Imagine Chris and the Avengers cast talking about you on Jimmy Kimmel.
You settled in your hotel room bed and turned on the television just in time to catch your husband, Chris Evans, and fellow cast members; Chris Hemsworth, Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Mark Ruffalo and Jeremy Renner live on Jimmy Kimmel. You were meant to be at the interview with them but your commitment with your new movie sent you to London instead, and so there you were watching them answer the questions you were suppose to as well about the movie you all had acted in six months ago.
The interview started and the cast took their seats. You smiled at how handsome Chris looked in the outfit you had told him to take with him; everyone else looked great too. Seeing them made you miss their company and you wished you had been able to join them on the couch.
“It is so great to have you guys here tonight,” Jimmy addressed them with a wide grin. “The movie isn’t even out yet and everyone’s already excited to see part two.” The audience cheered their agreements. “Thank you all for coming out. I know all of you are very busy which is why we’re missing a few cast members tonight.”
The cast nodded in acknowledgement of your absence as well as a few others.
“Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan, as well as your wife, Y/N,” Jimmy said to Chris and Chris nodded again, this time with a cute pout. “I heard she’s currently in London filming her next movie.”
“Yeah,” Chris chuckled. “She actually left for London like- a week after we wrapped up Infinity War. I headed home to relax and she went on to her next job, it definitely says a lot about our level of demand in the industry.” He joked and you chuckled softly. “No, I’m extremely proud of her. She’s up for an Oscar, did you guys know that?”
“How can we not? You talk about it all day every day,” Robert rolled his eyes as he pretended to be annoyed with Chris. “Even Y/N doesn’t talk about it as much as you do.” The room laughed. “No, seriously though- he talks about it all the time. Doesn’t he, guys?” He asked the cast for confirmation.
“All the time,” Scarlett and Jeremy nodded.
“Even Y/N tells him to shut up about it,” Mark chuckled.
“You’d think he was the one getting nominated,” Chris H added.
“He’s a proud husband,” Jimmy defended Chris.
“Yeah,” Chris laughed, “just leave me be.”
“He’s a lovesick puppy, that’s what he is.” Robert teased, glancing back at Chris. “Ever since the second he laid eyes on Y/N, he’s been head over heels for her.” The cast nodded and Chris blushed deeply, dropping his head. “You should have seen him the first time she walked on to the set, his eyes popped out of his skull and he became a huge blubbering mess.”
You giggled to yourself, remembering the day Robert was talking about. You’d been friends with Robert for quite a while now, having met on the set of ‘Sherlock Holmes’ in 2009. He was the one who took you around on your first day at the Marvel Studios and introduced you to everyone, including your husband. Chris was a huge mess the first time he met you, mainly because he was already a fan of your work and you were drop dead gorgeous in a black lace dress; he was a bit of a sucker when it came to lace.
“Yeah, okay,” Chris chuckled, “I’ll admit I was a bit of a mess when I met Y/N.”
“A bit?” Chris H scoffed then chuckled. “We were all embarrassed for you, dude. You’re lucky she’s ridiculously nice and ignored your rambling otherwise you wouldn’t be here with that ring on your finger. You lucked out with her, my man.”
“Oh trust me, I know.” Chris chuckled. “She reminds me everyday.”
He was joking- while you did remind him occasionally, mostly as a joke, sometimes when you were fighting- he didn’t need a reminder when it came to you. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you even before the first date.
The two of you clicked pretty much immediately and every day on set became like a scene out of a romantic comedy. It got to a point where Joss had to keep you two apart because you and Chris couldn’t be in the same room without flirting and/or ending up in a fit of giggles.
Your relationship with him progressed with MCU film franchise. You met and started dating on the set of ‘The Avengers’, by 'Captain America: The Winter Soldier’, you’d moved in with him, he’d proposed during 'The Avengers: Age of Ultron’, and by the time 'Captain America: Civil War’ came around you’d been happily married for almost a year. The end of 'Infinity War: Part 1’ called for your first pregnancy- which the two of you were planning on keeping a secret until the three month mark. And by the end of 'Infinity War: Part 2’, your little miracle would have been born and introduced to the world.
“I know we’re here to talk about the movie but can we just discuss your personal life for a moment?” Jimmy asked Chris. “You and Y/N have been married for a while now, do you think we’re going to see little Captain Americas and little Agent 25s running around anytime soon?”
You pressed your lips together when you saw Chris’ reaction. He looked like he was definitely dying to tell someone but the two of you made a promise and neither of your families knew yet so he kept his mouth shut and let Jeremy made the first comment.
“He’s enough of a child for the both of them,” Jeremy joked. “You should see them out and about, they paint the town red till the break of dawn. It’s no wonder they work together 'cause I don’t think anyone else can keep up with them.”
You laughed, suddenly glad you weren’t there to be teased.
“You two like to party?” Jimmy asked, chuckling.
“Why do you think they don’t have kids yet?” Mark chuckled.
“So they’re the ones you guys call to have fun, Chris and Y/N?”
“Definitely.” Robert nodded. “Those two are absolutely hectic.”
“Mm hm,” the entire cast nodded with all their thumbs pointed at Chris.
“Nooooo, we’re not going to do that!” Chris held his hands up in surrender. “We’re on TV, guys! Our parents are watching this. C'mon, if Y/N sees this she’s going to lose her mind. We promised her no embarrassing stories, so c'mon!”
“If she doesn’t want any embarrassing stories about her then she should settle down,” Robert said. “Hear that, kid?” He addressed you through the camera. “Become a mom and everything embarrassing you’ve ever done is wiped clean off the slate.”
You chuckled and picked up your phone, texting Chris the following words.
Just break the news, babe. We’ll call our families after the interview. I know we said we’d wait but it’s happening so we might as well tell people. I know you’ve been dying to tell them anyway so go ahead, you’ve got my full support. ❤️️
After sending the text, you turned your attention back onto the TV screen. Chris flinched and you knew it was from the buzzing in his pocket. He subtly pulled his attention away from Jimmy and the rest and took his phone out of his pocket to read the text. You saw his smile and you couldn’t help but smile back. He looked up at the screen and winked, knowing you were watching.
“Hey guys, um-” Chris cleared his throat and drew the attention onto himself. “I’ve got something to announce. Y/N and I have been keeping this a secret for a while now and um- she actually just decided it was time we break the news. She just texted me telling me to announce it right here on Jimmy Kimmel.”
“No my God,” Scarlett gasped and turned to Chris a knowing smile. “Is she-”
The rest of the cast turned to Chris with widened eyes and excited smiles, waiting for confirmation.
“Yup,” Chris nodded, smiling. “We’re expecting our first child.” He said and the whole room gasped.
“Wow!” Jimmy clapped. “That is- congratulations, you guys. Y/N,” he looked into the camera. “We wish you could be here with us. Congratulations, you two are going to make wonderful parents.” He said and you smiled.
“No way!” Robert’s jaw dropped, his excited grin visible as he turned from Chris to the camera. “I knew it,” he pointed to the camera and you chuckled. “I’m so proud of you, kid. I can’t wait to meet your little one.”
“Congratulations, man!” Jeremy slapped Chris on the back excitedly.
“Yeah, welcome to the dad clan. You’re one of us now,” Chris H shook his hand, grinning.
“I’m so happy for you guys,” Mark told him, smiling. “You’re both going to make amazing parents.”
“Thanks guys,” Chris grinned. “I’m very excited as well.” He turned his attention back onto the camera, speaking directly to you. “I couldn’t have asked for a better person to experience parenthood with and- I’m ready as long as I’ve got you by my side, sweetheart. I love you and I can’t wait to see you.”
You smiled, feeling your eyes water as you picked up your phone and texted him your response.
anonymous requested: Can you do a coach negan fan fiction where he looks out for one of his students because they’re getting bullied or somet thanks x
Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse) Summary: Coach Negan takes a liking to you and after he witnesses the bullying that you endure, he shows you just exactly how special you are. Word Count: 3,448 Warning: SMUT!!! Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who sent this request in! I was so excited to write this story. I mean, a Coach Negan fic? Yes, please. So, I hope whoever sent this in, enjoys this one-shot! I figured I’d add some smut because I just couldn’t help myself lmao. Enjoy! :-)
You stare at the closed door in front of you and take a deep breath for the third time tonight. You’re standing outside your boyfriend’s apartment, like you’ve done a thousand times before. It’s the same chipped and faded paint on the wood you’ve seen that has been etched into your memory, along with the same useless doorbell that never works- But it all feels different, because of what you’ve come here to do.
You are completely, totally, hopelessly in love with Daveed Diggs. He feels the same way about you, you know he does. He’s expressed it breathlessly between kisses, in dorky love letters, and in a song coupled with Lin’s awkward beatboxing in the background. And because the two of you are in love, you want to do what people who are in love do.
In the year that you’ve been dating he has mostly managed to keep his hands off of you. You never went much further than the occasional hasty make out session on the couch, but lately you’d been wanting more. You came to his apartment with the intention of finally, finally taking that next step with him. You are worried about one thing, though, since you are an absolutely clueless virgin. You’ve never done this before, but have always imagined how it would go… your first time being so intimate with another human being. Thinking it through from the last couple of days, you convinced yourself you had nothing to worry about. He’s always been so caring with you, and you’re not a child. You know how this works.
You finally knock on the door, smoothing out your dress and fixing your hair as you wait. You’ve chosen to wear something that you know makes you look irresistible-a short, sleeveless dress, lace tights, and your lucky heels, all in black. It should definitely do the trick.
Soft footsteps come closer, and the door opens to reveal your boyfriend, messy haired and as cute as ever.
“Hey, Y/N,” He beams at you, his brown eyes shining with joy from your surprise of just randomly showing at his door. He’s so cute that you nearly forget to respond.
“Hi, Dave. Mind if I come inside?” You smile back, trying to add an edge to your voice that you hope is anything near sexy.
“Not at all, sugar,” He ushers you inside and kisses your cheek as you brush past him. “What inspired this visit?” He hums against your neck, slipping his arms around your waist.
“Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see you. That’s all,” You reply coyly.
“Well, you’re always welcome here. I can never get enough of you,” He’s still smiling at you, although it’s more of a smirk now. Maybe he knows what you’re up to. Still in an almost-embrace, you drift into the living room and onto the couch.
“Do you want a drink? I could get us some beers,” Daveed asks.
“How about something a little more… sophisticated?” You suggest sinking your vision to his eyes, hoping that you’re still being subtle.
He must have caught on to your plan, because his eyebrows quirk up, like they always do when he’s in a playful mood. “Coming right up, doll,” he says and whisks to the kitchen and returns shortly with two blood-red glasses. When he gives you yours your hands touch and linger. It’s as if every time your skin has come into contact, from the kiss at the door to this quick moment, sparks have flown between the two of you. Even making eye contact with him over the rim of your glass has you feeling hot all over.
It doesn’t take long before both of your glasses are drained and you’re basically in his lap, toying with the buttons at the top of his shirt. You kick off your shoes so you can bring your feet up on the couch. Looking down at you, he pulls you closer to him, as if it were even possible. It’s still chaste and innocent. You’re only playing with each other’s hair, looking into each other’s eyes. His gaze keeps flicking down to your lips, which you had agonized over for some time, delicately painting on the perfect shade of red. Then his lips are on yours, soft at first and then building up to something dangerous and reckless. There’s teeth, there’s tongue, it’s filthy and you love it. Your lipstick is definitely ruined but you couldn’t care less.
He pushes you onto your back, suddenly harsh and commanding. He has total control over you, and you’re just helplessly needy, arching into his touch and chasing those wonderful feelings he’s giving you. There’s that sinful thing he does with his tongue, and the way he keeps grinding his hips where your dress has ridden up… It’s too much and not enough.
“Maybe we should… Mmf… Go to your room?” You ask as he stops his assault on your lips to nibble at your collarbone.
He simply nods, holding your hand on the way there and looking at you like he wants to devour you. He throws you onto the bed, making you squeak in surprise. “I want you, and I’m going to take you… I’ll make you mine, babydoll…” He murmurs and literally tears your tights off your legs. The amount of force he’s using begins to scare you.
Your dress is the next to go. Thankfully, he manages to keep it in one piece. Now you’re fully exposed, except for a thin lace bra which he makes quick work of. He’s straddling you at this point, and you can feel his erection straining in his skinny jeans. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” He growls as he takes in the expanse of your bare body. Even though it’s a compliment, it sounds almost predatory.
His clothes come off quickly. You want to take a second to let the fact sink in that you’re skin to skin with the love of your life, but he’s moving so fast you don’t have the time. It’s too frantic. Every touch is fleeting; every brush of your lips is too rushed.
“It’s been such a long time, sweetheart. You’re so gorgeous. I might have to skip the foreplay. I need to feel you, now,” He growls and pounces on you, and starts rutting his cock against your opening. It’s nice- but your eyes widen when you realize exactly how big he is. You were not expecting it to be so thick or so long, and you find yourself wondering how on Earth that is going to fit inside you. “Mmm… You’re going to feel me for days. You’ll be so wrecked when I’m through with you…” He’s pressing harder, sending prickles of pain throughout your body and your heart is racing. You want to back out, but it must be too late now. He’s starts to force it in you and it’s too much too soon- you cry out in pain.
“It’s okay, it will be better soon, it’s just been a while-” he begins to soothe you, his eyes closed and running his hands over your arms.
“No, no, no- I’m a virgin. I’m a virgin, Daveed.” You blurt out.
“You’re what?” He stops immediately, and pulls out to scoop you up in his arms.
“I’ve never had sex. I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” tears practically falling out as you admitted it. “I thought it would be fine, but you were being so rough, and you were bigger than I expected and…” You trail off, pressing your face into his bare shoulder.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Y/N.” He strokes your hair, kissing your forehead softly. “I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed that you’d done this before. I don’t know what I was thinking. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have made it better for you.”
“I don’t know.” You sigh. “I wanted everything to go smoothly.”
“That worked out really well.” He says sarcastically, trying to pull a joke. He must have noticed your worried expression because he adds, “I’m not mad at you, babe. Don’t worry. Just be honest with me in the future, okay?”
You nod meekly, and then smile at him, which he returns happily. Then he wraps you in another hug. “I didn’t say we had to stop. I only said we should go slower., You whisper, glancing at him and biting your lower lip.
“Will you be okay if I touch you?” he asks cautiously. He seems more afraid than you are, now. You find yourself unable to believe that he cares about you so much.
“Yes,” you breathe out.
He lets his hands run over you, in no rush. This time he worships you; he treats you like a queen. Daveed memorizes every dip and curve, delicately tracing every freckle and scar. It seems like an eternity before he reaches the place you need him to be. His fingers touch your clit hesitantly at first, but he moves faster as you let out whines and gasps of pleasure. “Do you like that, sugar?” he asks, smirking, obviously proud of the reactions he’s retrieving from you.
“Oh God, yes…” you cut yourself off with a moan when a finger enters you. It’s seconds before he finds the spot that has you begging for more and bucking into his hand. Then it’s joined by another, and you wince at the stretch but never stop the stream of noises and incoherent curses leaving your mouth.
“So wet… I think you’re ready, doll,” He retracts his fingers and guides you onto your back. He’s above you, now; knees braced on either side of you. You’re still shaking, but he’s still lending you soothing touches. Every time you look at him you find yourself reassured, somehow. It reminds you that all he wants tonight is to make you feel as special as he thinks you are. “I’ll be careful, I promise,” Daveed motions and kisses your forehead. Then he’s pushing in, as slow as he promised. He watches you carefully, ready to pull out at the first sign that you’re in pain. Your eyes are shut tight as you try to ignore the slight stretch. “Hey, look at me.” He tilts your chin up and you look at him. He’s absolutely bewitching like this, towering over you, beautiful eyes glinting and full of an intoxicating combination of adoration and lust. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” you say. He takes this as his cue to slide in fully, eliciting a pained whimper from you. Immediately he’s planting quick, sloppy kisses to your neck, mumbling apologies and promises about how good it’s going to feel. You’re not sure if you believe him until he starts to move. Somehow he’s managed to reach a place you never knew existed, and each time he rubs against it you’re overcome with such an intense want for him. You moan out loud, shamefully loud, and he grins against your skin. Heat spreads over you, radiating from every point where your body connects with his. He keeps making all these wonderful, lewd noises- groans and breathy “oh fuck”s and unintelligible praise. The unhurried roll of his hips is driving you mad with bliss, to the point where you’re almost delirious.
“You’re so perfect, Y/N,” He groans. You try to respond, but you’re so overwhelmed by aching need and the heavenly drag of his cock in an out of you that you can’t manage more than desperate panting. You’re trembling beneath him, consumed with unfamiliar feelings and a fire that keeps threatening to break loose in your body. Unfathomable ecstasy washes over you when he finds your clit again, rubbing it to the beat of his thrusts. “I want to see you become undone for me,” he purrs.
So you do. It’s everything you thought it would be- heaven, paradise, a high you know you could never get from any drug. Your release triggers his, and you watch his face contort in euphoria.
Still in a haze, you untangle yourselves. He pulls you close to him, your back against his chest. Both of you are sweaty and practically burning up from your previous activities, but you don’t mind at all. “That was… amazing. You’re amazing,” He mumbles into your hair.
“You’re not too bad yourself.” You giggle, exhausted from your adventure.
“I love you so much, you know that, right?” You turn to face him and he props himself up on an elbow.
“Of course I do. I love you, too,” you say, and you mean it. He smiles and pecks you on the lips.
God dammit if you weren’t the
most stubborn, strong-willed, unruly wildcat of a woman he’d ever met. Normally
Dean considered that a good thing. You were a kick ass hunter, and had
literally and figuratively knocked him off his feet the first time the two of
you met. He’d been a love-struck fool, pulling out all the stops to try and win
you over, using his best lines, turning up the charm - the whole nine yards.
And you’d laughed in his face, giggling at his attempts to hit on you, which
had been quite a shock. But somehow the chase was even better, and boy had you
given him one. It had taken months of friendship, getting to know you slowly,
working through all the walls, all the emotional barriers you had. You were a
challenge, a conundrum, but Dean loved every moment of figuring you out.
And when you’d finally opened up
to him and everything had fallen into place, he suddenly found that you might
just be his saving grace. Your spirit hadn’t changed and you were still feisty
as all hell, but you were caring. You had an enormous heart, and you were
fiercely loyal. Dean found that you calmed him down, had a settling presence
whenever you were around. You were home.
But good god you could be such a
pain in the frickin ass.
You were currently mad at him for
shamelessly flirting with a witness, and Dean, feeling rather insolent about
the whole thing, had defended himself when you brought it up. He’d done it to
get information, was just working the case to figure out what was going on.
That apparently hadn’t been a
After some yelling followed by a
slammed door and an evening of sullen silence and angry glares, you, Sam and
Dean went out for dinner. Unfortunately for Dean, the local sheriff’s deputy
was sitting at the bar, and after he gave you a wide smile, you’d joined him.
The two of you were well into your third round of drinks, and you were laughing
at something he said, leaning in to rest your hand on his shoulder.
“Oh boy,” Sam muttered
around his beer, making Dean’s head snap around.
“Oh, nothing,” his
brother said quickly, “It’s just he was checking her ass out this morning
at the station.”
“She’s just doing this
because of that witness,” Dean grumbled, glaring back over at you. He was
sure you could feel his gaze burning into the back of your head, but you didn’t
“Dean I’m sure she’s just
trying to get under your skin,” Sam offered.
“Yeah that’s not really
helpful, Sammy,” Dean growled, sparing him a glare before turning back to
glower at you.
“I’m just saying that you
know she isn’t serious. She’s crazy about you, man.”
“That doesn’t look serious
to you?” Dean demanded as that goddamn deputy put his hand on your thigh.
“Dean, calm down. She’s
trying to get a rise out of you.”
succeeding,” he snarled, tossing back the rest of his whiskey and pushing
out of his chair.
“Dean!” Sam called, but
Dean wasn’t listening. All he could see was that guy’s hand on your leg, and
the rest of his vision had become a blurred red.
“Y/N,” he barked,
making you jump slightly and look up, eyes wide and surprisingly guilty. Deputy
Douchebag just raised an eyebrow, seemingly unconcerned about the intrusion.
“We’re leaving,” Dean informed you. Those words seemed to change
something, though, and your gaze hardened.
“I’m having a nice time,
Dean,” you said dismissively, beginning to turn back towards the bar.
“Don’t think you understood
me, sweetheart,” Dean snapped, grabbing your upper arm, “that wasn’t
a suggestion.” He yanked you off the bar stool, making the deputy shoot to
“Hey, take it easy
now,” he said, holding his hands out.
“Don’t start with me,
moron,” Dean muttered, pulling you along easily across the bar despite
your vehement protests and struggling. Dean was grateful to hear Sam’s voice
behind him, calming down the concerned officer, assuring him that he would
never hurt you, that everything was just fine. You started yelling as soon as
the two of you stepped out into the cool evening air.
you snarled, “let go of me!”
“Nope,” Dean said
calmly, still leading you along through the parking lot.
“I swear to god, Winchester,
let go!” You shouted, but Dean ignored you, heading straight for the
“Get in the car,” he
“Screw you,” you spat,
finally yanking your arm free of his hold.
“Excuse me?” Dean
asked, his voice dangerously low. You were standing by the passenger door, Dean
in front of you with his arms crossed.
“You heard me. Can’t take
what you dish out, huh?” You asked with a bitter laugh, turning like you
were going to head back towards the building, “Fucking figures-” Dean
grabbed you, pushing you up against the car so fast you let out a little squeak
“I did not have my hands on
that woman, and I certainly didn’t let her feel me up,” he growled
right in your ear. He didn’t miss your shaky breath as he pressed his body
against yours, pinning you against the impala. “You. Are. Mine,”
he breathed, smiling smugly when you shivered. Despite your anger and general
dominant attitude, you absolutely fell apart whenever Dean got all
authoritative like this, showing a surprising amount of submission.
Dean took advantage of that
knowledge, running one hand up into your hair.
“Now you’re going to get in
the car and we’re going back to the motel,” he said quietly, lips brushing
against your neck as he tugged gently on your hair. Your eyes fluttered shut
and you let out a small noise that sounded suspiciously like a moan. “What
was that?” Dean demanded sharply, making you drop your head forward onto
“Yes, god yes, Dean…”
you moaned, making Dean’s pulse race.
“Good girl,” he said
quietly, planting a kiss on top of your head before opening the door behind
you. Surprisingly, you hesitated for a moment, the dangerous glint in your eyes
suggesting you might just disobey him. But with one last look, you ducked into
Image: Dark and Anti fighting on who can spend time with you.
You watched the two men in front of you, questioning if they really should be called men considering they were both acting like children. And why was this? Because the two decided to argue over who’s day it was to spend time with you. Of course you didn’t get a say in this matter so you watched the two boys argue and you were slightly becoming impatient, you only wanted to go to the movies.
“It’s my day! You had the human yesterday!” Anti hissed at Dark, glitching violently. They never even bothered to use your name unless it was to you and half the time it seemed like a chore to them. Dark was a little more polite and did use your name more, Anti however, not so much. When you asked him about it, he simply shrugged, saying that ‘The human’ was a nickname, but you knew that was a lie.
"The human has a name, isn’t that right, (Y/N)?“ Dark addressed you as you sat on the bed in your room, you didn’t answer, knowing Anti was glaring holes into your head. Dark whipped his head to Anti, glaring at him, "It’s rude to glare at others, Anti.”
“Hypocrite!” Anti said, now glaring at Dark.
You had had enough, “Guys-” But were quickly cut off by Dark,
“Not now (Y/N).” He stated, his hand raised as he continued to glare at Anti, “I’m gonna shove a knife down this kid’s throat."
Anti became more angrier the more time passed, "Not if I cut your head off first old man.” The pair had taken a step towards each other and it started to worry you. You never liked these fights, cause for one, your room would become a mess in the space of two seconds. The boys always fought messily and it annoyed you.
"It’s my day, I deserve it, I did the job for you last night so why can’t I go??!“ Anti asked Dark, nothing but venom in his voice.
"Shut up before I make you shut up.” Anti spat at you, your eyes going slightly wide.
You didn’t like it when he was angry at you. You were only going to ask what the job was from last night but that was out of the question…“I don’t care what you deserve, it is my turn, I treat people with respect unlike you.” Dark had hit a nerve, causing Anti to stand finger length away from Dark, glitching with fury, his claws beginning to show.
“NOT NOW (Y/N)!!” They both shouted at you, causing you to become angry, you were on your last nerve. You mumbled to yourself, getting up and working on a plan to make them stop. The pair hadn’t even noticed that you had disappeared to receive the pairs daggers.
The daggers always helped when they were like this or just when you wanted peace and time with your real friends, this was one of they times. You knew they would be super pissed with you when they found a way back but that was something you could always handle. You pulled out Anti’s dagger, shoving it directly into his back from behind, he shouted in pain before glitching away. Dark began to smirk, giving you the opportunity to pull his dagger out, stabbing him straight in the chest, he hissed in pain before disappearing in a puff of black smoke.
You threw the clean daggers onto your bed, grabbing your jacket before making your way out of the now peaceful room.
Note: Me trying to get something out on time is, like, unicorn rare. I’m so sorry I’m traaaaash. I wanted this chapter to be way longer and more eventful, but I wanted to go ahead and post what I had done for you guys. I promise the next wait won’t be as long as this one. I’ve been rather busy the past few weeks, but I’m finally getting time to be more active. Also, if you wanna be tagged, let me know, I lost my tags yet again when my other phone broke 🙃
“Trust is hard. Knowing who to trust, even harder.
~ Maria V. Snyder
You followed behind Negan as quickly as you could, trying to keep up with his pace. You were too afraid to speak up about anything, and didn’t know if mentioning how the other wives acted suspiciously towards you would only make him turn on you. But you knew too well that for every moment he actually scared you, he was also making you 5 times more attracted to his angered demeanor.
“If I find out that Dwight fuckin’ helped her-” He spat, you could hear the hostility oozing out of him with every word he spoke. He didn’t even seem to be speaking directly to you anymore, it was like an open warning to himself of what he would do to Dwight if he found him guilty. Once you made it down to the apartments, Simon and a few of the other men had quietly gathered outside of a door that you could only assume was Dwight’s room. These were different apartments than the floor that Eugene and David stayed on. Negan gave a sigh that sounded more like a growl than anything else.
“Well, are you waiting for, a fuckin’ initation? Give D a fuckin’ wakeup call.” Negan ordered, pointing Lucille towards the door. You made sure to keep your distance from the situation as you watched Simon and the other men circle around the door, and before you could blink they had simultaneously rammed themselves against it, busting the lock open as it swung open. They rushed into the room and you could hear the sounds of the struggle inside. Negan walked up to the doorway, Lucille perched on his shoulder - her usual spot. Her rightful spot as Negan would say.
Your curiosity got the better of you, and you walked up behind him to see all the men holding down Dwight on the small mattress that he was laying on, it was now stained with blood that was flowing from Dwight’s nose as they gave him his ‘punishment’. You looked on in shock, not so much for the fact that it was violent, but for the fact that this was one of Negan’s main men that was getting beaten within an inch of his life right in front of you. It only reassured earlier thoughts that no one was safe if Negan thought they betrayed his trust, but as violent as it was, you understood that it has to be done. Negan couldn’t risk letting anybody walk over him, not even for the slightest thing. A loud, sharp whistle from him got the attention of his men, making them stop dead in their tracks once Negan thought that they had given Dwight enough. They pulled him up into his knees as he slumped over submissively at Negan’s feet one of his eyes was already swollen and the blood from his nose was now dropping down onto the floor, pooling at his knees.
“It’s come to my attention that I am short a fuckin’ wife, D. Can you guess which fuckin’ one?” Negan said in a firm tone as he looked back down to him.
Dwight raised his head up slowly, meeting Negan’s gaze, his face was blank as he shook his head timidly in response.
Negan cleared his throat and gave him a smirk, “Sherry. I guess you also don’t have any fuckin’ idea where she went either?”
Dwight wiped some of the blood from his nose, “I haven’t seen her. I didn’t know she was gone.”
Negan nodded, “I wanna fuckin’ believe you, D. You’re one of my best goddamn men, and it’d be a damn shame if it turned out that you aren’t fuckin’ loyal.”
“I am..” Dwight answered.
Negan blinked as he stared back down at him and gave a smug smile, “We’ll fuckin’ see, won’t we?” He looked back up to the other men, “Simon, take him down to the cells, and give him a real fuckin’ cozy one. Let him relive his earlier fuckin’ days here.”
Dwight dropped his head again as Negan said this, he knew what it meant. Negan was unsure if he could really trust him at this point and locking him up was the best way to see just how loyal he was. You were surprised, he could have smashed Dwight’s skull in if he wanted to, but he didn’t. He was getting off easy, and he knew it, too. Simon pulled him off the ground quickly with no fuss and they walked past you, and Negan. Negan stopped one of the men you only knew as ‘Dave’.
“Davey, search the fuckin’ room for me. Let me know if you see anything suspicious.” He said, putting emphasis on the word suspicious.
“Yes, sir.” He said in a dull tone as he turned back towards the room, his eyes landing on you for a few seconds too long as he did. You didn’t know what it was about that man, but you got a sick feeling in your stomach anytime you saw him, and always did your best to keep your distance.
Negan let out a frustrated sigh as he leaned back against the door. You took a small step forward and leaned against the other side of it. You wanted to speak, you wanted to say something to try to calm him, but you were stumped and didn’t know what you could tell him. All you could manage to croak out was, “What now?”
He blinked at you, running a hand through his hair, “I’m gonna go see what the fuck the other wives know.”
You gave him a nod, “Probably best if I stay around here then. You know my presence isn’t a welcome one.”
“Keep a fuckin’ eye on things then, darlin’.” He said as he began to walk past you, brushing his hand over your chest as he went. You gave him a smile before he turned the corner and disappeared out of sight. You let out a tired sigh and laid your head back against the wall for a few moments, if it wasn’t one thing it was another around here. Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash inside of the room, you peered around the corner of the door to see Dave wrecking Dwight’s room, and breaking things he had no reason to break, and that became obvious when he picked up a lamp on a nearby table and smashed it into the stone floor of the room.
It rubbed you the wrong way and you narrowed your eyes as you watched him, “I don’t think all of that shit is necessary.” You called out to him over the loud noises.
He stopped momentarily as if he wondered who was talking and turned back to you. His eyes lingered over you again before he finally spoke, “And who are you to tell me how to do my fucking job?”
“Nobody of course. But this is a little uncalled for, Dave.” You spat back at him, crossing your arms.
Just to emphasis how much he didn’t care, he pushed a stack of books off of a shelf before walking forward to you. Charming.
“You’ve got a mouth on you.” He growled as he stood in the doorway.
“I do when I see you and the others doing stupid shit. Maybe Negan doesn’t see how much of an asshole you actually are, but I do.”
He smiled and took a step forward, doing his best to intimidate you, “It’s a damn shame he doesn’t believe in beating you bitches.. If I was in charge, you’d have a black eye right now.”
All of your nerves seemed like they were set on fire at once as soon as the words left his lips, your hands twitched, curling into fists without your control, and every fiber in your being was screaming for you to shoot this fucker, but you didn’t wanna become known as the girl that shot anybody she didn’t remotely like - even though you were justified majority of the time. You held your tongue and kept a straight face as you looked back at him.
He smirked and gave you a nod, “Nice talkin’ to ya.” He said in mocking tone before he walked away. Your eyes followed him until he was out of sight, when he was long gone, you let out a long shaky breathe. You were so angry that your head felt like it was going to explode, this situation wasn’t over, but there was a time and place for it. And with that being done, you left the scene, heading to David’s room.
He had made his way back upstairs to his own floor, he had given his anger time to simmer down - although he was still prone to having an explosive outburst at any moment. He was going to get to the bottom of what was going on one way or another. Once he got to the door of the wives room, he tapped on the door rapidly with Lucille barbed end before pushing it open. The wives all looked around lazily until they saw who it was, once they saw that it was him, they all perked up happily as they watched him stepping through the door.
“Ladies.” He acknowledged them with a smirk as he looked around to them one by one. They all have him nods, and some of them, putting on the best shit eating grins they could muster. He gave a coy smile when he saw the redhead holding Judith in her arms. He laid Lucille down on a table and walked towards her, reaching his arms out, taking Judith in his arms, “And how is this angel doing?” He asked, cradling her in his arm as the toddler beamed up happily at him.
The wife smiled, “She’s fine. She’s kinda difficult at times, but we’re managing.”
Negan shifted his eyes to her, then back to Judith, “Good. Keep her happy, shouldn’t be too fuckin’ hard, Frankie.”
The redhead have him another nod as Negan passed Judith back over to her. He cleared his throat and walked back to the middle of the room, making sure he had their undivided attention, “It shouldn’t be a fuckin’ secret to you girls that I’m here for more than one fuckin’ reason.” He said, his tone getting serious again.
The wives all seemed to drop their smiles at once as he spoke once they realized he was here for business, not pleasure. He looked around to them, but none of them looked inherently nervous.
“Anyone wanna take a fuckin’ guess?” He smiled, that usual look of danger flickering in his eyes, “Remember that the reward for telling the goddamn truth is simple: you get to keep your position in this little fuckin’ lap of luxury, and I won’t send your sweet asses downstairs to work like a fuckin’ dog for your place here.”
They all went silent, you could have literally heard a pin drop in the room. It seemed that even Judith could pick up on the rising tension as her cooing and babbling of no distinct words had stopped.
Frankie shook her head, “What’s wrong, Negan?”
He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, “Any of you seen Sherry lately?”
Those were the only words it took for a look of fear to spread over each of their faces.
“No.. Is she- is she okay?” Frankie asked, giving him a weak smile.
He shrugged, “I wouldn’t fuckin’ know, sweetheart. It appears she fuckin’ hightailed it out of here recently.” He licked his lips and pointed to her, “Would you, or any of you happen to fuckin’ know how that is?”
She shook her head quickly, “No, of course not.”
“Really? Because I’m thinking that somebody fuckin’ helped her. I’m also fuckin’ thinking that, maybe she’s the one that let Daryl out of his goddamn cage, too.” Negan’s jaw flared, his anger growing quickly.
Frankie mouth parted as she stumbled on her words, not knowing what to say this time, “I’m sorry, Negan.. We-”
She was cut off quickly by one of the other wives. A darkhaired woman named Tanya.
“We know who.. But we were afraid to tell you.” She cut in quickly before Frankie could say anything else.
Negan shifted his eyes to her, glaring, “Who the fuck did it then, darlin’?”
“We know she’s your favorite, so we were afraid.” She paused for a moment studying Negan’s face, “It was (Y/N), she helped Sherry..”
“Bullshit.” His eyes narrowed.
“It’s true, Negan.” Frankie spoke again. Her eyes were wide as they darted back and forth in their sockets, “She threatened us.. She told us that she’d kill all of us if we said anything, and of course we believed her.. Because of Amber.”
Negan took in a breath, not knowing who or what to fucking believe at this point, “Amber brought that shit on herself, sweetheart. Why the fuck would she help Sherry?”
“She wants to get rid of all of us, Negan. She hates us. You know that.” Tanya cut in again, crossing her arms over her chest.
Negan’s blood was boiling in his veins. He ran a hand over his face, his skin was heated and his body went tense. It wasn’t some shit he wanted to believe, and for the most part he didn’t, but what if they weren’t lying? What if you really had helped Sherry just to get her away from him? He turned without a word as he walked to the door, snatching Lucille off the table. He turned his head back to the women all standing in the room, waiting for his response.
“Appreciate the fuckin’ help, ladies.” He said, sourness was in his tone. After that, he turned and left the room without another word. It was the calm before the storm.
It had been a while since you had seen or heard anything from Negan, but you knew he was probably doing whatever he could to get any information on where Sherry was. You walked the grounds of the sanctuary with David by your side.
“What exactly is going on around here today? Things seems more hectic than usual.” He asked as looked around.
“One of the wives disappeared.” You said, slowly turning your head to meet his gaze, not wanting to see that look of judgement in his eyes, but this time there was none.
He shrugged, “Guess that’s good for you, huh?”
You bit your lip, holding back the smirk your face was desperately trying to form and you managed to shake your head, “Not necessarily. It just means Negan is gonna be in a bad fucking mood.”
“Remind me to stay extra far away from him then.” He said and chuckled lightly.
“Everyone should probably steer clear of him if she isn’t found. Just stay with me and do what you’re told, and it’ll be fine.” You glanced back over to him, giving him a serious look.
“Hope you’re right.”
You shrugged, “Why would I lie?”
“I’m not saying that you are, I’m just saying. He’s pretty volatile in general.” David said bluntly.
You nodded back. You couldn’t fault him for that, Negan was indeed very volatile and you knew that very well. You and David were headed to the cafeteria to check on Katherine and Ben since you had assigned them the job of helping Brian, and that also meant that they were out of your hair most if the time, and you didn’t have to keep up with them much, other than the occasional check in to make sure they were actually working. You opened the door to the building when you heard your name being called. You already knew it was Simon by the tone of voice, you turned to see him jogging towards you, a serious look on his face. You glanced to David who gave you a raised eyebrow, not knowing what was going on anymore than you did.
“What it is?” You asked, tapping your foot in the ground.
“Negan wants to see you in his room.” He said, catching his breath. He must have run all the way down to you from the floor you and Negan stayed on.
“Simon, I need to check on my workers.”
“No. He said now, (Y/N).” Simon gave you a stern look, letting you know that he wasn’t joking around.
You breathed in and let the door close, “What’s it about?” You asked suspiciously.
“Ask him. Just get the fuck up there before you get me in shit.” He snapped as he passed by you, heading into the building.
You threw a hand up, “Fine. I’m going.” You growled, turning back to, David, “Looks like I’ve got to go again.. Do you mind?” You said gesturing to the inside of the building.
He shook his head, “No worries, I’ll keep them in line. Sounds like you better go see what your.. Husband wants.”
You smiled, laying your hand on his shoulder thankfully before you turned back around, heading off in a separate direction.
“Hey” He called out, making you turn back to him.
“For what it’s worth, I think I’d be more upset if you were the one that was gone.. Y'know, if I was him. Seems like you’re more valuable than half the people here.” He said, lifting one of his shoulders.
“Wishful thinking.” You smirked and dropped your head to the group before looking back up at him, “thank you.” You said softly before turning again to leave. You were taken back by his comment, David had never given you what was basically a compliment before.
It was quiet upstairs when you got there, as you walked down the hall, there was no noise of any kind and you had to admit it was eerie, and part of you was already nervous what this urgency with Negan was about. What could possibly be so important that you of all people needed to leave your job to come upstairs? Part of you thought maybe it was just for sex, but you knew Negan would have fucked you anywhere at anytime, and he wouldn’t have sent some else down to get you.
You took a breathe as you stood outside of the door, turning the knob to enter the room. You kept your gaze to the floor before you looked back up, he was sitting on the couch that sat in the middle in the room, Lucille laying in his lap. He didn’t say a word to you as his eyes met yours, he seemed calm, but you knew too well that what seemed, and what was the truth were two completely different things when it involved Negan.
You tried to break the tension that you felt by walking over to the makeshift bar, pouring yourself a drink.
You turned back around. He cleared his throat roughly morning you towards him, his eyes narrowed. You took a generous sip, wanting to calm your nerves as quickly as possible, you hated it when Negan was able to see that he was making you squirm. You got up the courage to walk over to him, sitting next to him on the couch.
“What was so important that you needed me up here for?” You said and instantly regretted it once you realized how bitchy you sounded.
He shifted his eyes back to you, squinting, “You mean you don’t fuckin’ know, darlin’? He sucked me his teeth angrily.
You gave gave him a puzzled look as you thought about it for a moment, you were genuinely stumped, and didn’t understand what the fuck he was talking about.
You shrugged, taking another large sip of the liquor, "No, I don’t.”
He shifted in the seat and ran a hand across his mouth, his eyes trailed over you.
Without warning he snapped on you.
He slapped the glass out of your hand as it smashed into the ground, glass shards flying everywhere.
He lunged at you, his hands wrapped around your throat while he pinned you to the cushion of the couch. You gasped for air as he startled you, but you weren’t completely scared of him, part of you had become desensitized to violence - even when it was happening to you. The other part of you was already extremely turned on, and you knew how wrong it was, but as usual, you didn’t give a shit.
He pressed down on your neck harder as you looked up into his eyes, you could see the rage flickering them.
“What the fuck is your problem?!” You chocked out as your hands wrapped around his, trying to relieve the pressure he had on your neck as you tried to pry his grip open, but it was no use he over powered you so easily that it was ridiculous. He finally brought his other hand up to rest above your head, and you were starting to get worried now, because in his grip was Lucille. Your eyes shifted towards her then back to him. Was this It? Was this finally how you were gonna meet your end, at the hands of the man that you loved? He leaned his head down closer to yours, gritting his teeth.
“(Y/N), baby, I don’t wanna fuckin’ hurt you. I don’t fuckin’ enjoy this shit, but if I find out you’ve fuckin’ betrayed me, that i cant trust you.. That’s just not gonna fuckin’ fly with me, darlin’.” He growled, he kicked your knees apart as they were drawn up against your chest, he nuzzled himself between them to get a better grip on you, trapping you beneath him, but you were still turned on by him - even more so now. You bit the inside of your cheek so hard, you tasted the metallic taste in your mouth as your teeth cut through the skin. You didn’t feel any pain only the intense ache you have for this man as it increased ten fold
You closed your eyes hard as you loked back up a him, squinting, even more confused now, “What the hell are you talking about?” You snapped, starting to get mad that he was insinuating you were fucking him over.
“Word is, you’re the fuckin’ one that let Sherry out, babydoll.” He said, his forhead creasing.
“Who the fuck said that?” You coughed, trying to press up against his grip.
He didn’t say anything, he just raised an eyebrow, waiting for your next answer.
“Why would I do that, Negan? I’d gain nothing from it.”
“But you would have liked Sherry out of the fuckin’ way.” He said calmly.
“Of course.” You said bluntly, “I’d love to see all of them gone, but I didn’t fucking help her.”
He smiled and tightened his grip on Lucille, his other hand working it’s way up to your face, grabbing it roughly, pulling it up closer as he made you look him in the eyes, “Don’t give me a fuckin’ reason to not fuckin’ trust you, darlin’. You saw where Dwight went. I’d hate to have to lock your pretty ass up, too.”
“Negan, you know how I feel about you.” You said, your expression remained calm, “I wouldn’t do whatever you think I’ve done.
He sniffed and shifted his eyes away from you, not wanting to look at you, "We’ll fuckin’ see. You and Dwight are gonna fuckin’ find her. Understand?”
“She’s not gonna come with me even if I did find her, she hates me.”
“Then you better find a fuckin’ way to bring her back, darlin’. As of right now, I’m fuckin’ looking at you and Dwight extra goddamn carefully.” He said, a dangerous expression dancing in his eyes as he spoke, “Fix it.” He growled, kissing you roughly on the lips before he lifted himself off of you, pulling you up onto your feet with him. You looked at him, your jaw was flaring in anger, you didn’t even know what to say to him. You were both locked in what seemed like a never-ending competition.
“Let’s pay Dwight a fuckin’ visit.” He said slowly, turning to head for the door. You followed him quietly, your anger hadn’t budged and all you could do was think about was the shit he had just pulled, not the physicality of it, because that part you had enjoyed and it didn’t shame you to admit that, but if this is what he thought of you, then you wished you really had done away with Sherry. At least then he’d have an actual reason to lose his cool. You wondered who had told him that you were the one that helped her leave, but it didn’t take long for you to piece together that it had to be the wives. You remembered how suspicious they acted yesterday when you questioned them about Sherry, at some point they must have decided to turn it all on you to make it seem like you were involved with it, but you were positive they probably made no mention of how suspicious they acted when you asked them where she was yesterday - before the rest of you knew she was missing.
You looked over to him, realizing how he came to his conclusion, “Whatever they told you is a lie.” You said matter-of-factly, letting him know that you knew.
“I hope for your fuckin’ sake it is, darlin’.” He looked back over to you the disappointed look on his face overshadowing the anger.
He knocked hard on the cell door with Lucille, you could hear the sudden, startled movements from Dwight on the other side of the door, “Good fuckin’ mornin’, sunshine.. is it still as goddamn cost in there as you remember, D?” He paused, chuckling to himself as a leaned against the door, “Bet you didn’t fuckin’ expect to end back up in this position, huh? You spent a long goddamn time on the wrong side of this door, Dwight. But I wanna talk about now.”
You shifted your weight on your fet as you watched Negan talking to Dwight through the door.
“See, I had my men looking for your little failed fuckin’ project Daryl, and I’m sure you can fuckin’ guess we came up empty handed. But to my goddamn surprise, D, it seems that Sherry ended up disappearing right around the same time. Would you fuckin’ know anything about that? Because thats a pretty big fuckin’ coincidence - her taking off right after Daryl.. Oh, and he didn’t fuckin’ force his way outta there.. Nah, somebody opened the door for him.”
“It wasn’t Sherry.” Dwight finally called back in a muffled tone through the door.
There was silence as Negan stood there in thought, he lifted his head up, taking in a deep breathe as he craned his head towards you, his piercing gaze meeting yours eyes. He finally cleared his throat, “Was it you, Dwighty boy, did you open the fuckin’ door.. I mean, this shit was supposed to be the other way around, you were supposed to break him. Did he break you? Hell, you have some legitimate grievances. Are you changing your stripes on me.. Are you starting to fuckin’ see things differently?” He banged on the door with Lucille again, “Shit, after everything that’s gone down, who are you, Dwight?”
There was a few seconds of silence before Dwight’s voice sounded again, “I’m Negan.”
You could see the manipulative smile on Negan’s face as he stuck a key into the lock in the door, opening it up. You moved over, getting a better look at Dwight. You could we his face was swollen from the beating he had received earlier, blood had dried on his forehead from a cut. He covered his eyes, trying to adjust to the harshness of the lights in the corridor. He slowly pulled himself up onto his feet, to stand in front of Negan. He looked over to see you standing to the side, a look of defeat on your face.
“You’re not the only fuckin’ one in trouble, D.” Negan said in a deep tone, looking back to you, “I’ve got the fuckin’ wives blaming her for Sherry, and on the other hand I have you, Dwight, and it’s pretty goddman obvious why I’d think it’s you, right?”
Dwight nodded, “..Yeah”
Negan eyed Dwight, carefully studying his face, looking for any hint of guilt or deception.
“You think you know where Sherry went?”
“I have an idea.” Dwight answered.
“Good. You- the both of you.” Negan said pointing to you, “Are gonna go out and find her. You work this shit out, and get her back here.”
“Just keep in mind that (Y/N) Is still a wife, and you’re fuckin’ obligated to keep her safe. If she suddenly goes fuckin’ missing.. again.. I’ll have no goddamn use for you anymore, D. Do you understand?” Negan spoke, his tone getting more serious.
“I understand, Negan.”
Negan gave him a nod, “Good. Gather up whatever you need and head out.”
He left soon after, leaving you and Dwight with a task you didn’t even know if you could complete.
A/N: Back at it with more of the Chris Evans Mini-Series Spin-off! This is Part 1 of Chapter 4 which is called ‘Miss Graduate’. And as always, it’s just fluff, fluff, and more fluff. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and 'She Said Yes’ - Masterlist) Enjoooooy 😁❤️
You stood in front of your mirror in your graduation cap and gown, smiling at yourself with great pride. You couldn’t believe it, the day was finally here. You’d made it through hell and high water, but you were finally graduating. You lifted your head to keep the welling tears in your eyes; you did not want to ruin your makeup before you even got to the ceremony.
Chris poked his head into your room and immediately smiled when he saw you. To say he was proud of his girl was an understatement, as he was more than just proud of you. He wished he could tell you what he thought, but there were simply no words to express how he felt seeing you in that graduation cap and gown. The feeling was mutual when you went to his Broadway debut, to his 'Avengers: Infinity War’ premieres, basically to anything that involved showcasing his undeniable talent. There was a sense of excitement, and pride, and adoration; just a huge mess of positive emotions. Now Chris wasn’t only feeling all that because you’d achieved something amazing, it was also because your graduation meant you were soon to move in with, and eventually marry him. Those two things were something he’d been dreaming of since he’d met and fell in-love with you; with his beautiful, talented, and perfect other half.
You spotted Chris in the mirror and smiled. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame, “you look very dignified.” You chuckled as you turned, shooting him a quick wink. “You ready to go? 'Cause Ava is, she’s downstairs in the car with Seb.”
Yes, your best friend was graduating alongside you, top of her class whereas you came third in yours. Ava was a year younger than you, but you’d gone into university at the same time due to your gap year. You were glad to have taken that gap year, as you couldn’t have imagined doing that wild ride without her. She was like a substitute for your mom, who you were thick as thieves with. She reassured you, kept your grounded, read your work and gave you honest reviews, took care of you, and showered you with endless love and positive vibes. Ava was pretty much your sister from another mother, and your mother’s second daughter; she was your family. So as excited as you were to move in with Chris, it was going to be heartbreaking to leave the apartment you shared with Ava for three years. You were going to miss seeing her face every morning and every night, though she swore she was going to hang around your new home so much Chris would think she’d moved in too.
Speaking of Ava, her and Sebastian were now officially a couple- hence why he was attending the graduation ceremony. After that dinner at Chris’- where their obvious chemistry could not be ignored- they casually dated for a little while, doing a little bit of a long distance thing as Sebastian had to go back to New York after his shoot. But when he was in Los Angeles, or when he invited her to New York- they went on dinner dates and movie nights and short romantic getaways in and around Los Angeles and New York. It was always superbly romantic and Ava would always return home with a huge smile on her face. It was fairly obvious they both wanted something more, but were afraid to jump too quickly as they didn’t want to get hurt or hurt the other person. So they tested the waters, took things incredibly slow to see if things between them was something that could last them a lifetime. They were insufferable, but a little less than you and Chris were considering they were actually dating. Six months after their first proper date, they announced that they were officially a couple. Sebastian posted about her on Instagram, they trended on the World Wide Web, and you and Chris popped the champagne.
“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You walked over to the left side of your bed- the side where Chris usually slept when he slept over. “There’s something I want to give you before we go.” You took off your heels before you got on your hands and knees, searching under your bed for your secret box of secret things. Chris watched you curiously, pushing his weight off the door frame and onto his feet. “I’ve been working on it before you even knew I existed, I just didn’t know how I was going to give it to you.”
“You didn’t know how you were going to give something you’ve been hiding under the bed to the man who sleeps in said bed?” He teased and you chuckled, slipping your heels back on as you got back on your feet. “Oh God,” Chris chuckled when he saw what you had in your hand; a leather bound notebook in your favorite color- Tiffany&Co’s signature blue. You held it out for him to take, biting back your smile. “You’re going to make me cry like a fucking baby with this book, aren’t you?”
“Probably,” you nodded and he chuckled, smoothing one hand over the surface of the notebook. “I was going to save it until the night before our wedding, but um- I decided to stick with my original plan instead. You know, the one I had before I knew I was going to end up marrying my idol.” Another low chuckle escaped his throat. “And that was to somehow get it to you on my graduation day, so,” you beckoned your head at the book.
“I shouldn’t start reading it in the car, should I?” He asked.
“Not if you want to look pretty for the pictures,” you shook your head and he cracked a smile, nodding in acknowledgement. “You can read it whenever you want, but I can promise that a cry baby like yourself-” you teased him and he laughed, “you’ll cry when you read it.”
“I’ll save it for when I’m alone then,” he told you, setting the notebook down on the top of your dresser. You watched him as his hand remained on top of the notebook, eyes contemplating whether or not he wanted to read it now. He was curious and it was obvious, but he also took your warning fairly seriously; you were very good at making him cry with your writing. “Why’d you have to give it to me now?” He both groaned and chuckled simultaneously.
“Because I’m a sucker for cliffhangers,” you giggled, drawing a chuckle from him. “Now come on,” you took his hand and pulled him out of the room and away from the notebook. “We’re going to be late for the ceremony. Chris-” he abruptly pulled you back and into his arms, pressing his lips against yours. You felt a smile on his lips and one surface on your own as his hand moved onto your lower back, pressing your body against his. “And what was that for?” You asked when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.
“I am just so incredibly proud of you,” he told you and both your eyes welled with tears.
“Don’t start with me, Evans.” You chuckled and drew back slightly so you could tilt your head and stop yourself from crying; your makeup may have been waterproof, but there was no way it could survive the crying that came as a result of Chris’ touching words. “We said no crying until we got home, I want to look pretty for the pictures.”
“Lucky for you,” he gently swiped a tear that was rolling down your cheek, “you’re a beautiful cryer.” You chuckled then pecked his lips, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb. “Okay, we should really go 'cause my pants just vibrated.” He patted the pocket where his phone was in, and you tried not to laugh as you teased him.
“Who knew a graduation gown could turn you on so much?”
“Oh God,” he threw his head back, bellowing with laughter. You giggled and pulled away from him, taking his hand and leading him towards the front door. “You know, you should really learn to be more like me and keep the bad jokes to yourself.”
“I should,” you glanced back at him with a smirk, “but where’s the fun in that?”
• • • • • • • •
Chris and Sebastian moved to sit with yours and Ava’s families upon arrival, while the two of you went to join your respective classes. It was insane how many people were there, and how majority of them were as emotional as you were after your chancellor’s speech. The part of his speech that stuck with you the most was, “this is the end of your life as a student and the beginning of your life as a contributor to society. You no longer have your parents, your professors, or your student identity to fall back on. You are an adult now. You are responsible for every action you make, and every reaction you create. So do something extraordinary with your time on this earth, with your existence, and do not- for a second, let anyone or anything decide on your fate because this is your life. Stand up, because it’s time for all of you to set out and conquer the world.”
When applause erupted through the crowd of more than eight thousand people, you found yourself looking for Chris’ face in the sea of people. It was ridiculous because there was no way you would’ve spotted him from where you were, but you tried to anyway because he was the reason you were here and ready to do as your chancellor said.
Ava spotted you scanning the crowd then smiled when she caught your gaze, sharing a nod of pride and acknowledgement with you. Her smile widened when she saw your lips mouthing the words, “I am so proud of you.” To which she mouthed back, “I am so proud of you too,” causing your smile to reach your eyes. You kept your gazes on each other then turned away chuckling softly when you both realized you were making each other cry. You may not have spotted Chris, but you saw your best friend and she, too, was one of the reasons you’d made it. Without her and her constant support, you wouldn’t be sitting there and you sure as hell wouldn’t have believed you deserved to be with Chris.
When all was said and done, you pushed through the sea of students celebrating and crying with their friends and families so you could find yours and do the same. Ava found you before you could find her, throwing her arms around you to give a tight hug as she cried with utter joy. You hugged her back with the same tears of joy streaming down your face, laughing softly at your promise to not cry until you got home. “Congratulations, Ava.” You whispered before you pulled away. “You did it, you graduated.”
“So did you,” she chuckled, brushing her tears away. “And you’re finally getting the life I always knew you’d get, the one you always argued was impossible and unrealistic.” You chuckled when she poked your arm, smiling. “Look at this, I always knew we’d end up here.” She took your left hand and reminded you of the engagement ring Chris had slipped on almost three years ago. “I am so, so happy for you. You are going to do some extraordinary things with your life,” she gently squeezed your elbow, “I just know it.”
“You too, Ava,” you smiled, giving her elbow a gentle squeeze back. “And you are going to make the most beautiful bride one day.” She chuckled softly and dropped her gaze, hiding her reddening cheeks. “He’s going to ask, you know that right?” You tried not to smile when you remembered talking to Sebastian about his plans with your best friend; he was going to marry her, definitely, he was just waiting for the right time. To which you countered with, “there is never a right time, Seb. Just the right person, and Ava’s pretty freaking perfect for you.”
“Let’s focus on your engagement and your wedding first, we don’t want a Bride Wars situation to happen.” She joked and you laughed. “Though I doubt it would, I’d happily let you and Chris have whatever location and date you want.” You smiled and gave your best friend another tight hug.
“Are the two of you going to share that love? 'Cause we’d really like to get in some PG hugs and kisses before we bring you back to your families.” You heard Chris’ voice and smiled, releasing Ava from your arms to turn to your fiancé. “Congratulations, Ava,” he said to her as she walked past him to hug Sebastian. “For you, my love.” He held out a bouquet of red rose and you smiled, taking it from him before you buried yourself in his arms. “Congratulations, sweetheart. I am-” he chuckled to stop himself from crying, “I am so proud of you.”
“Thank you,” you looked up at him and smiled. “Now I’d tell you all about how I wouldn’t have pursued screen writing without you, and how I couldn’t have made it through the last three years without you, but-” you chuckled. “It’s in the notebook and I don’t want to spoil anything for you.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “So I’ll just tell you this instead, though- I’m pretty sure you know this by now.” He nodded before you could say anything. “I love you, Chris Evans. More than I’ll love another being in this lifetime, more than I love Fan fic Chris, and more than I love myself.” He smiled and caressed your face in his hands, ready to dip his head to press his lips against yours. “And I am so ready to move in, marry, and spend the rest of my life with you.”
A/N: Part 5A, ‘cause we gotta have our main go through a bit of an obstacle. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3/Part 4)
You hugged your laptop bag to your chest, nervously chewing on the inside of your cheek. You were about to meet with Geoffrey Davis, the head of production at New Line Cinema, to pitch your ideas as well as show him a few of the scripts you’d finished for school. When you told Chris about the materials you were taking with you for the meeting, he asked why you didn’t choose your mini series to pitch. He thought it was perfect to be turned into a television series, or even a movie. He’d read the original- the one you’d kept from Tumblr as you wrote in third person with an actual character rather than a reader insert. He believed it had a lot of potential and didn’t understand why you didn’t want to pitch it, arguing that “fan fiction or not, it’s a great story” when you turned down his suggestion because you didn’t think anyone would want to turn a fan girl’s fantasy into something for the screens.
Chris pulled into the parking lot of the studio’s headquarters and turned to you. You were so nervous and deep in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice his car had stopped, you could only hear all the voices in your head. They were all very mean, convincing you that “it’s not going to happen” and that “you are going to get rejected” and how “they probably won’t even see you.” You reached for your right earlobe and fiddled with your earring, then reached for your clover necklace with the other hand and fiddled with the pendant. These were all things you did when you were nervous, like they were capable of distracting you from your thoughts; they weren’t.
“Hey,” Chris reached over the gearbox and curled his fingers over your wrists, gently pulling them away from your jewelry. “I know you’re nervous, but you just gotta breathe.” He forced your gaze onto him, making obvious breathing movements so you could follow suit. “Okay,” one hand released your wrist to caress your face, “now you are going to be fine. Geoff and I talked, you’ve got a ten o'clock with him and he’s very excited to meet you. All you need to do is walk in there and dazzle him with your talents.”
“Dazzle,” you swallowed with a nod. “I can do dazzle.”
“I know you can,” he smiled, giving your cheek a quick brush with his thumb before returning both hands to his side. “Now I’ve got a meeting myself, so I’ll be back to pick you up. Geoff said he’s giving you an hour, so hopefully my side ends by eleven. If I’m not here when you get out, just text me and hang out at the Starbucks for a little bit.” You nodded, not ready processing what he was telling you because you were trying to focus on your breathing. “You are going to do amazing, baby.” He leaned forward and smacked a loud kiss on the side of your head, successfully drawing a smile from you. “Now go,” he chuckled, reaching over you to open your door. “Get out of my car.”
“Get out of my car?” You simultaneously scoffed and chuckled at the same time. “Is that really how a gentleman talks to his lady?” You asked as you got out, closing the door behind you. “Should really call Lisa to give his smart-ass a whooping,” you mumbled to yourself, smiling.
Chris wound down the window as you walked around to his side, “no, but I know if I don’t kick you out- you’re not going to get out.” He rested his elbow on the window’s ledge, eyes darting to his watch to remind you it was almost ten. “Hop along, little bunny. Hollywood awaits,” he beckoned his head to the entrance behind you. You turned and stared at the entrance, feet unable to move despite how much your brain told them too. “You’re going to nail it,” Chris assured you.
“As hard as you nailed me last night?” You heard yourself murmur the joke under your breath; Chris laughed, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to. “Okay,” you huffed, glancing back at him with a forced smile. “I’m going in, wish me luck.”
“Luck is for the talentless,” he winked and your forced smile became slightly more genuine. “Power couple!” He called out as you walked away from his car, making you chuckle. You held up a hand and wave at him without turning around. “Power couple indeed,” Chris smiled when he saw you disappear behind the doors, then drove off to his own meeting.
• • • • • • • •
The scene inside was incredibly overwhelming, everyone was moving at a pace you knew you’d have trouble keeping up with if you got an internship there. It was at that point that you realized how lucky you were to have someone like Chris. Yes, there would be negative repercussions, but whether or not you used the help he offered- there was going to be hell to pay anyway. This was Hollywood, whether or not you knew people- it was going to be just as hard a climb to the top. If you could have a safety line, or a partner to help you along the way- why wouldn’t you?
You took a deep breath and clutched your bag strap tightly as you made your way to the front desk. “Excuse me,” you politely tried to get the busy receptionist’s attention. “I’m here to see Geoffrey Davis, I believe I have a ten o'clock appointment. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced yourself with a sweet smile.
Upon disclosing your name, it was like the room slowed. Suddenly, everyone stopped what they were doing and all eyes were on you. You swallowed as the whispers began and the dirty looks came. Suddenly, you remembered why you wouldn’t accept Chris’ help. Suddenly, you knew exactly what you were so afraid of.
“Y/N Y/L/N?” The receptionist practically smirked when she repeated your name. “You have a ten o'clock?” She darted her gleaming gaze from you to her computer, typing something in as she moved her mouse. “Oh yes, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to cancel.” You felt your eyes narrow slightly. “Mr. Davis isn’t in at the moment, he’s currently in New York hearing a pitch from an actual screenwriter.” You suppressed your urge to scoff by pressing your lips together. “Sorry, sweetie.” She faked the sweetest smile at you which induced a fist clench.
“I’m guessing I shouldn’t come back at a later time?” You remained your professional composure, smiling politely as you spoke calmly. You already knew this was going to happen, as much as you wanted to cry or get mad- you couldn’t because you’d prepared yourself. You had to just suck it up and leave like you’d promised you would when it happened.
“No, you shouldn’t.” Her eyes weren’t even on you as she said that, she had returned her focus to whatever she was working on on her computer. The phone rang and she picked it up, waving you off with a hand when she realized you were still standing there. “New Line Cinema, Rebecca speaking. How may I be of assistance?”
You sighed as you turned around, making your way to the exit. You heard the whispers as you walked past, like the knife Rebecca had twisted into your heart wasn’t enough. It was like you were walking through a minefield, each step was another blow sending shattered pieces of your heart and soul sky high.
“Of course Geoffrey wasn’t going to meet with her, why would he waste his time?”
“She thinks that just because she’s Chris Evans’ fiancé, she’s entitled to a meeting.”
“I have no idea what he sees in her, she’s an unemployed twenty-one year old graduate.”
“She’s a child compared to him, not to mention a complete nobody. I don’t know why he’d-”
You got out before you could hear the end of that sentence. You knew being with Chris had its uphill battles, you’d been through quite a bit during your time with him- even when you were just a friend. The paparazzi and the fans- they pounced on you any chance they got, criticizing you whenever you made a mistake. Sometimes you didn’t even have to do anything, you could be squinting at the sun while walking with Chris and they’d come up with a new headline ‘Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N’s relationship are on the rocks!’ Then of course, there was the social status and age gap; you were twenty-one and a nobody, and Chris was thirty-eight and a world-famous movie star. It was puzzling for those who didn’t know the relationship, it didn’t make sense. But it didn’t matter what they thought- it hurt hearing it, but it didn’t matter because you and Chris knew why you were together and that was enough.
You had an hour to kill now, an hour to get your story together so you could tell Chris what happened in a way that wouldn’t make him angry at everyone at New Line Cinema. You were probably going to have to lie for that to happen, but you both agreed you’d be honest about things so…This was going to be a bit of a sticky situation for you. You sighed and crossed the road to go sit in the Starbucks and work on your story, as well as have a drink to soothe yourself.
“The man was rude, crude, and inappropriate. I was taken with him the moment I walked in the door, and I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and that I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.” - C.M. Stunich
Negan ran his hand to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly, while your hands wandered up to his chest.
You could feel his muscles underneath his plain T-shirt.
It suddenly started to get hot in the room and you could feel your blood rushing through your body.
Negan kissed you harder and bit at your lips - your body was sore and aching - but at this point you did care.
It had been too long since your last encounter with Negan and you were starved for more and you needed to feel him inside your more than ever.
You pulled away, looking up at him and you could see the hunger in his eyes.
“God.. Fuck this. Fuck the stitches. I wanna do this.” You growled sexily.
He smirked back at you, “Goddamn that’s what I like to fuckin’ hear, babydoll.”
He yanked you back to him, his hand still gripping your hair. He crashed into your lips with his once more and pushed you back onto the bed, biting at your lips and running his mouth along your jawline until he got to your neck, your winced as his teeth grazed over the already bruised flesh, but it also felt good because he was doing it.
“I don’t want you to go easy on me.” You whispered to him as he licked and bit at the flesh of your neck.
He leaned up with his eyes level to yours and gave you a coy smile, “Darlin’ ‘easy’ isn’t in my fuckin’ nature.”
He got up off the bed and stood in front of you, unbuckling his belt, “Besides darlin’, you’ve been so fuckin’ bad lately and I think it’s time you received another punishment.”
A wave of fear and excitement rushed through you.
You didn’t understand how this man could scare you so badly when he talked about punishment, but excite when he did.
You knew what he was going to do and you bit your lip trying to hold back a smile. You still loved pushing his buttons whenever you could, to see him become so dominant and demanding.
“Now, why don’t you get the fuck up - bend over - and stick that pretty ass up for me, darlin’.” He growled.
You didn’t move though, you wanted to see him get frustrated.
Negan knew that he’d never be able to break you.
He liked the fact that you were relentless in your disobedience, if anyone else had went against him as much as you did, they’d get Lucille through the skull faster than they could kneel.
But not you, maybe it was partly because you were a wife, but it was mainly because Negan was secretly proud to have a wife that was just as brutal as he was, that didn’t take any shit. But of course, he’d still punish you with his belt if he felt like you needed a lesson.
And It turned him on to no end.
You could see the outline of his erection through his pants, and you bit your lip again absent-mindedly as you stared at it.
“Goddamn, you never know how to fuckin’ listen to me, do you?” He said in an intimidating tone and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you up off the bed and pushing you down onto your face in the pillows.
You smirked and adjusted yourself onto your hands and knees so that your backside was sticking up into the air into a position that you knew would tease him.
You could hear him grunt in a sexy tone, “Goddamn darlin’ I could look at that fuckin’ ass all night.” He walked up behind you and gave you a hard slap on your ass with his hand.
You giggled and grabbed onto the red sheets of the bed, getting ready for whatever he was going to do next.
“Alright darlin’, let’s try to make this quick before I rip those fuckin’ jeans off and fuck you right here.”
He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you head up, making your back curve.
He brought the belt back and brought it down as it landed with the SMACK sound. You grunted and bit your lip as the familiar pain came back to you.
“One.” You began counting.
“Good fuckin’ girl, you remembered to count.” He praised you, but didn’t loosen his grip on your hair as he smacked you again.
You let out a yelp, “Two.”
Negan let out a very sexy “Mmmm” sound as you writhed beneath his grip and he smacked your backside with the belt again and harder this time.
You let out a moan, sticking your ass out even further to him, you were already soaked.
“Goddamn babydoll, you must want daddy’s dick pretty fuckin’ bad.” He grunted, smacking you again.
You weren’t even counting anymore and he didn’t care.
He was getting to much pleasure out of watching you get off to his dominance.
He leaned down and his beard brushed against your ear as he whispered, “Probably as bad as I want that pussy, huh, darlin’? ”
You moaned again at the sound of his voice, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, Negan.” You begged.
“Please what, babydoll?” He chuckled, smacking your ass with the belt again.
You bit down on your lip extra hard this time, “Please.”
“Please fuckin’ what?” He ordered, giving you yet another smack.
“Please, fuck me!” You called out, digging your nails into the bed.
Negan stood back, biting his lip and threw the belt to the floor and ripped his T-shirt off.
He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you off the bed, pushing you against the wall, making the picture frames on the wall vibrate.
“And fuck you, I fuckin’ will, darlin’.” He growled and grabbed both sides of your face and kissed you hard, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth and he pulled back, “But first, you’re gonna fuckin’ do something for me.”
He then pushed you down onto his knees and you could see the bulge in his pants up close, he was incredibly hard.
“I’m gonna slide my fuckin’ dick down your throat, babydoll. And you’re gonna fuckin’ thank me for it.” He gave you a seductive smile and unbuttoned his pants and let his hard cock spring out.
He grabbed ahold of your hair and guided your mouth towards his throbbing member and you took it eagerly into your mouth.
Negan let out a small groan as you wrapped your lips around him and he pushed your mouth down even further onto his cock, until it hit the back if your throat.
He began to move himself in and out; fucking your mouth.
And all you could could do was was let out soft groans at each stroke he made.
You looked up to him, with his eyes burning into yours.
“Keep fuckin’ staring up at me like that, darlin’ and you’re gonna really be fuckin’ in for it.” He grunted with each thrust, but you eyes remained glued to his.
He thrust slowly into your mouth once more.
“Shit.” He growled, pulling himself out.
He pulled you up off of the ground, and pushed you back against the wall.
He ripped into your shirt, exposing your breasts to him.
He bit into his lip before grabbing onto them firmly and taking his turn running his tongue along your nipples.
You moaned and wrapped a leg around his waist as he continued to suck and bite at your breasts.
He ran his hands down your body, until he got to your pants.
He unbuttoned them and ran his tongue down your body as he got down in front of you, helping you step out of your jeans.
He gripped onto your hips tightly as he bit down hard on one of your thighs, you let out a whimper.
It was becoming unbearable at how much you wanted him, you ran a hand through his soft black hair.
He ran a hand over your thighs, making you part your legs for him and he teased your entrance with a finger.
“Fuck, you’re always so damn soaking wet for me, darlin’.” He growled up at you and he licked his middle finger before slowly sticking it inside you.
You arched your back against the wall as you felt his finger slip in, deep into your core.
You could feel how much wetter you were getting just by him teasing you with his fingers.
“Yeah, fuckin’ moan for me, darlin’.” He chuckled and and worked his finger in and out of you adding a second finger to make your body jump at his touch.
He slowly pressed his tongue into your clit, flicking it slowly and you gripped his hair.
He pulled one of your legs onto his shoulder to get a better grip on your ass as he began running his tongue in circles over your clit, you moaned louder, arching your back even more against the wall.
He gave a hard slap to your ass and you bit your lip.
You could feel him biting at your folds now and whimpered as he did.
He looked up to you licking the wetness off of his lips and smiled seductively.
“You still taste as good as fuckin’ ever, babydoll.” He praised in his deep voice.
He put your leg down and stood up grabbing you by the waist, pulling your legs on his hips, until you were suspended between him and the wall.
He reached down, grabbing his throbbing cock and began to slowly tease your entrance, you bit your lips hard, stifling back a loud moan.
“You fuckin’ want it, darlin’?” He chuckled.
You nodded your head, still biting your down on your lip.
He smirked back at you as he watched you trying to control yourself.
“Then fuckin’ tell me.” He growled sexily into your ear.
“I want it.” You cried out, wrapping your legs tighter around him.
He shot a dangerous look to you and shoved himself into you quickly, you let out a gasp just like last time.
He size was still something you weren’t used to to.
He whispered heavily into your ear, “Goddamn, you’re still so fuckin’ tight for me, baby.” While thrusting into you slowly as he bit down on his lip.
You grabbed ahold of his strong shoulders as he continued to hold you up effortlessly.
He thrust into you harder, making you throw your head back against the wall. Negan ran his tongue up to your neck, biting at the soft skin.
You moaned even louder, digging your nails into his flesh.
He began to theist faster and harder, pushing you up further against the wall each time he did.
You could feel the cool stones against your bare back and ass as he continued, keeping a steady rhythm as he rammed inside of you.
All you could do was moan and dig your nails deeper and deeper into his skin, you were beginning to leave red scratches on his shoulders now.
He grunted heavily again, and grabbed you by the throat, squeezing firmly.
“Say my fuckin’ name.” He growled back to you, still thrusting into you.
You could feel your wetness leaking down his cock at each stroke he took.
It was unreal how fucking good he felt.
“Negan.” You choked out in a moan as he kept a firm grip on your throat.
“You’re such a good fuckin’ little girl when you fuckin’ wanna be, babydoll’.” He whispered into your ear, followed by a groan of pleasure.
He backed up suddenly with you still in his arms as made his way to the bed.
He sat down with you straddling him, his cock still deep inside you - you were both breathing heavily - he placed a hard kiss on your lips once again, scratching you with his beard.
“I want you to fuckin’ ride me.” He said grabbing onto your hips and leaning back onto the bed.
He was looking up at you with a fire in his eyes and you smirked.
You placed your hand onto his chest easing your self up so his cock slide out of you, then lowered yourself back down onto it.
“Fuck.” Negan groaned tightening his grip on your hips.
You let out another moan at how good it felt, then began to buck your hips back and forth slowly as you could feel him deep inside of you.
Negan was gritting his teeth at how good you felt and you took notice and began to pick up your pace and arched your back. He took his hands from your hips and reached up to grab your breasts with his hands, squeezing as you continued to ride him.
Just like last time it was a series of moans and groans from the both of you as you enjoyed every minute of it.
“Negan.. fuck.” You moaned out, digging your nails into his chest.
“Fuck yeah, say my goddamn name.” He moaned, “Fuckin’ scream for daddy.”
You road him even harder, going down onto his cock as deep as you could and you began to let out a loud scream as you could feel your climax getting closer.
Your vision got blurry at the amount of pleasure you were feeling, the sweat was beading onto your brow.
Negan pulled you down to look at him,
“Look at me in the fuckin’ eyes, (Y/N). I wanna fuckin’ see that pretty goddamn cum face.” He growled at you, his teeth still gritted as you kept up your pace.
His words made you begin to lose it, you could feel your orgasm well up from deep inside of you and your furrowed your brows, still looking deep into his eyes.
“Goddamnit,” You cried out as you could feel yourself getting close to the edge, “I’m gonna-” but you couldnt finish your sentence.
“Fuck.” Negan grunted as he began to thrust himself back into you at the same time, keeping your rhythms in sync.
You both moaned out loudly in a tangled mess of arms and legs as you both came at the same time.
You could feel yourself get even wetter as his cock slide in and out of you effortlessly and you could feel the warmth as he emptied himself into you.
He thrusts into you a couple more times as you both rode out your orgasm and finally slowed to a stop.
You laid there on top of him, both of you panting and sweaty.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he said out of breathe, “I believe you’re the fuckin’ best I’ve ever fuckin’ had.”
You smiled back at him, resting your head on his chest.
You could hear his heart beating rapidly and it was like music to your ears.
He moved some hair out of your face and you leaned up pulling yourself up off of him and rolled to the side of the bed.
“Same goes to you.” You said with a smile.
He smirked back proudly, “Fuck yeah, I am.”
He leaned up to the edge of the bed. You were both sweaty and hot.
He stood up and took a long stretch as you admired his toned body in awe.
He turned around to see you staring, “Stare all of you fuckin’, darlin’.” He said with a wink.
“Trust me, I fucking do.” You smiled standing up.
He chuckled and licked his lips looking you up and down, “Yeah, I fuckin’ stare too darlin’, all the goddamn time. That’s why I walk around here hard majority of the damn time.”
You giggled and picked your clothes up off the floor.
He walked over to the bathroom doorway and turned back around to you, “You coming?”
You looked over to him standing there, “Yeah, I am. Do you want me to leave after?”
He rolled his eyes, “Well, I asked you to stay the fuckin’ night. So, what does that tell you, sweetheart?”
You shrugged, “Well, I didn’t know how serious you were.”
“I am a man of my fuckin’ word, darlin’.”
You nodded and headed into the bathroom with him.
You both got into the luke warm water of the shower.
It was weird to be in the shower with him and staying the night.
It was weird, but so comforting at the same time and what you had been waiting for.
You were the happiest you had been since the whole world went to shit.
After you got out of the shower you both laid down in bed.
“You ready for tomorrow?” Negan asked putting his arms behind his head.
“Ready for what?” You asked curiously.
“We’re taking a trip to Alexandria tomorrow to visit your old pal Rick.” He smiled, cutting his eyes over to you.
“Why do you want me to go?”
“Because you know how to fuckin’ handle yourself and to show that you are still alive.” He said, nodding his head.
“Yeah, I will go.” You said with a nervous tone in your voice.
You hadn’t seen any of them since the night of the line up and you didn’t know how they would react to you, especially since you were doing so well and actually happy; while they were all still reeling from the death of Glenn and Abraham, and Daryl being held at the sanctuary.
But no matter what, you were ready.
You both laid there n silence for a while, until you both drifted off to sleep.
A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you all love this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3
You sat in the middle of your bed, staring at your phone. Your ex was texting you repeatedly. They went on and on about how terrible you were and how you’d never find a love like you had with them. Not only that, but they were already telling you about how they had met someone else. It was starting to become unbearable.
You thought that when you broke it off with them, that the torture would stop, but it didn’t. If anything, it only made things worse for you. You tried to talk to Sam and Dean about it, but there was nothing they could do or say to make things better. They weren’t the most comforting people in the world.
There was a knock on your door and Gabriel came through seconds later. The smile that was on his face quickly faded as he saw the indifferent expression on your lips. “[Y/N] are you okay,” Gabriel asked, suddenly worried that something was wrong. “Where’s that smile that I’m so used to seeing?”
Imagine Chris finding out you got into a minor car accident.
A/N: This is a request from @rileyloves5, I’m so sorry but I didn’t really follow your prompt. I wanted to, but my brain sorted went in its own direction. But it’s still fluffy and I hope you still like it. X (Side note: How hot does Chris look in that Gif?)
Chris rushed through the busy hallways of Boston General’s emergency room, frantically looking for the ward you were in. Your doctor, Isaac, who was also a friend of Chris’, had texted him about the minor car accident you were in after you specially told him not to. The last thing you wanted was your incredibly protective husband making a fuss over a few scrapes and bruises, and yelling at your neighbor, Alex, whose fault it was not when that drunk driver clipped his car. In fact, none of it would’ve happened if you’d just waited at home like Chris had told you to; he was perfectly fine with the idea of a cab. But no, you had to insist on picking him up from the airport even though you didn’t drive and the airport was about an hour away from your shared home. So here you were with scrapes on your pretty face, a bruised shoulder, a little bit of whiplash, and Alex freaking out because he knew what Chris was like when it came to you.
“He’s going to kill me, Y/N,” Alex bit; his tone filled with anger and angst. “Captain America is going to kill me because you’re too afraid to drive and too stubborn to listen to him.” You winced, pressing your lips together because it was your fault and you had nothing to say. “Oh God,” he buried his scratched up face in his hands.
“We’ll just tell him it’s my fault-” you began.
“It is your fault!” Alex cut you off, frowning. “I was in bed, but you wouldn’t stop ringing my doorbell.” You gave him your best apologetic look, which always worked on him; you’d been best friends for a while now, ever since he moved in four years ago and you brought over a basket of chocolate chip muffins. “I knew the muffins were a trap,” he tried not to chuckle when you did.
“I’m really sorry-”
“Save it for my eulogy.”
“Oh come on, you two.” Isaac chuckled softly. “I’ve known Chris for a while now and I don’t think-” He was cut off when Chris stormed into the room, pouncing on Alex after giving you a quick glance to make you sure you were still in one piece.
“You son of a bitch!” Chris grabbed Alex by the shirt, pulling him off the chair he was sitting on and onto his feet. “You could’ve gotten her killed!” He growled, his angry face inches away from Alex’s terrified one. You couldn’t tell from looking at Chris because he was always so sweet and smiley, but he could be really scary when he wanted to be.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t-”
“And you,” Chris turned his attention onto you as he released his grip on Alex’s shirt, shoving him back in the process. “What the hell were you thinking?” He stalked over to you, his furious but worried gaze burning into your skin. “Didn’t I tell you to just wait at home? Why did you have to insist on coming to the airport?”
“I don’t know,” you mumbled sheepishly.
“Look at you,” Chris furrowed his brows as he gently caressed your face in his hands. “Oh God,” his eyes fell on your neck brace, “are you in a lot of pain?” He asked but didn’t give you time to answer; he turned to Isaac. “Is she okay? Can she walk? Have you given her an x-ray? Does she need a CAT scan?”
“What? No,” Isaac laughed. “It was a minor accident, Chris. She’s fine, she’s just got a few scrapes and bruises. She doesn’t even need the neck brace, she just wanted to see what it felt like.” Chris glanced back to you with tightly pursed lips, making you laugh at a very inappropriate time. “She’s fine and you can take her home.”
“Cut it out,” Chris scolded you, ignoring his own urge to laugh because he was still annoyed at you. “Do you even know how worried I was?” He asked with narrowed eyes and you pressed your lips together to stop yourself from laughing. “The entire cab ride over, I was panicking thinking something horrible happened to you.”
“I’m sorry,” you took off the neck brace and got to your feet, wrapping your arms around his waist. He huffed, audibly displaying his annoyance but hugged you back anyway. “I told Isaac not to text you, but he insisted.”
“Good, because I told him to text me if you ever come in.” You scoffed and looked over at Isaac. “He’s the only way I’ll find out about your injuries and accidents ‘cause someone,” Chris looked down at you with disapproving eyes, “never tells me anything. Apparently she doesn’t want me to worry about her, even though it’s my job as your husband.”
“I don’t want to distract you from work,” you defended yourself.
“I think you not telling me is more distracting,” he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. “I’d rather know everything than be surprised. Like you, my little control freak,” he teased you as he pulled away, “I’m not a fan of surprises.”
“Well…” Isaac began and both you and Chris turned to him. “I think there’s one surprise you both might like.” Chris shared a confused glance with you; you shrugged. “Earlier, when I ran a blood test for you, after you told me you think you’re coming down with a stomach bug?” You nodded. “Well, that fatigue and nausea is actually because-”
“Oh my God,” Chris gasped and a huge smile broke out on his face. “Is she-”
“Pregnant?” You finished.
“Yeah,” Isaac nodded, smiling. “Congratulations, you’ve got a baby on the way.”
“I’m going to be a dad!” Chris cheered, hugging you tightly and lifting your off the floor. You chuckled and hugged him back, smiling. “Yes, we’re going to be parents!” He was beyond excited, all the angst and annoyance he had due to the accident faded.
Having a kid was a discussion both of you have had over the past year. Chris had always wanted kids whereas you were still on the fence, but you loved Chris and you wanted a family with him so you made a deal with him; you’d leave it up to the universe. You stopped not trying to have children, and if it happened, it happened. Guess the universe finally decided you were ready for a little one.
“Guess insisting on going to the airport was a good thing after all.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Chris chuckled, brushing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “But just so you know,” he pecked your check and whispered into your ear, “I’m not letting you out of my sight for the next nine months.”
Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 3 644 warning : smut summary : (in the new Prison World) Reader gets sent into the Prison World with Kai. One day Kai comes back and finds out she had sneaked into his room while he was out of the house.
*not my gif
That’s how long it had been since Y/N had arrived in the Prison World. It was still a mystery to her how exactly that had happened. First few days had been hell for her , with Kai either torturing her using his magic or following her around trying to get her to talk to him. She hadn’t had a clue who he was at first , then he had told her his story. Y/N had ran away , trying to hide from him - it was a big world after all , but Kai had found her.
“I promise I am not going to hurt you. I might annoy you but never hurt you.” he said wrapping his hands around her , ignoring her protests and attempts to get free. “I don’t want to be alone again. Trust me , neither do you. Just give me a chance.”
After that things had gotten better , sort of. Kai still had a bad temper and they often fought over the smallest things like how hot the coffee should be or if the pancakes had been fluffy enough. He had had only one request , though he made it sound more like an order. Y/N was not to go into his room. Naturally Y/N had been always curious about what could be inside that would make him forbid her to enter. Over the following weeks Y/N had started to feel attraction to him. There was something about the way he acted when he was angry that turned her on every time and a couple of times she found herself dreaming smutty dreams about him which only added more to her desire to be with him.
That was the case this morning.
Y/N walked to the kitchen in her PJ’s only to find a breakfast left for her and a note with her name on it…
Off to the store.
Be back before lunch.
Kai had made her her favorite breakfast - chocolate chip pancakes with coconut cream on top and a cup of coffee with steam coming off it. Y/N took a sip , nearly choking when she found out there was cinnamon in the coffee. She loved cinnamon in her coffee and he had made sure the start of the day for her would be perfect even without him around. He was being extra nice to her lately and she had no idea why.
A thought popped into her head as she was eating her pancakes , her gaze drifting to the clock on the wall on the left. It was 10.45AM which meant she had time to go and maybe find out why Kai wanted to keep her away from his room. Y/N got up quickly nearly running towards the second floor , taking the stairs two at a time. A minute later she stood in front of his bedroom. For a moment she hessitated , then she placed her hand on the door knob and twisted it. The door had always been locked , but not this time…
Y/N smiled to herself , carefully pushing the door open. Kai’s room was pretty basic , a king size bed on the wall straight ahead of the door , a desk near by the window and a walk in closet to the left. As far as she could gather , there wasn’t anything in there he’d want to hide from her. Her fingers trailed his desk and she sat on his chair , spinning it around a couple of times. There were a couple of pencils on the desk and blank parchment paper. The drawers had locks and she fought the urge to try and open them so instead she got up and tossed herself onto his bed.
“Woww.” she muttered , her head resting in the softest pillow ever. “Maybe that’s why he didn’t want to left me in here. Cuz he knew I’d want one of those.” she laughed to herself , turning her head around taking in Kai’s scent. It was everywhere in the room , intoxicating her. Y/N closed her eyes for a moment , the dream she had had earlier popping into her mind.
In the dream Kai had sneaked behind her as she was getting ready to go to sleep and pushed her onto her bed , crawling over her. His lips on hers , kissing her without letting her take a breath for more than a second and then his hand had pushed into her PJ bottoms teasing her for a few minutes before his fingers had entered her… Sadly for her the dream had ended in the middle of nothing when the alarm clock had woken her up.
Without realising it Y/N hand slid down her stomach and into PJ bottoms , her fingers lightly rubbing her swollen clit. It had been nearly 2 hours since she had woken up , yet the feeling was still there and the dream had felt so real. Her eyes fluttered closed , a low moan escaping her lips. Her other hand squeezing her breasts through her shirt. Y/N had no idea how long she had been there and then suddenly the feeling of someone’s eyes on her made her open hers. Kai was standing by the door , looking at her with an unreadable expression on his face. Y/N froze for a second , pulling her hand out of her PJ’ bottoms and getting off the bed quickly with a terrified expression on her face.
Kai hadn’t expect to find this when he got home , not exactly anyways. The past few weeks he had been the one sneaking into her bedroom in the middle of the night , manipulating her dreams. He didn’t know what those feelings he had meant , all he knew was that he wanted her…and he had fought the urge to grab her and have his way with her in the real world for weeks now. But this changed everything. Y/N hadnt even realised he had returned and just kept teasing herself onto his bed. Every moan tumbling off her lips making Kai want her even more. He had to yet again fight the urge to whoosh himself on top of her ,pin her hands over her head and fuck her senseless.
Kai hadn’t said a word to her , his eyes following her every move as she made her way to the door. Kai had blocked her way and didn’t seem to have any intension of letting her go through it. Y/N kept looking at the ground.
“Oh sweetheart , don’t look so scared and ashamed.” said Kai in low calm voice. “I am not angry you got in my room without permission. However …” he lifted her chin up and she noticed his eyes were black. “… I am quite upset you teased yourself on my bed.” he paused for a moment , his fingers stroking her cheek in a loving way. He wanted to be the one touching her like that.
“I … I um… I’m sorry.” she said , panic starting to take over her.There was no way to tell what he’d do next. “It won’t happen a-again.”
“You are right about that , sweetheart.” he said with a devilish smirk. “I am going to make sure of that.”
Y/N looked at him with a puzzled expression than took a step back from him , then another seeing how he wasn’t moving from the door. When she was halfway back to the bed , Kai stepped towards her and she tried to run past him but he used magic to shut the door and lock it. Her hand was on the door knob , the other on the door trying to open it. In the end she rested her forehead resting against it and then she felt someone behind her. Slowly Y/N turned around coming face to face with Kai , who didn’t look angry at all. He was looking at her as if she was his pray. Kai braced his hands against the door caging her in , slowly leaning towards her.
“Sorry for closing the door like that.” he said in a low voice. “I just can’t affort to let you go. Not yet anyways.”
Kai listened to her heart beat and her breathing both of which had changed completely in the past half minute. Her eyes were darting between his eyes and his lips , then she blinked fast a couple of times and swiftly sneaked under his hands. He smiled to himself , turning around and grabbing her by the waist before in a flash he pushed her onto his bed , leaning over her , making her drag herself up until her head hit the headboard. Kai standing this close to her , looking at her the way he did - with a mix of seduction , anger and domination - was driving her nuts. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second.He brushed his fingers through her hair for a moment.
“What are you going to do to me ?”
“I am going to teach you a lesson , sweetheart. You can’t break the rules without concequenses…”
Kai slid back off the bed pulling her hips down. Y/N shifted on the bed and he pinned her back onto it with magic , holding her hands over her head. He popped up in his closet for a moment coming out with a thin rope and tied her hands to the headboard.
“You didn’t think I’d let it slip because its the first time did you?” his voice low and seductive. “No , no , no …”
He snapped his fingers and her clothes / underwear went flying off her body torn to pieces , leaving her completely exposed to him. He bit his lower lip at the sight of her on his bed. It was finally real , not a dream he had given her. Kai leaned over Y/N , burrying his head in the crook of her neck leaving wet sloppy kisses which slowly he turned into purple splotches. Kai’s finger trailed agonisingly slowly down her naked body towards her heat. His fingers teased her folds for a few moments , spreading her arousal around before he pushed two fingers inside her , watching her throw her head back. Y/N bit her lip trying not to moan out. Kai’s thumb rubbed her clit in figure eights , the pressure getting harder by the second.
“Kai … ” she moaned out. “I’m s-sorry.“
“I know you are sweetheart … but lets not pretend this isn’t what you wanted to happen.” he whispered to her. “I bet you’ve been dreaming about this , haven’t you ?”
Y/N gulped. How did he know ? She tried to think of a moment she had slipped up but couldn’t focus on anything besides him right now. His lips hovering over hers , his fingers curling inside her slowly , exploring every inch before he pulled them out and pushed them in again and again at a faster pace. A soft moan tumbled off her lips and she could see Kai’ smirk hearing it ,pushing and curling his fingers inside her faster every second. The louder her moans were getting the more he speeded up his actions and just as she was about to cum he pulled his fingers out leaving her stranded on the edge.
“What the …”
“Oh , sweetheart..” Kai tilted his head , “You didn’t think I’d let you cum did you ? You are not going to cum until I say so.”
Y/N pushed her hips down at him looking for any kind of friction , but there was none. She closed her eyes for a moment remembering the feeling of Kai’s fingers assaulting her , his lips on her body ..
“Please Kai …”
Instead of finishing her off , Kai leaned over her , his lips hungrily kissing hers. Y/N opened her mouth wide open , allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. She moaned into the kiss , his hand snaking around her neck squeezing it lightly for a moment as he left kisses down her neck and onto her chest. Taking in her breasts into his mouth , moaning as he did so. Kai’s hands squeezing them and rolling her nipples between his middle and index fingers. Y/N arched her back off the bed a little , a louder moan escaping her lips.
“Please …” she begged again and again , as his lips trailed down her stomach leaving kisses and wet splotches on their way to her heat. He rubbed her clit in rough eights for a few moments , while leaving soft kisses on her tights getting closer and closer to where she needed him most.
Kai enveloped her swollen clit in his mouth sucking on it while roughly pushing in two fingers inside her without any warning. Y/N let out a small scream at the feeling, her back slightly arching from the bed. He curled his fingers inside her , exploring every inch before pulling them out all the way to the fingertips and pushing them in again. Y/N moaned out pushing her hips down on him.
“I want to touch you..” she cried , pulling at the rope tying her hands to the headboard. “Please let me touch you.”
“No.” said Kai sternly. “Naughty girls don’t get to make demands sweetheart.”
Her walls clenched around his fingers , a louder moan escaping her lips. Somehow Kai had found her g-spot and almost each time he pushed in his fingers , he hit it. His tongue flickered on her clit for a moment before he blew a light stream of air onto it getting her even closer to the edge again.
“K-Kai … I’m clo-se” she moaned out , her eye lids flittering open and closed catching glimpses of Kai’s face. He looked at her with such lust and domination it turned her on even more…and just as she was about to get her release there was nothing. Kai shoved his wet fingers into her mouth , watching her gag and trash under him a single tear rolling out of her eye. She didn’t know how , but this gesture turned her on even more.
“Did you think I’d let you cum this time , princess? Tsk tsk .. No , no…” his voice dropping a few octaves. Kai pulled his fingers off her mouth leaning in towards her. “What kind of a lesson would that be?”
He traced down her body with his fingers , lightly rubbing on her clit for a moment getting her back a step from the edge before denying her her release once again.
“Please Kai ..” she begged.
Kai shook his head. “No.”
His hands cupped her breasts , squeezing them tight rolling her nipples in between his index and middle finger before he pressed the flat of his tongue onto them.
“Please Kai .. I need you. ” she begged again.
He growled and looked up at her , purple black veins under his eyes showing for a few seconds. Y/N hadn’t realised how hot he looked when his vampirism showed.
Kai lightly rubbed her clit before pushing his fingers inside her again , this time three fingers stretching her out a little. He couldn’t help but think how good it would feel when he got the chance to fuck her the way he wanted - so rough she wouldn’t be able to walk for days. Or maybe he’d play nice the first time. He hadn’t made up his mind yet.
“Kai ..” she moaned out his name as for 4th time he got her to the edge and denied her the pleasure she craved. Except this time he left his fingers inside her.
“Please what sweetheart ? You want to cum ?”
Kai was enjoying this , she could tell. If only she hadn’t had been pinned to the bed…
“Yes .. please let me cum… ”
His fingers curled inside her again once then stopped again.
Kai leaned over her , their foreheads almost touching , his eyes gazing into hers as he curled his fingers inside her once again. Y/N bit her lip , her eyes rolling in her head. He was driving her insane - playing with her like that , making her crave him more and more… All she wanted was him , right in this moment.
“Please Kai…” she begged him again. “Fuck me.”
Kai grinned hearing the words he had been waiting for her to say. His fingers curled inside her again , pushing and pulling at a faster speed , his thumb rubbing her clit in rough eights right before he pulled away again , getting off the bed stripping off quickly and getting onto the bed again. Kai parted her legs , leaning in burrying his face in her core , his tongue sliding inside her while his nose lightly brushed against her clit.
“Please..” she begged as he suddenly stopped again.
He pushed two fingers in , curling them inside her cheating with vampire speed pumps. Y/N threw her head , arching her back a loud moan following as he slowed down for a second and picked up the pace again. She was almost at the edge , half afraid he’d deny her the pleasure she craved again , half afraid she’d cum before he had told her to.
“MMmm cum for me baby girl.” he said , his tongue flickering across her clit for a second before his lips began sucking on it again.
“Kai Fuckk” she moaned out as a strong wave of orgasm washed over her. All the built up pressure getting released at once making her scream out his name. Kai kept devouring her , not stopping or slowing down for a second , pushing his fingers inside her again cheating using his vampire speed as he thrusted and curled them insde until another release came. Y/N trashed and screamed his name , suddenly realising he had used his magic to undo the rope tying her hands. He pulled himself up and just as she thought maybe she could get some control , Kai pinned her wrists over her head again , his grip so tight there would definitely be bruises the shape of his finger tips. His fingers stroked her cheek gently.
“Sweet innocent Y/N…” he whispered. “I’ve been wanting to make you mine for weeks … now there is no way I’d ever let you go.”
“Then don’t.” she whispered.
After what he had done to her in the past hour , she never wanted to be away from him. Kai teased her entrance with his hard lenght , pushing just the tip inside of her and pulling out then repeating again listening to her moans. Without warning he thrusted in deep , making her body jolt forward. He was filling her to the brim.
“Fuck Kai.” she screamed out. He pulled out almost completely and then thrusted in even deeper with bigger force than before making her scream out again. Kai breathed heavily , intertwining his fingers with hers as another hard deep thrust followed. He was going in a slow pace , stretching her out before picking up the pace. Every thrust knocking out the air from her lungs leaving her wanting more. Her mouth hanging open , gasps and moans escaping her lips.
“You’re so tight..” grunted Kai.
He thrusted in deep , hard and fast over and over again. Kai wrapped his hand around her neck , holding her in place while swinging her leg over his shoulder. Y/N held onto his wrist for support as his hard length pumped inside and out of her going in deeper than before bringing her closer and closer to another release. Being with Kai in the real world felt much more magnified than what had happened in her dreams. Her mind was cloudy but a part of her was starting to wonder if those dreams she had had been all part of her subconcounce or maybe something else.
“K-Kai , I’m clo-se..”
“I know sweetheart , so am I… ” he grunted , his thrusts getting sloppier but never slowing down. Kai’s hand reached to rub her clit , drawing rough figure eights on it , turning her moans into little screams. Y/N’s walls contracted more frequently around his shaft making him groan each time that happened. She was a whimpering moaning mess , her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her back slightly arching from the bed as she came screaming his name and trashing under him. Kai’s eyes were on her the entire time , a smug smirk on his face hearing Y/N scream his name again. Her orgasm triggering his.
Y/N felt Kai come in hot spurts inside of her, his thrusts not slowing down until he was done. He released his grip on her neck leaning in to kiss her , taking the last of her breath away before collapsing on top of her. Kai was breathing heavily , his hot breath tickling her skin. He placed a soft kiss onto her neck , feeling his fangs come out. There had been another thing he had wanted to do , all of his self control slipping away as his emotions blurred into hunger. A split second later Kai sank his teeth into her coroted artery , Y/N’s nails digging into his back as he fed from her.
“That feels amazing.” she whispered.
Kai rolled off her looking at the ceiling for a moment before turning towards her. Y/N had already turned towards him , her eyes gazing into his. There was blood dripping from his chin , her blood.
“So sweetheart… Did you learn your lesson?”
Y/N nodded , she had learned a lesson.
Except she was sure it had been the wrong one.A few days passed and Kai had gone back to acting the way he had before their intimate moment , then Y/N sneaked into his room in the middle of the night snuggling closer to him. Kai had had his eyes closed and Y/N had assumed he was sleeping but then in a flash he was on top of her , his hand on her neck.
“I guess I haven’t learned my lesson as well as I thought …” she trailed , seeing Kai smirk at her. “Care to refresh my memory ?”
Request: “Could I request
an imagine with Happy, where you’re his wife, and y’all are showering and
shaving each other, it gets kinda smutty?”
“It’s been a long fucking
day,” you told Gemma who had come over to your house for a while.
“What happened?” Gemma
asked as she sipped on the mixed drink you had made her.
You sighed, “Work is shit
right now, and Hap has been pulling all nighters at the clubhouse. Everything
is just crazy right now.”
She giggled, “You picked
the wrong one to marry if you didn’t want crazy, baby.”
You joined her in
laughing, “I guess you’re right.” The two of you finished your drinks before
you seen Gemma to her car and headed to shower.
You were letting the water
run over your body when you heard the front door close. You assumed it was
Happy, and you were proven right when you felt arms around your waist and lips
on your neck.
“Hey baby,” he said,
caressing your body with his rough hands as the water surrounded both of you.
“I missed you,” you told
him, turning to face him before planting a kiss on his lips. He grunted, “I
missed you too, girl.” You grabbed your luffa, putting soap on it before instructing
him to turn around. When he did, you ran the luffa across his shoulders and down
his back, stopping just at his waistline.
You then ran it along the
length of his arms, before he turned around, and you did the same to his front.
Once you were done, you turned around and handed him your shampoo bottle. He
poured some in your hair before gently massaging your scalp with his hands, his
front pressed up against your back, almost as if to tease you. You let a little
moan escape your lips as he continued kneading the shampoo into your hair.
Once he was done, he had
you turn around to face him as he rinsed the shampoo out of your hair. Your
eyes wondered all over his body as he rubbed his hands through your hair,
getting every last bit out. You placed your hands on his chest, rubbing up to
his throat before pulling him down to kiss you. His hands never left your hair
as you backed him up against the wall of the shower, your tongues fighting for
dominance. Once the two of you pulled apart for air, Happy grabbed your razor,
flipped the two of you around so you were against the wall, and got down on his
knees. You knew what he was doing, and your knees almost buckled as his breath
came close to your center while he ran the razor along your leg.
“Can we stop the bullshit
now, please?” you begged.
Happy shook his head, “Just
wait, baby.” He finished shaving your legs, placing kisses along them before standing
up. His hands ran down your sides, onto your hips and he held them there for a
brief second. His fingertips grazed your pussy, making you arch your back towards
him. He then surprised you by slipping one finger in your core, with another
right behind it. You moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out slowly. “Does that
feel good girl?” he asked, placing kisses on your neck.
“Mmmm yes baby,” you
moaned, using his shoulders to steady you as you reached your release. You were
breathless as you motioned for him to get against the wall. You started by
placing kisses on his neck, nibbling in some places. You left a trail of kisses
own his abdomen, kneeling in front of him. You placed your hand around his throbbing
penis before placing a kiss on the tip of it.
You carefully placed your
mouth around the head before taking the whole length into your mouth. You
slowly bobbed your head up and down as Happy’s hands tangled in your hair,
pacing you. You swirled your tongue around as you went up and down his shaft.
His hands tightened in your hair as he cummed in your mouth. You swallowed his
release before standing up to look at him. He surprised you by reaching around
you to turn off the water, picking you up and carrying you to your shared
bedroom, “We’re gonna finish this in here,” he told you before throwing you on
Streams of golden light seeped through the large french windows and into the lower level of the rustic cabin. The setting sun sunk gently past green pine trees and the bubbling stream outside, and added a subtle warmth to the living room where you and your friends all sat. You were all stuffed between the squashy couch and the table on the floor, layers of thick blankets acting as your seats around the game of monopoly that you huddled around. It was your family’s vacation home, but you’d invited your friends on a winding road trip to visit for the weekend, and now, it was your last night here, and you celebrated with a classic board game night.
“We’re out,” you sighed in defeat, throwing your metallic game piece across the room.
“Mmm,” said your boyfriend, vacantly giving you a wave of his hand but keeping his eyes to his lit up phone.
You coughed lightly and forced a smile, “Um, James, babe, want me to grab you anything to drink?”
But he was so absorbed in whatever was on his screen that he didn’t bother to answer.
“Anyone else?” you offered lightly.
“Ooh, tea pretty please,” your friend Amber smiled.
“Make that two!” Violet perked up.
“Sure thing,” you grinned, already heading for the kitchen. You walked around the island counter, filling the kettle with water and listening to the sounds of the bubbling liquid heat up as you tried to stay poised. You placed your palms on the cool marble countertop, gnawing your lower lip rather roughly. You raised your head to gaze out of the little open window in front of you, your mind going fuzzy as you focused on the scent of the pine trees.
“Um, hey, (Y/N),” came a voice nervously from across the kitchen.
“Oh, hi, Grayson,” you snapped into reality, turning around and pushing your hair from your eyes.
He wore a black shirt paired with a checkered red flannel and some ripped skinnies. His hair was slightly ruffled, and his dark eyes glowed from the sunlight.
“What’s wrong?” he asked straight away. “And don’t say nothing,” he said when you opened your mouth.
“Nothing?” you said softly, your teeth grinding together.
Grayson smiled and shook his head, making his way closer to you and leaning against the marble island. “You’re biting your lips, which is what you do when you’re anxious, now tell me.”
You pursed your lips together, shifting your head to stare at the wooden floorboards.
“It’s…James,” you sighed.
Grayson’s nostrils flared, his grip tightening on the counter, but you didn’t notice.
“When we first started dating, it was new, a-and exciting, he was so sweet, but, now..” you paused. “I don’t know, I’m not a lovesick puppy who needs attention all the time, but it’s like he doesn’t even know me anymore. He comes home late, reeking of alcohol, he flirts with other girls, and well, it’s like everything we had before is-”
“Gone,” Grayson finished for you.
You nodded, meeting his concerned gaze.
“Sometimes his good side still shows through,” you gulped nervously.
“’Sometimes,’ doesn’t sound like boyfriend material,” Grayson stated blankly.
You laughed quietly, “am I a jerk for thinking that?”
He outstretched his arms, and you stepped gladly into his warm embrace, his hold around you warm and comforting as you nuzzled gently into the crook of Grayson’s neck, breathing in his cool aroma. He squeezed you lightly and swayed you in his arms.
“Sorry to interrupt,” came a sour voice from the opposite side of the kitchen.
Grayson released you, but didn’t turn around.
“James,” you breathed, offering a smile.
“Well, I hate to bother someone who is clearly making tea,” he said through clenched teeth, his green eyes narrowing.
“I was just-” you began, your temper flaring.
Grayson brushed your fingertips lightly with his own, mouthing, ‘don’t.’
You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, regaining your composure, “do you want some?” you asked James.
“No,” he snarled lightly, “ I want to know why this guy has his hands on my girlfriend.”
“It was a hug!” you laughed in disbelief, “Are you really mad at me for hugging someone?!”
But you couldn’t help but feel your heart beat faster as James approached you with urgency, his face coming inches from your own.
“Is this funny to you?” he breathed.
“Dude, lay off,” Grayson finally spoke in warning.
James pulled away slowly, tilting his head and turning to face Gray with a loud scoff. “So, you’re (Y/N)’s little friend?” he spat.
“Yeah, I was at her dinner party from last week, remember? Oh wait, no you don’t, because you bailed on her.” Grayson challenged with a raise of his eyebrow.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” James said, his eyes darkening.
“I think I’m the only guy in this room who seems to be treating (Y/N) with the respect she deserves,” Grayson said with no hesitation.
James gave Grayson a rough shove, which hardly phased Gray.
“So, you have a thing for my girlfriend?!” he laughed. “You thought you’d steal her away from me, hmm? Well I have news for you, only I get to do the things that you could only imagine of doing to her-”
“I know you’re cheating on me,” you whispered softly.
A low silence rang out, the only sound being that of your faltered breathing.
“What?” Grayson and James said in sync.
“I know you’ve been seeing someone else,” you spoke a little louder.
James turned his focus to you, “I’m no-”
“Oh please,” you snapped in annoyance, “it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who you were suddenly so interested in texting all the time. If you’re going to cheat on me, and least be man enough to admit it. And the worst part is that you would dare to come in here and speak down to my friend, and after what you’ve been doing!? Go to hell, James…We’re done.”
“DING!” rang the kettle as you finished.
And with that, the weight that had been resting on your chest was finally lifted, the words you were too scared to previously utter were falling easily off your lips.
You decided a dramatic storm out would be the best way to go, but barely two steps out, James had grabbed you roughly by your wrists.
“Now you listen here,” he began.
“Ah-ow,” you gasped at the feel of his fingernails digging into your flesh, “you’re hurting me.”
“You don’t get to decide when I’m allowed to speak.”
“J-James, it hurts.”
“Listen to me.” He dug harder, so hard that he began to draw blood.
Burning tears came to your eyes, but in one swift movement, James had toppled harshly onto the floor.
You gasped out in pain, rubbing your wrists lightly, and staring at one very pissed off looking Grayson Dolan.
“He deserved it,” Gray snarled, sweeping you into his arms and making his way outside before you could protest.
He led you down the leaf strewn driveway and all the way down to the stream, but you felt so numb and worn out that you didn’t bother feeling guilty about nuzzling into Grayson’s chest, your warm tears soaking into the fabric of his tee.
He placed you softly onto a flat rock on the edge of the water, taking a seat beside you. You sniffed and bent down, washing the blood off your skin in the freezing water. The wind was cool on your skin, the sounds of the bubbling stream relaxing.
“I’m sorry for dragging you into that,” you mumbled after a few minutes.
“I’m sorry you had to date that pathetic excuse of a human being.”
You plopped back down by Gray, looking up into his stern expression. Grayson stared out at the trees, his hands clasped together in his lap.
“Gray?” you said softly.
He turned his hazel eyes down to yours, “Yeah?”
“Is it…Is it true, what James said? That you have a thing for me?” you gulped, searching Grayson’s features.
Grayson sighed, his eyes lingering on the stones before meeting with yours again, “Yeah, it is.”
“Oh.” You shifted slightly, turning back to the water.
“Sorry, (Y/N), I know that you had enough things to worry about already, but if we’re being honest then-”
You shut him up by grabbing his hand and taking it in your own, keeping your eyes forward as you laced your fingers gently through his.
“Don’t apologize,” you breathed, “you’re right, things are complicated, but all I know is that I really need you here right now.”
“And with you is the only place I want to be,” he smiled softly.
Your lips twitched upwards, “What did I do to deserve you, Grayson Dolan?”
“Exist,” he responded without hesitation.
You laughed quietly, taking the briefest of moments to tug Grayson in by his flannel and bring your lips gently to his cheek, your eyes fluttering closed in the second that you kissed his bronzed skin. You pulled back, running your thumb gently against Grayson’s full lips as he struggled to process your actions. Grayson opened his mouth, but then quickly shut it, deciding instead to pull you into his warm chest. And no words were necessary as you rest there, feeling more happy in this moment than you had in months.
Hey love! I was wondering if you could do 37, 38, 66, 74 and 158 From the prompt list? With shawn 💞
37. “Dont dare touch me.”
38. “Could you kindly get the fuck away from me for a moment?”
66. “Pack your shit and go. get out of my sight.”
74. “I can’t believe you’d do this to me.”
158. “You take one more step towards me and i will knock you on your ass.”
You and shawn had been together for about 3 years now and 1 year ago you asked him to move in with you and your husky (husky’s name).
You had been happily together for that amount of time that it suprised you considering you never had good luck with guys before
Your were now 27 and he was 28, he was still doing his singing carrer on the down low while you were a well, high-paid photographer
You had been offered your job about 5 years ago when they saw your instagram account and how you handled it
You soon became one of the top gret photographer’s in the world and you had worked with a lot of celebrities
You job was how you met shawn.
It was also how you met your best friend josie.
You three were inseparable, you all did everything together.
“Bye louise!” You yelled to your manager as she closed up the studio
“Bye y/n! Say hi to shawn for me” she yelled back
“Will do!” I said as i opened the car to my jeep
I was originally ment to fishish at 7:00pm but we got let out and hour early wich i was releaved for
“Hey y/n!” I heard a voice yell as i began looking for my phone
“Oh hey harry!” I said to the one and only harry styles as he cane up to me and handed me my phone
Harry and i were teamed to be together for this magazine shoot
We have been working together for about 3 weeks and he was a really funny guy and we were immediately best friend’s
“Oh thanks! I was just looking for this!” I said as i smiled at him
“Yeah louise found it and said i had to rush it to you” he said
Him and louise had been together on the down low for a few month’s wich was funny to watch them try and makeout without anyone knowing
“Ah! Well thanks harry, ive gotta get back home to shawn and im sure louise is wanting you around” you said with a wink
He grinned and nodded saying his goodbye and running to his girlfriend’s arm’s
Shaking you head you got in your car and began your journey home
“Babe im ho-” you stopped yourself half way as you saw there were clothes scattered along the floor
Closing the door you placed your bag on the rack and made your way to the sofa and picked up a bra
Looking at the black and purple lacy details you immediately knew it wasn’t your’s
Walking to the stairs you stopped on the third step as you heard sound’s
Not sounds, moans
‘He’s cheeting on me’ you thought as you continue up the stairs
Standing outside your shared bedroom door you stood hearing the sound before having enough and slamming it open
This caused shawn to fall off and the gurl to sit and wrap herself up
What supprised you was who the girls was
Your best friend.
You best friend was in the same bed as your boyfriend.
Staring shocked at you she immediately got up and began making her way to you
“You take one more step towards me and I will knock you on your ass.” I said causing her to stop
She began asking for my fogivness as i stared at shawn with angry eye’s
“Could you kindly get the fuck away from me for a moment?” I said to her causing her to shut up
“Or better yet here’s your shit. Get out of my house and my life.” I said passing her, her clothes and glaring at her
She began starting with the 'please forgive me’ shit
“It was his fault y/n” i heard her say as she pulled her last piece of clothing on
“Are you really Going to ruin our friendship because of his fault?” She asked
I looked at her like she was dumb
“It takes two to tangle. You know that. I dont see any alcohol around so this means your sober.” I said to her
She stood there opening and closing her mouth
“I repeat. Get the fuck out and dont come back.” My tone was deadly wich caused her to back away and walk out
Hearing the door slam i Turned to shawn who was now stood in a thin sheet wrapped around him
“Pack your shit and go. Get out of my sight.” I said turning away from him and making my way into the kitchen
I heard his footsteps after me and as i turned to walk into the kitchen he grabbed my arm
Yanking my arm away i turned to him
“Don’t dare touch me.” I said with a calm but deadly tone
He looked at me with pleading eye’s
“Please listen to m-”
“I can’t believe you’d do this to me.” I said cutting him off
“It was a mistake, i swear she came on to me!” He began yelling
“Yes but it takes two to tangle” i said grabbing food out to make myself pizza
“IF YOU’D JUST LISTEN! SHE FORCED HERSELF ONTO ME!” He yelled one again
“YOU DIDN’T STOP THOUGH DID YOU? DONT FUCKING RAISE YOUR GOD DAMN VOICE AT ME WHEN YOU HAVE NO FUCKING RIGHT TO! THREE FUCKING YEAR’S SHAWN! 3 YEAR’S IVE WASTED ON YOU ONLY FOR YOU TO TURN ARPUND AND FUCK MY BEST FRIEND! DONT FUCKING BLAME IT ALL ON HER WHEN YOU WERE LOVING IT JUST AS MUCH AS HER!”
I was done. I now ahd no best frined or a boyfriend
“Get changed and get out. I wont be here tomorrow so you can come and pack your stuff then. Untill then i dont want to hear or see you again. Got it!” I said making my way to the front door and opening it only to find harry and louise at the steps about to knock
They looked at me and then shawn who was just slipping on his last piece of clothing
“Get out.” I said with no emotion left in my voice
I turned to harry and louise as they walked in and sat on the couch
“Please….don’t do this….i love you” shawn said as he was on the front step
“You love me? Ha if you loved me you wouldn’t have fucked my best friend. Im sorry shawn that you were so fucking dumb to do something like that but i can gurentee that i will never forgive you. But im sure she’ll be waiting for you. Goodbye shawn.” I said and slammed the door as he was about to say something
Turning my back to the door i slid down it and finnaly let the tears fall
Feeling hands on my shoulders i looked up at harry and louise who were giving small smiles
“He’s not worthe it. Were your best friend’s now.” Louise said as she whiped away my tears
“Come on we brought stuff to make pizza and other munchies and movie’s” harry said like a little girl and walked into the kitchen
“I swear he’s secretly a girl” louise said as she helped me up causing me to laugh
And that night we cooked and ate while crying over sappy movie’s.
The next morning you woke up, turning onto your side. You could feel Gabriel’s feathers brush against your soft skin. Your eyes fluttered open, a warm smile slowly spreading across your lips. Your fingertips ran along his jawline as you pressed your lips against his. The kiss was slow, but full of passion and love. It was like Gabriel had waited for this moment for eons.
You leaned back, noticing how Gabriel’s eyes stayed closed for another few seconds. You could see the pure joy in Gabriel’s expression. It was certainly a look you would never forget.
“Good morning [Y/N],” Gabriel spoke in a low voice. His wings cradled your body, acting as a blanket. It surprised you at how warm he had kept you.
“Remind me to clean your wings,” you giggled. You pulled a lollipop from in between a few feathers, ignoring Gabriel’s protest. You showed the archangel the half eaten piece of candy. “How many times have I told you -out of all the years I’ve known you- that your wings aren’t a candy dish.”