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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 38

Summary: You and Dwight are ordered to go out and find Sherry, but you get more than you bargained for.

Includes: Smut. Daddy kink. Spanking. (NOT Dwight smut)

A/N: Look at me, uploading a chapter at a reasonable time! I hope y'all enjoy this trash 😙😙💕


“A lie that is a half-truth is the darkest of all lies.” ~ Alfred Tennyworth

“Sometimes our balance has to be upset and our course reset in order to help us navigate to our final destination. This is my final destination and where I was meant to be.” ~ Ella Dominguez

“Oh, Sir, don’t you know that on the edge of fear is where trust grows?” ~ Ella Dominguez


You and Dwight stood there in silence, looking at eachother, both of you trying to process what happens next. You placed your fingers at the bridge of your nose, pinching it, trying to bring yourself back to reality. You leaned back against the wall.

“We’re you serious, or just saying something to get off the hook?” You asked.

“Like I said, I have an idea.” He said, taking a step forward, “Meet me outback near the trucks in 20 minutes.”

You nodded and headed down the hallway with him before splitting up. You walked back into the yard, looking around for any sign of Negan, mainly to avoid him. You didn’t understand why he was putting half of the blame on you, and the more you thought about it, the angrier you became. You walked inside the cafeteria, still needing to check on your workers, you spotted David talking to Brian behind the counter. David turned his head seeing you walking over to them, you motioned for Brian to leave as he turned towards you.

“How’d it go?” David asked non-chalantly.

“Don’t fucking ask. I’ve gotta leave and help Dwight look for Sherry.” You sighed, glancing into the back of the kitchen, you were thankful to see Katherine and Ben doing their work. That was one less thing to worry about.

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She knew.

She sat in front of him, holding her fingers and staring down at them with furrowed brows as if they might give her the words she needed to say.

He knew she saw the gashes this morning on his shoulder, on his side. Not the kind of thing you acquire when working as a lawyer. He should have been more careful.

She sat in the chair opposite his desk as if she were a client. As if she were trying to distance herself from him. The thought made Matt start to panic, he swallowed and shifted his feet. She wasn’t saying anything. All Matt wanted was for her to talk. He didn’t know what he wanted or needed her to say, but just something would be better than the suffocating silence they currently sat in. Anything to make him feel like he wasn’t going watch her walk out the door and never come back.

Anything to make him feel like she didn’t… hate him. For what he hid from her. For what he does. For who he is.


“I-” you paused. It was one word but it didn’t feel right. This whole situation didn’t feel right. You glanced up at Matt, you knew he was anxious. You could hear his shoes shifting, his throat bobbed as he tried to calm himself. His hands sat in his lap, one thumb brushing quickly over the other in nervous rhythm. You hadn’t told him why you wanted to talk with him alone in his office, but you guessed from the tension in his face that he had a pretty good idea.


Matt was getting dressed for work when you saw the gash on his shoulder. He faced away from you as he took off a black short sleeved tee. Obviously your eyes drifted up from your book to watch the lean muscles of his back ripple with movement. He winced as he turned to slip on a sky blue shirt, dropping his shoulder slightly put the wound in clear view, another one creeping around the side of his torso. They looked to be a week old at most. Your heart sped up, your eyes widened. Your mind was bombarded with a stream of questions. How did he even get that? Who did this to him? How was he even in a position to- what was he doing- where was he- How could he- what was he thinking he-

And then it dawned on you.

You’d seen the newspapers, the tv spots, you remember feeling a sense of familiarity staring at you in the face as you watched the footage.

You had been following the articles and even talking with Matt over breakfast about how the impact of having a vigilante in Hell’s Kitchen would have a serious effect on the crime rate, hopefully a good effect. Matt never had much to say. More than once he had changed the subject to something more lighthearted. You just let it go, thinking that it probably didn’t sit right with him that someone was taking the law and justice into their own hands…


The roughness of his hands… the strength in them. The nights where you would wake up reaching for him only to see the other side of the bed empty and cold. The little bruises and cuts where he ‘walked into things’.

It was a big jump to make. Massive in fact. You backtracked for a second, you needed proof before you could even consider listening to your minds paranoid ramblings. But that didn’t stop your breathing from picking up. That didn’t stop the ‘what ifs’ from plaguing your thoughts. They piled up on top of each other so fast that you felt like you might not be able to take another breath.

Matt’s head turned as he buttoned up his shirt.

“Are you okay? You seem awfully quiet this morning.”

“Fine!” you chirped. A little too quick to be genuine. Too quick for Matt to ignore. Matt paused in reaching for his tie.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. Just excited to start the day!” You flung the sheets off of you exposing your bare legs. Wearing only a large grey tee you jumped out of bed and swung around to throw your arms over his shoulders, narrowly avoiding the wound.

Running your fingers through the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck, he slid his hands up under your tee, lifting it high enough for you to feel a light breeze on your backside. He wrapped his hands around either side of your waist and began running his thumbs up and down the small of your back. “I’m excited for every day that I get to start with you.”

Whatever tension there was in Matt’s frame dissipated. He smiled wide, leaning his head slightly to the side. “You’re full of cheese.”

You shrugged. “What can I say? It’s a talent. Maybe I should start classes. Could save up some money and get myself a plaque. ‘Y/N, Master of Cheesery’”

Matt snorted and slid his arms all the way around you, pulling you as close as he could. You had to rise to your tiptoes to fold your arms behind his neck, leaning your cheek against his. Your bodies molded together and he hummed once in content as he swayed the two of you from side to side. Dancing to no music. “I wish I didn’t have to go in today. Foggy needs me to go over this case one more time before tomorrow. I can think of a few things we could do right here that would be much more fun.” He sighed out his nose. You held on a little tighter, you didn’t know if you wanted to uncork this bottle. But you knew that you needed to.

“I’m gonna drop by at lunchtime.”

Matt nodded and turned to kiss your cheek twice. He pulled away reluctantly and let your arms drop to your side. Picking up his jacket from the bed he made his way through the living room and towards the front door. You trailed behind him, gripping your fingers tight behind you. Matt opened the door and turned around to you leaning against the doorframe. “We can talk about some stuff.” he raised his eyebrows.


“You focus on your case for now. I don’t want to distract you. We’ll talk when I come in.” You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. He left with a small frown on his face.


It had taken a lot of digging. A lot of thinking like someone who wanted to desperately hide something. Finally you found your proof, tucked away in his father’s box. The mask that he wore to his nightly endeavours. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen’s mask.

After giving yourself some time to cry, to scream, to punish yourself for not seeing it sooner, you got up, got dressed, put the red mask in your bag and left the apartment to meet Matt. To have a conversation you weren’t sure you were prepared for.


And here you are. Sitting in his office trying to find the right words to begin with. None of them seemed to suffice. This was Matt, why couldn’t you just talk to him?

You stood up suddenly and turned towards the door to close the blackout blind that hung from it. Then you walked behind Matt to close the blinds on the windows. It left the room dark so you switched on his desk lamp and instead of sitting down on the chair you perched on his desk next to where he sat so you were facing the wall to his back. Instead of looking at him, you stared unseeingly at the strings on the blinds.

You took a deep breath. You reached into your bag and held the mask just behind him.

“Matt, I know about your night job.” You said firmly and put the mask on the desk in front of him. He reached out and ran his fingertips over one of the pointed tips for a mere second before pulling his hands back to his lap.

He remained silent.

“I’m not mad. I just- I’m.. worried.” your breath hitched, “I’m scared, Matt.” your bottom lip trembled making you reach up with both hands to cover your face.

Matt’s hands stopped twitching and instead gripped tight, his shoulders tensed and his face screamed how much he didn’t want to have this discussion.

“You don’t need to be scared of me.” He muttered in a low but steady voice. Dropping your hands and swinging your head round to him, you scooched up along his desk to sit in front of him, your legs hanging down either side of his. You brought your hands to his cheeks. Cradling the hurt you saw on his face. The disappointment, not at you but in himself. You could feel the muscles in his jaw tense.

“Matty-” your voice caught, and Matt almost flinched at the noise. Clearing your throat you tried again. “Matty, I’m not scared of you. I’m scared for you.” Matt’s eyebrows twitched together, so you slid your hand down to just above his shoulder, where you both knew the tightly stitched wound sat. “This, is a big deal. Did you think I would be okay with you coming home with giant cuts on your body? God forbid I wake up in the morning to see you bleeding out on the couch-” you bit your lip and looked away, trying to pull yourself together. You needed to be a little bit stronger, just enough to deal with this.

Matt tentatively put his hand on your knee.

“Y/N, I’ve trained for this. I was trained from a young age to fight like this and it’s something I’ve known how to do for a long time. I’m not just some billionaire thinking he can make a suit, fight crime and take on the world all in the same day. I’m going to do better. I’m making this city a safe place. My city. Ours.” He took your hands in both of his and rested them on your knees.

He licked his lips and shifted in his chair, you could see he wanted you to believe him, to trust him, to.. accept him. “I’m sorry I kept this from you. Part of me is saying I should let you go to protect you from this, from the people who might want to use you against me if they found out what you mean to me. I couldn’t-” he swallowed, “I won’t let that happen. I can’t lose you. You’re the reason I can do this and still smile everyday, not hate myself for keeping this a secret from almost everyone I know. I love you.” he paused, gripping your hands slightly tighter for a second before leaning back in his chair a little. “But I understand if you can’t cope with this. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, you can walk out that door and I won’t stop you.”

You were quiet. You just looked at his face and all it’s features as your hands warmed between his. You could see how much he didn’t want you to leave, but you knew that he would let you go if you wanted to. You knew he was genuinely sorry, but he had reason to keep it all from you. He was trying to do the right thing. Not just for him or you but for the whole city.

Make a decision. A little voice in the back of your mind prompted you. And you did.

You slid off the desk and into his lap, he pulled your joined hands up to give you room, but didn’t let go. Not quite ready to release you just yet. His face remained set. You smiled at him, just a small slightly wobbly curve of your lips.

“I love you too, Matt. But-” you could see his brows wobble a touch. You squeezed his hands before releasing them then took off his glasses and put them behind you on the desk. You wanted to see his eyes. You slid your hands back over his, threading your fingers together.

“I’m not leaving you.” You had to reassure him first. His shoulders dropped the heavy weight on them and he leaned his forehead against yours. His breath hitched slightly as he tried not to cry in relief. You almost burst into tears at the sound, instead a few dripped down your cheeks and hit your joined hands.

“You need to tell me everything. And I mean every little minute detail that occurs, I don’t want the highlights.” He nodded lightly. “and you’re gonna teach me how to fight.” His head shot up. “You’re not coming with me. It’s too dangerous.”

You snorted. “of course not, but if you’re worried about me being a target then I need to learn how to defend myself. I need to show these guys that my badass boyfriend isn’t the only one who can handle himself. The Master of Cheesery can pack a punch too.” You held up an arm to flex your muscles and pulled a strained face.

Matt grinned as he brushed away the fallen tears and pinched your flexing ‘muscles’, “That means you’re gonna have to actually get out of bed in the morning and you know, exercise.”

Your pursed your lips and rolled your eyes. “The things I do for you, Matt.”

He swallowed. “I know. Thank you.” He leaned in to kiss you, but you pulled back and put a finger on his lips. “Uh-uh. You’ve got some serious ass-kissing to do Matt-Matt.”

“What?” came his muffled reply, his lips squished behind your finger.

“You’ve been keeping something from me for God knows how long. You’re gonna have to make it up to me, your loyal and forgiving girlfriend. Starting with dinner and later listening to Stephen Fry read Sherlock Holmes on audiobook. With blankets. And malteasers. And kitkats.” Matt kissed your finger twice in quick succession.

“Anything.” He said sincerely. He would do anything for you. You smiled as you replaced your finger with your lips, brushing them over his in a soft kiss.

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A/N: My number one guy is here -it feels like an age since I wrote for him! Feedback is welcomed and very much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy it, as always, thank you for reading <3

Title: In-laws Inbound

Requested by: Anon - “48 for Tony?”

Word Count: 903

Pairing: DiNozzo x Reader

48. “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on.”

Light drifted through the drapes of your bedroom causing you to squeezing your eyes further shut while pressing your face into the warm body - the warm /naked/ body under you. You were spread eagle across the mattress, half of your body on the soft fabric while the other half was draped over Tony.

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“The Other Man”

Tig Trager x OC
(GIF isn’t mine)
Headlights shining through his window woke him up before the doorbell ever rang. He grabbed the black button up from the floor beside the bed and pulled it on, not bothering with the buttons, and grabbing the gun from his night stand. He held it by his side as he peeked out of the blinds. Who would turn into his driveway in the middle of the night? 

Sighing, he placed the gun down on his bed and walked out of his room to the front door, reaching it just as the doorbell rang and pulling it open. She seemed surprised at how quickly he answered the door, but she said nothing for a moment. She didn’t need to speak, her puffy red face told him everything he needed to know.

“Headlights woke me up,” he spoke softly as he tried to regain her eye contact which had shifted to the concrete stoop she stood on. She sniffled a little, wiping a tear away with her fist before looking back up at him, “C-can I…”

She didn’t have to finish her question before he stepped aside and motioned for her to come in. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, her showing up past 11:00PM with tears in her eyes because she and her husband had been fighting again. He closed and locked the door behind her as she stood just inside is living room, head hung and bottom lip trembling as she tried to fight back her tears.

“C’mere,” he stepped to her and opened his arms which she graciously nuzzled into and he let out an exasperated sigh as he rubbed his hands up and down her coat-covered back, “I’m sorry I didn’t call…” her voice trailed off and he could tell she had to stop talking to keep from crying.
“You don’t have to call, darlin’,” he spoke as he held her tightly. 

He kissed the top of her head as she shook in his embrace, “It’s gettin’ hard to stay out of this, doll,” he spoke as she sobbed lightly against his bare chest. She sniffed and pulled away from his hug, looking up into his eyes as he looked down at her.

When she first mentioned she was having issues with her marriage, he had offered to handle it for her, confrontations and ass-kickings weren’t something he ever had a problem with, but she had made him promise to stay out of it.
In her mind, as long as he wasn’t hitting her it wasn’t abuse.
Tig knew better, not that he had much room to talk, he was living the same life. Fucking whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, getting drunk and high most nights - the only difference being that he wasn’t fucking married and leaving his wife at home alone while he slept around with hookers, sluts, and any gash who was willing.

Nonetheless, when she asked him to promise to stay away as long as she wasn’t being physically hurt, he did as she wished; but her visits were getting more and more frequent and it was getting really tough to keep his opinions, and his fists, to himself.
He wanted so badly to tell her to leave her husband, pack her shit up and move out, come stay with him for a while and they could figure something out. They had been close for so long. He had been her friend longer than she had been married to that prick who insisted on making her cry. Nobody would think anything was going on and she could finally get a divorce and be free. No more tears.

“I know what you’re thinkin’, Alex, but I can’t. We’ve been together for–”

“–Don’t worry about it,” he cut her off, his sad blue eyes penetrating hers as he took her hand and led her across the floor to his bedroom.

Like every time before, she took off her coat and hung it up in his closet, turning around to find him standing behind her and staring down at her pajamas. He looked back up to her face, reaching up and holding her chin, swiping his thumb across her bottom lip slowly, “You’re going back to him in the morning,” he spoke, half-questioning, half-stating.
His voice was gruff but there was a hint of vulnerability in his words that told her everything she needed to know. He was always going to be there for her, but she was hurting him by using him this way.

“One of these days… I’m not gonna let you leave,” he spoke again, boxing her in with his hands on either side of the closet door frame.

She knew what he wanted her to do, she had thought about it, but always ended up being too afraid to start over again. She blinked up at him, unspeaking. Instead of apologizing or promising to make it right, she held the sides of his face and pulled him down to her, pressing her lips on his.
She couldn’t think about her marriage right now, she just needed to clear her mind and let go of the anger she felt. She had only ever been able to escape with him. He was always the one there to help her take her anger out, and tonight was no different as he laid her on the bed and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

The next morning he rolled over in the bed, reaching out to touch her but she wasn’t there. He sighed, rolling back onto his back and rubbing his eyes. He should’ve known better than to think she’d be there when he woke up - she never was. He groaned to himself, standing up and finding his boxers that had been discarded the night before at the foot of the bed. He pulled them on, remembering last night and smiling to himself before walking into the kitchen to fix a cup of coffee. As he leaned against the counter waiting for the coffee to brew he heard his front door open and someone shuffle inside. 

It was her. 

She came back this time.

“Hey…” he trailed off, looking down at the suitcase she was towing behind her.

“I left,” she sighed, this time the tears in her eyes were happy tears as she laughed at the look of surprise on his face.He froze, mouth agape as she stood before him. 

“C’mere,” she grinned, holding her arms open as he stepped closer to her and passionately kissed her, lifting her and spinning her around as he held her close and she shrieked with laughter. 

There would be no more late night visits - she was there to stay.

Late night visit

Word count: 1636

Warning: smut

Kai pays you a late night visit and things get steamy

It was 11.53pm and you got all cozy and warm in your bed with a book still in your hands as you were getting ready to turn off the light and go to sleep. You placed the book on the light colored nightstand that had only a lamp and a glass of water on it. You flipped the switch on the lamp and turned off the light, pulling on the covers a bit higher, covering yourself up a bit more. It was a chilly night and your room was starting to cool down even though it was bareable. Your head hit the pillow and you closed your eyes, ready to drift off. Few minutes later, a knock on the front door could be heard.

‘Are you freaking kidding me?’ You muttered and quickly opened your eyes and got out of the bed, acting a little bit angry at whoever decided to pay you a visit at this hour. You turned on the light in the hallway and unlocked the doors, even though you kind of hesitated to open them, something inside you was telling you that you should open them and see who it is. A few seconds later, you were completely stumped when you saw a very familiar person standing in front of you.

'Kai?’ You said as you leaned on the doors and looked at him. His face was covered in bruises and blood. His shirt was ripped open and where his skin was exposed, you could see he had bruises there too and there was even a trace of blood.

'I need your help.’ He muttered as you kept looking at him, kind of happy to see him. Youinvited him in and led him to your room, letting him to lay on your bed while you looked for the first aid kit. You sat next to him slowly and pulled out a small gauze out od the box. You slowly placed your hand with the gauze on his face, making gentle and slow strokes, cleaning off the blood of his face.

'What happened to you? You look like a mess.’ You asked him, his lips forming into a smile.

'Got into a fight. Didn’t think I would end up this hurt, I am mega powerful so this is kind of embarrassing.’

'Always so cocky. You know, it’s not fair to cheat with your magic when you get into a fight with a human, but I assume that’s not what happened.’ You said as you placed the gauze on the nightstand and took another one.

'He started it.’ He replied making you snort out.

'Take off your shirt.’

'Wow atleast buy me dinner first and then we’ll do the rest.’ Kai trailed off making you laugh.

'Shut up, Kai.’ You said through your laugh as you trailed your fingers over his bruised face, feeling his skin under your fingertips.

'I love how beautiful you look when you smile.’ He stated, making you look at him with a serious face, totally befuddled at his words. You blushed a little and then looked down trying to hide it. Even though you broke up with Kai a dew months ago, he was still able to make you blush.

'Kai, I-’ you started but he cut your off as he lifted himself up from the bed and came closer, his face only a few inches from yours.

'I miss you. Every single day. There’s not a day out there where I don’t think about you.’

'I don’t think this is a good idea, Kai. We’ve been through this already.’ You said as you got up from the bed and walked towards the dresser on the opposite side of the bed. You ran your fingers through your hair and took a deep breath. When you turned around, Kai was standing right in front of you, do close that when you turned around, your nose brushed against Kai’s making your breath hitch for a second.

'I know we’ve been through this but, I need you. You are what I want in my life.’ Kai whispered, his nose burried in your hair as his lips brushed against your ear. His fingers were tugging at your shirt, making your heart beat faster.

'Kai’ you moaned out as his hand slowly slipped under your shirt, resting on your waist softly and his fingertips slowly brushing against your sensitive skin. His every touch made your skin more and more sensitive, everytime he traced his fingers over your stomach, it made you want to kiss him even more.
He moaned and kissed your neck, the vibrations you felt on your neck making you crazy. You cupped his face and smashed your lips with his, his hands instantly grabbing your butt to lift you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your fingers went up to his hair, tugging on it gently as his lips went to your neck, kissing every part of it, like he never kissed you before. You wanted this more than anything. It was something you were longing for and it was finally happening. Kai let you down on the edge of the bed as he yanked your underwear with his hand, tearing it in half. You took your shirt off and at that moment you were completely exposed to him.

'Kai please’ you begged, your hand strongly holding onto his arm, desperately wanting to bring him closer.

'What do you need?’ He whispered and leaned in as his tongue swiftly licked your bottom lip, making you lift your head up from the mattress, wanting to kiss him.

'You. I need you. So much.’ You muttered, a smirk appearing on his face. He quickly took his jeans off, his hard lenght obvious through his black briefs. You bit your lip at the sight, your heart beating like crazy. He tugged his fingers on his boxers and pushed them down, freeing his lenght as it bounced up, making you swallow hard and close your eyes for a split second. You were still at the edge of the bed, your legs half way down on the floor. Kai leaned down and grabbed your face as he kissed you deeply, his fingers finding your entrance as he pushed two fingers inside you and curled them around.

'So wet. Who made you this wet?’ He asked, your eyes closing at his actions.

'You did. Only you, Kai.’ You moaned out and even though your eyes were closed, you knew he had the biggest smirk on his face.

'Mhm.’ He hummed and pulled his fingers out, but even beforr you could say anything, he replaced his fingers with his hard lenght as he swiftly pushed inside you. You let out a loud moan, the feeling that was so familiar and the feeling that you’ve been longing for for months. He lifted up your legs on his shoulders, his legs firmly standing on the carpet. You grabbed onto your bed sheets, the sensation taking over your whole body. He slowly withdrew almost all the way out and then back in at an agonizingly slow pace.

'Damn it, Kai’ you moaned out as you arched your back and clenched just once around him, making him groan.

'Fuck, if you do this constantly, I’m not gonna last long.’ You smirked at his words, proudly knowing that it was still his weakness and that he still loved it when you did that. He pulled out again and then pushed in, but in a much quicker pace. As moments past, his pace was getting faster and faster, but still very deep. He moved your legs from his shoulders and pulled out, making you moan out and to look at him confusingly as you didn’t know what he was doing. He lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he moved both of you higher on the bed. He placed his hands on the bed frame and pushed in again in a fast pace. So fast that it was somewhere between pleasure and pain. You grabbed onto his waist and everytime he went in, you pressed him down with your hands even more and every now and then you clenched around him which caused him to moan out your name.

'Fuck, I’m so close.’ You moaned out as Kai picked up his pace, focusing on getting you to your release first. He leaned in a kissed you deeply, his teeth gently pulling on your lip. He thrusted a few more times as you finally came around him, your nails digging deep into his skin and your back arching in pleasure.

'Oh god’ he groaned out and now long after you, he was moaning out your name, his orgasm taking over his body.

He pulled out and dropped down on the bed beside you, both covered in sweat and trying to catch your breath.

'That was amazing.’ Kai whispered and then kissed you swiftly, your head resting on his chest. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You were just laying in silence for who knows how long, Kai’s hand gently stroking your arm.


'Yes?’ He asked, looking you in the eyes.

'What does this mean now?’ He only smiled and kissed your forehead again.

'I still love you, I always will and if you want to get back together, I would be the happiest man alive.’ He trailed off making you smile. He still loved you and you still loved him and nothing could’ve changed it.

'You were all I could think about. I love you too.’ He placed a hand under your chin and lifted your head a bit higher as he kissed you slowly and then hugged you tighter as you both drifted off to sleep.

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 12

Summary: 😘

Warning: More fucking cursing! And genitals! 💘


“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.

You’re Innocent

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Title: You’re Innocent

Pairing: Pride x Reader

Word Count: 1,305

Warnings: angst & fluff

A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you all enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

Pride walked through the squad room, grabbing the keys off of his desk.  It was time to lock up and get settled in for the evening.  He was ready to unwind and relax for the rest of the night.

The agent shut the door, locking the downstairs up.  He slowly walked through the squad room, stopping at the end of the stairs.  Just as he was about to go upstairs for the night, there was a pounding at the door.  Pride quickly rushed back to the door and unlocked it.

When Pride opened the door, he didn’t expect to see you.  The way you threw yourself into his arms made him look behind you, searching for something, or someone, that could be chasing you.  He didn’t have time to notice the blood on your clothes.

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Daddy’s Girl x Ashton Irwin 

Word Count: 1016

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Adorable Scenarios

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“Can I h-hold her?” Ashton asked as he looked down to the tiny being that rest in your arms. Tears still stained your face as you held her, you were in shock, after nine long months of pregnancy and 10 hours of labor you were finally a mom. 

Ashton was so cautious as he took his baby girl from your arms, “Hello Beautiful,” he spoke softly placing a kiss on her forehead, “Even though I just met you, I want you to know Daddy already loves you and always will.” That was all it took for the silent tears to spill out of your eyes once again. As Ashton held your baby girl in his strong arms he had the gentlest expression on his face. Even as she started to cry out he remained calm, rocking her in his arms, humming soothingly in her little ear. 

 "I think our baby girl wants her Mama,“ he smiled down at you in the hospital bed as you accept your little bundle of joy into your warm arms. Ashton leaned over her placing his lips on your own. One of his hands brushed your hair behind your ears as you kissed him back. It was like time stopped in the moment. 

 Ashton suddenly pulled away from you, your lips seemed to tingle. A nurse was standing close to your bed, smiling, “Now we don’t need anymore of that right yet, that’s what got you here after all,” she laughed her hand momentarily resting on her chest, “Oh I’m just kidding,” she smirked. “I’m sorry Ma'am,” Ashton spoke softly as his face reddened. 

The middle-aged woman simply smiled, brushing it off. “Have the two of you thought of any names yet?” You and Ashton exchanged glances before Ashton let out one of his famous giggles, “Why can’t I just keep calling her Babygirl? I don’t want the pressure of choosing something she has to live with for the rest of her life." 

 You rolled your eyes, "I like Analia. Then we call her An-” Ashton’s face lit up as he interrupted, “Can I still call her Babygirl?” His hand extended grabbing your little girls hand, “You look like an Analia, Analia (Y/Middle/N), just like your mama." 

 "No Ash, that’s stupid,” you protested in reaction to his choice of middle name, something you actually despised, “Why not Analia Fletcher, like her daddy?” As soon as you muttered those words you regretted it. 

Ashton placed his hand on your forehead as if he was checking your temperature, “I think the epidural might be effecting your mindset, her middle name will not be Fletcher." 

The nurse came closer, "I’m sorry (Y/N), but I have to agree with the Mr on this one.” Ashton pulled your little girl from your arms once again, “Hi Analia, Analia (Y/Middle/N) Irwin. Let’s go with it, Mommy doesn’t have to know,” he cooed, a smile spread across her lips. “Is that final Mrs. Irwin?” The nurse questioned as she nodded encouragingly, “It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful baby.” “Yes,” you smiled looking over to your husband and Analia, “As long as they’re happy, I am." 

Ashton slowly covered his eyes with one of his hands and quickly moved it away, Analia erupting into a fit of high pitched giggles, just like her daddy. The nurse moved closer to you, leaning down to whisper, "I think you’ve got a Daddy’s Girl on your hands.” “I know and I wouldn’t want it any other way,” your heart fluttering as you spoke. 


It had been nearly a month, one sleepless night after another for both Ashton and yourself. He had done everything he could for you to care for Analia; always offering to feed her, change diapers and bathe her. You batted your eyes as you rolled over in bed to see the clock, it was much past the time Analia typically woke up screaming. But this morning she hadn’t done that which eluded you. You smiled as you sat up but noticed you were alone, Ashton’s side of the bed vacant. 

Rushing to get out of bed you dashed to Ana’s room, additionally her crib was empty. Fear pulsed through your veins though you knew she was safe with her daddy. Strolling into the living room you were in complete awe; there Ashton sat rocking his baby girl, singing quietly. You leaned up against the door frame not daring to make a sound. Listening more intently you realized he was singing random song lines repeatedly, always returning to “She’s a good girl, Daddy’s favorite.”

Not being able to take it any longer as he hummed along softly to a indecipherable song, you approached the pair. “I would say she’s got you wrapped around her little finger, you should sing that one.” Ashton jumped a little, “You came a little too late for that one.” Analia’s little eyes were laden by sleep as Ash continued to rock her. 

You sat down on the couch nearest his chair, curling up in the corner, your arms grasping a throw pillow, “Your such a good daddy Ashton.” His eyes wandered to yours, catching your steady glance as a large yawn escaped his lips, “I hope so. I’ve been trying." 

"Trust me, you’re an amazing daddy,” you sighed, “I hope you realize she’s gonna be a Daddy’s Girl.” Ashton smiled, though it was more so a proud smirk, “Just like her mommy.. Though that’s a bit different." 

In that moment you wanted nothing more than to smack him upside the head though you didn’t want to disturb Analia who was now sleeping like a rock. "I hate you Irwin,” you scoffed turning away from him. 

His reply was instant, his words making your heart melt, “But (Y/N), you know it’s the truth… And you should also know that Daddy is gonna love both his girl’s to death; just a bit differently..”

ALTL Part 48

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Title: ALTL Part 48

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Lucifer, Sam, Dean, Castiel

Word count: 1,065

Warnings: angst

A/N: I hope you’re all still interested in this series :) Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

The masterlist to this series can be found HERE!

It wasn’t long before you mother showed up again.  She faded in and out as she came closer to you.  When she moved, it was as if she was made of static.  It was like she was jumping forward feet by feet.  Before you knew it her hand was around one of your arms.  She threw you away from Gabriel, causing you to roll against the gravelly ground.

You bounced a few times, eventually rolling to a stop.  The few minor cuts on your arms, quickly healed themselves.  You knew you could heal yourself, but if she hurt you too badly, there was no way you could heal yourself right away.

“You did this to me [Y/N],” your mother shouted, suddenly at your feet.  “I should have killed you when I had the chance.”

“Gabriel, salt and burn the ring,” you yelled, trying to scoot away from your mother.

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 BAD TEMPER III + masterlist + [part one and two]

 A/N: I’m contemplating whether or not to have all the chapters keep the same gif header or to change it like I’ve been…whatever, all I know is I’ll be putting this up on AO3 once I get the chance! The more you guys want of this, the more I’m willing to write it, who knows if it’ll be the next miniseries I write…any who, thanks for enjoying the lil storyline! [gif not mine] 

Word Count: 5.6K+

Warning: profanity and mentions of blood.

For the past couple of days you heard nothing but Kylo’s voice in your head, more than your own, it was like he took over your own thoughts. At first, you were a bit irritated that you even let him in in the first place–you wanted your mind to yourself, a place of freedom when you were upset or disappointed, hell, even happy–so you’d kick Kylo out. Of course, you’d feel the annoying tugging sensation that was Kylo begging for reentrance each and everytime so you allowed him in for a reason you didn’t bother to uncover. I’m such a sucker.

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Missed You Too Much

request: “I’d love to request a Luke smut where he comes back from tour and it’s really rough but passionate and it’s his point of view :’) thank you!”

warnings: literally smut, blowjob, swearing, dirty talk, eating out

word count: 1463

a/n: surprise i wrote something!! :-)

***This is in Luke’s POV***

Today was the day I was finally getting back to Y/N. I missed everything about her, her laugh, her hands, and her body. I was so excited to see her and hold her tightly in my arms and just inhale her scent, as creepy as that might sound. Y/N was everything to me and the past few months on tour had been so hard without her bubbly personality around me and just text messages to make it through lonely days and plane rides. I wished every day that Y/N could join me on tour, but she was worried that she’d distract me, further proof that she always put others before herself. Y/N was the greatest girl I’d ever met and I was so grateful for her. I wanted to surprise her completely, and when the plane landed I didn’t call or text, although I always did that when I landed, because Y/N always wanted to know if I was safe. I called an Uber once I was on the ground and gave the driver our address. The sun was setting, lighting up the sky brilliantly. I took a quick picture to show Y/N later.

The car parked in front of our house and I thanked the driver, walking up to mine and Y/N’s front door. I knocked on it, keeping up the rouse. Y/N answered the door in underwear and one of my T shirts and it was way too big for, the shirt swallowing her frame whole. Seeing her like this made me lick my lips and thoughts of ravishing her while she wore my shirt intruded my brain. I crossed the threshold, pulling Y/N into my arms. I kissed her lips, then her neck, and went back to her lips.

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TRUE ROMANCE XIII + Book 2 of Soul Mate [also on AO3]

Summary: What if second chances did exist…except in another lifetime?

A/N: Okay, so I’ve come to realize this may go on until like chapter 20-25, so there’s that! Also, consider this like a filler as chapter 14 we’ll see the ex you guys helped me decide to be Hux! Enjoy!

Warning: Minor profanity…?

Word Count: 3.2K+


Sitting on the edge of your bed as you flipped through the sketchbook you were nearly drooling over at how low your jaw hung in amazement, you looked up for a moment to see Ben sliding on his NASA sweats that he had lend you, his bare ass being the first thing that came into your line of vision before you chuckled. “Are you just gonna…ya know, free ball it?” You asked, turning your attention back to the sketchbook.

“Well, you see…seeing as I have no underwear at your place–which we’re totally going to have to fix–I sorta have to.” Ben nodded, walking over to you as he watched you eye his drawings in awe.

“What, you wanna move in?” You jokingly asked, not getting a response. “You do?” Looking up as Ben shyly looked out your bedroom window, he shrugged.

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Secret Santa

A/N: Merry Christmas, lovelies. As your present, I’m writing this little number. I hope it brings joy to you, and I hope you enjoy the rest of your holidays.

Pairing: Pietro x reader

Key: Y/F/I means “your first initial”

Summary: That little picture was something he couldn’t ever part with. It gave you the perfect inspiration.

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So I wrote this way before the episode even aired. Just forgot to post it. READ ON… 

 Date night had been a success. 

Fitz couldn’t even begin to describe the many feelings that ran through him as he carried her by his side, in his arms for the whole world to see. He couldn’t even say how many times he played what their first date would feel be like and the reality was like nothing he’d imagine. 

 Albeit nervous as she sat across from them at the restaurant they’d chosen in the car, the beaming smile on her face told him that she wasn’t going to let the media’s scrutiny affect her. 

 They could take as much pictures as they wanted through the glass windows.   

“Try it.” She held the fork in front of his face. “Do it for the homeless people who wish they could." 

 She’d eaten three piece of her shrimp plate and already, she was complaining of being too full. Three pieces! 

 And now, she was antagonizing him to help her finish it because ‘she didn’t want to waste the food and there were hungry homeless people out there who didn’t know where their next meal was coming from’

 Arms crossed on his chest, he refused to partake in whatever this was. "No. You eat your own damn shrimps.” He replied, grimacing. 

“Don’t be cute.” She smirked, still holding the fork to his lips. “I may not have a whole lot of experience being the President’s girlfriend since it’s only been like fifteen minutes but I’m pretty sure boyfriends do stuff for their girlfriends.”

He grinned. Boyfriend. Girlfriend. Such a nice tune to it. “You’re already pulling the girlfriend card?” He questioned.

 "I’m pulling the girlfriend card.“ She nodded. "Open up Fitzgerald." 

 Shaking his head, he pouted at her. "You’re so bossy." 

 "Complaints Mr. President?” She asked. 

 "No. Not a one, ma'am.“ He mumbled. 

 "Good.” She smiled. “Now eat my shrimp." 

He took the shrimp in his mouth, smiling slyly around the silver fork as she watched him. "I’ll be eating a lot more than your shrimp tonight. You just wait until we get home.”

Eyes wide, she gasped at him when what he said settled and begin to take roots in her head. She shook her index finger at him and the urge lean in and bite on it was killing him.

“You Mr. President, sir, are shameless.”

He huffed. Rolling his eyes. “Such old news.” Then grabbing her hand, he pulled her out of her chair onto his lap. “Kiss me.”

She looked into his beautiful ocean-blue eyes while running her fingers through his curly hair. “You promise to do that thing you do with your tongue later?”

“What thing?” He smirked, feigning ignorance. “Show me.”

The media uproar outside their windows forgotten, she lowered her lips against his and proceeded to show exactly what the thing was. Sucking on his upper lip, she probed his mouth open to gain full access of his lips. Her fingers wound tighter in his hair as she possessed his mouth, rolling her tongue beneath his and letting him suck on it, tasting her, wanting to be claimed once again as much as she was claiming him.

Pulling apart breathlessly, she tugged at his lower lip, biting and earning a soft little groan from him as she released him with a pop reluctantly.

“You learn quickly little minx.” He whispered.

“I didn’t have to learn because it was my move to begin with!” Olivia said.

His lips agape in a shocked expression, he went on:  “Ms. Pope, are you insinuating that my super power moves were stolen from you?”

She nodded. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Those are big accusations against the President of the United States, you are aware of that right?” The smile on his face never wavered. His heart couldn’t cease to stop singing this happy tune and his eyes couldn’t leave that beautiful face of hers.

As happy as he was though, sadness lurked behind this moment also because something this good between them shouldn’t be a first after so many years together. This should’ve been their thousandth date going onto many more and still feel like their first.

But he planned to make up for all of that lost time and by the time he’s about finished, they’ll be grey and old together and she’ll be sick of him. That, he promised himself. From this moment on, making this woman happy was his one and only priority. For the rest of their lives.

“I do know that.” She replied.

“Are you ready to back up those despicable claims, Ms. Pope?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “Preferably tonight?”

“Oh I don’t know about that sir.” She drawled in a southern accent, making him laugh. “You see, there’s this amazing man and he calls me his girlfriend, so I’m not sure he’d be too happy with me if he caught me screwing around on him.”

“Who said anything about screwing, pretty young thing?” He asked, California charm and all. “I’ll be just fine with getting to second base with you.”

Olivia broke character first when she framed his face in her hand and smacked a sloppy kiss on him. Then she hugged him and lay her head on his shoulder. 

“Can we do it on the balcony one day?” He whispered innocently in her ears as if he was asking her about her favorite color.

Lifting her head up, she batted her thick lashes at him. “The two porn version of us they already have online isn’t enough? We have to give them the real thing?”

Cringing, he decided that it was probably too soon. Way too soon. “I’m an idiot. I’m sorry.” He began pampering her face with kisses, pouting at her and begging for forgiveness with puppy blue eyes.

Olivia eventually caved. She could never resist that man and his charms even when she tried her hardest. “Okay. Okay. Fine!” She yelped when he started tickling her. “Stop it, Fitzgerald!”

“Say you forgive me.” He demanded.

“I forgive you. Now cut it out.”

So he did. Pushing her hair out of her face, he smiled at her lovingly as he stared at her.

“What?” She asked sassily.

“Nothing.” Fitz shook his head. “I just like you a lot.”

She tapped her pointer finger on the bridge of his nose; grinning widely. “I kinda like you too, Mr. Grant.”

“Enough to agree to a second date?” He questioned.

Olivia sighed, throwing her head back. “Well, I don’t know. I’m kinda taken and really in love with this other guy-”

He cut her. Fingers tilting her chin up, he slammed his lips against hers and kissed her slowly and sweetly like nothing she’s ever felt before- again and again, each time stealing her breath away.

“Just say yes.” He whispered.

Closing the gap between their lips again, he traced the shape of his mouth with her tongue. “Yes.” She replied. Then; “Take me home, baby.”


When they faced the crowd outside this time, Olivia had a whole different attitude going out than when she came in. That feeling of shame, the nervousness in the pit of her stomach that threatened to rise bile in her throat was no more.

She was in the arms of the most powerful man on the planet… the leader of this great nation… President of the United States of America and she loved him. She loved him and he loved her too just as much.

There was nothing shameful about the kind of love that her and Fitz had and she would no longer let guilt engulf her. There was nothing sexy about hiding that kind of love either.

So she wouldn’t. She was gonna start living for Olivia now. She deserved it. She more than earned it.

Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III was it, and she was ready to begin this new chapter of their life together. If there was even an ounce of fleeting doubt about that this was absolutely what she wanted, it all vanished as she walked out of the restaurant with him next to her, enveloped in his arms with their S.S. agents keeping the rowdy crowd of paparazzis at bay.

A screaming series of questions were launched at them left and right from enthused photographers and journalists looking for a quote or comment.

How was date night Ms. Pope?

What’s next for you and The President, Ms. Pope?

Is this America’s next greatest love story?

Are you planning to move into the White House with The President now that he’s divorcing Senator Mellie Grant?

Ms. Pope…?!

Mr. President…?!

She smiled the whole time, shielding her face from the powerful camera light. As soon as she climbed in the backseat of the motorcade, and the door closed, all the noise died.

“You’re okay?” Fitz asked.

Instead of nodding, she reached across her seat for him and kissed him, deciding that they could have that last picture for the night. And if that didn’t answer all their questions, along with America’s, then that was their problems to deal with.


Walking down the hallways of the west-wing together, their fingers never detached. Every single person in that big White building with two sets of eyes stared at him in wonderment and possibly disbelief.

It was one thing to stand in the truth. But it was another to live in it.

This was very much real. They were real.

“I have some stuff to finish at the office. It shouldn’t take long. Is that okay?” Fitz asked.

“You’re fine. I’m not going anywhere.” Olivia smiled at him.

And for the first time in their relationship, she found herself meaning those words with every ounce of honesty in her being. She was here to stay. No more running.

“No more than half an hour. I promise.” Fitz said.

“Kay. Go do your thing. I’ll be upstairs waiting.” She reached up on the tip of her toes and placed a featherlight innocent kiss on his cheek.

“Thirty minutes.” Fitz promised. “Please don’t fall asleep.”

“I won’t.”

She let go of his hand reluctantly, risking one last look at him because life was a bitch and she never knew when the last time would be.

Olivia was almost at the end of the hall, turning a corner when she heard him shout her name.

“What?” She asked, shrugging her shoulders.

“I love you.” He signed.

Smiling, she shook her head at him and signed back. “I love you more.”


Thirty minutes later…

Fitz walked down a mostly quiet hallway in the White House, making his way to where the rest of his life waited for him.

He loosened the blue tie around his neck and unclasped a button. He carried his jacket in his arm while undoing his cufflinks.

Then he reached the presidential suite and almost didn’t recognize it. The was dimly lit by candles and the a combinations of aroma from white jasmine, mulling spices and cranberries to vanilla and deep amber filled his nostrils.

Then, as if she sensed his presence, she appeared in the doorframe of bathroom dressed like his favorite fantasy.

“Livvie…” He whispered breathlessly. “Jesus!” He ran his hand over his face, making sure this was indeed real. 

It was.

Bare footed, she slowly begin to walk towards him in a sexy satin and mesh push-up babydoll. Her long hair was still in curls bouncing over her shoulders. She was beautiful. Vibrant. Sexy. Sensational. Stunning. Staggering. And all his.

“You’re all done with work?” She asked.

Not able to tear his eyes off her, he nodded. “Just about.” He replied.

“Good enough.” She took his jacket from his arm and threw it on the chair by their window. Then she proceeded to finish the task of unbuttoning his dress shirt; kissing his exposed chest hair with each unclasped button. Pushing the shirt off his shoulder, she let it fall lifelessly onto the carpet flooring before moving to his belt buckle.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” Down went the zipper of his slacks next. “So beautiful and sexy.”

Fitz couldn’t take it anymore. He had to have her. 

Always knowing how to read him, she smiled when she met his lust filled eyes. A dark shade of gray cement they were now with a sea of arousal swimming in them. All for her.

She reached up, framing his face in the palm of her hands and teased his lips with the soft, wet, and shattering touch of hers. Pulling away seconds before it even started, she walked backwards to their bed and he followed forward towards her until the back of her leg hit the mattress and halted her to a stop.

She took a sit at the edge of the bed and finished what she started, pulling down his slacks and boxers, leaving him naked as the day he was put on this earth. Defined muscles, sculpted torso, perfect pasty skin. He was every bit the God that she knew he was.

“Make love to me, daddy.”