#dixons vixens

[nulli-cat]

Some full bodies of the sillies in the 70s

I basically gave the oc treatment to most of these guys

[starshipsofstarlord]

How To Weaken a Man

Summary - you were going to get what you wanted, Daryl however was going to have to wait. He was deserving of a taste of his own medicine, after him constantly being in charge, it was time for a change (3.3k)

Warnings - 18+ MDNI, smut, brat taming, oral (m+f receiving), unprotected sex, teasing, daryl being a total boob man, hair pulling, spanking

daryl dixon + norman reedus works main masterlist

It was an obvious distraction, or at least Daryl thought; it was in fact life threatening for you to be wearing a low necked vest that accentuated two of the greatest curves of your body.

He was going to die. That much was clear.

The archer dryly licked his lips as he avoided studying your silhouette, knowing that if he aimed his eyes in your direction, he wouldn’t be able to focus on Rick’s plans to reinforce the walls of Alexandria to stop another swarm of walkers breaking through.

This was important! It was the same thing he kept reminding himself, as he listened to the chiding voices eliciting ideas, and he was consuming the words through his ears, until your own unmistakably broke in, causing the man to gulp.

He was weak, despite being one of the strongest survivors in the room, and your body was his kryptonite. Sure, it was a warm day, however he was mentally cursing your choice of attire.

Your decision of clothing was cruel, more so as you leant across the table, talking away as you watched as Daryl stared at the ground. The act made you smirk - you had clearly affected him, and whilst that hadn’t been your original intention, you were still sure as hell going to take it as a victory.

He had to look, he could never help himself and this time would be no different. The man was stuck in his ways, and whilst he was attempting to postpone caving to them, you knew his weaknesses far too well.

And you felt pride swell in your chest as your lover slowly drew his wolfish eyes in your direction, tracing the outline of your body with his intent pupils, the meeting was almost over, and he was aware that he would soon be met with his demise. And then his control would too be gone, vanquished to less than dust due to your vixen like ways.

But you wouldn’t be as kind as he anticipated, you were going to make him wait until he had turned into a completely feral man, whom would do anything to touch your flesh. It was a taste of his own medicine in which he would receive, and boy was it going to be sweet!

Blindly you plucked your bottom lip between your teeth, grazing it with the edges of the porcelain within your mouth as you maintained eye contact, for just a moment longer, until you returned your attention to Rick, brushing your tied up hair that had grown out a little longer than before across to your opposing shoulder, exposing your right collarbone.

You were a damn tease, Daryl thought, suddenly wishing that he hadn’t insisted that you had gotten your ass up and out of your house to attend this meeting. And then it clicked in his mind, this was your revenge.

He had practically dragged you here, and now he was the one suffering from the effect of his own actions. Perhaps he deserved it, he sure as hell knew that you had a tendency to be sly when it suited you, surviving had moulded you into a malleable creature who could adapt to her surroundings. And you were adapting into a distraction for him, he gruffly shuffled in his seat, adjusting his legs beneath one of the tables in the room to soothe his growing erection.

It needed to go away, sooner rather than later. The last thing he wanted was to be humiliated by his apocalyptic peers for being attracted to his damn wife. It’d be something he’d never hear the end of, and some of them such as Eugene, were annoying enough without picking fun at things that were out of his control.

And so he cast his eyes away once more, prioritising his line of sight upon the floor, and more importantly, out of your direction. “Okay.” He heard your voice speak out, and as he briefly glanced at you, he noticed how you were now stood upright, with your arms folded across your chest, pushing your breasts subtly together. “Me and Daryl will see what materials we can find, we’ll take a truck and see if we can salvage anything from nearby.”

“Sounds good.” Rick nodded at you, completely clueless to your underlining schemes, as both you and the archer had done the same previously when you were upholding yourselves in the prison. And that, now that Daryl remembered that past experience, was of a similar nature.

You had seemed completely innocent the first time you had suggested that you and Daryl trekked out to scavenge for building supplies, however that hadn’t been your only goal. Due to the ever growing population of survivors that had been allowed to thrive beyond the fences, it was difficult for you and the brooding man to ever get some alone time, so when you had seen an opportunity to, you took it.

It appeared to be brewing from the same source within this instance, considering that work within Alexandria was infinite, more so now since the walkers had effectively flocked through. There had been some makeshift barricades put in place for the time being, however there was need for it to be reinforced to the maximum security so that the parade of the dead didn’t force themselves through an encore.

He expected you to wait as the attendees of the meeting, however you left with the rest of the flock, leaving him to his lonesome as he then was in an empty room, with the exception of Rick who confusedly watched him. “Are you okay brother?” He enquired, a soft frown attuning to his features.

“Fine.” Daryl responded, thanking whatever force above that his problem had returned to its unaroused state. He clapped his palm on the table as he stood, nodding to his friend before he bid him a short goodbye in the words, “I’ve gotta catch up ter y/n/n.”

Rick was silent as he watched his friend leave the room, chasing after his wife which made the man smile. It was a strike of luck that they were both here, and that they had each other to rely on, even when it came down to something as simple as finding anything useful to reinforce the borders of the place that had become their entire group’s home.

The man however didn’t know that this was just a fraction of a drawn out game that the woman was playing, although Daryl could see right through you as you swayed your hips with every step that you took towards the gates, Daryl’s crossbow on your hip prompting the notion that the two of you weren’t going home before your trip and resolving your lust for revenge.

“Oh. You’re finally here.” You stated, practically undressing him with your eyes as you looked Daryl up and down, prior to shoving his weapon into his own hands, and picking up your own where it was laying in the trunk of the pickup.

“Yeah. I ‘m.” He responded, squinting as he looked down on your conniving form, untrusting of your avid bluntness towards him. After all, the only thing that he was guilty of was dragging your body down the mattress to ‘entice’ you to comply with your attendance of an important matter. “What’s wrong with ya?” Daryl asked, watching as you coyly cocked your head, an almost invisible smirk stringing itself on the corner of your lips.

“Nothin’. Now come on Dixon, I know a good place…” you lightly patted the side of the empty truck, swinging the drivers door open, not feigning any attention to the small furrow of his brows. “Get in, today you’re my passenger princess.”

Before Daryl had time to argue with your assumption of being the one behind the wheel, you had already slammed the door behind your figure, giving him no space to argue. Otherwise he was certain there’d be whispers among the Alexandrians if he were to haul you to the other side, as none would have the confidence to defend one Dixon against the other.

“Passeng’r princess my ass.” He mumbled as he trudged to around the front of the vehicle, making sure to slam the opposing door shut after he had seared himself. “Yer up to somethin’, and I dun know if I like it.” Daryl spoke to you, crossing his arms as he watched you turn the keys in the ignition, and without much wait, you were already steering out of the gates after they had been opened for your departure.

“You’ll like it, trust me.” You shot your husband a wink, seemingly knowing exactly the route of your journey. He silently sulked in the seat, kicking his legs slowly out as he decidedly chose to ignore you and focus his eye sight out the window. He was mildly ignoring you, and his behaviour only made you more eager to get him in the position that you wanted.

He said nothing, muting himself for the entire drive, with the exception of a grunt every time that you placed your hand on his thigh, which ended in him shrugging you off. You leant forwards, taking a risk and driving off road, which made the vehicle jut up and down, and with each disturbed movement, your chest rapidly rose and fell in a pattern of bounces.

That was what drew his curiosity, and he realised as soon as he noticed your breasts lifting out of the truck’s rocky accord, that this was all still your attempt of teasing him. His elbow rested against the bottom of the window on his side, as he brushed some of the hair that was falling in his face to the side.

“The hell ain’t you on the road?” He huffed, aware that your route of feminine prowess could cause a flat tire. As he glanced to the back seats however he noticed a spare shoved behind his chair, and so once again, you continued to be one step ahead of him.

“Told you I knew a good place, you should have more faith in me baby. It’s an old garage, we can strip the walls there,” or yourselves, you thought pointedly, slowing down the speed in which you were going as you grew closer to the coordinates that you had visited a couple times to bring home additional fixtures for his bike.

“Do have faith in yer, when ya ain’t focused on seducin’ me in the middle of nowhere.” Daryl knew that he wouldn’t be able to deny you for the entire time whilst you were alone. It was never his strong suit, and he could feel a primal pit in his stomach stirring as he imagined all of the ways that he would put you in your place and remind you that you weren’t as clever as you were convinced you were.

Most nights when the two of you had the chance for some alone time, he would have you writhing beneath his fingertips, physically drooling and being vocal in your need for more. “Seducing you?” You laughed, your mouth crooking as you contained a maleficent smile. “I hardly have to seduce you Dar.”

He felt him sinking into his seat as he grunted softly towards you, as he was all too aware that it was the truth. After all the hunts that he would return from, he would come home, and prove how much he had missed you, even if that meant awakening you from your slumber to lay some love on you.

“Whatev’r.” He replied, throwing open the door on his side when you had pulled over, and heading straight to the garage that was no doubt located to help lost travellers between towns. “Can’ blame me for findin’ ya attractive. But ya can blame me fer punishin’ ya later for this behaviour.” He threatened you, allowing you to catch up to him, before he undid the latch on the small garage, hoisting the metal door open.

He had his crossbow ready, in case there were any walkers lurking within the depths of your location of impure fantasies, noticing there being bikes tossed on their sides, numerous parts missing. “This where ya find all my parts?” He quietly questioned, as you held your own weapon next to him, eyes scanning every inch of the undisturbed atmosphere.

“Obviously.” You responded, going through the entire mass of the abandoned workplace, until the both of you were certain that there were no undead inhabiting the interior.

“We should’ get tha’ door,” Daryl gestured to the entrance that you had closed behind your entry, however you gripped his arm, taking a couple steps back until you were cornered by the benches that were decorated with askew tools. “Ya don’ think that’s a good idea, princess?”

“Not yet.” You confirmed, seating yourself up on the workbench, pushing some of the metal utensils out of the way as you lay your gun down flat on the cold side, eyeing Daryl as though he was your last meal. He looked obscurely at you, gulping as he walked between your legs, crossbow slung over his shoulder as his rough and expended hands played with the bottom of your tank top, his azure gaze now locked onto your chest.

The top of your bra was visible, the fabric of your shirt having heaved itself down as you pulled yourself atop of the unit to sit, as you swayed your legs mindlessly, brushing your boots upon the side of his legs. “And why’s that, huh?” He asked, all knowing of the reason, unfazed by the mud that was now being sketched along his trousers.

“Because I want you.” You answered him, eyes boring into his face as you blocked your vision for only a moment to bring your shirt over your head. “And I know you want me too.” His hands had crawled searingly up your sides, to your back where he unclasped your bra and tossed it onto the ground, leaving your breasts bare for him to take in.

Daryl could feel himself ignite into a state of arousal again, as he covered your chest with his palms, squeezing at the supple flesh. It had been all he tried to keep off his mind during the excruciating meeting, and now he was finally alone with you, everything he wanted right in front of his eyes.

“I always wan’ yer.” He replied, leaning forward to press his mouth against your own, circling your nipples with his thumbs, his brows shooting up as you wasted little to no time in pushing your tongue into his mouth. He released a groan, drifting his hands down to pinch at his thighs, but as he did so, he felt a sharp tug to the roots of his brunette locks.

You had just pulled his hair. “Well if you want me that bad Dixon, you’re going to do exactly as I say.” You demanded, your fingers still entangled in his hair as you pushed the man’s face down your sternum, his lips tracing every millimetre of your flesh until he reached your hardened buds, excitedly enveloping them within his mouth.

“I’ll do wha’ I wan-“ you had cut his argumentative rapture of dominance short as you once again pulled sternly at his roots, forcing a whine to escape the burly hunter. He was going to do what you wanted, and clearly your insurance of enforcing your husband was working.

“Well, what I see what you want is to make me your very happy wife.” You enticed him, holding your hands upon your partner’s shoulders to descend him to his knees in between your legs. The peripheral that you had was one that lived within your personal fantasies, and something that you had never revealed to Daryl. But it appeared that he was on board with your reversal of roles, as he pawed desperately at your jeans, and you aided him by unbuttoning them, the two of you working as a team to pull the worn denim down your legs.

“I do.” He bespoke, pressing hungry kisses along the inside of your thighs, his nose running along the damp cotton of your panties. “Want to make yer the happiest wife in the world.” Daryl slid your underwear to the side, revealing your already wet core to his glazed irises, as he hardly gave you a moment to order him around before he dove straight in, tongue first.

“Fuck, Dar.” You keened, running your hands down to have both of them gripping wantonly at his hair. “You’re so good at that.” You reassured him, pushing him between your legs further, your thighs squeezing either side of his head. He suctioned your clit between his lips, causing you to lean your back against the wall behind you, your head lightly hitting it too as you lived through the pleasure that ran through your veins.

You were growing closer to your release, however despite your body prompting you to chase it, your mind made you push Daryl away, and when he looked up at you, there was disdain written in his eyes. With shaky legs you managed to slide down from where you had been sat in your ecstasy, and pushed Daryl in your place. “It’s your turn now baby.”

He rubbed at the scratchy hair at his chin, accidentally spreading your wetness across the lower half of his face, as his chest rose and fell as he watched you until you were now on your knees. His hand ran through your hair, patiently waiting as you unbuckled his belt, and proceeded undressing his legs until all of him was on display, his hard cock bobbing on its own accord in your face. “Do-“

He had no time slot to give you commands, as you had already engulfed his cock within your hollowed cheeks, allowing the tip to hit the back of your throat. His hips followed your rhythm, chasing after the warm and suffocating pleasure that your mouth provided his length with, and as he gazed down at you, he felt proud. You of all the surviving population within the messed up world were his wife, and from before you had gotten married to the present, you always had the habit of surprising him.

Daryl knew that he could be a difficult man to put up with and understand at times, but you never needed an explanation to know what was running through his mind. He felt disappointed as you removed your lips from around his cock, however he had learnt previously from your attitude not to voice. Instead he was just going to do what he wanted, and as he watched you stand, in the midst of a second, he had you bent over the workbench, in a vulnerable position and at his famished mercy.

He clicked his tongue, as he leant over your form, one hand beneath you cupping your breast, as the other warningly stroked your ass. “As fun as tha’ was sunshine, I ain’t gonna let yer be a fuckin’ brat whenever ya please.” His voice was husky with his southern accent as he spoke dangerously in your ear, his cock pressed up against your backside, as you huffed frustratedly.

“I’m not a brat.” You rolled your eyes although he couldn’t see, however your entire body jumped in surprise as he clapped a hand firmly down on your ass, and your breathing increased. “I-“

Much like how you had been silencing Daryl’s defences, he had repeated your actions, exonerating a moan from your throat as he slid his cock through your walls, filling you up perfectly. Any confidence you had from previously having power over him had vanished, as it was all too clear that Daryl had gained back his control.

“Yeah, ya are. Bu’ you’re my brat.” Daryl grunted, finding satisfaction when he heard nothing in reply other than your moans and the sound of his name tumbling from your lips. A smirk found prize on his lips as a thought slunk into his mind, and his hand raised, tugging at your hair. “Now be a good girl and do as I say.”

[havendance]

I think part of my opinion on Thompson’s Birds of Prey is that I really liked the episodic nature of Dixon’s BOP. There were a lot of two and three issue arcs and stand alone issues with building plot threads throughout . I remember when Simone took over and with Sensei and Student especially thinking that the plot just kept going. And I think that comics in general have shifted towards these longer plot line rather than a more monster of the week (month) feel and I kind of miss it. I do feel like Thompson’s BOP could use a little more focus. Right now, it feels like she’s really excited to use a bunch of different characters, but she’s trying to toss them all in for every issue and it just leads to all of them feeling like their just there sometimes. I can’t help but wonder if it would be more effective to do some shorter stories with smaller casts. At the same time, I can see why she doesn’t because that would mean giving up characters and they’re all fun! I read in her Reddit ama that there was another character she wanted to use for this coming arc but she was told no because they felt she already had a large enough cast and considering she’s taking out Vixen to add two more members, I think that was probably the right call.

[grimesthinker]

aria ཊ♥︎ཉ (n)sfw writer *.,*. 9teen ࣪＊ִ⁺libra :3 she/her 🧸

smut ✩ | fluff ♡

BLURBS + DIALOGUES + ONE-SHOTS ᧔♡᧓

RICK GRIMES

"you're a good man, rick." ♡

distracted ✩

hot and bothered ✩

miss you on my lips ✩♡

mr. grimes ✩

fuckin' brat ✩

jealousy jealousy ✩

DARYL DIXON

ain't it pretty? ♡

reassurance ♡

first time ✩

little things ♡

RICK GRIMES + DARYL DIXON

vixen ✩

[mermaidsirennikita]

Do you have any recommendations for books were the hero and heroine get married at the beginning or at least in the first act?

Definitely! (Uh, I ended up having a lot.)

Obviously, in Devil in Winter Sebastian and Evie get married within the first few chapters. I'm sure you've read it, but juuust in case.

In Sherry Thomas's The Luckiest Lady in London, I believe they get married fairly quickly--in His At Night, they marry pretty quickly, too. The heroine in that book is trying to compromise the hero's brother into marrying her, but she accidentally does it to the hero first.

Speaking of, Accidentally Compromising the Duke (lmao) by Stacy Reid has a similar deal and early marriage, Wicked in His Arms has the hero and heroine marry early after he gets caught shortly after deflowering her in a closet, and When the Earl Met His Match has an early marriage, though the heroine is pregnant by another man (hero is in on the deal).

The Viscount and The Vixen by Lorraine Heath has the hero and heroine marry early after she answers an ad to marry his elderly, somewhat crazy father. The ad has a stipulation that basically says that if she doesn't get the marriage she was promised, she gets a huge payout. The hero is all "A-HA, IT SAYS YOU MUST MARRY A TITLED LORD OF OUR LINE, IT DOESN'T SPECIFY IT MUST BE MY DAD". And then he marries her instead tooootally not what his dad had in mind...

Scandal's Bride by Stephanie Laurens has the hero and heroine get married early in the book because she's probably pregnant. (CW: the hero is drugged by the heroine for their first encounter because she doesn't want him to remember so that he'll leave her pregnant and single. He doesn't care, tbh, but just in case.)

Shadowheart by Laura Kinsale has Allegreto and Elena get married pretty early. Heads up: first encounter is noncon, medieval marriage consummation deal. He basically forces her to marry him, but they end up having a looooot in common. Emotionally and sexually.

Fiona and the Enigmatic Earl by Grace Callaway has the hero and heroine marry early after he gives her an orgasm against a wall or something and they're like "wait a second... you're hot, I'm hot, we both need to marry, let's just do it". What they don't realize is that they're both like, running around London at night doing vigilante shit lmao.

The Recruit by Monica McCarty has a fairly early marriage. The heroine is a widowed single mother who Robert the Bruce wants to marry the hero. However, after an amazing encounter where they first lay eyes on each other while he's pile driving a random (and he gets off on the eye contact) they spend some time together with her knowing who he is and him thinking she's a servant. They sleep together, he makes an offhand comment on being with her while married to another woman (who he doesn't know... would be her) she gets pissed and turns down the marriage. Theeeen a few months later they run into each other... she's pregnant.... and he's like "NO CHILD OF MINE WILL BE A BASTARD" and forces her to marry him lmao.

Wed to the Wild God by Ruby Dixon is a fantasy romance that has the hero (a hedonistic god) marry the heroine (a practical human) early in order to keep her protected. Because of the hedonism thing, they have sex within the first couple chapters, but it takes a while for them to actually fall in love.

The Truth About Cads and Dukes by Elisa Braden has an early marriage (a lot of Rescued from Ruin books do, but this is one of my favorites). The hero is a cold duke, his wild younger brother compromises the heroine (not sexually or romantically) and the hero marries her because he's a standup guy. Also because he is WILDLY sexually attracted to her, something she misses at every possible moment until he can't stand it anymore. The Temptation of a Highlander has an early marriage too, I think, and that one was good.

Lush Money by Angelina M. Lopez is a contemporary with an early marriage, in which a lady billionaire asks the hero to marry her and get her pregnant in exchange for a financial bailout for his tiny country. It's GREAT.

Rules for Engaging the Earl by Jana MacGregor has the hero and heroine (childhood friends) marry early because it turns out her husband, who left her pregnant, was a bigamist and their marriage wasn't valid. The hero marries her to legitimize her baby (sort of).

The Duchess Deal by Tessa Dare has the hero and heroine marry early because his fiancee skipped out on him (he's super scarred) and the heroine marries him instead (she was the seamstress who made the wedding dress and shows up wearing it in order to get paid, and he's like "how convenient"). When a Scot Ties the Knot has the hero and heroine handfast early in the book, which is technically not a legal marriage YET but could be if they consummate and choose to stay married. Which she doesn't want to do. At first.

This Scot of Mine by Sophie Jordan has the hero and heroine marry early because she's pretending to be pregnant (by someone else) and the hero has a family curse which means he'll die after getting his wife pregnant and before his heir is born. He figures he'll marry the heroine, claim her baby as his heir, and go on his way. But she isn't pregnant. And they consummate the marriage HARD. Oops!

In Never Seduce a Scot, the hero and heroine marry early to forge an alliance; she's deaf, and he think she's unable to consent, so even though he's attracted to her he keeps his distance. Until she makes it clear she very much CAN consent.

Consort of Fire by Kit Rocha is a fantasy romance in which the heroine (a princess) marries the hero (a god/dragon shifter) early. However, she's bound to murder him, despite their immediate connection. She's also in love with her handmaiden, even though she's falling for her husband. And her husband is like "mmmmm idk why we can't ALL be together...?" FFM.

The Bride by Julie Garwood is a classic medieval romance, in which the (Scottish) hero and the (English) heroine marry super early, like first or second chapter, for political reasons. He won't fuck her until she wears his plaid!!!! There's this amazing moment where he basically hauls her to stand beside him in this window so his people can look at them and is all "MY WIFE" in Gaelic, thinking she doesn't understand it. And some guy is all "ok but what do we call her" and he goes "YOU CALL HER MINE" still in Gaelic. And she's all "OH" and asks after "soooo what were you saying" and he's like "um bullshit don't worry about it". AMAZING.

Untamed by Elizabeth Lowell is another one where they marry early, older medieval. Arranged political deal, but they're super attracted to each other--however, her people try to kill him on the wedding day, and even though he handles it like a boss he doesn't trust the heroine at all and decides to wait until she has her period to consummate the marriage to make sure she's not pregnant by another man. He wants heir bIG TIME. Honestly a great book.

I also will recommend, with a caveat, the third book in that trilogy, Enchanted. In that one, the heroine was supposed to marry another guy but uhhh book 2 things happen (it stands alone, but I would recommend book 2, Forbidden, which is not an early marriage book but is a book I adore) so the hero steps up to marry her and seal the alliance instead. However, the heroine is super traumatized because she was raped in the past. Which isn't a trope I looove and there are some old school aspects to the hero's initial reaction (to be clear: he does not shame or get angry at her for it, but he does think she's maybe saying that because she doesn't want to admit she had consensual sex before marriage, and he's like "I don't care, that's totally cool, I'll go with it") but I do find this book super romantic and gentle otherwise.

The Chief by Monica McCarty has the hero, big Scottish laird dude, get asked to marry the heroine for politics early in the book. He's like "no" because he's a widower with two sons and doesn't want wife complications. But the heroine's father makes her get into bed with the hero while he's sleeping and expected a Wench to be sent to him, and she assumes it'll be a whole "everyone runs in within minutes to catch us and we'll be forced to marry" deal. They do NOT run in within minutes, and everyone does run in, but the hero is literally inside her by the time they do so he has to do a stop drop and roll deal before being like "FINE. I'LL MARRY HER". This one also has this amazing thing where he's like "I want sex to be detached" but then when she lets him hit it doggy which is his favorite position, he realizes he's not feeling it because he can't make eye contact!!!!

The Winter King by C.L. Wilson is a fantasy romance wherein they marry early to seal a truce after the hero conquered her kingdom. She's supposed to get pregnant within a year, or else they'll LEAVE HER ON A GLACIER. Very literal enemies to lovers, super amazing, WYNTER I LOVE YOUR WORK!!! Also funny in that they're both dosed with something at the wedding ceremony and it cuts to him like, fuming down the hallway to find her all "I CAN'T BELIEVE HER DAD GAVE ME FANTASY VIAGRA I CAN'T HANDLE THIS". Fortunately, she was also given fantasy viagra so it works out.

Of course, my favorite Sarah MacLean, A Rogue By Any Other Name, has an early marriage after Bourne forces Penelope's hand to make her marry him so that he can get the property that's a part of her dowry and used to belong to him before Tragic Backstory Ensued. Very funny in that he does this by going down on her and then screaming at her dad through a window the next say (when the dad arrives to like, shoot him) "WELL WHAT'RE YA GONNA DO ABOUT IT DUDE I FUCKED YOUR DAUGHTER". I love him.

Mafia Virgin by Mila Finelli is a mafia romance (obvi) in which the hero and heroine are forced to marry for mafia alliance reasons super early in the book. Though they don't consummate immediately, there is another stipulation--he must get her pregnant within six months. Major breeding kink ensues, naturally.

When A Rogue Meets His Match by Elizabeth Hoyt has the hero and heroine marry early because basically, the hero is the henchman of this evil guy who I think is her guardian? Our heroine HATES the hero. But the hero is all "I'm done with evil deeds" and then the guardian is like "cool but if you do this last one you can marry my hot ward/niece? who I know you've wanted for forever". And the hero is like ".... yes". Duke of Desire also has an early marriage, of the "to protect you" variety--but TW, the hero was sexually abused as a child and a lot of the book is about his recovery.

[fated-mates]

It's weekend book deal time! 🎉

Let's start with Kate Regnery's THE VIXEN AND THE VET in the Redemption Romance episode. It's free today.

Lisa Kleypas’s CHASING CASSANDRA. We talk about it all the time. It’s $2!

We’ve talked about Beverly Jenkins’s WILD RAIN quite a bit. It was also one of our best romances of 2021. $2!

We recommended Ruby Dixon’s THE KING’S SPINSTER BRIDE in the Royalty Romance episode. $2!

We discussed Jeannie Lin’s THE SWORD DANCER in the Antiheroines episode. $2!

We covered Kali Anthony’s THE MARRIAGE THAT MADE HER QUEEN ($2) and Amanda Cinelli’s STOLEN IN HER WEDDING GOWN ($2)  in our Harlequin Category episode.

We talked up Tracey Livesay’s AMERICAN ROYALTY in Royalty Romance, [Sex on the] Beach Reads, and These Books Bang. $2 today.

We talked about Alisha Rai’s THE RIGHT SWIPE in Epistolary Romances. $2!

We recommended Meredith Duran’s THE DUKE OF SHADOWS in All About Dukes. $2 today.

[apopcornkernel]

ur dinahbabs posting has infected me, what runs should I look up for Peak Vibes?

!!!!! please note that im not done reading but I've been using this reading order! the ones without numbers are oneshots separate from the main BOP comic that began publishing in 1999 🫶

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Foundational. Also whenever you're reading issues by Dixon please remember that he's a homophobe which makes all the queerness 10x funnier

Black Canary/Oracle: Birds of Prey

Showcase ’96 #3

Birds of Prey: Manhunt

Birds of Prey: Revolution

Birds of Prey: Wolves

Birds of Prey: Batgirl

Birds of Prey (1999) #1 to #11

The one where Dinah gets blasted to Apokolips and Babs moves heaven and earth to get her back (aka she contacts Power Girl who is absolutely her ex)

Birds of Prey #12 to #13

Misc. (u can try ur luck here but i don't remember much sticking out to me)

Birds of Prey #14 to #18

The Hunt for Oracle (this is the one with the gay panel of dinah cradling babs, this one is really really good!!! this is where they finally meet f2f)

Birds of Prey #19

Nightwing #45

Birds of Prey #20

Nightwing #46

Birds of Prey #21

The one where Babs gets her ex-fiance who is still in love with her to stalk Dinah, because Dinah's new boyfriend is Ra's al Ghul (please read this the last issue is.... askdjfbjfjfjfkf)

Birds of Prey #31 to #35

After this there's a lot of crossovers but you can just keep reading on if you like (which I still did HAHA i'll take whatever i can get)

Birds of Prey #36 to #41

Okay!! Now this is the issue that finally explains why Power Girl keeps acting like Babs' jilted ex!!!!

Birds of Prey #42

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Skipped some here because I'm just ehhhh about them like they're okay but not spectacularly Dinahbabs!

After this is where Gail Simone's run begins. I actually have,, opinions about it it's not as super duper amazing as it's touted (like yes it's good! i did enjoy it! but it's not like. god level the way other people talk about it idk. and i have some Thoughts on the feminism but that's a whole other post)

Of Like Minds, Feeding the Game, Sensei and Student — from here on out Huntress is more or less a permanent part of the team! ft. Shiva and Cheshire in the third story arc

Birds of Prey #56 to 67

The three birds & growing pains

Birds of Prey #68

Between Dark & Dawn — Trippy. Features Vixen. Also, Dinahbabs gets a classic type of scene, of which I will not spoil but it was very (screams!!)

Birds of Prey #69 to #73

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and that is until where I've read 🥲🥲🥲 i hesitate to continue if i havent read the comic itself yet! and i may have missed a few but this is what i would read for dinahbabs vibes personally <3

[bluewingedcoyote]

Hey Mercedes Lackey fans! Have you heard about the Crowdfunding effort for Grandmaster?

A Deluxe Special Edition collection of Misty's short stories from the Valdemar Anthologies in glorious leather hardback with foil details and painted page edges.

Contains the stories- 'A Herald's Journey", "Vixen", "A Midnight Clear", "Vexed Vixen", "Moving Targets", "To Catch A Thief", "The One Left Behind", "Temper", "Boundaries", "Shin'a'inigans", "Stolen Silver", "Finding The Path", "On The Other Side", "Out Of The Deep", "The Simple Gifts", "Under The Vale", and "The Hawkbrother's Ways".

There are full page art plates, with brand new full color art by Nene Thomas, Jabari Weathers, Care Halverson, Alyssa Trudel, Catthy Trihn, Dash Park, and Larry Dixon!

Only 15 days left to back this project!

[thattimdrakeguy]

Frankly if you asked me, all of that unnecessary misdirection and twists that left poor Tim at the ‘make him angsty and edgier’ block for later writers to force upon him was the result of the whole darker and edgier train that permeated not just the Batbooks but the whole industry throughout the decade he was in.

Basically short, in my honest opinion, Tim Drake was the perfect character at the absolutely wrong time.

The 90s edgier nonsense (as foreshadowed by the marvelous competition’s hefty promotion of Venom, Cable and other like minded antiheroes, Early Image having a foundation built on that) made possible with the Batmania (since he’s naturally the perfect candidate for darker and edgier due to both his gothic aesthetic and his insane popularity) unfortunately gave the writers of that era and the 2000s the impression that since it’s Gotham, things in universe are just miserable and sucky

And since Tim lives in Gotham, despite meant to be the counter to that misery that permeates the city he helps defend, it was only a matter of time before that wrong impression got to him too

It’s why to this day, my preferred Tim Drake is that original Fanboy we saw in A Lonely Place of Dying since in the end, that’s what he’s meant to be, beginner or not and why I am still reluctant to get anything Dixon related on both him and Nightwing since those runs are built on that train of thought that says ‘misery in setting and edgier characters means compelling and mature storytelling, especially in Gotham’

I know, long winded, I just needed to vent. You may ignore this if you wish to

Bro, I just asked #cats what a raw potato tasted like, I don't feel like ignoring much.

And, I wouldn't say Tim was in the wrong time. He has his great successes in the 90s. The main reason he's talked about past people's obsession with one story in Red Robin, that has slowly lost popularity 'cause of people realizing it wasn't the best Tim--is 'cause of the 90s.

There was plenty of people who were sick of the big overexaggerated 90s crap even if it did infest Tim a bit when they'd draw him way buffer than he was clearly meant to be.

It's all just a matter of writers with the ability to do better either not advancing to the right places in comics, or throwing their talents down the toilet to be there.

It's all about good writing. That's it, really, that's the big secret.

Why is Dick a massive joke of a character now? 'Cause the writing got bad.

Why did Batman look like a total maniac more like usual for a while? 'Cause the writing got bad.

Why is Damian totally unrecognizable a lot of the time on nearly every single level for over a decade now(Though I have heard some aspects like art have been getting better, or so I've seen thankfully, but I'm still not trusting that all the way because now this fucking fucking hell)? 'Cause the work got bad.

Why is Jason just a fan fic edgy woobie fuck a lot of the time now? 'Cause the writing got bad.

How did Steph go from edgy, determined, "vigilante vixen", who was morally kinda questionable at times go to acting like a 12-year-old sometimes? 'Cause the writing got bad.

No matter what in the end. It's all down to the writing, and also art.

There's always been good movies in every decade no matter the taste, because people with true talent and knowledge, and know-how where out there to make so happen.

Comics being a dwindling medium that's how a down-turn in quality going on for a long time? It's just not a business worth getting into anymore. Passion or not, people just aren't good writers. And that can happen in any era.

But back to the main point, Tim was at his most popular in the 90s in an era you wouldn't think he'd fit into with all the Rob Liefeld stuff. Like he got an 80-page-giant in the late 90s over some characters you think would actually get one because he was so naturally popular.

But what made him work then isn't dated. It's timeless. They just haven't had good enough writers to make him work, and it sucks, but it's how it is.

The reason Tim really got changed so much isn't down to tastes in an era. It's down to the taste of a few people in specific positions. Things that made Tim work were still working wonders in other places.

[roll-of-royces]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE !!

Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

► NAME: Dixon Otto

► NICKNAME: Vixen / Dixie Cup / Trixie

► TITLE(S): Dixon / Otto

► AGE: 24

► SPECIES: Human

► SEX: Female

► NATIONALITY: American

► INTERESTS: Hunting / telling jokes / board games / being near people she likes

► PROFESSION: None / Unemployed before the fall

► BODY TYPE: Slim / somewhat fit

► EYES: Blue

► HAIR: Ruddy brown hair that falls straight / sometimes she wears it in a ponytail

► SKIN: Scarred / sun-tanned

► WOUNDS: Before Fall: several scars along her back / small scars from working on cars After Fall: Bite mark on shoulder / various scars from scraps and accidents

► FACE: Sophia Tatum

► POSTURE: Poor posture / slumped shoulders

► HEIGHT: 5' 7"

► VOICE: Sophia Tatum

► SIGNATURE OUTFIT: Dark tank top and tight fitting jeans with military boots and her dogtags (a gift from her time at Broke Jaw Ranch)

► SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Troy Otto (Husband)

► COMPANIONS: Mel (best friend) / Daryl Dixon (brother) / Jake Otto (Brother-in-law) / Cooper (friend)

► STRENGTHS: Tough as nails / not easily frightened / sharp shooter / high pain tolerance / willing to kill

► WEAKNESSES: Paranoid / Aggressive / Anger management / her way or the highway / CPTSD

► FRUITS: Apples

► DRINKS: Coffee, coffee, coffee

► ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Whiskey

► SMOKES: As often as she can (as long as Troy isn't looking)

► DRUGS: Oxy

► DRIVER’S LICENSE: Georgia

TAGGED BY: @otto-laurel

TAGGING: @noemitenshi Check out my RP blog if ya'll want @butibite ! I love a good Fear RP. I have a 170K fanfic called Say You Need Me with these two on AO3 (LordSuven) if you are in the mood for some sweet possessive love eager Troy.

[nulli-cat]

2000s au inspired by @ooreoniikoo

I love drawing Cheyenne and Layla together! They are so cute together

[sarahlancashire]

i'm watching midsomer murders & it's really fucking long

PILOT (1997): (1) the killings at badger's drift

SERIES ONE (1998):

(2) 1.01: written in blood (3) 1.02: death of a hollow man (4) 1.03: faithful unto death(5) 1.04: death in disguise

SERIES TWO (1999):

(6) 2.01: death's shadow (7) 2.02: strangler's wood (8) 2.03: dead man's eleven(9) 2.04: blood will out

SERIES THREE (1999 – 2000):

(10) 3.01: death of a stranger (11) 3.02: blue herrings (12) 3.03: judgement day(13) 3.04: beyond the grave

SERIES FOUR (2000 – 2001):

(14) 4.01: garden of death (15) 4.02: destroying angel (16) 4.03: the electric vendetta (17) 4.04: who killed cock robin? (18) 4.05: dark autumn(19) 4.06: tainted fruit

SERIES FIVE (2002):

(20) 5.01: market for murder (21) 5.02: a worm in the bud (22) 5.03: ring out your dead(23) 5.04: murder on st. malley's day

SERIES SIX (2003):

(24) 6.01: a talent for life (25) 6.02: death and dreams (26) 6.03: painted in blood (27) 6.04: a tale of two hamlets(28) 6.05: birds of prey

SERIES SEVEN (2003 – 2004):

(29) 7.01: the green man (gavin troy leaves!) (30) 7.02: bad tidings (dan scott arrives!) (31) 7.03: the fisher king (32) 7.04: sins of commission (33) 7.05: the maid in splendour (34) 7.06: the straw woman(35) 7.07: ghosts of christmas past

SERIES EIGHT (2004 – 2005):

(36) 8.01: things that go bump in the night (37) 8.02: dead in the water (38) 8.03: orchis fatalis (39) 8.04: bantling boy (40) 8.05: second sight (41) 8.06: hidden depths (42) 8.07: sauce for the goose(43) 8.08: midsomer rhapsody (dan scott leaves!)

SERIES NINE (2005 – 2006):

(44) 9.01: the house in the woods (ben jones arrives!) (45) 9.02: dead letters (46) 9.03: vixen's run (47) 9.04: down among the dead men (48) 9.05: four funerals and a wedding (49) 9.06: country matters (50) 9.07: death in chorus(51) 9.08: last year's model

SERIES TEN (2006 – 2008):

(52) 10.01: dance with the dead (53) 10.02: the animal within (54) 10.03: king's crystal (55) 10.04: the axeman cometh (simon dixon arrives!) (56) 10.05: death and dust (57) 10.06: picture of innocence (58) 10.07: they seek him here (59) 10.08: death in a chocolate box

SERIES ELEVEN (2008 – 2010):

(60) 11.01: shot at dawn (61) 11.02: blood wedding (simon dixon leaves!) (62) 11.03: left for dead (63) 11.04: midsomer life (64) 11.05: the magician's nephew (65) 11.06: days of misrule (66) 11.07: talking to the dead (aired between s12 & s13)

SERIES TWELVE (2009 – 2010):

(67) 12.01: the dogleg murders (68) 12.02: secrets and spies (69) 12.03: the black book (70) 12.04: the glitch (71) 12.05: small mercies (72) 12.06: the creeper (73) 12.07: the great and the good

SERIES THIRTEEN (2010 – 2011):

(74) 13.01: the made-to-measure murders (75) 13.02: the sword of guillaume (john barnaby arrives!) (76) 13.03: blood on the saddle (77) 13.04: the silent land (78) 13.05: master class (79) 13.06: the noble art (80) 13.07: not in my back yard (81) 13.08: fit for murder (tom barnaby leaves! also joyce & cully barnaby, gail stephens!)

SERIES FOURTEEN (2011 – 2012):

(82) 14.01: death in the slow lane (sykes the dog arrives!) (83) 14.02: dark secrets (sarah barnaby arrives!) (84) 14.03: echoes of the dead (85) 14.04: the oblong murders (george bullard leaves!) (86) 14.05: the sleeper under the hill (kate wilding arrives!) (87) 14.06: the night of the stag (88) 14.07: a sacred trust (89) 14.08: a rare bird

SERIES FIFTEEN (2012 – 2013):

(90) 15.01: the dark rider (91) 15.02: murder of innocence (92) 15.03: written in the stars (93) 15.04: death and the divas (94) 15.05: the sicilian defence (95) 15.06: schooled in murder (ben jones leaves!)

SERIES SIXTEEN (2013 – 2014):

(96) 16.01: the christmas haunting (charlie nelson arrives!) (97) 16.02: let us prey (98) 16.03: wild harvest (99) 16.04: the flying club (100) 16.05: the killings of copenhagen (betty barnaby arrives!)

SERIES SEVENTEEN (2015):

(101) 17.01: the dagger club (102) 17.02: murder by magic (103) 17.03: the ballad of midsomer county (104) 17.04: a vintage murder (kate wilding leaves!)

SERIES EIGHTEEN (2016):

(105) 18.01: habeas corpus (kam karimore arrives!) (106) 18.02: the incident at cooper hill (107) 18.03: breaking the chain (108) 18.04: a dying art (109) 18.05: saints and sinners (110) 18.06: harvest of souls (charlie nelson & sykes the dog leave!)

SERIES NINETEEN (2016 – 2018):

(111) 19.01: the village that rose from the dead (jamie winter & paddy the dog arrive!) (112) 19.02: crime and punishment (113) 19.03: last man out (114) 19.04: red in tooth & claw (115) 19.05: death by persuasion (116) 19.06: the curse of the ninth (kam karimore leaves!)

SERIES TWENTY (2019 – 2020):

(117) 20.01: the ghost of causton abbey (fleur perkins arrives!) (118) 20.02: death of the small coppers (119) 20.03: drawing dead (120) 20.04: the lions of causton (121) 20.05: till death do us part (122) 20.06: send in the clowns

SERIES TWENTY-ONE (2020 – 2021):

(123) 21.01: the point of balance (124) 21.02: the miniature murders (125) 21.03: the sting of death (126) 21.04: with baited breath

SERIES TWENTY-TWO (2021 – 2023):

(127) 22.01: the wolf hunter of little worthy (128) 22.02: the stitcher society (129) 22.03: happy families (130) 22.04: the scarecrow murders (131) 22.05: for death prepare (132) 22.06: the witches of angel’s rise

SERIES TWENTY-THREE (2024):

(133) 23.01: the blacktrees prophecy (134) 23.02: the debt of lies (135) 23.03: a grain of truth (136) 23.04: dressed to kill

SERIES TWENTY-FOUR (2024):

(137) 24.01: the devil's work (138) 24.02: book of the dead (139) 24.03: claws out (140) 24.04: climate of death

[ratigan-in-the-wall]

Meant to post this woops

Dixon: Bat Eared Fox

Vixen: Domestic Fox

Warner: Fennec Fox

[mermaidsirennikita]

Ok, so what are your top absolute favorite marriage of convenience books?

So, in terms of actual marriage of convenience books (which I personally view differently from arranged or forced marriage books; I also think a true marriage of convenience book needs it to happen in the first half of the book, like it's the main plot versus something that just kinds happens) my absolute favorites include:

Devil in Winter by Lisa Kleypas--obvious but extremely good

Scandal's Bride--Catriona absolutely doesn't want to marry Richard, but she agrees because she may be pregnant with his baby (and Richard ain't gonna let any of his kids go without legitimacy) at that point and he's basically like "say yes and you and your family can keep your lands :)" which is kinda underhanded but she's equally underhanded, soooo

Possession by Adriana Anders--one of the few modern versions that works for me because it's a celebrity PR marriage; they marry shortly before the book but the whole arc is about it becoming a real marriage after he's discovered on tape with a woman who looks a looot like her (they agreed it being a marriage in name only so it's not actually cheating)

Fiona and the Enigmatic Earl by Grace Callaway--occurs early in the book, and they're both like, perfect aristos on the surface; but they hide their secret professions as spies/vigilantes. And there's voyeurism! It gives Mr. and Mrs. Smith vibes but with less angst.

The Recruit by Monica McCarty--they were being set up for an arranged marriage, but she pretended to be a maid and they hooked up, during which he told her he planned on keeping a mistress while he was married (he intended the mistress to be her lol); she then turns down the arrangement, but they have to have a marriage of convenience anyway when they run into each other a few months later and he realizes she's preeeegnaaaant

Wed to the Wild God by Ruby Dixon--this one is insane because he's a hedonistic god whose presence causes hedonism in humans, so they sleep together IMMEDIATELY; but she's normally brutally practical (and he's dreamy and... not....) so she agrees to a marriage of convenience for protection from his enemies; but oh my gosh, this book has one of the hottest scenes I've EVER read

When a Girl Loves an Earl by Elisa Braden--I mostly love this because SHE traps HIM, and it's only once they're married that she realizes that he's actually Scottish and ends up there; he's determined to not love her due to past trauma, and when he finally realizes he can't avoid it he's sooo sad lol

The Truth About Cads and Dukes by Elisa Braden--he marries her because his brother (non-sexually) compromised her and he's a stern, non-nonsense duke; another one where the hero is determined not to love, but he's obsessed with her hands so he's doomed on that front from the jump

When the Earl Met His Match by Stacy Reid--this is the Scottish one where she comes to him, having only been penpals with him, so that she can protect her unborn baby by another man from her parents; he agrees to marry her and claim the baby for her connections, and it's all extremely romantic with one of my favorite grovels

Wicked in Your Arms by Stacy Reid--the one where he deflowers her in a closet despite hating her, and they then immediately run into his mom in the hallway while she's crying and he's chasing her down... which prompts a shotgun wedding ASAP

A Caribbean Heiress in Paris by Adriana Herrera--I like this one where it's a true marriage of convenience, mutually beneficial, and it's supposed to basically be all business, as they plan on calling it off in a certain time frame... and then it's not

Lush Money by Angelina M. Lopez--another contemporary, but this is the one where he grudgingly agrees to marry her because he's the prince of a tiny country that needs a financial bailout from her, a billionaire; and she agrees to do it because she wants him to father her child lmao

The Viscount and The Vixen by Lorraine Heath--he marries her because she answered an ad for a wife from his crazy old dad, and he believes she's a con artist; so naturally he points out that the ad (which also promised a major payout if she doesn't get a husband) only said that the husband had to be a lord, not that it had to be his dad, so HE SHALL MARRY HER CHECK AND MATE. What he doesn't know is that she actually answered the ad because she's pregnant and trying to escape the father, so she feels very conflicted as they fall in looove.

Lord of Darkness by Elizabeth Hoyt--in this one they're kinda dealing with the aftereffects of the marriage, which happened because her brother sorta blackmailed the guy into marrying her because she was pregnant out of wedlock and the father died. Then she miscarried right after the wedding and went to live separately from the hero, but she's back in town DEMANDING that he put a baby in her (little does she know, he's a masked vigilante by night and a nerdy widower by day)

The Duchess Deal by Tessa Dare--the classic "he's a scarred duke whose fiancee bails on him, and she made the wedding dress and shows up wearing it demanding payment, so naturally he's like fine I need an heir let's get married instead"

The Duke I Tempted by Scarlett Peckham--the hero and heroine enter into a fairly conventional marriage of convenience, but she doesn't realize that he actually likes to submit

[hornsbeforehalos]

Whiskey, Sweetheart: Part 11

Pairing: Norman Reedus x OFC, Past JDM x OFC Warnings: RPF, Smut, Language, Breif Violence, Jealousy, Angst, Older man/Younger Woman.

Series Masterlist

Summary: After Jeffrey’s neglect pushed her away and into the arms of his best friend, Norman and Ky have to figure out if their new relationship can withstand not only the aftermath of the unspeakable crime they commited to keep her safe, but the backlash that comes from being co-workers with a very betrayed Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

A/n: This is the Sequel to Anytime, Sweetheart and The Conquests of Norman Reedus. You’ll probably be a bit confused if you haven’t read Conquests yet, though, or at least the Finale, but you could probably figure it out on your own if you don’t want to. But I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to, lol.

Everything tags:@aquivercactus  @srj1990 @dragongirl420 @docharleythegeekqueen @jesbakescookies  @make-things-beautiful2  @through-thesilver-lining@sorenmarie87  @daddy-kink-confirmed @redm81  @heyitscam99 @kazosa @blacklightguidesnic @fandomoniumflurry @his-paradox @keepcalmimthecupcake @wilde-abandon

JDM TAGS: @jdmfanfiction @jeffreydeanneganstrash

Norman tags: @reedusteinrambles @jodiereedus22 @dollycrybaby

Whiskey, Sweetheart: @elinyaes @jml509 @xagateophobiax @missghoul18   @beffyblueeyes  @foreveror-never @zombeeemomeee  @jackybehappy   @journeyrose

I opened up my mouth to speak, but words wouldn’t come out. 

“Kylin?” Jeffrey growled in a worried tone, his hand reaching to grip my shoulder gently, “Who was that?”

“I...I’m- Uh, nothing.” I mumbled, shaking my head clear. Jeffrey of course cocked an eyebrow in disbelief, but I waved him off with a flick of my hand, “Don’t worry about it, J. None of your concern.”

Jeff gave me a cautious look as we pulled into the parking lot of the production office, Norman’s Triumph perched on its kickstand by my Camero close to the door. The driver put the car in park and we climbed out, my nervousness growing quickly as Norman burst out of the building and ran towards me.

I held out my arms for him to scoop me up and swing me around, his hands diving into my hair as he kissed me deeply before latching his arms around my neck to crush me into his chest. I hugged him back graciously, happy to be able to smell him and feel his comfort surround me again. 

“You okay?” He rasped as he pulled his lips away from mine, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear as he held onto my head. I nodded, my cheek nuzzling into his palm as my eyes closed. 

“Everyone’s waitin’ in the conference room, Jeff.” Norman said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder when we headed towards the door, “Kirkman and Nic freaked out the most on me, but everything seems to have calmed down now.”

“Thanks for doing the grunt work, Bubbah,” Jeffrey chuckled from behind us as Norman held the door open, the three of us shuffling towards the correct office where everyone was expecting us. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jeffrey exhaled as we exited the building a while later, the bitch fest we’d just gone through mentally exhausting. Norman and Jeffrey both ended p having to sign contracts stating that their involvement in the investigation would not interfere with anything work-related unless absolutely necessary, and we all had to sign one that stated we would not discuss anything about it in public. The network did NOT want to have two of their biggest stars in the news because they were suspected murderers. 

It was past dark by the time we left, and I was thankful that Norman had had the smarts to have both his bike and my car driven up there. Jeff had left one of his at the studio as well, so the men decided that they were going to embark on their search for a drink while I went back to Norman's and went to sleep. 

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” Norman asked as he climbed on the back of his motocycle. I gave him a smirk and nodded my head.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” I replied, my eyes flicking to Jeffrey as I heard the roar of his engine come around the corner of the building.

“I’ll be fine, Sweetheart. Call me when you get home, I’ll wake you up when I get there,” He winked before reeling me in for a kiss, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth for a nibble. I grinned at him and smacked his arm playful, waving to Jeff as Norman pulled on his helmet and I made way for my car. 

“Nice ride, Ms. Ackles,” Jeffrey teased after he’d cut his engine off to wait for Norm, the glass shield of his helmet not hiding his shit-eating grin.

I returned his smile with my own, flipping him off and commenting, “Yeah, some old fucker gave it to me for my birthday. It’s pretty sweet.”

I could hear Norman bark out a laugh as I climbed into the drivers seat, shutting the door and looking over to see Jeffrey returning my middle finger. I smiled again at him and twiddled my fingers in goodbye, the motor under the hood coming to life as I blew Norman a kiss.

I’d tossed and turned in Norman's bed for the last three hours when I heard the familiar rumble followed by the garage door opening. I stayed under the blankets as I listened to him kick his shoes off by the door, his jacket and vest by the sofa, and finally the sound of his heavy footsteps as he stomped up the stairs.

I peered out of the cocoon i’d encased myself in as he opened the bedroom door, the light from the hallway flooding in. He had a goofy grin on his face and choked back a giggle, his hand covering his mouth as his eyes creased.

“You look fucking adorable right now.”

“Fuck you, come cuddle me.” I demanded in a pouty voice, earning me a snort from Norman as he shed his clothes down ot his boxers.

He climbed in under the comforter and covered me in his arms, his body pressing against mine as I nuzzled my nose in the hair on his chest that was tickling my nose. The distinct smell of his expensive cologne filled my nose, and I hummed in satisfaction as I wrapped one of my legs over his hip.

“How did that go?” I asked curoiously as I felt him rub my back.

“Weird.” 

“How so?” I quirked my eyebrow against his skin.

“I dunno. I mean, it was cool, he apologized for being a dick and everything, I guess this whole ordeal gave him some perspective or something, but it was still just...weird. This whole day’s been weird.” 

“You’re tellin’ me” I muttered, adjusting my self to tip my head up and look at him with a smirk.

“I’m glad it’s over and we get to do this, though,” He kissed me gently, his giant hands winding into my hair as he subtly nudged his groin against mine, the both of us reveling in the closeness after one of the scariest days of our lives. His lips became heavier and heavier, right along with the movement of his hips the longer he kissed me, pulling a breathy gasp from me as I tried to catch my breath. 

“I was so fucking scared, Ky,” He rasped, his voice breaking slightly as he rolled over on top of me and held his body above mine. His eyes were watering when he looked down at me, his hair draping into his face as he blinked away the tears. I palmed the side of his face as he closed his lids, his cheek dipping into my hand lovingly. He leaned down again and captured my lips, his tongue instantly demanding entrance to tangle with my own. A low, rumbling growl came from somewhere deep inside him, and I could feel his cock grow thicker against my panties as he rutted it against me. I moaned into his mouth at the friction against my clothed clit, my own hips lifting to feel more of him. 

“I love you,” He whispered against my skin, his hands wandering down my body to pull my panties down before running up under the shirt I’d stolen from him to grip my chest and play with my nipples.

“I love you, too,” I replied as my head tipped back so he could kiss his way down my neck, his thumb and index finger expertly pinching the sensitive knubs and making me writhe for him.

He pulled off of me for a second to kick his boxers off, before rolling us over in the mountain of comforters and pulling me onto his lap. My already slick folds slipped easily over his aching cock, earning me another grown of pleasure from the man below me. 

“So perfect,” He breathed as he looked up at me, his hands gripping my hips as I rocked them back and forth over him a cuople of times to tease him. I let a small whimper leave my lips as the head of his dick rubbed against my clit, the sensation sending a tremor through my body and more wetness slicking his cock.

“You gonna ride me, Whiskey?” He rasped as I lifted up slightly, allowing him to grip his hard-on and position it at my entrance. 

“Yeah, baby,” I sighed as I sunk down on him, feeling every inch of his thickness drag through my quivering core.

“Fuck,” He grunted as my thighs because flush with his, his eyes closing as his fingers dug dangerously into my skin. I lifted my hips again and repeated the action, watching as his mouth dropped open in awe. His large hands moved to my ass, squeezing and kneading the muscle as I began to move up and down, enticing more growls and groans from him. 

He moved his massaging fingertips from my ass up my back, earning himself mewls and keens from me and my sore muscles, my hips rocking back and forth as he worked. He bent his knees behind me for leverage before hooking his hands on the back of my shoulders and thrusting himself impossibly deeper inside me.

“Fuck!” I barked as a delightful pain shot through me, knocking the breath out of my lungs as he did it again.

“Look at you,” He growled, his fingernails dragging down my spine as he continued to thrust his hips upwards, snarling as my own nails found purchase on his chest as I tried to keep up with the deliciously punishing pace he set, “Take it, Whiskey.”

“Fucking shit, Norman,” I choked as I impaled myself again and again, my wetness coating him as my already fluttering walls began to clench his thickness, “I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck, already?” He rasped with a smirk, pushing me with a hand on my chest so I leaned on my arms behind me, my knees coming up so my feet were flat on either side of his ribs, “Come for me, Ky.”

“Norman,” I whined as he returned to the same brutal rhythm, my head thrown back and eyes squeezing shut as I balanced my weight on one hand while bring thing other to rub my swelling clit, “Fuck, baby.”

“Mm, yeah, let me see you rub that pussy for me, baby,” He growled as he kneaded the flesh of my spread thighs, his lip trapped between his teeth as his eyes preyed on the sight in front of him, “Come on, Kylin, let Daddy see you come.”

His filthy words frazzled my brain, my body suddenly humming as I gushed over him, the sight making him suck in a breath and release a hearty growl that vibrating through me. He watched as my soaked lips tightened around his throbbing dick, the moist skin trembling as I moved my hand away and lifted myself back forward, my knees finding themselves holding me up again. 

“That’s it, girl,” He panted as his hands wound into my hair, scratching at my scalp as he raised up to kiss me, his mouth still gasping against mine as he started to move again, “Fuck.”

My thighs burned with exersion as I came down from my blissfull high, and I gripped his shoulders and rolled him on top of me with an exasperated grunt, earning me a chuckle from him as he smirked down at me. He leaned his head down and kissed me again, licking my bottom lip before pulling itinot his teeth to knaw on on for a moent before rasping, “Tired already, sweetheart?”

“Fuck you,” I breathed, a giggle leaving my lips that quickly transformed into a pleasure-filled moan as he thrust back into me swiftly.

“You are,” He teased before attacking my jaw and neck with his tongue, his hips rocking steadily into my heat and curling my toes. My hands clawed at his back as his pace increased, and I mewled for him as he groped my breast through the thin material of the shirt I was still wearing. 

“Fuck, Ky,” He snarled as he let his arm hook under the back of my knee, lifting it towards my chest to pin against the mattress, “Pussy is jus’ too damn good, girl.”

“Then fuck it up, baby,” I cooed, bucking my hips up to his to meet his thrusts as my hands wound themselves into his messy hair and pulled sharply, “Fuck me up, Daddy.”

A low, gravelly rumble cascaded out of him as the hand that had been groping my tit slithered up my body and grasped my throat, squeezing my airway closed as he unleashed a barrage of punishing, bruising pumps into my slick, wet, and pulsing core. 

“Yeah, that what you want, baby?” He grunted as he continued his movements, our bodies moving roughly together as the sensation of him inside me pushed me closer to another orgasm, “Fuck you raw?”

“Yeah,” I gasped as I attempted to suck in a breath, the process difficult due to his fingers around my neck, “Fuck me.”

He removed his hand from me and a flood of air burst into my lungs, the sudden oxygen making me dizzy as he pulled out and flipped me over, smacking me on the ass with a thundering crack before plunging back into me as deep as he could. He wasted no time in digging the head of his cock into my cervix repeatedly at an unforgiving rate, ripping a scream from my lungs as he hit my g-spot so sweetly that I came undone again.

“Fuck yeah, girl, gimme it,” He grunted at the feeling of my walls collapsing around him, slapping my ass again as he continued to use his dick a battering ram against my poor organs. 

“Shit, Whiskey, you’re gonna make me come,” He gasped as I moaned loudly for him, my eyes rolling back into my head as I still writhed with pleasure. 

He came with a shout of my name as he ripped himself from me and shot his release across my back, my body collapsing with exhaustion onto the mattress as we both tried to catch our breath.

I felt him stumble off the end of the bed after a moment, his breathing still as labored as mine as I lay there face down in the cloud of blankets and sheets. He came back a second later and wiped the mess off my back with a hand towel before tossing it to the floor and crawling under the heap of comforters with me. 

I wanted to tell him then, as I lay there with my face in his chest, my nose tickled by the wiry hair there as I nuzzled into him. But I couldn’t.

“Jesus Christ, Ky, slow down!” Misha bitched I dragged him through the hallway, taking all the quickest routes I’d found to get him to the photo op that he was already late for.

“Hurry your fuckin’ ass, dude. Where the hell is your handler? Why do I always end up having to do this shit?” I griped right back as I finally found the correct passage to the large area where we were supposed to be. I pushed him past the curtain and everyone erupted in cheers, Misha waving like he wasn’t the most annoying person in the world. 

“’Bout time you showed up,” Jensen tutted at the both of us from his place a little bit down the table. I squinted my eyes at him while Misha giggled.

“Sorry I’m late, guys, Ky let me oversleep,” He scapegoated with a wink in my direction, which I returned with flipping him off, earning us another chuckle from the waiting fans, “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

“I swear to god I can’t stand you sometimes,” I mumbled as I took my seat in between him and my brother, leaning over to kiss Jensen on the cheek. The ticket holder began urging the women forward, and Misha put on his best, gummy smile and flamboyantly greeted his fans. 

It was nice to be around family and have them be able to take my mind off of everything that had been occurring over the weeks since the interrogation. Our lawyer kept in constant contact with us, always having to be notified when we had to travel for work, as well as him updating us on the status of the investigation. He’d heard that Anthony’s mother had been extremely adamant that she didn’t believe I would have anything to do with his disappearing, and agreed with my testimony of him having multiple enemies. So far everything seemed to be working out as intended, and none of us were in any immediate danger. 

I still hadn’t told anyone about the other circumstance that I’d found myself in, but I did get a strange look from Jared when I’d turned down a offered drink the night before when Karaoke had ended. I’d been able to brush him off with little resistance, though, simply telling him I had a headache and didn’t want to make it worse. He let it go, kissed my forehead, and told me to go to bed. 

I didn’t know how I was going to tell Norm. He’d always stated very specifically that he was done having kids, and it was never something that I even thought about being a thing. Of course, we never really took very many precautions, so it was probably inevitable, I just wasn’t sure how Norman would take it. 

We were scheduled to be headed to Finland the next week for the Valentine’s Episode of RIDE, and I knew I needed to see a doctor beforehand. How I was going to do that without Norman finding out was still a mystery to me, but I wanted to make sure everything was certain before I told him. 

Plus, I had to work up the guts first.

After autographs I escorted Misha to the panel he was due at before joining Rob and Rich in the greenroom while we waited. I plopped down in the fluffy couch next to Rob, who rested his head on my shoulder as he strummed a few chords on his acoustic. 

“You wanna sing with me tonight?” He asked after a moment, passing the guitar off to me before nuzzling his face in my hair, “It’s been a while.”

“That could be fun,” I replied as I let my fingers pick across the strings gently, “What d’you wanna play?”

“Dunno,” He shrugged, drumming his fingers over the body of the guitar as I continued to play around, “Got any ideas?”

“Not really. Whatever you wanna do, you know I’m down.”

“What’s this I hear about Ky being down for whatever Rob wants to do?” Rich suddenly inturrpted, his phone’s camera facing the two of us on the couch, “Say ‘Hello’ to Dickchat!”

“Jesus Christ,” Rob griped as he flipped the camera off at the same time I did, the both of us busting out laughing as Richard returned the favor behind the screen.

“You see how these assholes treat me around here?” Richard narrated before ending the Snap and pulling the guitar out of my hands. Robbie instantly moved out of the way as Rich’s fingers attacked my ribcage, anticipating my flying limbs as he tickled me. I was able to push him off finally wiht my feet at the same time that my phone started vibrating, Norman’s face flashing on the screen. 

“Richard! Leave me the fuck alone!” I bitched as I swatted at him again while pulling the phone to my ear to answer, “Hey, babe.”

“What are you up to?” Came his gravely voice on he other line, eliciting a smile from my face as I kicked Richard in the shin again, earning me a chuckle from Norman as he heard the other man cry out in pain, “Kickin’ someone’s ass already?”

“Fucking Rich keeps fucking with me, and Robbie’s not defending my honor!” I complained with a whiney tone as I smacked Rob on the arm, making him bark out a, “What the fuck?!” in defense. 

I finally managed to stand up and get away from Richard, who stole my seat next to Rob immediately. I held the phone away from my mouth for a second to let Misha’s handler know that I was going outside for a smoke, and for them to come find me if anything crazy happened. 

I exited the double doors and into the bright sunshine, the Florida wind blowing around me. It was chilly, but not near as cold as New York or Vancouver had been, thank Chuck.

“How’s your weekend goin’?” Norman asked as I lit my cigarette and inhaled the toxic smoke, mentally preparing myself for having to quit.

“Same shit, different city,” I answered upon exhale, the thick cloud of carcinogens disappearing into the air, “Robbie asked me to sing with him tonight.”

“Well that’s cool, you haven’t done that in a while, right?” Norman beamed, the sound of a lighter being heard through his end as he lit his own smoke, “What ya gonna be singin’?” 

“Dunno yet, Rob’s gonna probably get with the guys and see what they wanna do.” I said as I took another drag, flicking the ashes onto the concrete sidewalk, “Wish you were here.”

“I know babe, but this time next week we’re going to be gazing up at the Northern lights and it’s gonna be amazing.” Norman promised with a sweetness to his voice that made me smile. 

“I know, I just miss you.” I sighed, worrying my cigarette against the side of the building before bringing it to my lips again.

“Miss you too, Whiskey baby.” He cooed in response, making me giggle lightly as I finished the rest of my smoke and headed back towards the door.

“How’s your explorations with Austin going?” I asked as I made my way back into the greenroom after checking everything was still going well at the panel with Misha. 

“Fuuuunnn,” He chuckled, the sound of him breathing into the receiver following as I entered the room, finding it mostly empty, save for a few handlers roaming about, “I’d rather be with you, though.”

“Of course you would, who wouldn’t want to spend all their time with me?” I joked as I plopped down in the seat I’d taken earlier on the fluffy couch, picking up Robbie’s guitar again. 

“You’re ridiculous, kid,” Norman snorted in return, making me roll my eyes and giggle at him. 

“Whatever,” I tutted as I cradled the phone on my shoulder and played along the frets, twinkling out notes here and there until the sound of the band playing Misha’s song caught my ears, signalling that the panel was coming to an end, “I gotta go, babe, duty calls.”

“Alright. I’ll see you soon, with a big bottle of Whiskey, Sweetheart.”

Yikes.

[asirensrage]

Hi Siren, Mary again. I've tried to reach out to vixenofcourse and stonehearted seymour but to no avail. I fear Vixen is responsible for your moral decline while Seymour is a filthy pornographer who should be egged out of here. I tried to contact lokitrasho, but no success. The situation with her exists aside from yours so apologies. Be aware though she has been accused of appropriating stories as her own and writes smut featuring minors and now sick fantasies of deflowering Daryl Dixon.

The idea that @vixenofcourse is responsible for my "moral decline" is hilarious. I've done it all to myself, don't worry. I met while I was already writing my darkest and most popular fic: The Art of Seclusion. You know, the one that focuses on obsession with a healthy dose of angst, sex and murder?

Again, there's nothing wrong with people writing smut.

My question to you is why do you keep bringing other people into this? Isn't this between you and my so-called depravity? You have the block button in reach but you're still just trying to cause problems for people.

Don't you have anything better to do? Go get a hobby or something that doesn't involve trying to stir shit.

Allow me to point out that a) I don't believe anything you say and b) you guys still haven't looked at my master list, have you? Or did you miss the smut I have with Daryl from The Walking Dead? Man is hot.

Let me make the same point I've made throughout you sending me these asks:

you don't have any right to try to force people out of the community or off of Tumblr simply because you don't like them.