When Dean Winchester asked you to go shopping, you had thought the world was ending. Dean and shopping were two things that never went together. Dean didn’t shop. Dean went on supply runs but when it came to buy clothes for himself, let’s just say a few choice words were involved along with eye rolls, huffs, and the occasional rude comment to the retail worker. You hated shopping with Dean almost as much as he hated shopping. Why hadn’t it been Sam?
You met Dean at the mall, the two of you walking towards a high end mens clothing store. You didn’t even want to think about why you were going in here with him. You knew it was because of her. He informed the retail worker that he was looking for a suit that he could wear to a party, one that looked like he was from the early nineteen hundreds. Some Great Gatsby party of some sort. You tried hard not to be the first one to roll your eyes.
She picked out a couple of suits that she deemed would be perfect for the event. You tried your best not to glare daggers into the back of her head when you caught her eye-banging your best friend. Dean was gorgeous, and he knew it too. He never had a problem landing the girl of his choice, which is why he was with her. Lisa Braeden.
She had everything you didn’t. She was giving Dean the apple pie life he so desperately deserved. She gave him the white picket fence and a bed to sleep in. A kid that you were almost certain was his. What could you give him? A back massage after a rough hunt? Even though Dean promised Sam that he’d settle down with Lisa, it didn’t stop you. You were only here because Dean called for some assistance. He still talked to you on a regular basis. But he wasn’t your Dean anymore. He wasn’t the Dean that had your back on hunts, or the Dean that stayed up all night eating junk food on the impala hood. He was hers. She was his. You were grateful he didn’t cut you out all together, but seeing him happy because of her was the worse kind of torture you have ever endured. This, was your own personal hell and there was no way you were ever getting out of it.
“How does this one look?” Dean called out from behind the closed curtain. He shoved them both to the side, waltzing through with a small smile playing on his lips. You swear, your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t think that was humanly possible but if someone were to monitor your heart, you were certain it would have showed. Dean looked stunning in the suit; damn near perfection. His hair was parted differently, like he fixed it when he looked in the mirror before he came out. It hugged his body in the best ways. You could see every bulge on his body, every curve and edge.
It killed you.
You could feel your heart shattering, completely crashing into a million different pieces. It doesn’t matter what past you had with Dean; what crap you’ve been through together. It didn’t matter how many times you had saved each others lives and patched each other up. Dean was out, living another life. He was with the girl you knew he loved; a girl that wasn’t you. He was getting dressed up for her, he had a family with her.
He was never going to be yours.
“Hmm?” You shook your head, blinking away your tears.
“What do you think?” he asked nervously.
“I think that’s the one,” you smiled weakly.
“Me too,” he chuckled. “I think Lisa is going to like this one.”
A/N: Happy Valentines Day! I know it’s early, but I thought I would start off the morning for my NCIS fans <3 I hope you all love this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3
This was requested by @jez-zolnierz:
Since your requests are open can I ask you for some fluff with Gibbs: breaking rule 12 and asking him to be your valentine? :) I wish you lovely day!
While Tony and McGee were off on a double date, you were sitting at your desk finishing paperwork. This report was something you could have gotten done tomorrow morning, but you decided to do get it done now. Besides you didn’t have a date on Valentine’s Day. You didn’t feel like going home and sitting in your apartment by yourself.
You looked up in surprise as Gibbs walked through the bullpen and sat down at his desk. He was wearing your favorite navy blue button down shirt with a black blazer over it. You always admired the way he dressed and the way he smelled. Abby was the only one who knew about your crush on Gibbs.
A/N: This is Part 4A. (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B) A huge shoutout to Ava, my best friend, who is beyond amazing. Thank you for letting me write you, I am truly honored you trusted me to. @chrisevans-imagines I’ve got nothing but love for you, girly ❤️ I had a lot of free time on my hand today sitting in a dentistry.
Chris stood outside your apartment door with his letter for you and a bouquet of your favorite flowers- red roses- in his hand. His clammy fist hovered over the door, unable to knock as he was too nervous. May was coming; he was about to leave to film Infinity War and he was going to be gone for nine months. Nine months. That was a long time for him to not see you, considering how you’d spent time together every day of the last sixty-five days. For two people who claimed they weren’t dating, the two of you did a lot of things couples did. You’d meet for meals and have movie nights, and if it was held at your apartment- your best friend and roommate, Ava, would spend the whole night teasing the both of you. He’d keep you company while you worked at your university’s library, and you’d keep him company while he worked out at his gym. He’d hang out in the restaurant you were working at when you had to do late night shifts or close, so you wouldn’t be alone and he could drive you home. Some days, you’d just call to meet for coffee or ice-cream so you could simply ask the other about their day.
Other than not having the romantic benefits of an actual couple, the two of you were a couple. Those around you didn’t understand why the two of you wouldn’t just have the talk and become an actual couple; Ava, especially. The conversation you had with her last week was still seared in your mind, she’d made some pretty solid points that you consistently tried and failed to argue with.
“As adorable as the both of you are, you are insufferable.” She’d said to you and you’d sighed because you knew she was right. “Honestly, Y/N. He likes you and you like him, so why are you making it more complicated than it has to be? Just grab the man and kiss him already.”
“It’s not that simple, Ava.”
“How is it not that simple?” She pressed with a frown. “Do you not see the way he looks at you? He likes you and he wants to be with you. Trust me and go pursue that relationship, you’re going to be dating Chris Evans! That’s like a dream come true for us fan girls, for you.”
“Exactly,” you argued and she frowned, confused by your comment. “I’m just a fan,” you elaborated before she could ask you to. “What if I’m not with him for the right reasons? What if I’m not good enough for him? I’m just a fan, Ava,” you repeated. “I’m nobody compared to him.”
“Lovely,” she chuckled as she took your hands in hers. “I’ve known you for a while now, and we’ve always said that we know each other better than anyone else knows us so- you need to hear me when I say this.” You sighed because you knew what she was going to say. “You are not just a fan, you are an amazing human being that Chris would be lucky to date. He’s just a guy, okay? And if you’re just a fan of his, then what is he to you? He’s a fan of your work too, but that’s not making him feel less about himself. You are in-love with him, and if you think you’re only in-love with him because he’s Chris Evans- you’re not as smart as I thought.” You sighed again and you heard her sigh too, “he’s still here, isn’t he? He wouldn’t be if he didn’t care for you.”
“Yeah, or maybe he’s here because of my stories.” You countered. “Maybe he’s here to see if I’m like the girl in the story he loves so much.” Her face prompted a point from your irrational thoughts. “So what if I’m not the girl he thought me to be? I can’t lose him, Ava. I’d rather have him in my life as a friend than not have him in my life at all.”
“You’re right,” she nodded and released your hands. “You’re nothing like the girl in the story.” You felt your eyes narrow at that, but you said nothing. “You’re a thousand times better.” She said and you smiled. “But- if you don’t want to take that risk and be with him then- don’t. It’s your choice and you know I’ll always respect your choices.” You smiled and gave her elbow a grateful squeeze. “Even if it’s dumb,” you heard her murmur under the breath as she disappeared into the kitchen.
“Yeah, I heard that!” You called, biting back your smile.
“Yeah, I meant for you to,” she called back.
A week later, after Ava had a similar but slightly more subtle conversation with Chris while you were in the shower, here he was at your door. Because Ava was right, as always; the two of you liked each other and it was for all the right reasons. It was completely understandable that what brought you together birthed some doubts and insecurities, but surely all of the time you’d spent together had cleared your minds of it.
Chris liked you- loved you even, and he was done being just friends. You were an amazing girl and if he left for nine months without telling you he loved you, and you got swept off your feet by another man- he would be devastated. Just like you were after reading the latest tabloids about him and Scarlett Johansson being a thing. Which was why-
“Chris,” you gasped when you opened the door. He took a step back, as stunned as you; he hadn’t expect you to open the door, nor did you expect him to be standing outside. “What are you doing here?” You asked, slinging the strap of your little purse over your shoulder as you glanced at your phone which had just buzzed in your hand.
“Oh um- I just…” He trailed off, swallowing, unable to say what he wanted to. He was nervous, and he was distracted because you were dressed up like you were going on a date. And you were- with Sam, a boy in your class- but you didn’t mention anything to Chris, which was why he was confused. “Where are you going?”
You didn’t want to tell him you were going on a date because a small part of you still held onto the hope that you had a chance with him. You were afraid- terrified even, that if you told him about Sam, that door would close forever. You thought about lying, until you remembered you read that he was allegedly dating his oldest friend and brilliantly talented co-star, Scarlett Johansson- a woman you could never, ever surpass. So why couldn’t you tell him? After all, what was the harm in telling him, your friend?
“I’m going on a date.” The words felt so heavy coming out of your mouth; the excitement you had when you agreed to coffee with Sam faded the second you saw Chris. “His name is Sam, he’s in my class.” The more you explained, the more Chris’ heart ached. He subtly slipped the letter into his back pocket and lowered the bouquet to his side; he was too late. “Are those…for me?” You quizzed with a raised brow.
“Uh- no,” he shook his head with a forced smile; he had to pretend he was okay because he didn’t want to ruin your date. “These are for Ava, she um- she mentioned the other day that her mom wasn’t doing too well, I think um- I don’t know, so…” He trailed off in a weary tone; he couldn’t even find it in himself to lie properly.
“What?” Your eyes narrowed with deep concern as you mentally questioned why your best friend didn’t mention anything to you. “That’s crazy. She didn’t-” Ava had heard the commotion and walked out from her room; she poked her head over your shoulder and you turned to her, frowning. “Your mom’s sick?” You asked. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because she’s not,” she answered, frowning.
“Didn’t you say she was um- she hurt her back or something?” Chris quickly spoke up; his eyes begged her to go along with his lie when you looked away from him. “I remember you feeling really down, which is why I brought you these.” He held out the bouquet and Ava took it, even though she knew the flowers were for you. “Anyway, I should go. Um-” he scratched the back of his neck, “I’ve got errands to run.”
“Stay, please,” Ava stopped Chris before he could run away. “I’d like to talk to you about something before you run off. Surely your errands can wait,” she said with a look in her eyes that only she and Chris understood.
Your phone buzzed in your hand again and you knew Sam had arrived and was waiting for you in his car downstairs. “You kids have fun, I gotta go. We’ll call your mom later and send my regards,” you suggested and Ava nodded. “Are you sure about this outfit?” You asked her, one final time before you left.
“Yes,” she smiled at you then looked over your shoulder at Chris, trying not to sigh at his heavy expression. She knew exactly how he felt, she’d had her fair share of seeing someone she loved with someone else. Oddly, she didn’t feel bad about seeing her best friend with her celebrity crush; that was just the kind of selfless person she was and you loved her for it. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks, love.” You smiled then patted Chris’ arm as you brushed past him. He opened his mouth to stop you, but stopped himself before he could. He was too late, you looked happy and he couldn’t ruin that for you. “I’ll see the two of you later!”
The second you faded from view, Ava beckoned Chris inside; he walked in with slumped shoulders and heavy steps. She held the bouquet for him to take back then closed the door behind him. He stood in your living room, shuffling his feet as he tried not to kick himself at his bad timing.
“She’s only going on a date because she thinks you’re dating Scarlett Johansson,” Ava told him and his head shot up, a deep frown on his face. “Did you not see the tabloids? It’s everywhere, she was pretty bummed.”
“Why would I date Scarlett?” He frowned. “She’s one of my oldest friends, she’s like a sister to me. We don’t have that kind of a relationship.” Ava nodded in agreement because she’d told you the same thing. “I mean- we tried, but we realized we didn’t feel that way about each other. Wait- so she’s going on a date to spite me?”
“What? No! What is wrong with you?” Ava scolded then chuckled softly at his sheepish look. “She’s going on a date to distract herself from you. She likes you, Chris. If you can’t tell from the way she writes about you, then boy are you dumb. She’s just worried she’s not good enough for you, which is absolutely-”
“Ridiculous,” he finished for her. “Not good enough for me? What the fuck does that even mean? She’s amazing.” A smile formed on his lips as he began talking about you. “She’s so kind and sweet and beautiful and strong and funny and talented and-” he cut himself off, sighing. “And I’m in-love with her.”
“Yes you are,” Ava nodded. “And she’s in-love with you too.” She chuckled when she heard him sigh again, “relax. It’s not too late, she’s not even that interested in Sam. She’s just going because she’s too nice to tell him, ‘sorry, but I’m in-love with someone else.’ Just leave that letter you have in your pocket here and I’ll pass it on to her.”
Chris felt his eyes narrow as he reached into his back pocket, “how do you know that this is for her?” He asked as he pulled out the letter he’d spent days writing and refining; he didn’t know how you got stories out without hours. “Here,” he passed it to Ava, who took it with a light laugh.
“Because I’m a writer, and so far- this entire thing has been like a very adorable and very complicated little mini series.” She commented and he managed a smile. “But luckily for you, Chris, we’re over the hump. Things should be smooth sailing from here on out, as long as the two of you talk. God, if the two of you had just talked like I’d advised- this could’ve all been avoided. That poor boy, Sam wouldn’t lose the most wonderful girl to the perfect guy without explanation.”
“Thanks, Ava,” Chris smiled. “I can see why Y/N loves you so much, you are a good friend to her.”
“I’m her best friend,” Ava corrected with great emphasis and Chris nodded in acknowledgment with pursed lips; the tone Ava used said one thing and one thing only, “don’t fuck with my best friend or I’ll kill you”. Then she repeated it in words so Chris got the point, “which means I will kill you if you hurt her in any way, do you understand?”
“Believe me,” he assured her, “I’d kill me too if I hurt her.”
Oh! Oh! Can I request a Negan x reader fic where the reader just turned 18 and Negan shares her first drink with her which leads to the bedroom? I got my fingers crossed for a little freaky-Deaky. 🤞🏻❤️ @fandomfreak202
sorry this took a decade to get out! hope you enjoy! x
February. Red circle? Shit. Why did I circle today?” you thought curiously,
looking up at your calendar, you had purchased from the sanctuary’s ‘store’
with your hard earned points. You had the job of laundry, mostly just the wives
dresses and lingerie. They frequently needed them washing, considering Negan
got through at least a minimum of two wives a day. You couldn’t deny your
jealousy, sitting on your ass all day and getting anything you wanted would be
nicer than having to go outside and deal with the post-apocalyptic world. You
knew Negan would never offer you the chance to become a wife, his pet names for
you were ‘kid’ or ‘little one’, making you feel like a three year-old. He would
never see you as a woman, always that kid.
You got ready for the day, grabbing your point’s sheet and
heading down to the washroom. Your friend, Malia was already down there,
working away without you. “Trying to get some extra points? Your a half an hour
early.” She quizzed, looking confused. “No, I’m just a little forgetful today.
I circled today on my calendar and I can’t remember why. Did I ever mention it
to you?” Malia shook her head, folding the top she was holding. “No. I can’t
remember you mentioning anything.” You sighed, feeling stumped. You knew that
it would annoy you until you remembered why today was so special.
You finished your 7 hour shift, placing the washboard back
in its holder. Malia had finished about
an hour ago, saying good night to you as it was getting dark when she left. You
wiped your face with a flannel, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead. You locked the door to the washroom behind
you, placing the key in your back pocket. You began walking back to your room,
located on the other side of the sanctuary. You took a turn to the left,
walking down the corridor that had the saviour’s rooms along it. Going up the
stairs, you came to the floor that housed the wives and their rooms. A pain of jealousy hit your heart, knowing
Negan was probably with one of them right now.
You came to your door, before Simon sneaked up on you from
behind, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!” he
exclaimed, as you turned your head to look at him. That’s what you had forgotten;
it was your birthday today! You didn’t really see the point in celebrating
birthdays anymore, but you didn’t want to put a damper on Simon’s mood. “Thank
you Si. What did you need me for?” You asked, just wanting to get a nice bath.
“Negan wants to see you in his room, asap.” he said, giving you one last hug
before walking off back to his duties.
You started to worry a little, if Negan asked you to visit him, it
wasn’t normally good. Last time, Dwight had been burnt by Negan. You couldn’t
think of anything you might have done to piss him off, so you hoped it wasn’t
anything negative. You walked further upstairs, onto the floor of Negan’s room.
This floor was reserved for Negan and his top guys, making you intimidated and
not worthy of being here. Negan’s door was placed at the end of the hallway,
every step you took felt like a mile. You approached the door, breathing in and
out before knocking firmly on the door.
“Come in!” you heard him shout through the door, firm and
blunt. You pushed the handle down, opening the door with a slight creak. You popped your head around the door, seeing
Negan sat at his desk, leather jacket placed on the back of his suede desk
chair. “You wanted to see me, sir?” you addressed him, not knowing what your
words did to him. “Come on in sweetheart.” He beckoned you in with his fingers;
you feeling yourself swoon at his nickname. You walked further into the room,
his eyes watching your chest swell in the tight tank top you had on. “Don’t be
nervous, darlin’. I brought you in here because…” he started, opening one of
his wooden desk draws to reveal a bottle of whisky. “I want your first drink to
be with me.” He pulled the lid off with his teeth, grabbing two small glasses.
He guided you to the couch, sitting at the side of you. He placed the glasses
on the glass coffee table in front of the couches. He passed you one, clinking the glasses
together before you both gulped them down. You heaved at the taste, feeling the
alcohol burning your throat. “Don’t worry darlin’, you get used to the taste.”
“So you were a teacher? In a school? With children? And you
didn’t get fired, ever?” you asked in disbelief, feeling tipsy from the whisky
you and Negan had been sharing. “Hey now, I was a good fucking teacher. I do
wonder what happened to my students sometimes though, some of them were fucking
good but others were fucking shit.” He confessed, downing the leftover contents
of the glass. “Did they call you coach Negan? Or Mr Negan?” you giggled,
picturing Negan in a sports outfit, playing soccer or basketball. “Always
fucking sir, sweetheart. They showed me respect, just like you do doll. I like
that about you.” He smiled, edging closer to you.
“You know, being 21 now. I
don’t feel any different; I don’t feel like a woman. I mean, what 21 year old
hasn’t had sex before?” you sighed, not realising what you had let slip to your
crush. “You’re a virgin, doll? Oh my
goodness.” He said, getting up from the seat. “Please, don’t treat me like a
kid. Negan.” You sighed, walking over to him, grabbing onto his t-shirt to make
him stay. “I want this, I want you. I have for a while but you see me as some
dumb kid, don’t you?” you cried, letting the alcohol mess with your emotions.
“No sweetheart, I don’t see you as a dumb kid. I see you as an independent,
sexy grown woman. I’ve always wanted you, hell more than my fucking wives. I’ve
imagined you in every position possible, but I didn’t want to act on it because
of your age. I didn’t want to be the creepy old pervert.” He explained, his
eyes burning into yours. “Well, lucky for you. I’m into older guys anyway.” You
whispered into his ear, beginning to kiss under his earlobe. You heard him give
a low growl, picking you up, walking towards the couch again. He put you down,
spreading your legs so he could get in-between them. He placed his lips on
yours, his beard rubbing against your cheek. Your fingers ran through his
slicked back hair, as his hands grasped your waist. You ran your hands down his
chest, and put them up his t-shirt, silently begging for him to take it off. He
whipped it off, disregarding it on the floor, his full attention on you. He
placed his hands on his belt, undoing it so he could get to his zipper.
He began to slide his trousers down his legs
as you took your top off, throwing it down near his t-shirt. You straddled him,
feeling his hardening cock through his boxer shorts. He ran his hands up your
back, unclasping your bra. As soon as your breasts were exposed, he took your
right nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing. You moaned, grabbing onto his
hair. You broke away from him, so you could take off the rest of your clothes.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this babygirl.” He gasped,
pulling your naked body back on top of him. You put your hands down his boxer
shorts, grasping onto his hard cock. He moaned, bucking his hips slightly as he
lifted himself so you could slide them off his body. They fell like a pool at
the bottom of his feet, kicking them off before climbing back on top of you.
“Fuck, are you ready sweetheart?” he asked, you dripping with anticipation. “Yes
fuck!” you begged, Negan admiring you from above. He slid into your opening,
you fitting him like a glove. You felt a tight pain as he began at a slow pace,
knowing he didn’t want to hurt you. The pain started to subside the faster he
went, you easing more into it. “Fuck, Negan harder!” you moaned, wrapping your
legs around him, allowing him to go deeper. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so
fucking good!” he said, grabbing your legs from around him, placing them on his
shoulders. You gasped at the new feeling, pleasure building up in your core.
Negan could feel himself getting ready, not wanting to release before you.
“Come on baby, let me see that pretty cum face of yours.” He growled, hearing
your whimpers and moans bringing him closer to his own climax. You felt
yourself let go, along with a loud shout of Negan’s name. “Fuck, sweetheart.
Shit!” he swore, feeling him release inside you. He fell on top of you, making
sure not to crush your body in the process.
Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerousman everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.
Genre: Mafia AU
Warnings: Cursing/swearing, slight violence (not a lot though)
Word Count: 1,110
It was late at night when you first saw him. You were on your way home from your job at the coffee shop and ready to go die in a hole. Work had tired you out even more than usual, and with finals coming up you had little to no time to relax. Why were finals even necessary? They barely even affected your grade! It feels like they were only put into this world to make you suffer.
You sighed as you continued walking home, ranting about finals in your sleep deprived mind. Suddenly, a strong gust of cold, winter air blew in your face, almost throwing you to the ground.
“At this rate I’m gonna catch a cold,” you sighed, annoyed at the fact that the only reason you were walking home was because your friend failed to pick you up. Well, you couldn’t blame her, it was almost one in the morning, who would come and pick you up at this hour?
“For fucks sake, why didn’t I buy a car!” you whined, feeling all the stress that has been piling up on you slowly leave your body. You shouldn’t throw a tantrum in the street, it’ll draw unwanted attention to yourself, and that’s the last thing you want to deal with at the moment. You took a deep breath and continued walking.
“Hey! He’s trying to run, get him!” a deep voice shouted from an alley a few feet ahead.
Suddenly, a well-dressed man came dashing out of the alley, heading straight for you. You quickly jumped out of his way, hiding behind a few trashcans. This wasn’t a bad neighborhood, was it? You have never seen any gang members lurking around this part of the city, why are they a threat now? You peeked out from the side of the trashcan to see where the man had gone. He was fast, he was almost close enough to (what you assumed to be) his car. However, he wasn’t fast enough. Three beefy men soon came out of the alley running twice his speed, tackling him to the ground in no time. Suddenly, you heard a deep laugh come from the direction of the alley.
“You thought you could get away, cute,” the mysterious man laughed once again.
Was this the gang leader? What if he saw you? Would you get mugged too? He slowly walked over to the struggling man. One thing you noticed right off the bat was that all these people were so well dressed. They can’t be gangsters, can they? They were all well-dressed, so they obviously had no need for money. Who were they, then? Nevertheless, you still were scared to the point where you could piss yourself.
Once the man finally reached the others he reached into his pocket and took out a gun. It took you every ounce of strength in your body to refrain from screaming. What the fuck! Holy shit, was he going to shoot him?
“I suggest you stop struggling and we can get down to business, now, where’s the money you owe?” the man questioned while pointing the gun to the other’s head.
“I don’t owe you anything, V, it’s the boss that does.”
V, what type of name was that? That can’t be his real name.
“Well then, where’s the money that ‘the boss’ owes?” V growled.
“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?” the other man replied rudely. V nodded to the two beefy men holding the other down. One of the men held the victim in place while the other kicked him in the gut, causing him to spit out blood.
“I advise you to not give me an attitude, and I might let you go alive,” he said, smiling sadistically.
The man took many deep breathes before answering. He look like he was about to pass out from the amount of pain he received.
“Come on, what do they call you? Oh, yes, Jackson Wang, isn’t it? Come on, Jackson, just tell me where the money is and I’ll let you go home to your family and friends. Doesn’t that sound nice?” V urged on the man called Jackson with a teasing tone, as if this was all a game to him.
As bad as it sounds, you didn’t want anything to do with this right now, it all seemed so surreal. Deep down, you really wanted to help Jackson, clearly this wasn’t his fault, it was his boss’s fault. However, right now your priority was to get home and get to bed. All you had to do was get out of the area as quietly as possible. That shouldn’t be so hard right? You carefully started to crawl away from the trashcans and in the direction of your home. However, luck didn’t seem to be on your side today when you knocked over one of the trashcans you were hiding behind.
“Shit”, you cursed, drawing V and his henchmen’s attention towards you, conveniently giving Jackson the chance to escape and get in his car.
“Get her!” V yelled at his henchmen, causing you to run like you were in the Olympics.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered as you ran along the sidewalk, heading towards Downtown. They wouldn’t be able to get you there, there should still be an abundance of people even if it’s late at night, not to mention all the lights. Your adrenaline was through the roof right now, making you run the fastest you’ve ran.
“Speed up you dumb asses! She’s getting away!” you heard V yell behind you.
It didn’t matter if they sped up now, however. Downtown was right in sight, and, just as you had predicted, it was still bustling with people despite the time. You quickly ran into the crowd, hoping to make them lose sight of you. Luckily, you looked back just in time to catch the three men heading back the direction you came from.
“Holy shit, I need to start working out,” you breathed out as your adrenaline high came down and the fatigue hit you like a bus. On the bright side, you got away from those men, and even saved a man’s life! However, what still plagued your mind was the fact that they weren’t gangsters. They were too well-dressed to be gangsters, so what were they? Why did they have guns? Why did Jackson’s “boss” even owe money in the first place? You shook these thoughts from your head and started walking back home once again, but one thought didn’t seem to go away.
a/n: yes babes its finally here ehehehheh it will be quite rough cause people have requested me that so yeah i am sinning as i am writing this help me god!! oh and this is really long btw, at least for me
oh and (h/c) means hair color btw :)
characters: ok you know the drill but for anyone new its JOKER ; READER
warnings: quite rough smut, daddy kink (cause i know you perverts love that ;])
Time passed and it was all settled. A new maid had been hired, new stuff for me bought… I told him that I didn’t need anything new, that I could just drop by my place and get my stuff, but J insisted. He said ‘i will have everything for my princess to be happy’. That made my heart melt, but also many bank-robbings and heists happen. I didn’t know much about his business, only that it was dangerous. Usually the day went by with me reading books, cooking, shopping or drawing while he was out - sometimes he’d take me with him to meetings to show that I was his girl. He came home either happy or mad but either way we’d end up having sex. Was I complaining? Not at all. I loved it, there was always something different each time. As for today, he had woken up before me and probably gone out. But not before leaving a small bag on the floor next to where I was sleeping. I stretched out, sat up in the bed and picked up the bag. It was black and it had a little pink envelope of my name attached to it. He rarely did this. I carefully opened the envelope because I liked to keep them and read what the letter inside read.
’my precious angel,
here’s something i’m definitely going to rip off of you, but put it on before 9pm and if you like, put some of that makeup on your face, there will be a car waiting for you at 9pm
there is some business i’d like to do and take you with me
I smiled at the letter and put it back in the envelope. I looked at the clock on the nightstand - it was half past 11am. I smiled again and reached my hand into the bag. The material of something felt like silk. Oh my, I thought, pulling the contents out. I took the shiny one in my hands and laid it out on the bed in front of me. It was a shiny, kind of short silver dress with a very deep V cut. The cut ended where the belly button should be, starting on very thin straps that had beads all over them (a/n: ok we all know that joker likes his lady in a revealing attire so yah).
The other thing were panties. Well, they barely counted as because they were more strings. They were a blush-y red tone, and it was lace and only lace. He must really love lace on me. Last time I wore a pink lace lingerie set, he needed me right there right now. We were at a restaurant - yeah, how romantic - at one of his business meetings and, as J got a little hot and bothered, he discovered my choice of lingerie and had me there in the restaurant’s men’s room. That’s how much he loved lace on me.
Should I try the dress on now? Yeah, probably. I took off the large shirt I was sleeping in and stood up from the bed, taking the dress with me. Slipping on the dress and zipping the back of it, I looked in the mirror at myself. Wow, did the dress look good on me. It looked perfect on me, I looked perfect in it. I was turning and posing in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on the door.
“Just a second!” I yelled out, slipping out of the dress. I put it and the lingerie back in the bag and put on the large shirt on me. It came down to my knee, so I was safe form exposure. I walked to the door and opened it. There was our maid, Jennifer who was only ten years older than me, standing with a smile.
“Good morning, miss.” She said and I smiled in response. J insisted on everyone in the house calling me 'majesty’ or 'queen’, and they’re scared of him. So I tell them to call me less… higher than them when it’s just me, but around J - they call me as he pleased. Oh, I felt pity for them.
“Hi.” I said, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smile on my face.
“Breakfast is in the dining room.” She announced. Jennifer was almost like a mother to me. “Is everything okay, miss?”
“Yeah, everything is just perfect, Jen.”
“Okay. You just seem to be in a very good mood now, which is unusual but good.”
“All is good, my friend. I will be down in a few minutes.”
“Alright, miss. Anything else I can do for you?”
“No, thank you. You’re dismissed.” I said and closed the door after seeing Jen nod and leave. I actually felt bad for her and the other staff members - Joker was a scary guy around everyone and there were strict rules for the staff.
First and most important, you can’t tell anyone where and who you’re working for unless you want to get killed because Joker knows everything. Second, strict working hours. You must come to work 20 minutes before your actual shift starts and can’t leave until everything’s done. Third, you must do everything and anything Joker or the Princess ask you. This payed good money, but it was also a very hard and kind of a dangerous job. You just had to keep your mouth shut.
Breakfast was wonderful, as always. Jennifer always made amazing food, especially breakfast. There were always fruits, pancakes, eggs and everything else that I could desire. Sometimes she’d make glorious English breakfast, which she was good at, too. When J wasn’t having breakfast with me, I always let Jennifer sit with me. I tried to be nice to every staff member, even J’s henchmen - they deserved it.
The day all-together had gone by pretty quickly, and - sooner than I thought - I was already doing my makeup in the bathroom. Nothing major, just some mascara and pink lipstick. I took off my comfy clothes, put on the lacy lingerie and slipped into the dress again. My (h/c) curled hair fell perfectly over my shoulders and it was for me to decide what shoes to wear. Luckily, I had just the pair of white heels, which would go well with the dress.
Putting the shoes on, I noticed that it was already 8:59pm. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and then exited the bedroom. I walked down the stairs, only to be met with two of J’s henchmen.
“Good afternoon, miss.” One of them said and I smiled.
“Hi, boys.” I replied. “Here to take me to your boss?”
“Yes, miss. Let us escort you to the car.” Another one said. I walked up to them and they led me out of the house, into the chilly afternoon of Gotham’s autumn. They walked me to a black car and opened the backseat door for me. I gladly took a seat in the car and they closed the door.
The car ride was short, but it felt as if it was so torturously long. Maybe I just couldn’t wait to meet him. The man at the wheel stopped at J’s club and I couldn’t stop smiling. I really wanted to see him.
One of the henchmen opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked against the ground as the henchmen led me into the club filled with music and drug-driven youngsters and gangsters. The henchmen walked me to the bar table where he was standing. He was slowly turning around and once his eyes found me, they sparkled. He was in a suit, he had a small purple bow around his neck. His green hair was slicked back, as always.
“Darling,” he said with the famous smile of his. “Come to Daddy.” He said and I needed no more to run into his arms. My arms went around his neck as his snaked over my waist and stayed there.
“I missed you,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek. He growled.
“Mmm, I missed you too, baby girl.” He said through a growl and looked at my lips before kissing them roughly. One of his hands slid down to butt and grabbed onto it, and I was sure it’d leave a mark. “I really love how you look in this dress.”
“Well, I can only thank you, Mr. J for buying it for me.” I said with a smile.
“Yo, J,” I then heard somebody say from behind us. Joker’s head turned to the voice and the look in his eyes changed. It was probably a business guy. “Can we have the meeting now?”
“You are not to say when we meet.” Joker sternly said at the tall guy. He was in a simple attire, unlike other people, and us, in the club. “But I’ll have my men escort you while I’m taking care of other business here.” His eyes narrowed at the guy. He followed J’s men while J himself turned back to me. “Now, my dear. Do you want to go dancing with other girls while I’m at business or do you want to come with me do business and show that guy you’re all mine?” J asked, tilting my chin upwards with his gloved hand.
“I want to come with you…” I almost moaned in response.
“Then let’s go, my dear.” J said and turned around, putting his arms around my waist as we walked to the back of the club. There was a round section that was separated from the outside with bead curtains. A guard parted the curtains to let us through. The guy, J’s business partner was standing at a round table in the middle of a - also round - golden sofa chair. Joker moved me before him and whispered in my ear:
“Sit down, doll.” I nodded and made my way into the circle, taking a seat on the sofa chair. Joker soon followed, sitting right next to me and putting an arm around my waist. “You can sit down.” He coldly spoke to the guy, who sat down across us. “Do you want anything.. to drink?”
“Nah, I’m not thirsty. Thank you, J.” The man responded. “Although I have to say - everything you offer is pretty valuable and priceless.” This man already seemed really sketchy to me. J had probably already cracked open his shelf by reading the man like an open book.
“What are you trying to do?” J asked in a menacing tone. “Sweet talk me?”
“No, J, I was just telling the truth.” He said, looking me up and down. A sketchy creep? Jesus. I felt J beside me tensing up and breathing heavily, seconds later his hand left my waist and was on my thigh, dipping his fingers into my skin. I put my hand over his and caressed his rough skin to calm him down.
“See her?” J gestured with his hand at me, looking the guy right in the eyes. “She… is all mine, only mine.” J saw the way the guy looked at me. Now he was afraid of Joker. “Do we have that clear?”
“Yes, J.” The guy nodded. “But where’s Harley?”
“Harley? Who? Where’s Harley? Harley, Harley, Harley…” Joker turned his head all around. Harley? But who was that? “Harley… is not your business.”
“Yes, sorry for asking, J.”
“Now, let’s cut to the chase. I feel like there’s something you have to give me. Isn’t that… money?”
“Y-yeah, about that…” the guy trailed off, the fear was evident in his eyes. J narrowed his blue eyes at him. “t-the money’s gone.”
“The money’s gone?” Joker repeated. Oh, this was bad.
“Y-yes, I’m sorry, J.” The guy’s head hung low. “If there’s anything I can do, I will. But it was so unexpected, if we-”
“You could shut up.” Joker interrupted in an angered tone. J then rose to his feet and walked over to the guy, sitting next to him. What was he about to do? “You know, people do deals. One does something in favor for the other and the other does them a favor in return. You know what I’m talking about?”
“Well, you and I had a deal. I did something in your favor. But you… didn’t do me a favor back. Now, do you know what I do with people like that?”
“Doll face, don’t look.” J said as he was taking a gun from behind him, only I could see. Oh my God. “Sweets, look. Away.” He said again and I turned my head away from them, focusing on the beaded curtains. “I do this.” I heard right before the sound of a shot being fired sounded through the club. I screamed, as well as many other people. I turned my head back around and there sat J with a sinister look and blood splattered on his face. One of his henchmen handed him a handkerchief and he cleaned his face with it. Did he kill the man?
There was blood all over the sofa chair above the now dead body. I put my hand over my mouth, not believing what had just happened. It was the first time I had witnessed him killing somebody. Oh my God. And this was business for him. Oh dear.
J rose to his feet again and reached his hand out for me. I looked up at him with fear visible in my eyes.
“C'mon, sweets, let’s go. We have to go.” He said, impatience audible. I stood up, not to anger him even more and he took my arm, pulling us out of the round lounge. “We have something to do back home, baby doll.” We and J’s henchmen walked through the backdoor of the club and J pulled me into his lamborghini, in the passenger seat. I was really scared of him. He just killed someone. In front of me. So that was his way of taking care of people who don’t do him good. I definitely did not want to be on his bad list.
The car ride home was deadly silent and J’s hand was on my thigh all the time, creeping up and down. Once we were out on our driveway, J barked at his men to stay outside in case someone comes looking for us and dragged me inside. After he closed the door, I turned away, standing before him with my eyes to the floor. His fingers raised my chin up, but I turned away. He cupped both of my cheeks in his hands and raised my face to look at him, but my eyes were anywhere but looking in his.
“Look at me, doll.” He said. “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, making a tear escape my eye and I looked at him. “Good girl. Now… Daddy has some rage to express..” he said, sliding his hand underneath my dress. I didn’t want this, not in this situation. Yes, he came home angry and we had sex, but this was different. He killed a man with the same hand that was on my waist now. This was not wanted by me.
J growled and pressed a kiss between my cheekbone and ear. I sobbed, closing my eyes.
“What is it, angel?” He asked, slowly kissing down my neck. “Aren’t you enjoying this?” I didn’t speak a word for some reason, as much as I wanted to. Joker took me by my waist, hopping me over his shoulder. He walked through the house, up the stairs and entered a room - our bedroom - and dropped me on the bed.
He crawled over my body and looked at me with that menacing look in his eyes. His lips pressed against mine as he growled, sending vibrations through my body. In the wrongest ways possible this was turning me on slightly. His hands slid up under the dress, massaging my breasts with his rough touch while tears were rolling down my cheeks one after another.
“Daddy..” I moaned out in a crying tone and J suddenly ripped the beautiful dress apart, exposing my upper half to him.
“Now this is a sight I like to see.” He growled and there was even more aggressiveness and anger in his voice. He tugged the lace panties off of me, down my legs and threw them away. He then unbuckled his belt and I used the opportunity to back away from him. I brought my knees to my chest when I reached the headboard of the bed. J was at the edge of the bed, only in his boxers. He noticed me huddled away from him and snarled. J’s hand reached out politely at first, but then he grabbed my ankle and yanked my body towards him. “Why don’t you be a good girl and obey Daddy.” He said, growling the last two words, almost barking. Not waiting for my reply, he turned me over so I was on all fours before him. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t obey him.” He spoke, running his hands up and down my sides, taking my breasts in his hands and groping, kneading at them. I released a moan and almost lost balance on my arms.
Suddenly, without any kind of warning, he slammed his length into me (a/n: dear god help me i am sinning my father), releasing a high pitched moan from my mouth. His fingers combed through my hair, then grabbed it all in one hand and yanked my head up so my back was pressing into his chest. I yelped, but moaned again as he thrusted deeper.
“O-oh, my God…” I managed to croak out. J pulled my head back by my hair so now it was resting on his shoulder.
“Do you like that, doll?” He asked huskily in my ear, thrusting into me again. I let out a breathy moan. “Do you like Daddy fucking you from behind, huh? Are you enjoying this?”
“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” I said in between moans. He had already touched my G-spot and I was near my release already.
“You see, baby girl,” he spoke, lowering both of us onto the bed, “Daddy is very mad at the man not doing me good. But,” he said, running his hand down to my pulsating heat, “Daddy disliked even more the way that man was looking at my baby girl.” His lips sucked onto the skin on my neck, his fingers circled my clit and his cock thrusted into me from behind. I was already out of breath, he was driving me insane.
Moans kept leaving my mouth as J was grunting and growling in my ear when he started thrusting even faster into me. I released an almost pornographic moan, grabbing the sheets around me.
“Nobody. Can have. My baby girl.” He growls in my ear, sending me over the edge. My whole body shivered as I rode out my orgasm and I felt him release his load into me. My breathing was ragged, but heavy as J pulled his cock out of me and exhaled deeply. I tried to calm down my breathing , sweat leaking everywhere on my body as well as his.
His hands were on my waist as he turned me around so i was facing him. He kissed my lips with a growl of satisfaction and bit onto my lower lip.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he whispered.
A/N: This is another fic I wrote a LONG time ago, probably one of the first ones I ever wrote. So I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much!!
It was a few hours before trick-or-treating began. You took your costume out of the bag, laying it across the bed. Sam and Dean were out on a hunt, just a simple salt and burn. You were left at the bunker, but you weren’t upset about it. For it was Halloween, and you had the perfect costume. Sure, you were in a bunker and there was nowhere to really go trick-or-treating, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have fun and dress up.
You planned on watching scary movies and eating candy all night. You had picked out an angel costume because it wasn’t too revealing and you had always wanted to wear a pair of wings. You slipped on the white silky dress that only went a little past your knees. You were short so the costume was a little longer than it was meant to be. You put on the wings and the halo, straightening it a bit.
You looked in the mirror that you had in your room, assessing how the costume looked. You were happy with it. As you folded your clothes you had worn earlier; the sound of wings fluttering was a pleasant surprise. You turned around, wearing a proud grin as you put your hands on your hips. “What do you think Cas,” you asked.
A/N: I hope you all have a wonderful Satan Sunday!! I hope you all enjoy this fic as well! This was requested by anon! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!!! <3 <3
Since you were one of the most powerful witches left in existence it was imperative that you would use your powers wisely. Most of the time that was the case, but there were times where you would use them for selfish reasons. Ever since you found a spell that could set Lucifer free from his cage, you began to grow excited at the thought of having Lucifer around again. Everyone else wasn’t as keen on the idea as you were. However, you were going to do it regardless of what they wanted.
You prepared the spell by yourself, against the wishes everyone else. Earlier in the day you created havoc to distract Crowley, Sam, Dean, and Castiel. You chanted the words from the spell, doing as the instructions said. As you finished the spell, flames shot up from the ground outside of Lucifer’s cage. You padded up to Lucifer’s cage as the flames died down just enough for you to get close.
“[Y/N],” Lucifer mumbled as he came into sight. The fire illuminated his face perfectly. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that pretty face of yours.”
This is for my Negan’s Valentine’s Day Massacre challenge! Join in on the fun and post your works of love! 💞
TV: The Walking Dead
Warnings: Dirty talk!
Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner
Inspired by: @underratedcharactersimagines First Date with Negan Would Include.
He watched her from the door way, his arms folded across his chest. The sounds of his leather jacket creaking caught her attention.
She was currently bent at the waist, buckling the strap of her killer heels. She looked up at him through the mirror, a blush to her cheeks.
He grinned, his tounge sneaking out from his teeth, “Look at you doll! All decked out in a dress; never thought I’d see the fuckin’ day!”
She shook her head, standing and smoothing out a wrinkle in her dress, “Well, I wanted to look nice. It is a Valentine’s Day dinner.”
Shit; he couldn’t remember when the last time he celebrated Valentine’s Day. Lucille had passed before they could share it during her final year alive.
And now that the world had ended over two years ago, well, he just didn’t see the fuckin’ point.
Then he had wives only to have them sent away because of the woman standing in front of him.
There was something there, something that his other wives didn’t have… and goddamnit, he wanted to explore that.
Negan pushed off the door jam, walking over to Y/N. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, twisting slightly from side to side as he slid his other hand into her hair.
“You do look nice, baby,” he ran his nose along her neck, making her shiver, “I could literally just eat you up.”
She giggled, holding on to his shoulders, “Negan,”
He growled, nibbling on her neck, making her laugh loudly.
“Have your bag packed?” He asked, against her neck.
She hummed softly, holding his head in place, “Yes.”
Patting her ass, he placed a kiss on her pulse, “Let’s get rollin’ then baby.”
He grabbed her bag, more than ready to get her alone.
“You still haven’t said where we’re going, Negan,” Y/N said, her heels clicking and clacking on the hardwood floor as she tried to keep up with his long strides.
He slowed, taking her hand and threading his fingers with hers, “It’s a surprise, babe, so quit asking.”
Taking her to the truck, he quickly was on the road, not wanting a fuckin’ thing to stop him.
Every now and again, Negan would glance over at Y/N to see her staring out the window.
There wasn’t much to look at; the occasional Walker and desolate land. Her quietness unnerved him.
Taking his hand, he placed it on her knee, pulling her dress upward so he could get a peek of her thigh.
She looked over at him, smiling.
“How about I pull this truck over and we have some fuckin’ fun?”
Her laugh lifted his spirits, calmning his nerves.
“Nope, no way.” She said, stroking the top of his hand.
“Aww, c'mon Doll, why not?”
In prim and posh British accent she said, “Because I’m a lady, that’s why.”
They laughed, Y/N scooching over in the seat to rest against him.
Pulling up to the gates of Alexandria, Y/N shot him a look.
“What?” He asked, his innocence failing miserably.
“Don’t be rude, Negan… please?” She asked, sticking out her bottom lip.
“Uhg, I hate it when you pull the doe eyed look, baby.”
The smile that took over her face told him that she knew she won.
He sighed, shuting the truck off and getting out, “Wait here.”
Rick opened the gate, looking pissed.
“Rick the Prick! How the hell are ya!?” Negan asked, his arms out stretched.
Rick stood there, hand on his belt and tapping his foot, “Very last house at the end of the cul-de-sac. Other two homes are vacant. You’ll have your privacy.”
“Now that’s what I like to hear!” Negan turned his attention to the truck.
Rick followed his gaze, then looked back to Negan.
With his fingers crossed, he leaned back slightly, “Maybe if I’m lucky, there’ll be some freaky deaky tonight!”
He laughed loudly, heading back to the car.
Rick moved out of the way, letting Negan drive through, then slammed the gate shut.
When Negan pulled up to the house, he heard Y/N gasp.
“Wow,” she breathed, getting out of the truck to stare at the two story home.
Negan’s nerves were getting the best of him again. Getting out of the truck, he kept twirling and jiggling the keys, watching Y/N’s reaction.
“Can we go inside?” She asked.
“Huh? Well shit, Darlin’! Sorry!” He took her hand, leading her up the porch and into the house.
“Holy smokes!” She gasped in awe, when they entered the house.
Negan shut the door and led her to a room that he knew for a fact she’d go nuts over.
“Ah! None of that shit woman!” He scolded, opening the door that they were in front of.
He swept his hand into the room, “Ta da!”
Her mouth agape, she placed a hand over her heart, “It has a study!?”
Lined from wall to wall was a small library. She was forever fuckin’ reading, anything from romance books to medical texts.
“Think you’ll be alright in here while I get cleaned up?” Negan asked.
He smiled, leaving her with her thoughts.
As Negan looked in the mirror, he turned his head from side to side after his shower.
Yup, he was about to take the plunge. The shit that veen growing on his face was finally coming off. It was just a little surprise for Y/N.
After applying some shaving cream, he carefully used the straight razor, ridding his face of his beard.
Once it was all done, he stared at his reflection.
Goddamn it had been forever since he was beard free. He’d nearly forgotten what he looked like.
Negan dressed in a clean white tshirt and jeans, forgoing any socks or shoes.
Going down stairs to the kitchen, he began to cook Y/N’s favorite meal, Spaghetti.
He’d been cooking for about an hour when Y/N came into the kitchen, her nose in a book.
“Neg-ahhhhh!” She hollered, dropping the book.
Her hands cupped over her mouth as she rushed over to him, “What did you do!?” She asked.
“You don’t like it?” He asked her.
Closing his eyes at the feel of her warm fingers caressing his cheeks; he had to admit that it was giving him one hell of a stiffy.
“I love it… It’s different, but I love it,”
He smiled, the deepness of his dimples now more prominent.
“Gimmie a fuckin’ kiss baby,” he growled softly.
He noticed that her heels were off since she stood on her tiptoes.
Palming her ass with one hand and the other craddling her cheek, he lowered his head and kissed her.
She gasped as he moved his smooth lips over hers, no beard hair in sight to prick her fuckable mouth.
Her moan was deep and loud as he ran his tounge against hers.
She pulled back with an audible smack as their lips broke apart.
“Wow,” she breathed, her thumbs running over his dimples.
Negan licked his lips, wiggling his eyebrows, “Just wait until I eat you out, baby.”
He laughed as she blushed and dodged a smack from her hand.
Going to the stove, he stirred the homemade spaghetti sauce. Negan took the wooden spoon out, carefully tasting it.
“Hmmmm mmmm!” He moaned, bending at the knees.
“Wanna taste?” He asked, Y/N, holding the spoon up to her mouth.
He watched as her lips wrapped around the tip of the spoon and couldn’t help but to reach down and adjust himself.
Damn those lips and that mouth was going to be the death of him.
Her eyes closed as her tounge licked away the extra sauce, “Oh God!”
“Good huh?” He chuckled.
She nodded, “You have no idea. It’s been forever since I’ve had homemade spaghetti!”
“Now you see, baby? I know you so damn well!” He bragged, going back to the stove to drain the noodles.
“Yeah, you do.” She said, softly.
As they sat at the table, Negan thought of other ways to let her know that she was it for him.
His good mood and banter had calmed a bit since they began eatting. He was lost in his own thoughts, a place he didn’t like going to very often.
Twirling some food on his fork, he jumped when he felt her foot tickle his ankle.
She giggled, happiness making her eyes light up.
He gently poked at her foot with his toes, laughing as she exclaimed that what he was doing was tickling her.
It was times like this that he was happy about sending away the other women and getting away from the Sanctuary.
He wanted to tell her how he really felt, but in a way, he believed he didn’t deserve it. After all the shit he put Lucille through? Hell, he couldn’t and wouldn’t blame Y/N if she wanted to take off.
Negan had moved his plate to the side, not in the mood to eat anymore.
Out of his peripheral, he saw her hand rest on his.
“I love you, Negan.” She said it so softly, he thought he had misheard.
He swallowed the lump in his throat; he could do this.
“Love you too, Y/N… have since the day you turned my life upside down.”
His brows bunched, realizing that that didn’t come out right, but she seemed to have understood.
Relief coursed through him as she smiled sweetly at him.
“C'mere baby.” He patted his lap.
She stood, going over to him and straddling his lap. Her dress had ridden up, revealing her pantie covered core.
Taking a handful of hair, he pulled her roughly to him, kissing her hard.
She responded well with the rough kiss, her head slightly bobbing with his as their lips and tounges moved with one another.
He gripped her ass, pulling her more into his lap. She rolled her hips, grinding against his erection.
“Jesus fuck, baby!” He panted as her lips sucked greedily on his neck.
Lightly tugging on her hair, he brought her mouth back to his, licking at her lips as he growled into the kiss.
Y/N placed her hands under his shirt, her nails slightly clawing at his hairy chest.
She whimpered, pulling back to gasp for air.
Craddling the back of her head, Negan kissed her ear, “I fuckin’ love the shit outta you Doll.”
His voice was deep, dropping the more turned on he became.
Taking his middle finger, ran it across the seam of her panties, “And this pussy? Baby, I’m goin’ fuck the hell out of this pussy. Everyone,” he bit down on her lobe, soothing the sting with his tounge, “and I mean everyone will know this pussy belongs to me.”
She tilted her head back, moaning, “Oh God,”
Negan took hold of her chin, making sure that she was looking into his eyes, “No baby, not God… Negan.”
Jared took a moment to think, and you held your breath in the green room, watching on the screen.
“One of the funny bloopers actually didn’t make the, uh, the gag reel,” Jared replied, and you instantly knew you were done for.
He cleared his throat, already smiling as he began to tell the story that you would never live down.
“So y’all know my gorgeous fiancée joined the cast this year.”
That got a cheer from the crowd, and you bristled with pride before you realised he was about to publicly embarrass you.
“Well y’all probably also know that, while filming, she’s been losing some weight before our wedding,” he continued. “She wants to feel beautiful in her dress, and even though she knows I think she’s gorgeous, she’s doing it to make her happier. Anyway, that’s just backstory. So Y/N’s character still wears the same kind of clothes, and she refuses to try other sizes on until she’s 100% certain they’ll fit.”
A few sniggers went around the room, people guessing where the story was headed.
“So yeah, she was wearing these pants that were at least one size too big, and we had to run, like, really run,” he started giggling, making the crowd laugh already. “And they fell down her thighs, and she fell right on her face.”
The crowd erupted in laughter and Jared had to shake his head, not finished yet.
“She wasn’t hurt, she was fine, but she was- she was wearing-” he was giggling too hard, “These joke panties Jensen got her as an engagement present, that said- they said- ‘If lost, return to JarPad’s lap’.”
The laughter doubled in volume as Jared doubled over in giggles.
“They caught it on camera, so we have the picture up in every single trailer,” he said once he’d calmed down. “We laugh about it now, but she was so pissed about it at the time.”
“She’s gonna be even more pissed now you’ve told all of us,” the fan commented, and he nodded, scratching the back of his neck.
Congratulations everyone! It’s been a month since the last episode, and we’re all still here - and better news yet, week 5 marks the half way point of our #shaumondays schedule, and half way to season 2B of Shadowhunters! This week, we’re going back into the unknown, and we can’t wait to see you take on the challenge of:
There’s a lot of opportunities in this one, and remember, there’s no rules on settings or what we expect as long as it fits the theme. Maybe someone takes a trip to Disney World? Maybe someone runs a Disney Movie Marathon? Do our gang end up tangling with characters we know so well? Or maybe it’s time to do a full crossover AU? You decide!
The usual reminders apply: make sure you tag your work as #shaumondays in the first five tags and tag any triggers your work might contain. If you can tag any otps and brotps, that would also help us out with sorting! Don’t forget if something goes missing, you can @ tag us, or just drop us an ask and let us know!
We accept all types of fanworks, but please remember all works should be created originally by you! We love seeing what you guys create and watching this blog fill up each week, so please keep your enthusiasm going! We’re nearly there! If you’re in need of some ideas, don’t forget to check under the cut!
If you have questions, just drop us an ask here and remember we have an ao3 collection for all your fics if you want to add them or just take a look at previous creations. Don’t forgot to whistle while you work!
Imagine Chris taking you to Rome for a romantic getaway. (Part D)
A/N: Part 5D. Oh God, this is so long. I’m so sorry, but we’re nearing the end. You can read the previous parts here: (Little Ones - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts; Baby Fever; and Memory Lane - Masterlist)
Chris straightened his tie in the full length mirror in the bedroom while you watched your reflection in the ensuite mirror fix your diamond earrings on. It was your last night in Rome and Chris had made a reservation for a sunset dinner at one of the hotel’s five star restaurant. Like everything else, it’d been a while since you and Chris went out to dinner together. Having a kid meant home cooked meals with the occasional take-out, never fine-dine restaurants because most had an age restriction and Jack didn’t really have the patience to sit quietly for hours. As good a child as he was, he was still a child who would rather eat at home so he could rush to the television after.
“Hey, babe.” Chris called as his eyes darted to the ajar door of the ensuite through the mirror. “You ready? If we want to catch the sunset, we should probably get going.” He refocused his vision onto his tie, furrowing his brows when he realized it was still a little wonky.
“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You called back as you touched up your lipstick. “Do you mind if we call home and check in on Jack and the guys before we head out? Halloween’s tonight, so Jack will probably want to hear from us.” You tousled your loose wave and swiped your hands over the front of your blue sequin shift dress before making your way out of the ensuite.
Chris turned around as you walked out; his eyes lit up because it was that dress he loved which paired nicely with his blue suit. He smiled then licked his lips and fist pumped, making you chuckle softly; he had the same reaction every time. “You look amazing,” he told you, holding out a hand for you to take so he could pull you into his arms.
“As do you,” you told him and straightened his tie for him, making him smile. “Let’s just quickly FaceTime home so we can go have dinner with just you and me.” You pecked his lips and he smiled grew wider. “What time is it there?” You quizzed as you pulled away, making your way to your MacBook.
“It’s six now, so it should be about one in Boston.” He answered, joining you at the table as you called Scott’s FaceTime. “Let’s hope they’re not too busy with their shenanigans to answer our call, ‘cause you just know they’re planning something big.”
“Is that jealousy I detect in your voice again, Chris?” You teased him, glancing over you shoulder. “Need I remind you that we’re about to have a romantic sunset dinner that will definitely lead to other stuff in the bedroom?”
“No need,” he chuckled. “I’m afraid that if you do, I might just make us skip the sunset dinner.” He joked and you laughed before turning back to your MacBook which was still ringing. “C'mon, Scott. Pick up the-” The call was picked up, not by Scott but by Jack who was already wearing his Captain America costume. “Hi, bud!”
“Hi,” Jack grinned, waving into the camera. “Look, I’m Captain America.” He jumped back, posing and making the two of you laugh. “Uncle Scott’s outside helping set up for tonight. Did you want to talk to him?” He asked, closing in on the camera.
“No, it’s okay. We actually wanted to talk to you,” you told him. “We just wanted to check in and see how things were going. You look so good, sweetheart. So heroic, just like Daddy’s Captain America.” His smile widened when you said that. “I’m sure everyone in the neighborhood is going to love you tonight.”
“Thanks, Mama. I can’t wait till tonight, I want to get so much candy,” he grinned. “You look pretty,” he leaned in and smiled, realizing the two of you were dressed up. “And you look handsome, Daddy.” Chris smiled, nodding in acknowledgement. “Are you going somewhere?”
“Just out to dinner, bud.” Chris answered. “You-”
“Jack,” Sebastian’s voice came through and Jack turned to look behind him. “What candy sho-” he cut himself off when he walked into your line of sight, realizing Jack was talking to the two of you. “Hey love birds,” he smiled, descending to his knees beside Jack. “How’s Rome? I know Chris must be hard at work, but surely you’ve had some time to explore.”
“Just a little,” Chris lied, trying not to smile when he heard you chuckle. “We’re just checking in, we’re about to head out to dinner.” Sebastian nodded in acknowledgement, passing Jack the bags of candy he had in his hands. “Thank you so much for helping us with Jack, and tell Anthony that too. We really appreciate the help,” he told Sebastian.
“No problem, man,” Sebastian smiled. “We are having an absolute ball here.”
“Mama, I have to go help put the candy in the bowls outside.” Jack told you and you nodded. “I’ll see you when you get back, okay?” He ran off before you and Chris could say anything else. “Uncle Scott! Do you want the bl…” His voice trailed off the further he got.
“We’re really glad to hear that, Seb,” you admitted, chuckling. “We were both a little worried about leaving him, but it’s good to know that he can handle our absence. I think it has a lot to do with you and Anthony though, but don’t worry-” you laughed. “We won’t make it a habit.”
“Honestly, I don’t mind,” Sebastian chuckled. “I didn’t have to pay for flights, my food and housing are taken care of, and I get to hang out with an awesome kid. As long as I’m not working, you can call me anytime. I am at your disposal,” he dramatically bowed, making both of you chuckle.
“Thanks, Seb,” you smiled. “We’ll see you guys when we get back, our plane lands at eight-thirty which is Jack’s bedtime so don’t worry about telling him or coming to pick us up. We’re just going to grab a cab and we’ll see him in the morning.”
“No problem,” Sebastian nodded. In the background, Jack called out for him. “That’s my cue,” he chuckled softly, getting to his feet. “Have a good night, you two. Don’t do anything Steve Rogers wouldn’t do,” he teased with a wink then hung up.
Chris chuckled softly and leaned in, whispering in your ear. “Aren’t we glad that I’m not Steve Rogers anymore?” His minty breath was warm against your reddening cheek; a smirk could be hear in his voice.
“Let’s just go to dinner, you dork.“
• • • • • • • •
The sunset was beyond compare; you overlooked it from the balcony where you and Chris had a private table booked. There were a bouquet of roses and a bottle of champagne waiting for you as the hostess brought the two of you to your designated table. Chris, like a complete gentleman, pulled out your chair for you before settling opposite you. You smiled at him; he was as handsome as ever and there wouldn’t be a day where you wouldn’t swoon at the sight of those piercing blue eyes and charming smile.
"I know you’re not a huge fan of the bubbly,” Chris began as your personal waitstaff poured both of you a glass of champagne. “I’d just like to make a toast,” he picked up his champagne flute and you mirrored him. “You don’t have to drink it,” he told you, chuckling when you made a face. “I’ve got them preparing your favorite, khalua and coke.”
“Aw, baby,” you smiled. “You just know me so well, don’t you?”
“Nine years does that to a guy,” he winked and you chuckled. “Now,” he cleared his throat. “I know we haven’t had a lot of time to ourselves these past couple of years with all our new commitments getting in the way, but I want you to know that I still treasure and love you.” You smiled. “I can’t promise we can run away from our responsibilities one week every year, but I can promise that I will make more of an effort to give you the romance you deserve. Like we said, it doesn’t matter how big or small the gesture is- it’s the thought that counts. I’ll admit that I’ve dropped the ball a little,” he chuckled softly.
“No you haven’t,” you shook your head, smiling. “Look at where we are, Chris. If you call this dropping the ball then-” you laughed, “what the hell have I been doing?” You brushed your leg with his and he smiled. “You’re doing fantastically as a husband, and even better as a father. I love you and I know you love me, you don’t need to buy me flowers or take me out to show me that because I already know that.”
“I know, but I always like the way you light up when I bring you roses.” He teased and you chuckled. “Either way, I think we should bring back our date nights. Every Friday, we’ll go to Russo’s and have dinner and just talk. I’m sure our parents would be more than happy to babysit for us, or Scott, or Seb from the sounds of things-” he chuckled. “But I don’t think he can afford to fly out on a weekly basis.”
“No, he can’t,” you chuckled. “But we’ve got friends and family in Boston that can help, so yes to date night.” You nodded and he smiled; you smiled back, watching him intently as you thanked your stars that he picked up your coaster nine years ago. “I don’t think you know how much I love you right now, Chris Evans.”
“If it’s any bit as much as I love you, Y/N,” he reached for your hand and smiled when your fingers touched. “I think I have a pretty decent clue.”
A week later and things started to fall back into the normal pace of things. Lucifer was still around, and still acting as if nothing had changed. It was better that way, and it was even better that Gabriel didn’t mind. Castiel continued to be himself as well. It left you thinking how Balthazar would react. You wondered if he would come around as often as he did before.
Gabriel burst through your bedroom door as you were getting dressed. You both could hear Lucifer’s footfalls coming down the hall. Gabriel quickly closed the door, not bothering to turn away from you.
“You’re still getting dressed cupcake,” Gabriel asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you okay? Usually you are in the library by now, or on a case with Sam and Dean.”
“I’m fine Gabriel,” you insisted. “I just got out of bed late.”
obviously (jongin) word count: 1746 w. genre: romance, fluff, slight!angst, valentines day!au summary:
even though it breaks your heart, you help jongin fill up the gift box for his valentine.
valentines day special ; pick your date minseok | junmyeon | yixing baekhyun | jongdae | chanyeol kyungsoo | jongin | sehun
The heartache started when you opened the door to a wide-awake Jongin asking you for a big favor.
“I know it’s too early for this but can you come with me to the mall?
I really need to put a gift box for my Valentine.” You can see how
Jongin acts antsy, his voice sounded distressed.
You can hear your heart crumbling to little pieces but you showed a
smile full of glee instead. “But isn’t it Valentines Day today?”
“Yes, it is.”
You scratched your head, confused. “Then why don’t you just take her out on a date later?”
“Because,” Jongin whined as he stomped his feet like a kid he was.
“She’s taking the evening shift and it ends by midnight. Most of the
restaurants are closed by that time. So, I’m giving her a gift box
“And what does that gift box consist?” You raised your brow completely puzzled on why it had to be you he had to drag along.
He shrugged in response. “I don’t know! I’m asking you to come with
me cause I’m a guy. I’m clueless about what girls want to get on
Valentines Day. Now, come on, we’re wasting time.”
Jongin grabbed your hand but you loosened from his grip. You planned
to just stay at home the whole day. Not spend it with the guy you like
and buy gifts for another girl, who’s clearly not you by the description
of it. “No, Jongin. Me and the girl have different preferences. This
“It will. You’re the closest thing I have to buying the perfect gift.
Please go with me,” And being the Jongin you knew for the past three
years you’ve spent in this college, he pouted and naturally, you melted
in your spot.
That is why you’re strolling around the mall, searching high and low
for the perfect gift for Jongin’s Valentine. If you look at the bright
side, you’re gonna spend the entire day with Jongin by your side. The
bad part was the time you would spend with him would equal to the
happiness another girl would receive in the evening.
“So, what type of flowers should I give her? Or any specific brand of
chocolates you’d recommend?” Jongin questioned, poking each food on the
shelf. You two were at the supermarket looking for, well, chocolates
and maybe gummy bears, as Jongin requested.
“I honestly think chocolates are overrated. I prefer gummy bears. But
since you specifically want chocolates then I recommend Milka. The one
with the oreo filling inside.”
You were rambling on and on about what flowers to choose and what
other things to put inside the gift box but Jongin seemed to be
preoccupied with his phone, typing away. His attention was completely
split in half because he would reply with a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ or sometimes
hum in response. At the same time, he’d continue texting whoever it was
he was texting.
Irritated, you stopped your tracks, “Jongin are you listening to me?”
“Huh?” He looked up. “Yeah.”
“Then what did I just say?”
With confidence covering his voice, he said, “You think white roses
are the most romantic flowers to give to a girl. You prefer gummy bears
over chocolates. You’d like to wear a backless dress but your mom
wouldn’t let you. And you hate it when someone serenades you.”
Your mouth was agape when he remembered every detail you said. Jongin
did listen to you the entire time. Amazing how he could multi-task so
easily. He continued, “Did I miss something?”
“No. You were spot on to be honest.”
Jongin flashed you a soft smile that you could almost hear your heartbeat reverberating in your ear. “Really? Good.”
The rest of the day went on smoothly. Both of you went to a boutique
to buy the last addition to the gift box. A dress. According to Jongin,
you were the same size as his Valentine. What caught you off guard was
that he revealed to you who his Valentine really was.
“Soojung?” Your voice quivered upon the name. The rumors were true.
They were really dating. “Soojung’s much more petite compared to me.
You’re probably mistaken.”
“No. I’ve seen everything. And judging from it, I think you two are
the same size,” Jongin calmly stated as his eyes raked your entire
figure. Your mind tried to process his words but it only converted to
poison that shot through your heart. He’s seen everything. He’s seen
everything of Soojung.
“Now would you please, please, pleaaase pick a dress out for Soojung.
For me?” He practically pleaded and it was hard for your part to say
no. Dumbfounded, you automatically nodded.
Jongin waited outside the dressing room while you changed into a
sleek black dress. Backless, of course, since it wasn’t you who’d be
wearing it for future dates with Jongin.
You closed your eyes and tried
to make the most of it. You imagined Jongin right in front of you in a
nice tux, enjoying your candle-lit dinner in some fancy restaurant down
the street. You tried to make the most out of your imagination but when
your eyes fluttered open, you were nothing more but a mannequin of what
has yet to be.
Nothing more than a second option.
Insecurities started piling up inside your mind. Taking a good hard
look at the mirror in front of you, you were convinced that Soojung
would look much better in the dress you were wearing. She’s definitely
much classier and much more beautiful than you. She was better than you
in so many ways.
You snapped out of your daze when you heard a knock. “Are you alright? Are you done in there?”
“I’ll be out in a sec,” You let out a heavy sigh as you gazed at your reflection once more. Always the second best.
Jongin held his breath the moment you walked out of the dressing
room. He hasn’t seen anyone who personified elegance accurately just
like you did. At that moment, he just wanted to snake his hands around
your waist, lock your arms around his neck and dance the night away
under the moonlit sky.
He imagined you shying away from how intense his deep brown orbs were
piercing right through you and that you would lean your head on his
neck as a slow song played in the background. Jongin would take time to
whisper all the sweet things he could possibly think at the moment. He
would take all the time in the world to whisper to your ear how
beautiful you were in that dress. Screw that. Jongin would tell you how
beautiful you are the entire time he knew you.
But, it was too late. Jongin had Soojung. You? You had no one and that squeezed Jongin’s heart painfully.
Jongin didn’t say anything and the silence was killing you inside.
Was it the dress that horrible on you? You averted your gaze to the
floor in embarrassment.
Come night time, you found yourself willingly dragged by Jongin to
the restaurant Soojung was working her shift in. The gift box was
wrapped in a pink box and a matching red ribbon.
You and Jongin sat down when he grabbed the gift box hurriedly. “Wait
there. I’ll look for Soojung at the staff room then we can go.”
“Oh,” Jongin halted then pulled out the black dress he bought. “I
just remembered Soojung doesn’t wear backless dresses. You can have it.
Think of it as my Valentines gift for you.”
Begrudgingly, you accepted his offer. At least you had something to hold on to even if it wasn’t originally meant for you.
Jongin scanned his surroundings. You followed his sight. “You might
want to change into that dress so you can blend in the surroundings. The
manager might call on you for not ordering. We wouldn’t want any
“I’ll be right back.”
You followed Jongin’s request. True to his words, Jongin came back
with Soojung trudging behind him. But Soojung wasn’t dolled up, it was
Jongin. He wore a nice tuxedo and a matching black bow to complement his
attire. On his hand, he carried a big box neatly wrapped. Bigger than
the one the two of you bought.
“Wait,” you said, shocked, “What’s going on? Why aren’t you in a dress? You should be Jongin’s date.”
“No,” Soojung beamed, handing you a menu as Jongin sat down opposite
to you. “It was you all along. He was texting me the things you liked so
he could give you that.”
Jongin handed over the box he was holding. “Look inside.”
There, a number of your favorite things was placed. Packets of gummy
bears. White roses. A cute pink teddy bear that had a heart tattooed on
it. Underneath all that was a box set aside at the corner.
“Jongin texted me everything while you two spent your time together.
Contrary to what everyone says, we’re just best friends.” Soojung added,
eyes crinkling as she grinned, “Jongin likes you. Very much.”
“Oh my god, is this really happening?” You lightly slapped yourself a
few times eliciting a chuckle from Jongin. “Y-You like me?”
“If spending the entire Valentines Day with you is still questionable then yes, I like you.”
You propped an elbow on the table, pouting. Droplets of tears
strolled down your cheeks. “Why’d you have to lie like that? I was in
pain the entire day. I thought you liked Soojung and you were just using
Jongin hugged you tightly. He wiped away the tears that fell. “Shh, I
would never use you. I only have my eyes for you. Only you. I’m sorry. I
never knew you were hurting inside. If I had known, then I wouldn’t
have done that.”
“Fine. I forgive you,” you said, composing yourself together.
Standing up, Jongin reached out his hand for you to take. “Now that
that’s done and you hate being serenaded, will you accompany your prince
to the dance floor and dance with him, milady?”
You intertwined your fingers with his before kissing him lightly on the cheek. “As you wish, my prince.”
note: my neck started to ache when i wrote this oneshot tbvh
🤦🏻 happy valentines day to jongin stans out there
🌹 shoutout to my twitter mutual, amina. this one’s for you
💖 | masterlist
Hi can I request a jax imagine where his wife had a baby and has a new
curvier shape with hips thick thighs that she loves but he hates cuz
guys are giving her more attention they fight which leads to makeup sex
after he embarrasses her
tw: smut, nsfw
I approached the TM, baby carrier seat on my hand and a bag of muffins
in the other. I first went through Gemma’s office to comply my mission of being
here, Gemma wanted to have some time with her grandchild and I couldn’t deny
how excited I was of spending some time off with my old man. I hadn’t finished
opening the door when Gemma was already hovering over the two months old, he
was babbling at the sight of his grandmother and I was smiling at the view of
my beautiful baby looking so happy.
“How are you Thomas?” she said to the baby, holding him close to her chest and smiling big at
him “And how’s the mama? You haven’t
been here in a while” she said and I nodded.
“I’ve been crazy busy with the new house
and getting Abel adjusted to the kinder garden” I said with a low voice and she nodded.
“Your body is looking amazing, mama.” She said and I laughed a bit, I loved the after birth figure but I
didn’t think my old man appreciated it as much, at the end roughly three times
in the last couple months we have had intimacy and I was craving for this day
for ourselves “At what time do I have to
pick up Abel?” she said taking me off my trance.
“Oh… 3.” I said and she looked at me with a knowing look “It’s nothing I swear” I said before hearing the roar of the
Harley’s engines “I’ll pick him up at 8”
I said while she smirked at me.
“I’ll take him to school tomorrow, don’t
worry mama” she said and I just
left the office to meet up with my old man.
I approached the guys and immediately put my hand around Jax’s body, he
looked at me with a smile and kissed me softly in the lips. I could feel the
guys looking at us and I separated from Jax to give them a clueless look, Jax
tensed next to me before sending a glare to his brother and they all dispersed
quickly. We both got inside the TM and I approached the guys, Jax following me
“I made muffins” I said and the guys cheered, if there was something I was great at
cooking were my berry and chocolate muffins.
“This is so good lass” said Chibs before kissing me in the cheek, leaving some crumbs on me
that Jax quickly took care off. Once again the weird glances just this time
accompanied by a bunch on crumbs around their mouths, Jax gave them all a glare
“Can y’all seriously stop” said Jax getting angrier.
“We are sorry, pres. We can’t exactly help
it.” said Tig and I
looked at Jax who went to poured himself a drink at the bar.
“What’s going on?” I said and they all guarded silence even Jax who had already his hands
on a whisky bottle.
“Don’t act all clueless about it,
sunshine. You know what you’re doing when you get out of the house dressed like
that.” He said and I felt
my blood boiling, I was wearing some jeans and a loose blue tank top, nothing
revealing but even if I was he didn’t have the right to speak at me that way. I
looked at all of them and nodded at Jackson before storming off the TM.
I got home in no time, and poured myself a glass of water to try and
calm myself down. I heard the familiar sound of Jackson’s motorcycle arriving
at the house and I expected him to come to the kitchen in no time but he took
his time probably collecting his idiotic thoughts. I heard the door open and I
knew he could see me from his spot on the living room, it wasn’t long before I
felt his presence embracing me but I took a few steps further away from him.
“Darlin’” he said taking a step to get to me, he gently pulled my arm to make me
look at him but I just moved my head to the side “I’m sorry, YN” he said but I still was still tensing at his touch.
“I didn’t mean that”
“You talked to me like if I dressed like
one of the CaraCara girls.” I said
lowering my head but he moved it to make me look at him.
“I’m a jealous prick, darlin’. I’m sorry” he said and I nodded slowly, lowering my guard.
“You have nothing to be jealous about,
Jax. You won’t even touch me why would anyone else do it?” I said in a whisper and I saw him lose his breath, he put his hand next
to my head putting our foreheads together.
“Why would you even think that, baby? I
love you so much, I love you so much I’m afraid of losing you” he said before kissing me softly, tears threating to spill from my eyes.
“I’ve been distant but it’s not because
of you, the club is going through some shit and I’m scared of losing you or
Abel or Thomas.” He said “And now I
have to add the fact that in any minute my own brothers will try to make a move
on my beautiful wife”
“They’re your brothers, Jackson. They love
you and respect you, plus it’s been already two years since the first time they
met me and they haven’t made a move since that first night” I said and he smiled nodding at me.
“But now they see the wonders the
pregnancy did to your body” he said
before grabbing my lower half, lifting me to put me over the counter to start
kissing my collarbone “Knocking you up
seriously was a blessing” he said and I laughed “Giving me a beautiful baby and all this” he said grabbing my ass
on his hands. He quickly took my pants off, kneeling in front of me before
start kissing my inner thighs. “So
beautiful” he said taking my panties off, he started kissing closer and
closer before looking up to me smirking. I was in heaven right that moment.
“Oh, Jax” I said when I felt my orgasm built up.
“Let go for me baby girl” he said going even faster in between my thighs while I kept my hand
buried in his blonde hair. “Let go baby”
he said before licking me through my orgasm. I was panting heavily when I
heard his buckle fall to the ground followed by his blue jeans that smirk still
on his face, he pushed my legs open one more time and put himself in between
them before sliding quickly into me, thrusting into me. “Oh fuck, babe” he said biting on my neck before burying his head
in the curve of my neck before he came and I followed him closely after.
I took a few minutes to compose myself and reached out to grab my shirt
and my underwear. “Done so fast?” he
said and I raised my eyebrows at him “I
thought I needed to make it up for all the time I was an asshole to my old lady”
he said and I smiled at him.
“I wished baby but I have to pick up the
kids from your mother’s” I said,
he hummed before looking for his phone in his pants.
“Mama” he said biting his lips looking at me “Can you take care of the kids for tonight?” he said and I smiled
at him “Thank you mama, love ya” he
said and I crossed my arms at him “C’mon
Mrs. Teller, you are in for the night of your life.”