

"I got a call from a colleague and friend of mine." You explained. "Do you remember that I told you about Mio?"

"Oh yeah!"

"She invited me to go out and shop with her for a bit once school was over."

"And you're going?" He asked trying to stifle a yawn.

"Yeah, at least for a little while. I told her about Himiko visiting and she offered to take me out to distract me for a bit."

Keigo looked away, knowing he wasn't able to take you out to your favorite places like he wanted to. It sucked that other people were helping you feel better than your own husband.

"Everything alright?..." You stepped closer to him, seeing he had gotten quiet.

"Yeah..." he slightly smiled, "What time will you be going?"

"Around 12? School ends today at 11:45. I'll be meeting her at the crosswalk from here."

"I'm sorry I can't accompany you." He said extending his hand out and gently brushing his fingers against your own, mang you blush.

"D―don't worry about it. Do you have any work today?"

"Yeah I have to leave in awhile back to the agency to check up on some things." Keigo groaned throwing his head back. "But I do not really want to go... I rather stay here."

Titing your head to the side you smiled, "I'm sorry to hear that. Why don't you try and finish everything you have to do so you can come back home early?"

"Believe me every time I do something always comes up."

"Hey, that's what happens when you're the number two hero right?" You looked up at him. "There's a reason why you are one of the best heroes in all of Japan and the world."

"You really think I'm the best?..."

"I've seen how hard you've worked and how much you care about everyone you have saved." You lifted your hand and moved a few of his lose hair locks back gently. "I think you are one of the best if not the best heroes this generation has seen."

His chest started to tighten, his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage. He couldn't take his eyes off of your (eye color) beautiful eyes. A warmth he felt when he was next to you or near you, but especially like this. Someone who he once never thought that one day would start to become important to him.

"Gees..." He mumbled moving his wings inward, feeling embarrassed. "You know how to make someone feel special."

"Sorry, did I over do it?"

"Not at all."

You're actually the first to make me feel a certain way.

At least that's what he wanted to say.

"Will you be at your agency the whole day?" You asked grabbing your bag from the closet.

"I'm not sure, I hope I won't be home too late today like yesterday." Keigo answered as he sat on the edge of your bed, dangling his legs back and forth.

You bit your lip looking down at your hands, feeling guilty about leaving him alone knowing he was injured."I wished you'd stay home and heal those injuries instead..."

"My injuries aren't much of a bother." He added joking, "Plus how will my fans feel if I'm not around the city? They'd be devasted not to see the number two hero patrolling the streets."

"I'm sure your fans would understand." You turned around to gave him, worry etched on your face. "With those injuries you should be taking medication for the swelling of the bruises."

"The doctor said they'd go away slowly but surely, I didn't have any broken bone or damaged any part of my body."

"Are you saying that cause they told you?" Crossing your arms in front of your chest you raised an eyebrow looking at him. "Or because that's what you decided to come up with?"

Keigo looked away, laughing nervously. "The doctor of course... why would I be lying?"

"Either if you were or not I'd have no way to prove it." You sighed, "Just make sure you're careful okay? You are still healing your body after all. Don't take on any powerful bad guys by yourself."

A smile formed on the corner of his lips, "I promise (name). I won't go running around chasing bad guys without another heroes help."

"Good."

Your phone then vibrated indicating you had gotten a message from Mio.

"Oh, she's here. I should get going." you said walking to the door to exit with Keigo on your tail.

"I'll accompany you to the elevator."

You nodded, waiting for him to walk side by side to the two large doors that separated your world from the reality of outside.

"Can you... um let me know when you get there?" He asked not knowing if he was over stepping his boundaries. "I―I mean of you want you, of course. I just want to know that you're safe."

You nodded not seeing any problem with his request. "I'll let you know when I've arrived at the little shopping center. Can you do the same for me as well? Let me know when you've arrived and when you're about to come back home?"

Rubbing the back of his head he gave you a toothy smile. "Of course, I'll make sure to remember."

"Deal."

As you arrived at the elevator, Keigo made sure to press the button for you. You turned to look at him at the same time he did.

"Be careful alright? But don't forget to have fun too." He stepped closer placing his hand on your arm, "I want you to enjoy yourself as well."

You knew what he was refereeing to and it meant the world that he cared a lot about your mental well being. "I'll do my best to enjoy myself."

"I know you will."

The doors opened, you bit your lip not knowing how to tell him goodbye. Do you hug him quickly? Give him a small wave? Or a small kiss on his cheek?

Not thinking about it, you leaned in and went with the option that seemed most appropriately in your opinion since you are technically married after all.

You placed a small gentle kiss on his cheek, making the tips of his ears to turn red.

"I'll see you later, tonight?"

"Y―yeah." He was trying his best to act cool about the whole thing but inside he was freaking out. "Have fun." He said, giving you a small wave and a smile as you headed into the elevator.

As soon as the doors were fully closed he clutched his chest tightly. His heart was beating so fast it felt like he was having a heart attack. It wouldn't stop, the kiss on his cheek was still visibly present.

He couldn't help and touch his cheek gently, not trying to fully erase the kiss with his finger tips.

"Is this even right?" Keigo mumbled to himself. "I shouldn't..." he sighed feeling conflicted about all these new emotions he never dealt with in his whole life. "But― what if it becomes something good?"

But what if it ruins the friendship you're just starting to grow?

That thought alone made his mind run with a million of possibilities. He just made someone else part of his life, he didn't want to end up pushing you away, not now.

Not when he just found another ray of hope in his life.

"(name)?" Mio asked waving her hand in front of you.

"Huh?" You shook your head looking over at her with a confused look. "Sorry... did you say something?"

"What is up with you today?" She questioned looking through a rack of graphic t―shirts. "It's like as soon as I stop talking you space out."

Were you spacing out a lot? You wondered. Your body was fully present at the moment but your mind suddenly kept going back to the way Keigo's eyes looked when you kissed his cheek.

They were wide, full of surprise. His golden brown orbs looked as if they were shinning brighter than they usually were when the light bounced off of them. Or was it your imagination?

No, you shook your head. That wasn't what was going on. Still you kept touch your lips, as you tried to picture his soft skin again. The way it felt when they connected against his cheek.

"I think we should get you this outfit." Mio said grabbing your attention to what appeared to be a yellow sundress that was mid length.

"Why? It would look good with those heels you wore to the party last time."

She shrugged holding it up against your body, "It looks more like your style than mine."

"I don't think―"

"Plus," she wobbled her eyebrows at you. "I'm sure your husband would adore you looking this cute in the dress."

The thought of Keigo seeing you in that dress brought a rush of heat to your cheeks.

"Ooo so you're thinking about it as well huh?!"

"What?― no... not at all!" You stuttered, "I―I was just thinking about something else― wait not what you're thinking about either!"

Mio smirked placing the dress in your arms, "You're wearing it and then you're going to tell me about his reaction."

"Mio." You whined, "I have plenty of dresses at home."

"Not like these, you need to be more confident about yourself." She said, "And with these I can tell you're going to be able to."

You gave in, "Okay... I'll buy the dress."

An incoming text then came in, catching your friends attention.

She raised an eyebrow at you, "Who's that?"

Unlocking your phone you saw it was a message from Keigo. A smile started to form without you knowing as you read the message in your head.

K 🪶 | 12:37 PM

Hey, just wanted to keep my promise and let you know I'm barely on my way to the agency. Hope you're having fun with Mio!

"So?"

You lifted your head to look at her, "What?" Quickly you responded back to him and put your phone away.

"What did your hubby say?"

"M―my hubby?" You furrowed your eyebrows at her, confused. "That's a thing?*

She nodded her head with crossed arms, "Well, duh!"

"Oh um he was just letting me know that he's on his way to work. He went in late." You then started to look at the rack of clothes behind you.

"He decided to do that by himself?"

"He told me to let him know when I had arrived at the shopping center and I asked him to do the same, just to make sure he was already heading to his work place."

"Ugh I'm jealous," she said looking at the rack with you. "I don't even know who the lucky guy is and I can already tell he's doing well by how much he cares about you."

You paused, turning to look at her. "You think so?"

"Of course, you should have known that by now. I mean or else why would you have married him?"

Her questioned lingered in your mind, Keigo was a kind man. In all aspects he was putting effort in getting to know you than any other guy you have ever met. He was patient, respectful, warm hearted and brave. After all he had been put through from his early childhood up until now was mind blowing, in the sense that his heart hasn't turned cold like others would have by now.

"This is cute." Mio held up a white sundress with beautiful detailed patterns of blue flowers and ruffled sleeves. "Should I buy this one?"

"It is pretty, it would look good with those white ankle strap flats you have with the small heel," you suggested. "The last ones you wore for the parent teacher conference."

"Oh right," she dreamily spoke, smiling with a far away gaze. "I remember that day, it was really nice." Mio then looked at you, "Who knows one day it'll be you two love birds going to your own kids teacher parent conferences too."

You suddenly began to cough, choking on your spit.

"(name)!" she exclaimed, patting your back trying to stop you from coughing. "Do you need water?"

Shaking your head, you kept coughing trying to get out the stubborn feeling in your throat.

"Don't die on me!"

After awhile you managed to slowly calm down your cough. "Oh my god..." you spoke with a hoarse voice.

"Gees, if I knew you were going to get all like this I wouldn't have saod anything."

If I had read your mind I would have been able to save myself.

"I―I'm okay."

A knock at his office door, brought him out of his thoughts.

"Come on in." He said leaning back into his chair.

"Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Hawks." His assistant said. "I got a phone call from a nearby elementary school saying they are holding a sports festival for their students and would like to know if you could attend."

"A sports festival?" Keigo asked, "What is the school's name?"

"I investigated it and it is a local elementary school about five blocks away." They walked over to him and placed the tablet on his desk with the school's information.

His eyes widened upon realizing that it was the same school where you were currently working at.

"This is a non quirk school am I correct?"

They nodded, "After the events that took place the principle said her students have been nervous and thought that seeing a hero might get their spirits up. The sports festival is held every year for them."

"I see..." he mumbled looking through the photos provided by the school's website. His finger swiped through each one not wasting more than three or four seconds, smiling as he saw the kids.

"They notified me that the event would take place two weeks from today."

Keigo nodded, only half listening if he was being honest. He was trying to find a picture of you and luckily there was one. The smile getting bigger as his eyes landed on your breathtaking smile. You were standing in the middle to what seemed a big class. Your arms stretched around the few kids that were in your arms.

No matter how many of you were sandwiched next to each other, you still tried holding onto each one of them. His finger lightly traced around your face trying to be careful to not press on the image too hard.

"Sir?"

"Hmm?" He said not lifting his head up from the tablet in front of him.

"Should I let her know that you'll be going?"

"Ohh right." Clearing his throat he looked up at them, "Y―yes please let them know that I will be attending. As well as bringing a guest to the school."

They nodded extending their hand as a sign to get their electronic device back. Keigo exited from the photo and handed it over back to them.

"I'll make sure to mark it as a reminder then."

As their assistant left his mind went back your smile, every detailed still vividly present. A smile that reached those eyes he's come to like seeing each day.

Grabbing the phone from his desk, he dialed a number and stood up.

"Come on..." He spoke hearing it ring so many times.

"Hello?"

"Hi, I'd like to speak with Endeavor."

"Oh, Hawks." They said, "Endeavor had to take care of an emergency. Did you need something?"

Keigo recognized that voice, "Shoto! I didn't know you were working at his agency again."

"For the time being, Mr. Aizawa said I still needed more experience from him."

"I see, well in that case can you let him know that you and him are invited to an event here in Kyushu?"

"An event?" Shoto asked. "What's the event for?"

"An elementary school is holding their sports festival," he explained. "The principle asked me if I'd be able to go down there and talk to some of the kids. They're quirkless but they wanted to inspire them in a way to help them grow and not lose their confidence."

"Is it possible if I take some of my classmates as well?"

"Not all, the more the merrier. Plus you kids have gotten quite popular with the public too. I'm sure they'll be happy to have more heroes at their event."

"I'll make sure to let them know." Shoto took out a piece of paper and grabbed a pen, "Where will it be and when?"

"It'll be two weeks from today, at the local Kyushu elementary school that's four blocks away from my agency."

"Got it, I'll let them know."

He bit his lip, wondering if he should mention his presence at your school or leave it as a surprise. His phone then vibrated seeing the incoming text was from you.

The smile ever so visible on his face as he read it. "Hey, hope work isn't so rough. I just got back home from the shopping trip. Make sure to take it easy and hope to see you soon for dinner."

His heart was feeling so many emotions at once, it was a scary feeling for him. Was it healthy to get so attached to someone this quickly? At any second you two can suddenly switch and feel anger or hatred towards each other.

Was he doing the right thing by letting himself feel all these different things at once?

It was a gamble of winning or losing all at once, one wrong move and you could be gone.

You're not going to keep my sister caged in here, you hear me?

If Himiko was able to do everything in her power for you to leave him, would you take the opportunity?

He tried his best to keep those intruding thoughts out of his head as he responded back to you.

K 🪶 | 4:39 PM

I hope your shopping trip was fun. Thanks for letting me know, I'm glad you arrived safe. I don't think I will be arriving home late, I should be there around 7 but I'll try my best to get there early.

You quickly lowered the heat on the stove as you heard your phone give off a 'ding'. A smile adored your lips as you unlocked your phone and read his response.

"I'll make sure to have dinner ready then."

Now more than ever you put in extra effort to make sure the dinner turns out tasty, in hopes he would enjoy something to come back home too.

[carolmunson]

video killed the radio star (rockstar!eddie)

rockstar!eddie and you, his wife that he literally is so horny for all the time are caught up in a sex tape scandal. this is so stupid and dumb and lame and silly but i had a lot of fun writing it. i love how in love he is with his lil’ wife, it makes me wanna DIE.  inspired by this anon: rockstar!eddie and actress!readers sex tape being leaked and the whole thing is just eddie being a simp for her and giving her praise after praise plus most of the movie is just him eating her out and doing the helicopter with his dick

warnings: 18+, female anatomy mention, oral (f receiving), mention of oral (m receiving), drug use, drinking, consensual filming of sex acts, consensual drunk/high sex between a married couple, mild daddy kink if you squint, mentions of restraints, etc. 

CORRODED COFFIN GUITAR LEGEND EDDIE MUNSON AND LEAD INGENUE ACTRESS OF OUR TIME CAUGHT IN SEX TAPE SCANDAL! 

For you, it had been a mortifying ordeal. For Eddie, damage control was his middle name. Both of your PR teams begging him to come up with something slick and charming on a press circuit to help lessen the blow. They didn’t want you talking about it, too clean of a record to even be asked about it. The most dangerous thing about you was that you married a metal guitar legend with a bad reputation. His good little angel compared to his bad boy persona.  It was the Leno interview that softened the blow.  “So Ed, we gotta talk about it.”

“Talk about what, Jay? What ever do you mean?” The audience laughs, his charming and knowing smile flashes to the crowd.

“The tape, c’mon, Ed! I haven’t seen it, but I can bet there are people at home that have seen it. And you know something, I hear the ladies are going wild over it!”  “And shouldn’t that tell you something Jay? All these ladies in a tizzy cause their man can’t satisfy them. Guys talking about what a pussy I am for telling my girl how much I love her. Can’t a man love his wife?” he turns his attention to the audience, “Can’t a man love his wife?”  The audience cheers.  “You know, I could be embarrassed, and my baby? She’s mortified. But she’s got nothin’ to be embarrassed about. She doesn’t even do anything! She’s innocent!”  “And how’re you feeling about it?”  “I think, it was a private moment, and someone took advantage of that. But on the bright side, it ends before any of these horny assholes can see what my wife can do in bed. No one’s thinking about how they can handle her but me. I’m sleeping like a baby.”  You both sat on the couch in your living room at the Malibu house the next week. You both knew what was on the tape, but you hadn’t watched it – deciding that now that things had died down in the press a little bit, it would sting less. The tape warped to start, fading in from static snow, to lines running across the screen – pulling the picture left and right with each glide down the picture. Another fade to static, then – 

“Okay, okay, it’s recording,” you heard, and just the image of Eddie’s collar bone and his chain dangling in front of him filled the screen. You watched him as he stepped back until his full body was in frame, he gave the lens a thumbs up. You could see yourself, sitting back on your heels on the mattress – completely naked. At first, you’re mortified – so many people in America are seeing this, have seen it, still might see it. The legal battle of getting the tapes destroyed has been raging for weeks. Deep down, you know it’s never really going to be gone, but at least –  “Baby, it’s not that bad, I think this is the only time we see you like this,” Eddie mumbles, kissing the bare skin of your shoulder, “Let’s just keep watching.” 

“Of course you wanna keep watching,” you said, rolling your eyes, “We were there, honey, why do we need to watch it?”  The Eddie on screen started talking, “Hey -hic!- future Eddie, here with our smokin’ hot wife on our honeymoon. Consider this a gift or something, I don’t fuckin’ know, we’re so fucked up right now.” 

“That’s why,” your real Eddie said, pointing at himself on the screen, “We were a little loose that day, baby, c’mon.” 

“I hate this,” you pouted, pausing the video with the remote. The VCR whirred and the edges of the screen pulled. You admired him in the frame, his skin covered in tattoos, his hair messy over his shoulders, his body defined but still somehow soft in his posture.  “We can stop,” he said, putting his hand over yours on the remote.  You sighed, considering it, “No, no, it’s like ripping the band aid off, let’s just…I don’t know, let’s just get it over with.”  Eddie grinned, taking the remote out of your hand and clicking play. You watched the image spring to life again while video Eddie grabbed a half empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s off the side table and took a swig.  “And for the lady,” he said, reaching for a bottle of Dom Pérignon off screen and shaking it up to open at the end of the bed. 

“Baby, don’t waste it! That was a gift,” you laughed while the champagne sprayed over you, still so careful in your tipsy haze. He passed the bottle to you, kneeling on the bed. He let his tongue slide from the side of your breast to your neck, collecting drips of champagne off your skin.  “We can always get more,” he mumbled into your neck, “Lemme clean up my mess first.”  You saw yourself take gulps from the bottle, leaning over to place it next to his bottle of Jack. You both fumbled around each other a little awkwardly until he had his hands on your waist. You watch him run his mouth from your belly button up between your breasts in fat stripes with his tongue, you mewling at every nip he gave at the end.  “Fuck baby, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he breathed, “Let daddy tie you up so he can worship you.”  “Oh,” you pouted, “You want me to keep my hands to myself?” 

“Jesus fuck,” he slurred, “No, don’t keep your hands to yourself. Wanna feel you all over me.” You pulled him into a kiss, tangling your hands in his hair while he eased you down on the mattress. Just the side of your body visible, angled away from the camera enough that your arm obscured your breasts.  Eddie got up and walked out of frame, coming back while slapping a little baggie onto his palm, pouring it out on a neat line down your sternum to the top of your belly button. He snorted from the top down, gliding his tongue back up to swipe up whatever coke he left behind, letting his tongue flick at a nipple before reaching back to your mouth. You squealed into his kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist, his nylon black boxer briefs grinding mercilessly against you.  “God, you’re so hot…” Eddie whispered under his breath next to you on the couch.   “Are you like – are you getting off to this?” you asked, a scoff escaping you.  “I’m sorry? Am I getting off to this? I’m watching a home video of me fucking my hot wife. Do you think I’m not rock fucking hard right now?” he asked, gesturing at the television while the film him left a trail of kisses down your body, “This is like…this is PEAK porn, babe. This is my ideal porn.” 

“I don’t even go down on you in it,” you said, adjusting on the couch so your head was on his lap. You could feel his erection in his jeans.  “I don’t need a video of you sucking my cock, sweet thing,” he said with a smirk, “I got that tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.” His eyes were still glued to the screen while one of his hands smoothed over your hair. ‘Oh, baby, yes, oooh! Unh! That feels so good,’ your voice leaked out of the TV speakers. 

Eddie eyes rolled into the back of his head and he bit his fist at the sound, “That is what makes it ideal. Those little sounds you make? Ugh, fuck. Now that’s music.”  You blushed and turned your head back to the screen, Ed’s bitten fist now splayed over your thigh.  On the screen, Eddie had your legs apart, bent at the knees, his mouth lingering over your puffy lips while looking up at you.  “Please more,” you whined at him, putting your hand on the top of his head, “I need it."

“You’ve been so patient all day for it, haven’t you, baby?” he asked, grazing his fingertips up and down your inner thigh.  “Yes, so patient,” you whined, grinding your hips into the mattress in slow circles.  “You’re so perfect,” he said, kissing where his fingers traced, “My pretty girl.” 

He traveled down, painstakingly slow while your fingers gripped his hair, “Gonna worship this pussy the way you deserve.”  He made slow, deliberate swipes of his tongue, lapping up salty sweetness while he kept your lips open with his fingers. His nose brushing your clit while he kept full attention to your other aching spots between your legs. He liked to get deep into it, practically swimming in your slickness before he made any moves that would send you over the edge.  Hearing the squelches and sounds through the TV made you involuntarily clench, your thighs squeezing together. You remembered how good he made you feel that night through your drunken haze. He always made you feel good, but the high of the wedding, the romance of the honeymoon – it was all that and more.   “Oooh, yes, Eddie right there!” you moaned out, leaning up on your elbows and forearms on the mattress in your honeymoon suite. Eddie was latched onto your clit, sucking diligently while his fingertips teased your entrance.  “Love when you say my name, princess,” he said gruffly against your thigh, taking a breath before diving back in.  “Eddie, Ed–oh! Oh god, yes, yes,” your voice was choking out of you while two fingers slid into you with ease, his tongue still lapping and fluttering at your clit while you clenched around him.  “So wet for me, such a pretty fucking pussy,” he muttered, reaching his other hand up to graze one of his thumbs over your nipples, pinching after every few strokes. While it wasn’t always your first source of stimulation, he always knew you liked it right before you were about to finish.  “You’re doing so good, sweet thing,” he cooed while his fingers picked up the pace, your head lolling back trying to get a handle on your moans so anyone else on the floor wouldn’t hear.  “That feels so good, huh?” he mocked while you whimpered at his fingers curling upwards into you. Your hips jolted at the feeling, bucking and writhing while he kept hitting the same spot over and over.  “So good, baby,” you huffed, your eyes brimming with tears while ecstasy rose in your chest.   “You ready for me?” he asked. You nodded feverishly at him while he slipped his fingers out of you. He sat up and put his wet fingers to your mouth where you sucked your slickness off obediently, a moment to bring you back down with him to prepare for the next round.  “You’re so pretty like that,” he said, taking his fingers out and kissing you wetly on the mouth, “My beautiful baby, you’re so pretty.”  You blushed at the praise, in the video, and on the couch with your real life husband. 

“Lemme get a condom hold on,” he said, a little laugh coming out of his mouth from his chest. You laid down with your back to the camera while Eddie hopped out of frame, you could hear bottles clinking and plastic being shuffled in the background. 

“That fat fuckin’ ass…” Eddie mumbled to himself on the couch, “Fuck.”  On the screen, only half of Eddie appears in the background – his dick now on full display.  “Babe, babe look,” his laugh infectious. He shook his hips until his erection swung in a full circle around itself. He laughed again, your back shook in the frame, your little giggles echoing through the speakers in your living room.  “Look how fast I can make it go,” his voice was love drunk. He sped up the pace of his hips as his cock whirled around, balls slapping against his thighs as he did it.  “You’re so stupid,” you laughed from the bed. He bent down into the frame, a hand softly caressing your shoulder, leaning in to kiss you.  “You make me so stupid. I love you so much,” he smiled. He got back up, walking closer to the camera, Trojan in hand, and tripped. The image on the screen whirled, showing the ceiling and the back of the room before the camera fell with a hard ‘CLUNK!’ on the ground.  A quiet, ‘Oh shit!’ was heard, before the static snow flashed and fluttered to a steady stream on the screen.  “See, I told you baby, not so bad,” Eddie said on the couch, his palm sliding up and down your thigh. “Just me telling you what a pretty girl you are.”  You didn’t respond for a second.  “You okay?” he asked, his brow gently furrowing in concern, “We’ll get it sorted out, sweet thing, I promise.” 

“I’m okay, I just–” your legs parted slightly, your face reddened, “I kind of wanted to see what happened next.” 

Eddie grinned, getting up from the couch. He hoisted you up over his shoulder, bending you at the hips, smacking your ass hard over your tennis skirt to hear you yelp. He started walking you up the stairs to your bedroom, a dirty little look on his face while you kicked your legs.  “Can we film this, too?” Eddie asked, “It could be fun. Like an anniversary present.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

[freneticfloetry]

tarlos top five

@rmd-writes asked for my top five tarlos scenes, and after some soul searching (because season four shook some shit up), my list is as follows:

4x16 | “Hi. You’re TK, I’m Carlos, and we’re soulmates.”

GAMECHANGER. Yes, it confirmed what most of us already knew: Carlos was gone from the first second. But the execution is so beautiful, from the impetus to the ease and certainty of Carlos’ declaration to TK’s confession in turn (“why do you think I ran?” is the most TK Strand way ever to do this, and oddly enough, the easiest to believe). My favorite thing, though, will forever be the exact way this was worded and performed — that “Hi,” which is unrivaled levels of perfection (seriously, it sits somewhere between addressing a lost child and a spooked puppy, which is just brilliant as a line read, and every time I hear it I want to toss flowers at Rafa’s feet), but more than that, the fact that he says “you’re TK” before introducing himself, because the most important thing to Carlos is that TK know who he is first. True love at its finest.

3x04 | “Hey, baby. Breathe. Breathe, breathe.”

This was, up until the season three finale, the most fanfic shit I have ever seen aired on national television. Seriously, this is straight out of somebody’s multi-chapter slow burn whump fic wet dream, and watching it live, I was living. His raspy voice. Those hands clenched into terrified little fists. That breathing. The script said “he takes a deep breath” and Rafa was like “BET.” But beyond that, we had that whole bedside missive with Carlos lamenting about consent — that he couldn’t hold TK’s hand, run his fingers through his hair, kiss his head. And the fact that coma TK heard all this, woke up and reached out his hand as permission, and then Carlos did all those things, in that order… Deceased. It still gives me fits. (I am also counting the Tarloft reveal as part of this favorite moment, because I can’t not. “Push” is just perfection.)

4x18 | “We both ended our vows with ‘heart.’”

The vows. The dancing. The Sondheim serenade. The cake cutting (which I’m counting as aired-in-canon, dammit, because it is beyond precious). The honeymoon hand holding. Just, the wedding. All of it.

3x13 l “I love you.” “I know.”

They went Han and Leia on me and it wasn’t even cheesy. Honestly, this whole episode was so important to their growth — their sense of security, their confidence and understanding in each other — to their story, that it couldn’t be left out. Carlos realizes that the best way to help TK is to let him get help where he needs it, even if it leaves him feeling a little helpless, and TK realizes that he still has someone in his corner who’s invested in him, his sobriety, and his happiness, even with his mom gone. The fact that that “I know” holds so much meaning (all while “Transatlanticism” plays on)… Gah. Just beautiful. And on top of all that, Carlos got to be funny!

3x18 | “Marry me.”

“For the first time in my life, the love that I feel is infinitely more powerful than the fear of losing it.” Yep, that’s where I lost it. Because I thought back to baby TK in 1x08, who was being a dick to a cancer dog because he couldn’t fall in love with one more thing that he could lose. The growth. The maturity. The love. 3:18 am, y’all. (The engagement reveal counts as an extension of this as well, because that entire adorable “yes way” exchange between Team Tarloft, with Carlos grinning and TK bouncing and everybody figuring it out from context clues but Mateo is officially the most fanfic thing I’ve ever seen aired on national television, and I love it beyond reason and measure.)

Honorable mention shoutouts to the police station and the airport tarmac, which were knocked down the list by season four things. I still love you!

Tagging @ambiguouspenny, @hoko-onchi-writes, and @mixtapestar, because I know they haven’t been yet.

[somerandommess]

Maxiel Au, almost 1000 words, angst(or something resembling that)

And the funny thing is, I would have married you…

It was the day before the wedding. Max and Daniels wedding. THEIR wedding.

He still can’t believe it. He always knew he’d spend forever with Daniel, but the fact that they’re actually getting married tomorrow still shocks him. It makes him giddy. He smiles when he wakes up and sees Daniel still snoring. He smiles all through breakfast. He still smiles even when Scotty and some others whisk Daniel away for the afternoon(some activities or something). He smiles when Daniel comes back exhausted but mellow and flops on top of him on the couch.

He remembers when it all happened. The moment when they went from being friends to being together.

It was back during Daniels early Renault days. After he left Redbull, Max hadn’t heard from Daniel for a few days. Their chat becoming stagnant, with the last message being from Max.

Hey, it read.

He was left on seen.

Max had called Daniel up but the line kept ringing before he decided to track down his hotel room. (Thanks Micheal)

He went to the room, knocked on the door and was met with a disheveled looking Daniel. He didn’t even let Daniel get a chance to close the door in his face. He just barreled past and into the room.

Daniel was rightfully confused, and a little angry, but Max explained that he was worried about not hearing from him and that his misses the friendship and oh no, one thing leads to the next he’s confessing his feelings for Daniel.

Daniel doesn’t speak. Just looks at him.

“We can’t Max,” he says.

“Why not?”Max replies. Daniel moves over to the window not answering. Max goes closer and says “Why not Daniel? Do you not feel the same?,”

Daniel looks at him tears in his eyes.

Max gently places his hand on his cheek, Daniel takes his free hand into his.

“Tell me to go and I’ll go,”

Daniel leans into the touch and…

The rest is history.

The rest is…him getting married tomorrow.

He rubs Daniels back as his drifts off to sleep. Excited for his big day.

The wedding goes wonderfully. Friends and family alike are all there to celebrate with them.

Daniel looks amazing, he can’t take his eyes off of him. He almost doesn’t hear cue for his vows he was too busy staring at Daniel.

Rings are exchanged. Cake is cut.

They’re dancing and drinking the night away.

At night, they’re settled in bed in the hotel. They fly out for their honeymoon tomorrow.

They kiss lazily, they’re both too tired from the day to get up to anything.

Max goes to bed hugging his husband.

—-

Max wakes up abruptly. He turns to face the other body in bed and…it’s Kelly.

She’s awake already, staring at the ring on her finger.

She turns towards him, realizes he’s awake and kisses him.

“We’re getting married tomorrow,”

That’s right.

He’s getting married tomorrow.

To Kelly.

He moves his mouth into a smile. He smiles when P comes into the room for breakfast. He smiles when Kelly’s friends whisk her away for the afternoon. He smiles when she comes back tired, kisses him on the head and goes straight to bed.

He’s happy. He thinks he’s sure of that.

He remembers the exact moment that lead him here.

After Max went to Daniels hotel room.

“Tell me to go and I’ll go,”

Daniel leans into the touch and…

The rest is history.

The rest is Daniel gently moving away from the touch and telling Max to go.

“It won’t work out Max,” he said.

“Your dad, and everything. And you’re you and I’m me and,” he pauses, “it won’t work. You deserve someone better.”

The rest is him nodding and laughing awkwardly and saying something like “it’s okay, we can still be friends right ?”

The rest is him pushing himself to the limit in racing. His dad introducing him to Kelly. Him winning his championships. Daniel…leaving F1.

Him proposing to Kelly.

The rest is… him getting married tomorrow. He rubs his face and heads off to bed.

For his big day.

The wedding goes wonderfully. Friends and family alike are all there to celebrate with them.

He spots Daniel in the crowd. He hides his surprise well. He didn’t think he’d accept the invitation. Daniel looks amazing, he can’t take his eyes off of him. He almost doesn’t hear cue for his vows he was too busy staring at Daniel.

Daniel looks away.

Rings are exchanged. Cake is cut.

They’re dancing and drinking the night away.

At night, they’re settled in bed in the hotel. They fly out for their honeymoon tomorrow.

They kiss lazily, they’re both too tired from the day to get up to anything.

Kelly turns out the lights and kisses his cheek before turning and falling asleep.

Max stares at the ceiling and thinks back to the reception.

Daniel congratulates him. Max looks at him a little too long to be friendly and Daniel looks back. Daniel gives a small smile and the hand that’s on Maxs shoulder moves away too slowly.

Almost like it didn’t want to let go.

He’s sure one of the photographers caught that picture. ‘Best friends at the wedding’ it might be captioned.

Max and Kelly will look at the photos later and she’ll joke that ‘it almost looks like you two got married’ and Max will laugh and move to the next picture, and stick that one under the pile.

… if you’d have stuck around.

ouch I guess

[horror102]

Restless nights

TW: Smut, Size K!nk, F! Reader, 0ral, Anal,

(Black female reader X black Adam!)

“Adam?” She called out for him after a long day out with her friends. Silence, she had texted him that she hadn’t had a very welcoming day.

They had left her out, well that’s how she felt.

“Adam?” She coed once again, and wanting the comfort of his presence near her.

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw her handsome lovely husband. Quietly he touched her shoulder, automatically he heard her heart calm itself and sooth.

“Adam.” She spoke. Placing her hand on top of his. A small smile on her face. Only to turn around and realize what laid upon his face wasn’t very pleasant.

Though, to her it wasn’t that much of a big deal. That was always how he looked, no matter how he felt, he never expressed it outwardly.

“You don’t look as you normally do, what’s the matter?”

His heart skipped a beat, though usually his face had flat unnoticeable changes, she noticed.

“Nothing.” He stated.

Walking away though honestly he had crippling things on his mind, he watched her pout in response of him not communicating with her. And God did he feel guilty, he just didn’t want to trust again, he didn’t want to get hurt like last time he put his trust in an ordinary human.

“Adam, sit.”

She demanded, his eyebrows raised at the sudden change of tone. Though his sweetheart was never like this so simply yet reluctantly he obeyed.

“Listen to me Adam, I know. I know it’s hard to trust someone, and I won’t say that I can relate on your level of experience because to each its own. But I love you, my God Adam I married you! And even though you don’t trust me, I just want you to know it’s okay. It’s okay to find it a hassle at first, to find it hard. But listen carefully. You can trust me, I will never do harm to your heart. I love you Adam, and hopefully you’ll come around to talking to me more. To communicating, to expressing yourself. Goodnight Adam.”

She walked away from him, though he couldn’t help but feel some type of way about it, he could hear her heart pat in a beat that was different from when he appeared,

More saddened, more disappointed, yet still filled with patience and care.

Before she got out of arms reach he clasped her hand, her soft doughy looking eyes eyed him up and down, curiosity.

Her heart started to beat, as fast as he ever heard it.

“I love you too.”

His voice was stern, eyeing the fact that her hand looked so small in his. Her body petite and gentle. Needed to be held with care, yet here he was.

She jumped, she hugged him, she kissed his face, sitting in his lap she kissed his lips.

God, she drove him insane. Her tiny chubby thighs coating his, her soft chocolate skin shining in the moon light.

His hands placed themselves gently onto her waist, nails digging into her waist line.

He smashed his lips back into hers, forcing his tongue through her plump lips. He was coming for it all. An indescribable hunger.

Quickly, and carefully. He walked towards the bedroom, not wanting her to get a headache from unnatural speed.

Placing her on top of the bed spreads, lightly placing her down. A quick nod of affirmation before taking off her shirt, ripping it in two.

A small look of admiration, how beautiful she looked spread out, thighs apart, with wetness leaking through. Her stomach folds covered with the marks of his nails.

Her chest was laid out in front him, he didn’t know how to react, of course they had sex on their honeymoon. But never with such harsh love.

“Are you sure Adam?”

God he made himself look like a fool, why would such a tiny woman have to make sure he was okay. He was practically a god. And she took his urges into consideration.

He pulled out his cock, she was a like dwarf to him she was so much shorter than him. His cock looked so monstrous near her small cunt.

Aligning himself, obviously since she was a grown woman she hadn’t been a virgin. Yet still, he had to be cautious not to literally split her in halves, after all these years they haven’t had sex.

He pushed slowly, hearing her gasp and heart race, listening closely to the sound of her cunt tearing.

He pushed again, listening to her cry. He smiled, for the first time in two years, he smiled.

Watching her cunt leak around him, he pushed harder, she couldn’t handle it. But this is what she wanted, this is what she deserves for being such a good girl.

“Adam.”

She coed, crying and her tits bouncing as he thrusted harder. He had to slow down as he heard her tear once again.

“Yeah baby?”

She became flustered and so did he. It just slipped out as his cock slipped in.

She tried to push him away, trying to be released so she wouldn’t cum all over him. Yet he kept her in place watching little squirts of cum coat him.

A chuckle and a smirk, “such a good girl.”

He flipped her over, and she was so plump and tiny. He just wanted to fuck her dead.

“Fuck.”

He growled low into her ear, obviously he knew he began to get overstimulated. The way she’d squirt, and how her tits flopped around.

“Adam, enough!.”

He didn’t stop, he couldn’t. He wanted to fuck the shit out of her, too show her that he cares, that he’ll change.

“I can’t hmmpfh handle it!”

She clawed on his back as he pressed her legs up towards her chest giving her easier access to her cunt.

Thrusting in and out her pussy, her warmth coating him as she became all full and mushy inside.

“I’m almost done.”

He chuckled, grabbing her thighs and slamming himself into her cunt, making her scream and roll her eyes back. She dug her nails into his skin.

“Adam, fuck, oh fuck, help Adam.”

She couldn’t handle it, she started whimpering as the heat of his nutt coated her insides.

“It’s okay, it’s all over.”

He pulled his cock out. Watching his tip leave her cunt as her pussy dripped.

He turned around to talk to her, to communicate but his sweetheart had passed out.

He patted her thigh as he went up to grab a wash cloth and towel, running a hot bubble bath as he placed her body in.

Cleaning and scrubbing the nutt off, and a little blood from the stretches of how he ripped her.

Reminiscing of how huge his cock was stretching her little hole.

Poor baby. He thought

[nostalgiachan]

Menzoberranzan Honeymoon

Sixth Prompt: Vier gets angry, why?

Mildly NSFW

Summary: Someone decided to write an incredibly obscene chapbook about Vier and Astarion, and one of them's less thrilled about it than the other (855 words)

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The chapbook landed on the drawing room table before Astarion with a much louder thud than one would expect, breaking him from an almost meditative trance. As he looked up from his embroidery, he saw Vier on the other side of the table, a look of pure annoyance he’d scarcely seen before twisting her face.

“Whatever this is, I assure you I had nothing to do with it,” he preemptively apologized, though Vier quickly allayed his concern.

“Dear, you wouldn’t happen to be familiar with one Valhalaeria the Vaunted, would you?” she asked, her arms crossing over her chest. “Because I’d very much like to have a conversation with her.”

Astarion set aside his needlework and picked up the book, giving the outside a quick once-over. “Valhalaeria the…OH, now that I think of it, yes, I’ve heard of her. Popular smut author, yes? I think I’ve seen her work being read in a flophouse or two.” Vier certainly needn’t know that more than a few of Astarion’s most successful pick-up lines had been authored by this Valhalaeria. “But I can’t say I’m personally familiar with her. If I remember the rumors correctly, she works out of Waterdeep, and I haven’t been in that neck of the woods since…Oh dear, have I ever?”

His thought trailed off, but he quickly snapped back to attention. “I bet Gale’s intimately familiar with these, though,” he said with a smirk. He flipped the book back to the frontside, taking a look at the artwork printed on the cover - a linework drawing of two elves, each holding one another with arm and leash both, clothing halfway to sliding off entirely. As he looked closer, a few details about the lovers caught his eye; the female elf was rendered with very heavy cross-hatching, clearly intended to be a Drow, while the male elf had a rather magnificent head of hair, each curl and sweep lovingly drawn. Above the drawing, printed in large letters: Menzoberranzan Honeymoon. 

Astarion finally looked up from the book. “Is this…us?” he asked in disbelief.

“It’s someone’s sick idea of us, yes,” Vier spat in response. “Someone from the village sent this my way, said they’d picked it up on a trip to Baldur’s Gate. Apparently, someone’s been having fantasies about what you and I have gotten up to in the last year and decided to make a few copper off of it.” “And she didn’t even have the decency of asking us first?” Astarion huffed. “I could’ve told her all sorts of stories! Bet the old miser just didn’t want to give up any royalties.”

Vier pinched the bridge of her nose between finger and thumb. Leave it to Astarion to have some unique priorities. “I’m much more concerned with the fact that people might pick this up and not understand it’s fiction,” she sighed heavily.

“Oh, come now, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Astarion chided, “Why, I don’t think anyone would think you would, erm…” He quickly rifled through the pages until something caught his eye. “...couple with a drider?” The look in his eye made it clear to Vier that he’d immediately started wondering about whether she actually would. He flipped through a few more pages. “Oh, no, I absolutely know you’d do that,” he couldn’t help but purr. “Enthusiastically, too. Hmm, I might actually have to read this in earnest later. What’s it about?”

“We get married,” Vier explained, and Astarion nearly snorted at the word, “and I decide we should honeymoon in my home city of Menzoberranzan, where we get up to just about everything surface worlders think happens there. First: I wasn’t born in Menzoberranzan. Second: I’ve never been to Menzoberranzan. Third: I would never in my sane mind recommend anyone go to Menzoberranzan unless they desire death, enslavement, or both.”

As Astarion rifled through the pages, he still didn’t feel as though there was anything to get too upset about. It was fairly bog standard, albeit well-written, Drow-based obscenity, with a little vampiric spice mixed in. Perhaps Vier wasn’t thrilled with being written as a raging sex fiend who could outpace a succubus, but surely no one would take the wrong idea of her from this. But then, he found the page where “Vier” had to pass “Astarion” off as her slave in order to get him into the city at all…and he committed to his role deeply, so much that he’s quite happy to be passed around among the matriarchs and–

The chapbook was flung across the room with incredible force. “You know what, darling?” Astarion asked, his affect flat. “I think I get the issue now. What say you and I make a little trip to Waterdeep and see if we can’t pay this Valhalaeria a visit, hmm?”

“Purely friendly, of course,” Vier answered, visions of maces imbued with the power of the sun dancing in her head. “Nothing hostile, nothing untoward. Just a friendly request that she write smut of a more sanctioned kind. Absolutely.”

At that moment, somewhere on the highways and byways of Faerûn, a sickly shudder coursed down Volothamp Geddarm’s spine. Danger was coming.