#xsvanjasx

[halfmoth-halfman]

Your Ghost x Medic Fic is legit my favorite series on this app. You're a fantastic writer. Keep up the amazing work.

thank you! it's honestly one of my favorite series to write, it's so much fun to think up all the little moments between ghost and the reader!!

[crzcorgi]

All I Want For Christmas

a Negan x Vanja fic for @xsvanjasx

As always, if you aren’t pleased with this, just let me know and I’ll rewrite it!

Y/D/N ~ your dog’s name

 I woke up earlier than usual, forgetting once again to close the fucking curtains. I sat up carefully, not wanting to wake you up, kinda of had a bit too much fuckity fuckin’ fun well into the early morning hours. But can there truly be too much of such a fucking good thing? No, I don’t believe so.

 Glancing over, I see you stir, a tiny sigh escaping over your lips. I freeze, hoping you would just go back to sleep. Which you did, I let out the breath I was holding in. I love watching you sleep, so fucking beautiful, so peaceful.

 It hasn’t been fucking easy for you lately. Your beloved dog went missing and you spent a big part of your days acting like nothing was wrong. But I would hear you when you didn’t think I could, crying softly to yourself.

 He was your “precious baby” as you called him. Shit, sometimes I think you loved him more than me. Something about how he saved you when no one else did. I get it, I truly do. That’s why I was fine with him fucking bunking with us. Truth be told, I missed the fuzzy fucker too. It’s why I had Saviors out daily, looking for the shitter.

 Stretching my arms, I stand up hearing my back crack. “Shit, I’m fucking old.” I sigh.

 “You aren’t old, Negan, just more mature.”

 “Fuck doll! You startled the shit out of me!” I turned to see you sitting up in bed, the covers strategically placed to reveal nothing to my fucking horny eyes.  “Mature baby girl is just the fucking nice way of saying older than the oldest fucker out there.”

 You giggled at me, those green eyes sparkling. “Why are you up at the buttcrack of dawn Negan?” You yawned, settling back against the pillows, your hand reaching out to pat a dog that wasn’t there. I sighed, watching your face drop.

 “Fucking sun, but I’ve got business anyway baby girl. Go back to sleep. No need for both of us to be the fuck up.” I began walking into the bathroom to take a piss, a shit and get ready for another day in the hellhole we call home.

 “Negan, did you forget what today is?”

 A handful of words that sends chills up any man’s spine. Shit, what the fuck did I forget this time. Think man, think!

 “Uh, let me see. My birthday?” You tilted your head at me. Nope. “Simon’s Birthday?” You huffed.  Shit. “Your Birthday?” At this point I was fucking praying to any deity that might be listening, to save me.

 I looked over to see your arms crossed over your beautiful sexy as fuck chest. “No, Negan, it’s nobody’s birthday. Well, yes it is, kind of.”

 Birthday, sort of? And then it hit me, it was fucking Christmas! I don’t remember the last time I celebrated it, celebrated any holiday for that matter. It just wasn’t fucking feasible in a world where you’re just trying to survive. And I wasn’t thinking you were in the right fucking frame of mine to celebrate.

 “Christmas doll, fuck yeah.” One look at your sweet face, your beautiful brown hair all mussed up from sleep and fucking, I knew I had to come up with a surprise. And fucking fast. “And that is why I have to get going.”

 “I don’t understand? Where are you going?” Your gorgeous face twisting in confusion.

 “Isn’t Christmas all about fucking surprises Vanja my love?” I pointed a finger at you. “So, I’m not fucking telling no you!”

 “There’s only one thing I want for Christmas anyway.” You whispered, thinking I wouldn’t hear you. But I did.

 I sighed, making my way into the bathroom and hoping that whatever I came up with would make you smile if even for only a little while.

 When I came out, you were nowhere to be seen. “Vanja? Baby?” No answer. Which was just as well as I had to come up with a surprise. And quick.

 I made my way downstairs, hoping that I would spot something that would work as a Christmas surprise for you. After a walk inside and out of the Sanctuary buildings, a fucking miracle appeared in the form of two extremely dirty and tired Saviors. After putting a plan to fucking surprise you into place, I made my way back upstairs.

 As I reached the room, I was fucking surprised to find it locked. “Jesus, what the fuckity fuck?!”  I got my key out, ready to unlock when I hear a loud bang from inside. “Doll?!”

 “Don’t come in Negan!!!!”

 What the fuck?! “Vanja, what is going on?! Are you okay? Why the fuck is this door locked?”

 “It’s a surprise!”

 “Well, sweetheart, I need to come in.”

 I heard shuffling and the door opened. You were a fucking sight to behold, my sweet Vanja, the prettiest little red dress on, looking like a fucking Christmas dream come true.

 “Good fucking god baby, look at you! Is this why the door was locked?” I couldn’t help my heart beating faster or my pants growing too tight.

 “No, silly! This is why!” You stepped aside, letting me in the room.

 It was covered, head to toe, in Christmas lights. Big, little, fucking blinking ones, still ones. White, multicolored, green, blue ones. It was like a Christmas tree had fucking thrown up in the room.

 “Shit sweetheart, you did this all by yourself?!” I moved closer to you, my arms wrapping around your waist from behind. “Mmmhmmm, you smell like a fucking sugar cookie Vanja, good enough to eat!” I began nibbling on your neck, making you giggle.

 “Negan, we’re not alone!”

 With my face in your neck, I mumbled “what do you mean we’re not alone?” I got my answer when a bunch of little kids came running out of the bathroom.

 “Mr. Negan!!!! Merry Christmas!!!! We helped Ms Vanja decorate!!!”

 Fuck, my surprise. I wasn’t planning on the whole fucking Sanctuary being here, running all around my ankles.

 “Hey you little fuc…rugrats, why don’t you go downstairs and tell Helen in the kitchen I sent you. She’s got something special for you little shits.” I pulled you tighter to me.

“Mr. Negan! You said a bad word!”

 “Yes, I did. And if you don’t leave soon, I’ll be saying, and most likely, doing, much worse.” I snickered into your hair. “Mmhmm, baby girl.”

 “Negan!” You slapped my arm, wiggling out of my grasp. “Kids, why don’t you head downstairs. I’ll be down to see you all later, okay?”

 You had crouched down to their level, giving each one a hug goodbye. The love you show for everyone, it fucking amazes me.

 After the kids had left, you made your way over to where I was sitting on the couch.

 “Come sit beside me sweetheart.” I patted the seat next to me.

 “Nothing funny Negan, I want to look nice for the party later!”

 The party. I knew that some of the workers were holding some Christmas party and you wanted to go. But I was hoping my little surprise would change your mind. I wanted you all to myself.

 “Aww, Vanja, doll, no fuckity fun? Shit girl, whatta we gonna do then?” I brought my arm around the sofa back, my fingers rubbing your shoulder. “Is this dress really appropriate for mixed company, mixed being any fucking one but me?”

 “Negan, you think I’m under-dressed if any of my skin shows!” You turned to face me, your tiny fingers grasping my face. “No one would dare give me a second glance, they know who I belong to.”

 Our lips met in a kiss, one that might have led to more if not for a fucking knock at the door. It must be my surprise.

 “Shit, I’ll get it darling. Stay there.” I pointed a finger at you, making my way to the door. Opening it enough to slip out, I see my surprise. Your furry savior had found his way back. With a bit of help from Dwight and Fat Joey.

 “Thank you both. This means a lot  to my girl, so it  means a fucking lot to me too.” I patted them both on the back, noticing that not only had they cleaned up but so had the pup. “Fuck! You cleaned the little shitter too!”

 “Yes, boss, we just let him run through the showers, he loved it!” Fat Joseph was laughing, that big stupid grin of his making me fucking smile.

 “Thanks again. Take a few days off.” I took a hold of the pup’s collar, turning to head back into the room. “Oh, and you both have first pick of the incoming goods for a month.  I’ll let Simon fucking know.”

 I stepped inside, trying my fucking hardest to keep the pup behind me, but the shitter saw you and fucking plowed me over to get to you.

 “Y/D/N!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!” You fell to the floor, your opens opening just in time for him to fly into them. The two of you were a fucking sight, a furry glittery bundle, all laughs, barks, cries, yips.

 “Negan! You found him!!!! You found my baby!!!!”

 You were crying, fucking big fat tears streaming down your beautiful face, little streaks of runny makeup. But you couldn’t have cared less, your Christmas wish come true.

 You stood up, trying to make your way to me, the furry fucking wonder dog circling your legs. As you reached me, I could see my old Vanja back again. Those beautiful sparkling eyes, those plump lips in a mile-wide smile.

 “Negan, you have made my Christmas, my year! I can’t believe he’s back!” You threw yourself into my arms, kissing me all over.

 “Baby girl, it’s the least I can do. For everything you’ve done for me. For making my life worth living in this hellhole. I’m forever in your debt my love.”

 I carried you over to the bed, sitting down, you still in my arms, your furry fucker right behind, settling at my feet.

 “Almost time for the party doll.”

 You yawned, your hand finding furball’s head. “Let’s skip the party. Maybe have our own party.” You rose up, kissing my cheek. “I love you, Negan. Merry Christmas.”

 “Love you too Vanja. A very Merry Christmas to you too sweet girl.”

[firstgay]

#5 with spirk :)

Sorry, This is kinda bad, I tried writing this before going to class, and also this is my first ever Spirk work... 

Notes:

“Wait a minute... are you jealous?”

Jim is jealous, but of who???? Spock finds out very quickly that it’s not of him👀👀👀

469 Words

“Wait. Captain where are you going?” Spock asked, his breath rapid after chasing after Jim down the hallway.

“Nowhere Spock. Just go back to the bridge.” Jim yelled angrily over his shoulder. He finally got to his room, slid the door open, and closed it right before Spock could follow him any further.

“Sir, as your First Mate, it is important for me to know if something is bothering you.” Spock’s muffled voice comes through the door and hits Jim like a ton of bricks.

“Spock. I can’t- I just need a break.” Jim runs his hands through his hair, frustrated. Every vibration from Spock’s voice that passes over him is another vision of Uhura falling into Spock’s arms and staring into his eyes.

“Sir, please. The crew is worried about you.”

Jim jumped up from the bed, filled with rage. He walked to his door, and it flew open, “Yeah? Well, go back and tell them I’m fine.” Jim bored his eyes into Spock’s like a fire. Spock had never seen him so angry before.

“Are you sure, Captain?” Spock backed up.

Jim turned his back, and started walking back to his bed, “Yeah, I’m sure Uhura misses you.”

As the door is about to close, Spock throws his hand out and catches it, “Wait a minute… are you jealous?” He asks timidly, scared that Jim will lash back. He doesn’t know what to expect. Jim has alway been sort of a wild card, and this is a subject the two have never talked about before, “Because If you… like Uhura… I want to assure you that our relationship is strictly professional.”

Jim doesn’t say anything. He just stops and stands still for a moment.

“Captain?”

In a single movement, Jim spins around, graps Spock by his shirt, pulls him into his room, and shoves him up against the now-closed door pressing their lips together. All of his anger is now diffused and replaced with pure love for the man standing before him.

Spock is confused at first, but shortly gives way to Jim's tongue as it asks permission to enter his mouth.

Spock lets out a small whimper as jim pulls his shirt up, exposing a slip of his tummy, and rubs small circles on Spock’s hips with his thumbs.

Jim then, pulls away from Spock’s mouth, and moves to whisper in his ear, “I’ve wanted this for so long, baby.”

Right as Jim moves his hands to unbuckle Spock’s pants, Bones’ voice booms over the intercom, “Captain, we need you in sickbay right away, sir.”

Jim and Spock both let out a half sigh, half laugh, as Jim leans over to the intercom to press the button, “Give me just a second, Bones. I have something urgent that I need to take care of right away.”

[myriadimagines]

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[dwaynepride]

Bartender Boyfriend

Prompt: Jealous Pride x Reader, where he is your boyfriend and some drunk guy starts hitting on the reader in a very agressive way and Pride gets jealous as a oneshot pls

Requester: xsvanjasx

Words: 1,086

Warnings: None

Being outside of work meant the Dwayne can hold your hand and sit as close as he wants, and nobody can say anything about it. Even in the crowded scene of his bar, he was just glad to be this close. To enjoy how your hand felt in his. And when Dwayne would press a surprise kiss against your cheek, he’d love the little blush you’d get.

He leaned in close, his nose brushing against your cheek before pressing a small kiss there. And Pride chuckled a little when your head ducked in embarrassment.

“Hey, boss!”

Buckley’s voice made Dwayne look over, straightening up out of your personal space with a blush of his own of his cheeks. “Yeah, what is it?” He asked, keeping his hand clasped into yours.

The bartender looked a little guilty for disrupting the time you had together, but he looked away to fill up some more glasses of beer for the patrons. “We’re kinda short-handed.” He explained.

Dwayne let out a small sigh, looking over to you up through his eyelashes. Even when he wasn’t working, he had a job to do. “Do you mind, darlin’? Buckley needs me for a little while.”

He still looked a little guilty when you waved your hand, dismissing the agent. “Go. The bar needs you.” Was your response, giving Dwayne a smile. “Besides, it gives me a chance to find some other handsome NCIS agent to take me home.”

Dwayne shot you a look, the smile returning to his face as he stood up. Before he made his way around the bar, he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before rushing off, already getting an armful of beers to deliver to a table.

In a way, it was nice to be by yourself. Just watching people having fun. Listening to the music and enjoying your drink. Every once in a while, you’d spot Dwayne smiling at people and delivering drinks. He’d look at you sometimes, and his smile would get even brighter than before. He really did have a nice smile-

A hand grazing your back interrupted your thoughts. And upon looking up, you met the eyes of an obviously drunk guy. True, he was kinda cute; pretty eyes and a good smile. But he smelled strongly of alcohol and the stench of some kind of body spray. A strong contrast from the natural scent of Dwayne Pride.  “Are you here by yourself, sweetheart?” He asked over the music.

You sent him a smirk, shaking your head. “I’m not.”

He sunk down into Dwayne’s seat, resting his arms on the top of the bar. The way he was leaning forward obviously showed his intentions. “They must be a bad date; leaving you here all by yourself.” He purred out. “If you were mine, I’d never leave your side.”

Your smile faltered, instantly wanting to defend your boyfriend’s actions. “Actually-“

“You don’t have to defend them.” The guy interrupted. His hand slyly let go of his beer bottle to rest on yours. And when he gave a small squeeze, you felt the need to pull your hand away. “Let’s go dance. It’ll help you forget about them.”

Your eyes flickered around the bar, trying to find Dwayne among the masses of people. And your stomach dropped when you couldn’t spot him. When the guy squeezed your hand even harder, you glanced back to him. His smile remained, as if he didn’t catch on to your discomfort.

And before you could say anything, a familiar scent wafted over as somebody butted in between you and the stranger. It instantly registered as Dwayne, and the knot in your chest immediately loosened with relief. You felt his hand carefully wrap around your wrist; a much more welcomed contact. “Can I help you?” Dwayne asked, and you couldn’t see his face, but the tone of his voice obviously showed how tense and cautious he was.

Tilting your head to look at the guy, it was strangely gratifying to see the smug smirk on his face disappear. You knew how intimidating Dwayne can look if he wanted to, and that surely showed right now. “Are you the mysterious date?” He asked, but his voice didn’t match his cocky words.

Dwayne carefully pulled your hand away from the strangers, and luckily, the other guy let go. Now that you were free, you allowed Dwayne to handle it. Not like he would have backed down, anyway. “Yes. I am.” He replied. “I’m also the owner of this bar, and I have half a mind to throw you out o’ here myself. Are we gonna have a problem?”

For a few moments, both men were silent, despite the fact that the cheerful New Orleans music still boomed all around you. Ultimately, the other guy dipped his head and walked off, disappearing into the crowd. And that’s when Dwayne retook his seat, a scowl still etched in his features.

When you put a hand over his, the agent looked up. Your small smile eased the tension on his face a little, but not by much. “Thanks for coming to my rescue.” You told him. “I thought I’d have to fight that guy off by myself.”

Dwayne shook his head, covering your hand with his other. “I’m sorry ya even had that problem in the first place, sweetheart.” He replied, the small frown still on his face. Dwayne glanced away, and even though the guy had walked away without a fight, you could tell something else was bothering him. And after a little while of just watching him, Dwayne finally folded. “I just hate that I’m always bein’ pulled away. You deserve more than that, honey.”

“Dwayne, it’s not your fault-“

“Maybe not.” He interrupted, carefully raising his eyes up to yours. “But I wanna try harder to make sure you never have to feel like I’m ignorin’ you.”

You’ve never felt neglected by Dwayne. But you could understand where he was coming from; interrupted dinners and early mornings where he had to leave for work. And maybe this was a wake-up call. Underneath all the guilt and concern, there was that rare emotion of jealousy.

Dwayne gave a small smile and your hand tightened around his before nodding. “Alright, alright. But I love you, no matter how much you think you ignore me.”

His good-natured laugh instantly lifted the mood between the two of you. Just like it always did. “I love you too, sweetheart. Way more than any drunken bar guy.”

[dangerousimagines]

Lions Teeth (Tyrion x Reader)

“Imagine being in a secret relationship with Tyrion Lannister after he’s married Sansa Stark. After almost being caught, you’re both afraid of what could happen to you.”

Requested by @xsvanjasx: “Maybe something where the reader is in a secret Relationship with Tyrion and they almost get caught and Tyrion is really worried bc he is afraid that if they do get caught they’ll hurt the reader?”

The room was dark, only a candle flickering shadows against the stone walls of your room. Your arms were wrapped around your waist as you continued pacing around the room. The back of your neck was cold with sweat from the heat and from your nerves. How could you be calm in a situation like this? You’d almost been caught by a Lannister guard, caught in the arms of Tyrion Lannister himself.

You started to pace faster, your thoughts plaguing you with unwelcome emotions. You only stopped when you heard the door open. The door was closed gently before you saw his reflection being casted on the wall in front of you.

“Well that was definitely close…” you heard him say as he poured himself a glass of wine.

You didn’t say a word, choosing silence instead of retorting with a comment he wouldn’t care for. You allowed your eyes to drift over towards the balcony and the endless night sky beyond it.

“I apologize for my lateness, I had a meeting with my sister. Not my choice, of course.”

Still, you said nothing. He waited for you end the silence that was engulfing the room and when you didn’t, he let out a sigh.

“(Y/n), please. Do not shut me out like this, not now.”

You laughed bitterly, “What would you like me to say, Tyrion?”

“Anything,” he urged. “You know that I can’t stand it when you stay quiet when you’re angry…”

“But so you understand why I’m angry,” your eyes moved to him. He opened his mouth to speak but you gave him a look of warning. He closed his mouth, taking a long drink for wine from the goblet he held in his hand.

“Yes, I do,” he finally assured after awhile.

“So, how did the meeting with your sister go?” You asked, deciding some casual conversation might do you both some good.

“The same way it always does. She reminded me that I’m a dwarf and that I murdered our dear mother when I was born…” he sighed heavily, needing another sip of wine before he continued. “But, she doesn’t suspect us.”

You listened to him ramble on before you thoughts slipped past your lips. “How long can we keep this going?”

His eyes followed you as walked over to him, picking up the pitcher and pouring your own glass of wine. He lifted his cup and you refilled it.

“I’m afraid I don’t know…” he whispered.

You felt your emotions rising to the surface. Becoming harder and harder to swallow. “I-I…I can’t keep this up, all this sneaking around is…it’s killing me…”

He regarded you for a moment before he reached forward, gently touching your hand in a soothing manner. “I know it is.”

“Why did you have to marry Sansa…we had a chance to be happy,” you cried, you hated the selfish feeling that was taking over. “We could of been married, happy…Maybe even left this gods forsaken city…”

“My father didn’t offer any alternatives when he forced me into the marriage. Sansa didn’t have a choice in the matter either,” he countered.

“I know…” you whispered, almost on the verge of tears. “And I fear for what will happen if we are ever caught.”

His eyes grew wide and he looked at the goblet in his hand, the dark wine swirling around in the glass. “My nephew…”

“The King would more than likely have me beaten to death in the throne room, while you watched. And before the days end, my head would be placed on spike on the wall.”

“(Y/n)…” he took hold of your head, giving it a light squeeze. You looked to him, his touch enough to calm you down. “I care for you more than I have anyone else. And I swear, I will die before I allow that to happen…”

[rebeccaschoices]

I sometimes enjoy your edits more than the actual books. Seriously, I've cried tears of laughter reading your edits. You're a genious.

This is so sweet!!! Thank you! That’s such a lovely thing to say! ❤️😭🥰

[halfmoth-halfman]

"The little things" is one of the best fics I have ever read. Phenomenal job! 😍

thank you so so much, this is one of the nicest messages i've gotten and i'm so happy you enjoyed the fic 🥰🥰

[crzcorgi]

Negan’s One and Only

Negan x Vanja ~ for the beautiful @xsvanjasx

 Ahh, a fucking afternoon off. My Saviors all off on runs or other jobs that fucking needed to be done. So here I sit, boots off and fucking pissed off. I come back to my room, expecting you, my sweet doll, to be waiting for me. Fucking dreams of what I was planning on doing with you, to you. But nope, fuck knows where you are. Your furry baby gone too so that means you went outside. I had a surprise for you, for fucking Valentines Day. I’m not really a fucking romantic but Jesus doll, you’ve made me into one. 

  I fucking swear baby girl if you went over the fences there will be hell to pay. I don’t wanna hear “but Negan! You know I can take care of myself!” Fuck yeah, I know. But you don’t need to, you’re with me now, I protect you, you need to understand that. I remember when we first met. Jesus, do I. My jaw still fucking hurts when it rains. I still don’t know if it was a fucking foot, hand or your head that fucking got me.

 I put my boots back on, grabbing my Lucille, and head back out the door. I need to find you. I go up on the roof to see it your practicing that Krav Maga shit. No, not on the roof. Down to the kitchen, the schoolroom, the armory. No fucking sign.

 I spot Dwighty boy by the main gate. “D, have you seen Vanja?”

 “Nope, but I just got back. Simon or Fat Joey might know. They’re out back.”

 I slap his arm and head out back, fucking hoping I’ll find you just hanging out with your pup. I didn’t see you but ran right into the fat fucker.

 “Fat Joseph, have you seen my girl?”

 “Yes sir, she left about an hour ago, said you knew where she was goin’.”

 “Well, fucking surprise, I don’t know! So which way did she head?”

 “North sir, maybe she’s gone to that pond that…”

 “That’s in the fucking thick woods. SHIT! Where the fuck is Simon?!”

 “Not sure sir, do you need me to round up some people?”

 “No, no, just grab Dwight and meet me out front.”

 We took off north towards that fucking pond you love so much. We are going to have a talk later on. Dwight slowed the truck down as we got closer to the fucking thick patch of woods where we were hoping to find you. And then I heard them, fucking saw them.

 “SHIT!”

 We all flew out of the truck, I grabbed Lucille and my rifle, and began taking them out, D and Joey flanking me. But shit if the fucking hoard suddenly multiplied, quickly overtaking us. But just as I was sure my fucking demise was on me, a shower of gunfire exploded from above, the walkers done for.

 I saw the same shocked looks on Dwight and Fat Joseph. All 3 of us looking towards the source of the barrage. And there you stood, your fucking furry counterpart right by your side.

 “Negan! What the hell? You could have been killed!” You ran up to me, your hands all over me, checking for fucking injuries.

 “I’m fine doll, I’m fine.” I tried to slow my breathing, my fucking heart in my throat. I was fucking scared shitless that I’d lost you. And here you stand, no fucking worse for wear.

 On the ride back to the Sanctuary, I had you pulled tightly into my side, your furry baby giving me the side eye. “Shit baby girl, when is she gonna get it that I ain’t given’ you up. You are fucking mine.” I pulled you tighter, leaning down to kiss your head.

 “Jill’s my baby, Negan. She was my protector before you, so she’s kinda put out that you are attempting to take her place!” You giggled, making me smile.

 Back home, I thanked D and Fat Joseph, heading upstairs with you still tucked into me.  “You know sweetheart, I kinda pictured things differently this afternoon, I was pissed when I realized you’d gone out again. Fucking pissed. I figured you’d gone to your spot. And when I saw those walkers, fuck, I had to save you. Yeah, big hero I was. Shit girl.”

 I sighed as I stepped into our room, fucking feeling like a failure.

 “Negan, you’re always my hero. You saved me from a life not worth living. You took me in, giving me a wonderful home. A home for both Jill and I.” You sat down beside me, one hand rubbing my thigh, the other on your girl’s head. “Don’t ever doubt what you are to me. I couldn’t possibly love you anymore.” You leaned up, placing a sweet kiss on my cheek.

 A knock on the door making us both jump. “Yeah?” I hollered.

 “It’s me, Boss. Got the stuff you ordered.”

 Fuck, my surprise for you.

 “Just a second Simon!” I stood up walking over to grab the box I had on the sofa. “Baby girl, can you take this with you into the bathroom, put it on for me?” I winked, my tongue darting out and over my bottom lip.

 “What is it? I need to take a shower, I’m filthy!”

 “Just take it baby, it isn’t a fucking bomb!” I laughed, handing you the box. “And fuck yeah, take a shower, you fucking smell!”

 You slapped me, giggling as you grabbed the box. You headed into the bathroom, your four footed fucker following behind. I couldn’t help but watch you, your hips and ass swishing back and forth and making my fucking dick twitch like crazy. Fuck baby girl. Grrrr!

 I answered the door, stepping aside to let Simon in. “Got it all, but I took some shit from the kitchen staff I’ll let you know.”

 “What the fuck ever, Simon. Go get some pussy and stop the fucking complaining.” I laughed.

 “Enjoy bossman.” I closed the door, stepping around the table full of every one of your favorite foods that could still be fucking found in the end. Sitting down, I noticed the small box I had been saving, still sitting untouched on the end table.

 “Is this supposed to be a present for me? Because I’m thinking it’s more for you, Negan!” You had stepped into the bedroom in the gorgeous, fucking sexy, lingerie that I had found for you. You were twirling around, the skirt flying up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of your near naked ass, causing me to groan.

 “Come ‘ere baby girl, there’s more to the surprise.” You strolled over, Jill on your heels. “I even got something for your furry baby, doll.” I picked up a bone. “It even has some fucking meat left on it! Oh hoo! Whadda ya think of that?” Jill took it hesitantly. “Jesus, she taking side eye lessons from Rick the Prick?” I snickered, pulling you down beside me.

 “Thank you Negan! I can’t believe you thought of my sweetie!” You climbed into my lap, peppering my face with tiny kisses.

 “Fuck, sweet thing, as much as I’m enjoying this, my dick is becoming fucking hard and we have food to eat.”

 We sat quietly, enjoying the fucking feast. I loved seeing your eyes light up every time you found another of your favorites.

 “Thank you, Negan, for this beautiful spread. No one has ever done something like this for me before, ever. And most certainly not for my Jill! This has been the best ever Valentine’s Day!”

   “It’s not over yet, baby. Close those beautiful eyes.”

 As you closed your eyes, your pup’s head on your thigh, I took a hold of your left hand, placing the ring I had found on a fucking lucky run on your finger.

 Without telling you to, you opened your eyes, fucking knowing what I’d done. “Did I say to fucking open those eyes doll? Hmmm?”

 You smirked, just staring at your hand that I was still holding. “Negan? But you told me you would never take on a wife again, that the world was different and so were you. I…don’t understand?”

 “What’s to understand Vanja? I’m asking you to be my wife, my only fucking wife. Forever and ever baby girl, the whole nine fucking yards.” I stood up, taking both of your hands in mine, pulling you up into my arms. “So, is it a fucking yes?”

 Your eyes went big. “Oh my…god, YES!!!!”

 “Then let’s celebrate, the fucking Negan way sweetheart!”

    Best Valentine ever, fuck yeah!

[xicarcalii]

Suspicious Minds (BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader) PrEViEw

You slid down into the water, letting it block out the sounds around you. You wished the tub was a black hole so you could just disappear. Closing your eyes, you try and escape to some-what of a happy place while surrounded by the bubbles and lavender. Roger gave you a playful nudge, "sure you closed the blinds, love?"

"Mm,” your face split into a wide grin before casting your eyes out of the window for a brief moment, returning to Roger, now smiling as he sunk into the water to meet you at eye-level. The bathtub is most definitely too small for two, but you both squeezed yourselves in any way. You crack an eyelid and raise a brow at the same time, watching him. Roger’s legs rested uncomfortably on either side of your waist, him shifting in an attempt to get comfortable only forced his heels into your ribs. “Ouch!”

“You insisted I join you!” Roger grumbled, running his hands up your calves, then thighs. You shuddered under his touch which only made him smile, tilting his head. “We could have a bath big enough for the both of us one day in a flat of our own, like the ones we’ve seen in the hotels.” You snorted, your head lulling back to rest against the rim of the tub. “Keep dreaming, Taylor.”  

“Come-'ere,” Roger protested. Sitting up, disturbed water sloshed over the sides and onto the tile. He tugged at your arm, pulling your wet and soapy body until you were propped up against his own, wrapped in an awkward embrace. “Have I told you recently how utterly gorgeous you are?” His fingers brushed against your knuckles as you let out a heavy sigh, relieving yourself of tensed muscles. “No,” you hummed, eyes soft and lips curled with amusement. “Remind me.”

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