#i quite enjoyed seeing mark in that speedo

[watersdeep]

It Happened One Summer...

A summer of yearning comes to a head one fateful night night in the hot springs.

Mark x Reader (gender neutral) | one shot | 3,307 words | E

alt title: i just wanted to write some smut

#coral island mark #mark coral island #coral island fanfiction #mark coral island fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #my writing #2nd person pov #smut #one shot #i quite enjoyed seeing mark in that speedo #here you go you heathens #come get y'alls juice

[lipglossanon]

i feel like i kinda disassociate when i type and send asks lmao i just get anxious ya know? but you mentioned priest leon and honestly i’ve sent enough detailed asks in to get accurately kinkshamed lol so let’s say after Spain (i’m not a slut for RE4 leon that’s silly 🤭😉) leon quits//retires and becomes a priest right? right. or like he’s seen some shit and becomes a priest after retiring 🤷🏼‍♂️ whichever leon floats your boat. so he’s a caretaker for a little chapel in the woods somewhere and you’re on a trip for christmas (bad weather, closed roads, one bed holy trinity trope pun-fucking-intended) and what you don’t know is a kindly 20 something or if you’re an ~i love DILFS~ leon fan 30 to 40 something (because you might be calling him Father later 😉) moderately unhinged priest is about to make you get on your knees and repent for your sins 🙂🤭

- 💀

(i saw the end of your answers about me writing and i wanted to say i would love to but i’m too scared in case i loose my tumblr again lmao, i appreciate it though <3 also my brain conjured up the idea of stepdaddy leon in a speedo during family vacation to mess with reader,,, enjoy 🤭)

💀 anon, hi! 👋

AGDKL sending in asks is kinda nerve wracking, anonymous or not 😅

Ahhh! 🙈 no but this is fantastic. After Spain, Leon’s like I’m out and the president is so grateful to him that he lets him go so he’s like I want a simple easy job and priest is what he lands on

And so he finds this middle of the nowhere chapel that basically has next to no parishioners (they’re all old and make the trek to the chapel for like spiritual emergencies or like holidays such as Christmas and Easter).

So basically he’s just living in the middle of the woods just keeping to himself when you happen to be passing through (to see family, let’s say it’s Christmas). And you’re car gets stuck cause you forgot to put on the chains for your tires

But you remember passing a little chapel literally two minutes ago so you make the short cold trek to it before it gets too dark and this stacked, hot as hell priest opens up the door after you knock and you’re just like uhh help? 😅

And he invites you in as you tell him your car trouble and he’s listening but his face is totally unreadable so you’re just like I can just call someone and get out of your hair? And uh oh the phone lines are down and there’s no service :( so you’ll have to wait til the morning but in the meantime Leon offers you his bed but you’ll have to share cause there’s no central heat and his little room only has a small fireplace :( 🤭

You’re so flustered and sweet that Leon wants to bite you, just eat you up and it’s kinda driving him crazy cause he hasn’t felt this way before (but he also hasn’t seen anyone younger than 70 in ages lmao)

So when you’re both lying in his bed, you keep squirming to get comfortable which just leads to rubbing against Leon who’s getting hard until finally he just can’t take it anymore 🤭

He’s all over you, biting you and sucking marks all over your skin, telling you how sinful it is to tempt a priest and how you’ll have to pay for it with your body 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 he’s just so rough with you, completely animalistic that by the time daylights weakly streaming through the windows of his room, he’s still buried in your cunt as you plead for forgiveness 🥴

Sorry I totally went way overboard with the reply 🤪

And no sweat about writing! I love getting your asks which is basically the same thing 😉 and Leon in a Speedo is 🤤 🤤

#ask box #💀 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #priest!leon s kennedy

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

What about that sea king dude with the cape and the crown and the speedo? From one punch man? What would he be like as a yandere ?

Oh shiiiit ok??? You know before Garou stole my heart and tiddies, I was low-key kind of into Sea King lol

Sea King would act like Arlong, if you've read my post about HIM as a yandere. He doesn't view his Darling as an equal or worship them. They're a pretty-looking pet to them, and he cares about them because they're HIS.

He's incredibly tall by human standards and doesn't want to break his human toy, but he finds that his amphibious body is actually compatible with theirs; instead of a set length, I imagine it can be more like a cloaca-type situation. Elisa, give us a visual:

Since he can comfortably fit inside his Darling without much trouble, he usually doesnt bother to be gentle. His claws will mark their skin when he grips their hips, his sharp teeth keep grazing their soft skin, and their thighs are probably bruised from the force of his thrusts. He always has a few servants tend to them afterward, and he's quite fond of cuddling them like a little ragdoll after cumming.

Speaking of cumming, he makes them beg for him to fill them up or cover their body with his seed. He's the king of the most powerful race, after all; ____ should be lucky to have him use their pitiful human body like this, and they had better appreciate it.

He likes wrapping them up in his cape, just because it's so large around them (it's like a blanket!). They don't get the chance to wear warm or thick clothing that often, aside from flimsy lingerie and sheer/nearly see-through outfits made from ocean plants and woven scales. And because they're his pet human, he always has them wear some sort of necklace or collar. They have lots of them since Sea King enjoys dressing them up.

The only thing they should be afraid of is him. He'll protect them from anything in the world, so there's no reason to be afraid or scared as long as he's with them. They're his pet, and anyone who tries to take them from him will feel his wrath.

He's so amused by how tiny and weak they are compared to him. They're so...squishy! And soft! He's constantly touching and holding and nuzzling their body, just because he loves how they feel.

His tongue is so large that he can wrap it all the way around their neck, and he looooves to use it to make them squirm while he eats them out and tastes them. He wonders what humans eat to taste so sweet, and he easily overstimulates them to the point of unconsciousness because it's so enjoyable to swirl and pulse his tongue in and out of their delectable cunt.

#.opm #yandere opm #.sea king #yandere sea king #.myshit #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #tw: overstimulation

[dracoqueen22]

For @ephdraws who requested two different prompts that I confused and wrote as one. Oops? It’s Robin/Death from my Apocalypse Nigh Universe and they are at the beach. Chaos ensues. Literally. 

Family Outings

“Exactly how long are we going to stay?” Death asks as he surveys the assortment of items he has helped Robin haul out here, along with the rest of Robin’s family. 

They have claimed a strip of the beach, and given the amount of accessories and number of people in their party, he’s also not surprised the other beachgoers have given them a wide berth. He counts no less than a half-dozen coolers, enough chairs for every member of the family, with umbrellas to match, a portable playpen for the toddler, and two rolling wagons overflowing with toys and floaties.

There’s even a tent, which Teddy and Kayla are in the process of wrestling into shape while their Mother oversees and their Father marks out the perfect location for the portable grill. 

“Oh, this? Well, we didn’t bring enough to camp overnight, so we’ll probably leave about nine, ten-ish,” Robin says as he spreads his towel over his beach chair and uses clips to keep the wind from blowing it away. 

He’s already stripped down to his swim shorts, which are rainbow-striped, tight-fitting, and leave very little to the imagination. They aren’t Speedos, according to Robin, but Teddy had snorted and said they might as well be. 

Death, by contrast, is wearing a very sensible pair of shorts that fall to his knees, and a long-sleeved water resistant shirt his sister had reassured him was meant for swimming. His contribution to the beach day trip had been to bring his own towel and a water bottle. 

Clearly, he hadn’t understood what Robin meant by “small trip to the beach, just for the day, it’s pretty casual, believe me, you’ll have fun!” 

This. 

This is not casual. 

“Esperance! Emmanuel! Get over here and get some sunscreen before you hit the water!” Robin’s mother hollers, her voice quite clear despite the noise of them apparently moving onto the beach for the day. 

“And make sure you get your floaties!” Teddy shouts before he curses and digs in the sand for something he must have dropped. “Robin, keep an eye on them, please,” he throws over his shoulder. 

Robin rolls his eyes, turns his head and shouts, “Opal! Watch the kids!” 

“I’m busy!” Opal, Robin’s sister barks. She’s perched in a beach chair, glasses on, sunhat on, umbrella pulled low, with a book in her lap. And as Death watches, she primly inserts a set of ear buds and proceeds to ignore her entire family. 

“So am I!” Robin shouts back before he smiles at Death and takes Death’s towel from his unresisting hands. “This is really your first time at the beach?” 

“I have been on beaches,” Death says as he watches Robin lay out the towel and pin it into place as well. “But not to enjoy them.” 

Robin rakes his hand through his hair. “What was it? Some kind of trash clean-up?” 

Death does his best not to think about June 6th, 1944. “Something like that,” he hedges and waves away the memories. “Your family likes to be prepared, I see.” 

“Yeah, that’s Mom’s influence.” Robin tugs Death over to his chair and urges him to sit. “She’s all about having contingency plans for her contingency plans.” His eyes narrow as he looks Death -- or Tristan for that matter -- up and down. “Dude, you are so pale. I’m going to have to slather you in sunscreen.” 

Death cannot burn, but Tristan should be protected. “I didn’t bring any unfortunately. It seems I am very ill-prepared for this.” 

“No sweat. I’ve got you covered.” Robin grabs the bag he’d tucked under his own chair and rifles through it, tossing out several random bottles, a book, a flattened sphere of rubber, three granola bars, and a spare pair of sandals. “Ah. Knew it was in here somewhere.” 

He emerges triumphant with a bottle of something labeled SPF 50. “Are you going to wear that shirt the whole time?” 

“I can’t swim in it?” Death asks. He thought he’d chosen an average, appealing shape, but he feels as though he pales in comparison next to Robin.

“Well, you can if you want to. I just thought you might get hot.” Robin grins and kneels on the beach chair behind Death, carefully balancing his weight. “But if you’re not comfortable baring that much skin, it’s fine. I should still get the back of your neck though.” 

“I see.” Death obediently tips his head forward as there’s a squelch of something liquid behind him. 

“Oh, and your face and your legs and your hands and the tops of your feet,” Robin continues as the first cool touch lands on Tristan’s nape and he shivers. “Then again, if you burn, I get to take care of you with a nice bottle of aloe vera.” 

Death can’t burn. But he may need to pretend to. 

“I would prefer not to burn,” he says. 

“Yeah, fair. It really sucks.” Robin rests his hands on Tristan’s shoulder and leans around him, face inches away, smelling like coconut and sunshine. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. This is going to be fun.” 

Death squints into the distance, where he swears he sees Chaos approaching, with a wide-brimmed sun hat and a brightly colored beach bag slung over her shoulder. She notices him notice her and waves. 

“Right,” he says weakly. “Fun.” 

***

#draco writes #draco writes original fic #apocalypse nigh universe #death/robin #raw unedited fic #open mic night answers #open mic night replies

[josephthropp]

Steven Universe is fat. And his trans girlfriend, Connie Maheswaran, likes him like that. Whether he's all dressed up or in naught but a tiny little swimsuit.

Content warning for some body dysphoria and gender dysphoria. Full excerpt below the cut!

It had only taken a minute for him to get undressed and into his swimsuit. The pool was just downstairs, so he’d only intended to throw on a shirt and his sandals besides that. He’d gotten as far as picking up his shirt, only to end up stopping in his tracks when he’d caught a glance of himself in the mirror above the sink. Clad in nothing but that pink speedo, Steven found himself looking at his body, almost entirely uncovered.

Staring at himself from the side, his eyes were instantly drawn to his stomach. The way that it fell over the front of the swimsuit, with love handles falling off to the sides and additional folds rolling off his back. A clearly defined muffin-top all the way around, looking just as distended as the actual muffin he’d picked up for breakfast this morning. Staring at that part of himself for too long had naturally led his eyes to the rest of his body.

It was a self-destructive sort of decision when he was starting to think this way, but Steven turned to face the mirror head on anyway. Even without the profile view, he could see the faint pink and white lines that ran up and down his sides in seemingly random locations. Stubborn stretch marks that never left him, no matter how good and consistent he was with the cocoa butter treatments. Even worse was his chest, with flabby pecs that he wished so much would just recede just a little. They were so close to barely even making an impression in tight shirts, but not quite there yet.

Even if he’d been wearing the shirt already, the telltale signs of his size would still be there, of course. His neck was wide, with extra skin that would perpetually bother him, regardless of the fact that hardly anyone else would ever even notice it. His chubby cheeks were as much a Steven trademark as his dark curls by now. A trademark that he really resented in moments like this.

Ugh, need he go on? The loose skin under his arms and his excessively plush thighs were just icing on the cake as far as his little pity party of diminishing self-worth was concerned. It all added up to an image in the mirror he just didn’t want to look at anymore. Days like this didn’t happen very often, but it was just his luck one would happen the very day he and Connie were about to go swimming. One of the very few activities where he couldn’t just put on a shirt and pretend he was fine.

Maybe it would’ve been easier if he wasn’t in such a tiny little swimsuit. It was a dumb impulse buy anyway. The kind of thing that had made Steven go starry-eyed all of a sudden when he’d walked past it in the store, just knowing he had to have it. Never mind the fact that a situation like the one he currently found himself in was exactly what he should’ve considered before making the purchase.

There were probably other trunks of his in the Dondai. Anything else he could throw on. At this point, it wasn’t even about swimming for Steven. He just wanted to stay out of the water and in his clothes while sitting by the pool, pretty much only there for Connie’s sake so she could enjoy the pool date he’d promised her.

“Steven?”

Speak of the devil.

Connie’s voice came from the other side of the bathroom door, followed by a few gentle raps against it. Yep, he’d definitely been sulking around in here for too long. It was honestly a surprise that Connie hadn’t come to check on him until now. “Steven, are you okay?” She called again, knocking a little more insistently.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine,” He finally answered her, kicking himself for making her worry in the first place. This was his stupid problem, Connie didn’t deserve to be forced to help him try and fix it. She was such a good person though, of course she was going to end up doing that one way or another. “I’m sorry. I just got a little distracted.”

That excuse didn’t seem to fly with Connie. “Can I come in?” She asked.

Steven adjusted himself on the edge of the tub where he’d been sitting, reaching down to pick up his shirt off the floor. Didn’t want her tripping on her way in. “Okay.” He finally replied after a moment.

The door creaked open, but Steven didn’t look up right away. His eyes remained focused on the shirt in his lap, running his fingers over the fabric absentmindedly. Connie slid beside him without a word, taking a seat on the tub’s edge as well. Even without her speaking, Steven could just tell she was amping up to poke and prod at him.

“You’ve got your suit on. You gonna put on your shirt and your sandals?” Yep, there it was. The question was asked with such a light tone, clearly intending to sidestep around the fact that Steven was obviously avoiding doing those exact things.

He shrugged in response, looking to the side and noticing Connie’s bare leg brushing up against his. Her purple sandals were already on her feet, and a lacy white cover up was already thrown on over her one piece swimsuit. She was entirely ready to go, and here Steven was, keeping her cooped up inside the hotel room. Ugh, now he felt even worse.

Well, there was only so much of the silent treatment that Connie was going to put up with. When Steven didn’t give her a real answer, she didn’t hesitate to make her concern that much clearer. She reached for the shirt in his hands, gently tugging it out of his grasp. Without that distraction, he had to actually confront what she was saying.

“Steven, what’s up? You were so excited right before you came in here!” Connie scooted in a little closer, throwing his shirt aside before grabbing one of Steven’s hands while she looked to him with sad eyes. “Is something wrong? We don’t have to go swimming if you don’t want to.”

Oh, no. That was exactly what Steven didn’t want. Ruining something they’d planned, all because of his dumb insecurities. “No, I want to go swimming! Just let me finish getting ready.”

He stood from the tub, already looking around to see where he kicked his sandals to. Unfortunately, his attempt to play everything off still wasn’t sticking. Connie stood from the tub and trailed right after him, grabbing his shoulder before her could try and brush her off.

“Steven, forget swimming for a second! Talk to me about what’s bothering you before you worry about anything else!” Connie’s voice was desperate enough that Steven couldn’t hope to keep putting up walls. He had to concede in some way, however small.

With a sigh, he finally turned towards her, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke. “Do you think this swimsuit looks okay?”

The confusion that crossed Connie’s features was as good an answer as any. Obviously she thought he looked good, she had to. He was her boyfriend. “What? Of course it looks good! You’ve been wanting to wear it since you bought it a few weeks ago!”

Oof, yeah. Steven had already called Connie about his stellar find the day he’d picked it up. Trying to act like he’d just randomly had this whole about-face without any prompt or reason definitely wasn’t going to fly. He scrambled for anything that might qualify as a validation for why he was feeling this way now, but there weren’t many good reasons he could think of.

“I-I dunno, you don’t think it’s a little off on me? Like, the color?” He offered with a shrug.

“Steven, you love pink!” Connie didn’t back down. She took a step closer, reaching up to cup one of Steven’s cheeks in one of her hands. “Please, don’t make me fight you to get you to open up, Steven. I love you, you can talk to me.”

Welp, that was that. Once Connie decided to break out any form of vocal affirmations of love, Steven was toast. He didn’t have any choice left but to do as she asked and open up. He sighed again, slowly bringing a hand up to the center of his belly. Connie’s eyes followed, brow furrowing a bit as she watched him.

“Is it...your gem?” She asked.

Okay, let’s try that again. Steven’s hand dipped lower, grabbing the overhanging portion of his belly that spilled over the waistband of his speedo. That seemed to do the trick, judging how Connie’s eyes widened with clear realization.

“Oh. Oh!” She brightened once things really clicked with her, but her face fell soon after once the implications of that set in. “Oh, Steven.”

#steven universe #su fanfic #su fanfiction #connie maheswaran #trans connie maheswaran #body positivity

[write-havoc]

The Glasswing Butterfly Part 18

Summary: Chuck has never thought of herself as anything special. Just an average beta living her life next door to a womanizing alpha named Negan. But her life, and Negan’s too, are turned upside down when Chuck suddenly presents as omega.

This is a non-zombie AU featuring A/B/O dynamics.

Fandom: The Walking Dead AU

Pairing: Negan/Original Female Character

Status: Ongoing

Contains: swearing, smut

Intended for readers 18+ of age only

Masterlist in my bio

“Have you thought about what we wanna do for the wedding?” Chuck asks Negan the next morning as they sit at the dining room table eating their breakfast. Chuck has her bowl of Cocoa Puffs and Negan has just finished his eggs and bacon. “My mom is getting impatient,” she explains.

Negan chuckles as he looks up from the newspaper in his hands. “I haven’t really. I thought I’d leave that shit for you to do.”

She lets out a little huff. “Gee, thanks.”

“Well, I didn’t wanna be in the fuckin’ way. It’s usually the woman that wants everything just perfect.”

“Not this woman. I’m fine with something simple, like just having it in the back yard. But when I told my mom that, she tried to convince me to do the whole church thing.”

He takes a sip of his coffee as he thinks that over. “I like the idea of doing shit here. I did the fuckin’ church thing with Lucille and I fuckin’ hated it. All pomp and circumstance. Her parents even insisted on the traditional mating ceremony, which is long and fuckin’ boring. I didn’t enjoy one minute of that shit.”

“I don’t want all that. I just want a simple thing with us and our family.”

“Fine by me. Besides,” he gives her a smirk, “the less money we spend on the wedding, the more money we can spend on the honeymoon.”

At that, she takes in a sharp excited breath. “Ooo. Honeymoon,” she draws out. “Let’s get mom to plan our wedding so we can plan the fun stuff.”

“You know it won’t be simple if we give her full reign.”

“You’re right. We’ll have to supervise, set out some parameters. But I definitely want to get our honeymoon sorted really quickly.”

“What are you thinkin’?”

She only mulls it over for a moment before she blurts out, “Hawaii!”

“Hawaii?” he repeats, not quite as enthusiastic as she was.

“Yeah, Hawaii. I’ve never been to any place tropical.” She continues to look at him, searching his face for his true thoughts. “You don’t like the idea?”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Lounging on the beach sounds fuckin’ nice. Especially if you’re there in a skimpy ass bikini.”

She laughs. “I’ve never worn a skimpy bikini in my life.”

“There’s always time to start,” he quips with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“Then you have to wear one of those Italian model speedos.”

He laughs out loud with his head thrown back. “I don’t think so.”

She shrugs a shoulder. “It’s only fair.”

He lets out a final chuckle before getting the subject back on track. “So when are we planning on doing this?”

“When do you want?”

He thinks a moment. “Sometime before the school year starts probably. Since I won’t be fuckin’ working yet. And summer will be nice weather.”

“I think I should be able to take some time off, too.”

“Sounds fuckin’ good to me.”

After a little bit more discussion, they decide on June 15 for the wedding. The honeymoon would come right after, of course. Chuck calls her mother as soon as they have the date set in stone and tells her about what she and Negan discussed. Even though Diane would rather have a more traditional wedding for her daughter in their neighborhood church, she’s still excited to go through with what Chuck and Negan want. She’s also glad that they are including her on the planning, even if they’ve specifically told her to keep things simple (and put her on a strict budget).

That night while Chuck and Negan are getting into bed, he pulls her into his chest and lets out a content sigh. “Mr. And Mrs. Negan,” he says softly, thinking about all they’ve discussed today. “I fuckin’ like the sound of that. All this wedding talk has me excited about this marriage shit.”

Chuck’s eyes go wide, then she lifts herself up to look at Negan. “Yeah... I’m excited, too. But... I, uh, was actually thinking about keeping my name, though,” she admits hesitantly.

“What?” He moves to sit up quickly, his brows furrowed in a mixture of anger and confusion. “You don’t wanna take my name?”

She straightens herself up beside him to answer. “I just... I like my name,” she says as gently as she can, since it seems like Negan isn’t very happy with this development. “And my dad was an only child. I’m the only Langdon left,” she adds. 

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me, Chuck?” he bites back. 

She’s taken aback by his strong reaction. “Are you really that upset about it?”

He scoffs. “You think I wouldn’t be?!”

“You always said you hated your father. I didn’t think you’d really care much about passing on his name.”

“Negan was not my father’s name,” he explains with some venom in his voice. “Negan is my name. That’s the name I chose and now my mate is saying she doesn’t want it!”

Now Chuck feels a little bad. She didn’t know any of that. “I’m sorry. You never mentioned your father’s name. Or that you changed yours.”

“Well, I didn’t think it was fuckin’ important,” he spits out. 

“Please don’t be mad at me.”

He throws his arms up in frustration. “What the fuck did you expect?”

“I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal!”

“Not a big deal? Are you fuckin’ kidding me? How the fuck are you still this goddamn clueless about all this shit? You’re not a stupid fuckin’ beta, Chuck. You’re an omega. My omega. And I’m the alpha. It’s time you started to fuckin’ act like it.”

She’s shocked, not only by his words, but the harsh tone he uses to spit them out. Tears start to well up in her eyes as she struggles to respond to him. Negan can see how upset she’s getting, but before he can try to fix it, she jumps out of bed and rushes out of the room.

“Chuck, wait!” he calls out, but is only met by hurried footsteps down the hall and the guest bedroom door slamming shut. “Shit,” he mutters, sobering some at her reaction. Even through is anger, he knows he’s messed up. And upsetting Chuck is the last thing he wants to do.

Once Chuck gets into the guest room, she whips back the covers on the bed and gets into it, angrily pulling the comforter up under her chin, as if she could just go to sleep after what just happened. But she’s too angry and upset about the situation, both with herself for misjudging what Negan’s reaction would be and with him for being so harsh with her.

Just a moment later, Negan’s soft voice calls out from the other side of the door, much calmer than it had been just a minute ago. “Can I come in?” he asks, not even trying the handle to see if it was locked. He figures barging in without permission wouldn’t garner him any favors at this point.

She sniffles and sits up, giving it serious thought to deny him. “Yeah,” she finally croaks as she wipes the tears from her eyes and moves to lean back on the headboard.

He walks in slowly and stops right beside the bed. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have said what I fuckin’ did.”

Chuck just nods, unsure of what to say.

“You just need to understand-” he sits down on the edge of the bed to face her. “My alpha took over. All he heard was that his mate wanted nothing to do with him.”

She shakes her head. “That’s not what I meant at all.”

“I know it isn’t, but...” He lets out a heavy breath. “Please take my name, Chuck,” he says softly, almost begging. “It would be like I failed as a fuckin’ alpha if you didn’t.”

“Failed at what?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know. Keeping you, I guess.”

“ Keeping me?” she questions.

“I know that sounds fuckin’ bad, but...” he rubs his his hand down his chin. “That’s the alpha instincts in me. Every time I see my mark on your neck, it makes me feel like I won the goddamn lottery. And hearing you say, ‘I’m Mrs. Negan’ will do the same fuckin’ thing. Make me feel like I’m the luckiest fuck in the world, like I’m the best fuckin’ alpha cuz I got the most beautiful, amazing omega at my side.”

Chuck’s known that Negan has a possessive streak, just like almost every other alpha, but she’s never really thought about how ingrained that is in his personality. It’s not just possessiveness, it’s tied into his sense of self worth as an alpha.

And in a way he was right about her being clueless. She has become more comfortable with herself as an omega, but she hasn’t really been too open to learning about the alpha world. She realizes that should probably change if she wants to be able to understand Negan better.

Since it means so much to him, she makes the decision to take his name, though she really doesn’t want to drop her own family name completely. “Can we compromise?” she asks hesitantly.

“Compromise how?”

“I take your name, be Mrs. Negan, but I keep mine, too. Charlotte Josephine Langdon Negan.”

“What would our kids’ names be?”

“Negan. But they would have Langdon as like a middle name. If that makes sense.”

He thinks a second. “Yeah, I’m okay with that.” He leans in to give her a kiss. “I’m really sorry for being a dick,” he says without pulling back much from her. “I fuckin’ hate to see you upset.”

“I’m sorry for not thinking about how you would feel about it. I guess I should be more considerate.”

“It’s alright.” He kisses her again. “Can we go back to our room, now? I fuckin’ hate the guest room.”

She giggles a little. “Yeah.”

 Negan’s ping pong table arrives a few days later and the newly formed Alexandria High School Table Tennis Club is set to hold their first meeting. There are only six of them, all the students that had told Negan about the ping pong table in the first place plus one extra girl. So maybe people weren’t clambering to get their names on the sign up sheets like Negan had hoped, but at least there’s more than a few kids here. And it’s an even number, so there’s that.

Carl and his two friends live close by in the neighborhood, so Negan offers to drive the three boys home from school. There isn’t enough room for the three girls, too, but fortunately, one of them has a car and offers to drive the others. Once they all get to Negan’s house, he parks his car in the driveway and invites the kids inside.

As soon as the front door opens, Chuck stands from her seat on the couch to meet Negan at the door.

“Hey, baby,” he greets her with a quick kiss then gestures for the kids to enter. “Come on in.” Once they all pile in, Negan closes the door behind them. “This is Chuck, my mate,” he throws out casually as he moves across the room to the door leading to the garage. “I’m just gonna move my girl’s car to give us more fuckin’ room out there,” he throws back to the students.

With Negan now out of the room, Chuck feels a need to fill the awkward silence. “Hello,” she greets the students herself.

The kids, with the exception of Carl, just stare at her without moving, unsure of what to say. It’s awkward being in a teacher’s home to begin with, but now they’re in a mated pair’s home, which is a first for all of them.

“Hey, Chuck,” Carl says back, breaking the tension.

She gives him a warm smile, thankful to have some of the pressure off of her. “How’s your dad and Michonne?”

“They’re good,” he answers, then looks around at his classmates. “This is,” he starts to point the kids out, since they aren’t taking the initiative to introduce themselves, “Isaac, Luisa, Renee, Oliver, and Tatiana.”

“It’s very nice to meet you all.” Chuck clears her throat nervously and gestures back to the kitchen. “I, uh, I made some rice krispy treats if you guys want a snack.” She hadn’t been sure what to do to be a good host for the students. Providing finger food seemed to be like a good bet. And rice krispy treats are something she can actually make. “I have chips, too,” she adds.

That was apparently the right thing to say because the kids push their way into the kitchen and lay into the spread of snacks that Chuck had laid out for them. With the junk food loosening them up, they actually start to talk.

“How old are you?” Oliver asks Chuck suddenly as he stuffs his mouth with chips.

The girl closest to him, Renee, smacks him on the arm. “You don’t ask a woman her age.”

“What?!” he bites back, then swallows his mouthful. “She’s a lot younger than Negan.”

Chuck laughs at the exchange. “I’m twenty six.”

Isaac looks up, his curiosity piqued. “How old is Negan, then, exactly?”

Before she can answer, the man himself steps into the kitchen. “Don’t you fuckin’ answer that.” He reaches over everyone to steal a chip from the bowl on the counter.

Chuck giggles at his reaction. “You don’t want them to know that you’re twenty nine?” she jokes.

Carl jumps right in, not believing Chuck’s quip. “He’s not twenty nine . He’s my dad’s age. At least.”

“You calling me old, kid?”

Carl just shrugs his shoulder, not backing down. “I’m just sayin’. There’s no way you’re twenty nine.”

“Alright, alright. Smartass.” Negan steals another chip, stuffing it into his mouth casually. “Everyone, thank my beautiful wife for providing this shit.”

There’s an unenthusiastic chorus of “thank you, Mrs. Negan”s from the teens, which makes her chuckle. 

“You’re welcome. But ‘Chuck’ is just fine.”

Negan points to the boys then gestures to the snacks. “Carry this shit out to the garage. We got work to do setting shit up.” Once all the kids’ backs are turned to go to the garage, Negan wraps his arms around Chuck and gives her a not-so-innocent kiss. “You gonna watch me kick those kids’ asses?”

She laughs and returns the hug. “I might peek my head in.”

“Alright.” He kisses her again. “Make sure to stare at my ass when you do.”

Chuck has a smile on her face as she watches him leave the room. The smile only gets bigger when she realizes that Negan had called her his wife in front of the kids. It came so easily and seemed so natural that it hadn’t even registered to her.

She giggles to herself and moves to go into the garage, too, taking Negan up on the invitation to see him in his own element instructing the students.

 “Happy birthday,” Chuck whispers in Negan’s ear once she feels him finally stir awake days later.

He lets out a soft groan and smiles as he opens his eyes to see Chuck leaning over him. His voice is low and gravelly with sleep as he says, “Whatcha gonna give me?”

She giggles and bends down to give him a quick kiss. “I just said ‘happy birthday.’ Isn’t that enough?” she jokes.

Stretching out a little to wake himself up, he places his hand on her back and gently caresses her. “Bounce on my dick a little bit and we’ll call it even.” He nudges her to shift positions so that she’s straddling him.

She giggles, already figuring that he would request some sort of activity this morning. “Well, guess what?” she draws out playfully, bending her body down so that her face is close to his.

Letting his hands wander up her thighs under her nightgown, he bites his lip at the feeling of her soft skin under his fingertips. “What, dear?”

She moves to place her lips near to his ear and whispers, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

The words no sooner leave her lips when Negan flips them both over and settles between her legs. She giggles at the impatient motion, but once she sees him pull his already hard flesh from his boxers and position himself, her eyes go wide.

“Negan, what are you doing?” she says as she leans up on her elbows.

He pauses. “I thought we were getting our fuck on.”

“We’re not ready yet. Unless you want me to get pregnant.”

“Shit.” He pauses as he realizes that in his excitement, the thought hadn’t crossed his mind. “I can be careful. I’ll fuckin’ pull out.”

“Are you sure? You can’t knot me then.”

“I got plenty of time tonight to knot you. Besides, you’re not near your fuckin’ heat right now, so even if I did cum in you, I bet we’d be safe.”

That is true, Chuck thinks. Her period is due in just a couple days. Besides, she’s been fantasizing all morning before she woke him, so she’s more than ready to go. And a little impatient herself.

“Well, then. Get on with it,” she says in a breathy whisper as she lays back down.

With a bite of his lip, Negan takes ahold of her waist with one hand and uses his other to guide him into her slowly, making sure that she’s really ready for him. He’s not met with much resistance and when he’s fully sheathed inside her, he lets out soft grunt.

“Shit, you feel so good like this,” he breathes out.

It does feel a little different to Chuck, having his skin in direct contact with her own for the first time. It feels almost like it’s even more of an intimate act. Like being able to feel all of him completely unhindered is how it should be. If only it weren’t for her condition, that’s how it could be from now on. She could take the birth control pills and they could have completely spontaneous sex without having to waste the time in getting ready with an omega condom. Not to mention that Negan wouldn’t have to go through the hassle of picking them up from the pharmacy anymore.

“Chuck?” Negan’s voice draws her out of her thoughts. “You with me?” he asks, having seen the look on her face as if she was miles away.

“Yeah,” she answers. 

“If you don’t wanna do this, we can stop.” 

“No, no,” she’s quick to reply. “I was just thinking that this feels good,” she fibs, not wanting too tell him the extent of what she really was thinking.

“Really?” he skeptically asks. “You looked completely lost inside your own fuckin’ head.” He bends forward a bit over her to caress your cheek. “If you’re freaked out about raw dogging it, we can slip a condom on.”

When he starts to move away, she grabs his arm to stop him. “No. I want to do this.” To punctuate her point, she starts to move her hips up to meet his, causing him to sink back into her.

“Mmm.” He moves back to sit on his knees so he can get a good look at her. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful spread out for me.”

As he starts to thrust inside her again, she lets out a little whimper and closes her eyes. “That feels so good.”

He runs his hands up her hips to grasp her waist to give himself more leverage to go faster. “Shit. I love this pussy.”

She giggles, but it quickly turns to a moan as he starts to hit the right spot. “Ah. You’re so good to me.”

“You bet your fuckin’ ass I am.” He moves to lay on top of her, never losing rhythm. “You getting close, baby?” he asks, though he can already feel that she is.

“Keep going,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.”

He chuckles into her neck, right on the spot that holds his mark. “I wouldn’t fuckin’ dream of it.”

With her orgasm quickly approaching, she grabs onto the hair at the back of his head as she meets his thrusts. “Oh, god!”

“That’s it.” He moves his mouth close to her ear and growls, “Cum for daddy.”

That hurdles her over the edge, sending her into a powerful orgasm. Through the lustful haze, Chuck calls out, “Knot me, Alpha!” not fully aware of what she’s saying. 

That itself nearly sends Negan to his end right then and there, but his rational mind somehow wins out and he manages to pull out to spill onto her stomach.

Once they both come back down and catch their breaths, Chuck sees the mess Negan made on her. “Why didn’t you knot me?”

“Because you told me you didn’t want me to before we started fucking,” he answers from his spot on the bed beside her.

“But I said you could.”

“Yeah. When you were fuckin’ cumming. I know shit gets intense between us and our bodies take over, overriding our fuckin’ brains. I wouldn’t ever want to do something to you and have you regret it when your goddamn senses come back.”

She looks over to him with a lazy smile. “I love you, Negan,” is all she can say in that moment as she thinks about how amazing he really is to her. He’s done so much already, literally saved her life even. Him not going against what they had initially agreed on just shows how much he really cares about her. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

He leans over and kisses her deeply. “I’m the fuckin’ lucky one, baby girl,” he whispers and leans back from her. “And I can’t fuckin’ wait to knot that pussy after our date tonight.

That makes her laugh. “My mate, the romantic.”

“Damn right.” He steps out of the bed and holds his hand out to her. “Let’s jump in the shower then I’ll make you some breakfast.”

She allows him to pull her out of her comfy spot on the bed. “It’s your birthday. I should be cooking for you.”

“You know I like cooking.” He leads her into the bathroom and starts the shower, dialing it in to the right temperature. “Why don’t I take you out on my bike after we eat. It’s supposed to actually be fuckin’ warm today.” He lets her step in first to stand under the water. “And you haven’t gotten to ride on it yet since I fuckin’ finished it.

She turns around, not only to answer him face to face, but to wet her hair under the stream of hot water. “That sounds really nice,” she replies, though she is a little nervous about the motorcycle. She’s only ever ridden on one the one time with Negan. It was really fun, but it’s still a little nerve racking being perched on top of an engine with wheels and no other protection around you besides a helmet.

After their breakfast (which they both actually have a hand in making), they get ready for their ride. The weather is rather mild, perfect for Chuck’s denim jacket over a light hoodie and jeans. Negan, of course, wears the black leather jacket he always does when he takes his bike out, but Chuck isn’t complaining. He always looks really good in it, whether he zips it up fully or leaves it open. And there’s also something about the red scarf he alway wraps around his neck that she really likes, though she’d never actually say that to him.

“Ready to go, baby?” he asks as he hands over her helmet to put on.

“Yup.” Once she puts the helmet on, Negan makes sure it’s buckled right and helps her onto the back of his motorcycle.

After putting on his own helmet, he hops on himself and starts the machine up. “Hold on tight.”

She giggles and cuddles up to his back as she wraps her arms around him. “I’m ready to go when you are.”

Negan kick starts the bike and pulls out of the garage, using his remote to close the door after them. As they travel the roads, Chuck watches the scenery change from the suburbs she’s used to, to places unfamiliar. Negan had specifically told her that he wouldn’t say where they were going, so she knows it’s useless to even ask. 

Less than an hour later, the land turns more rural and she notices a big sign off to the right saying “Great Falls Park”. Negan continues on leisurely through the mountain roads until he gets to a small parking lot. Once the bike is stopped, he hops off and helps Chuck to do the same. 

“This place is gorgeous,” Chuck comments after they both remove their helmets and hang them on the handles of the bike. 

Negan takes her hand and the pair starts to walk the trail. “Rick suggested it.”

“He did?”

“I fuckin’ asked him where a good place to ride a motorcycle is and he said,” he puts on a southern accent, “‘I don’t ride motorcycles.’” He shakes his head with a little laugh. “But he said it was nice as fuck out this way.”

“It was a nice ride getting here anyway.”

“I might take Aaron out here once he gets his fuckin’ bike done. You think he’d like that?”

She laughs. “You trying to get romantic with my uncle?” she jokes. 

“I wouldn’t have to try too fuckin’ hard. You know he wants my dick so bad,” he retorts without missing a beat. 

“Just because he’s gay, that doesn’t mean he’ll go for just any man,” she says through her giggles. 

He gestures to himself. “You don’t think he’d hop on this if I offered?” 

“No!” She slaps him on the arm. “You’re not his type! And, oh yeah, you’re my boyfriend. I don’t think he’d be a home wrecker.”

Negan wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her in to kiss the top of her head. “I don’t know. Still think I could hit it,” he adds, joking further. 

Chuck laughs and playfully smacks his chest. “There’s this guy he’s been talking to, anyway,” she finally comments, moving past Negan’s joke. “Friend of a friend kinda thing. I think he wants to start dating him, but he feels weird about it.”

Negan nods in understanding. “Shit’s weird for a while after you lose a spouse.”

“He says this guy’s nice.” She chuckles a little. “And that everyone calls him Jesus because he... kinda looks like Jesus, I guess.”

“Jesus, huh. That’s fuckin’ funny.”

They continue to follow the signs saying “scenic overlook” for a ways. Once they get to their destination, they’re met with an amazing view of the falls that the area is named for. The water from the Potomac River rushes through the rocky gorge creating a pleasing white noise that fills the area.

“Oh shit,” Negan calls out as he leans on the railing to look at the feature. “Rick was right. This shit’s beautiful.”

Chuck can’t help but giggle at him. “It really is. This reminds me of the first time you took me out on your bike.”

He turns to shoot her a smile. “Oh yeah. I took you out to the fuckin’ boonies.” 

“I was so nervous,” she admits through a laugh.

He moves to stand behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. “About being on the bike?”

“A little bit. But I was more nervous about being with you.”

He chuckles a little. “You were nervous about me?”

“Yeah.” She places her hands on his arms around her. “I was nervous about being so close to you.” The realization of how silly that sounds makes her giggle.

“Didja think I was gonna bite?” he jokes.

“More like, I thought you were gonna suddenly realize that you really didn’t want anything to do with me and abandon me somewhere.”

He scoffs. “Like that could ever fuckin’ happen.” He turns to kiss her cheek. “You now you got me wrapped around your fuckin’ finger.”

She laughs. “Well I know that now . I didn’t back then.”

He kisses her again, hoping that she truly knows how special she is to him. “So which ride was better, do you think?”

She thinks about it for a second. “This one,” she answers as she hugs his arms around her a bit more, “because I get cuddles this time.”

He laughs at her answer. What he was really asking was which bike she liked better, hoping she’d praise all the work he’s done on his Harley. But her sweet answer has him squeezing her a little bit tighter and kissing her temple.

“Fuckin’ adorable,” he says almost to himself.

After a few moments of silence, she asks, “Could we keep this up? Like take a ride every Sunday or something?”

“That sounds fuckin’ good to me. I’d love that.”

She turns back to look at him. “I would, too.”

Later on that night, Chuck and Negan get ready to go to dinner for Negan’s birthday. She had made the reservation for them at a highly rated restaurant in D.C. right on the Potomac River, though she hasn’t told Negan where they’re going. They both dress up a little, Negan in dark slacks, white button up, and a blazer, Chuck in a black and white polka dot sundress with a cardigan.

As Chuck finishes putting her hair up as she stands in front of the mirror in their room, Negan walks in. “I’m almost done,” she informs him.

He just watches her for a moment as her delicate fingers pin up her waves away from her face. “When do we gotta leave? If you’d tell me where we’re going, I’d fuckin’ know how long it’d take to get there.”

She shoots him a look. “I told you-“

“I know, I know.” He hold his hands up and walks closer to her. “It’s a surprise.”

With her hair finished, she turns to face him. “I think you’ll really like it. But we should get going now if we wanna beat D.C. traffic.”

“D.C., huh? Want me to drive?”

“No,” she draws out as she moves to pat him on the chest. “You don’t know where we’re going.”

“You could tell me...”

She laughs. “You really hate not being in control, don’t you?”

He just shrugs as she moves past him to leave the bedroom, since she’s not exactly wrong. But he decides not to push it and allows her to drive him north into the city. After they park the car, Chuck leads Negan down a busy boardwalk along the river. With the sun setting, the whole area is bathed in reds and oranges. The last sunbeams of the day bounce across the water making everything look almost surreal.

“Here it is,” Chuck finally points out as they come up to the restaurant. “It had a lot of good reviews. And they have surf and turf, so I thought-“

She doesn’t even get to finish before Negan is calling out, “Shit, I love surf and turf!”

Giggling, she admits, “That’s what I was gonna say. I thought you’d like that.”

Once they get inside and speak to the hostess, they are led to their table on the patio overlooking the water. Overhead string lights above the tables add soft lighting as the sun is almost completely below the horizon. Chuck thinks to herself that the ambiance must be good, since almost every other table is taken. She’s glad that she made the reservation in advance so they didn’t have to wait. 

As Negan pulls out the chair for Chuck, she momentarily makes eye contact with the older woman at the table next to them, but her attention is quickly brought back to sitting down in the chair as Negan is waiting for her.

After they get their drink order in (a couple glasses of a nice red wine), Negan gets the chance to look around at the scenery. “Shit, this is nice.”

“It really is.”

“Hope I can afford it,” he jokes. 

“I’m paying, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

“I’m not gonna make you pay for all this.”

“Well, you’re really hard to shop for, so this is your birthday present from me.”

“You never have to buy me anything, sweetheart. I’m fuckin’ pleased as punch just to have you with me.”

No matter how long they’ve been together, when Negan says things like that, Chuck still blushes hard. Since she’s still a little flustered when the waitress comes over, she just quickly doubles Negan’s order of the surf and turf, though she does request the steak be well done rather than Negan’s medium rare.

Negan shakes his head at her as the waitress walks away from the table to put the order in. “You should try it not burned to fuckin’ death,” he comments with a chuckle.

She gives him a little shrug. “It’s not burned , it’s just cooked.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing.” He takes a gulp of his wine. “Am I driving home?”

“I can drive if you want another glass of wine. You know this’ll be my only one.”

“Sounds good to me.” With another gulp, he practically empties his drink.

As they wait for their meal to arrive, the waitress comes back onto the patio carrying a very fancy looking dessert. She walks over to the older couple sitting at the table beside them and sets it down.

“Happy fortieth anniversary!” the young server calls out cheerfully.

“Oh, Harold!” the woman says to her husband. “Did you tell them to make my favorite?”

Negan and Chuck watch the scene as the long married beta couple enjoy their anniversary dessert, all the while looking lovingly at one another.

“That’s so cute,” Chuck leans in to whisper to Negan. “That’s gonna be us one day.”

“Shit, I’ll be pushing ninety in forty years.”

“How long have you two been married?” the woman from the other table asks them, bringing them both out of their conversation.

Chuck feels a little embarrassed that the couple must have heard her talking about them. “Oh, uh... We’re not married, yet,” she answers.

“I’m sorry,” the woman replies. “I just assumed, since I saw your mark.”

Negan jumps in to explain. He knows that people, especially old fashioned ones, can get judgey real quick when it comes to alphas and omegas. He’s just hoping to cut the conversation short if these two betas are assholes. “The claim came first. The wedding’s in a couple months.”

The man speaks up for the first time. “Our son just got married a few weeks ago. He and his mate decided to have the traditional mating ceremony.”

“It really was beautiful,” his wife comments.

“Your son is an alpha?” Chuck asks, knowing that it’s rare for beta parents to have anything but betas as children. She herself is one of the very rare exceptions.

“We adopted him when he was two,” the woman explains. “Had no idea he would present alpha.”

“Shit,” Negan says with a little chuckle. “I bet that was quite the surprise. Dealing with a newly presented alpha is hard as it is. Throw in that you’re not ready for it...” He lets out a low whistle.

“It was hard, but he’s grown up to be an amazing man,” the woman says, her voice full of pride. “Are you doing the traditional ceremony?”

“We’re just doing something simple at home,” Chuck answers. “We’ve been mated for months now, so... it’s just going to be a family get together, really.”

“That sounds nice,” the woman comments as she spies the waitress coming out with Chuck and Negan’s food. “Good luck. And enjoy your meal.”

“Thank you,” both Chuck and Negan reply.

The couple bids their farewells as Chuck and Negan accept their orders from the server.

“They were really nice,” Chuck says as she starts to dig into her meal. There’s so much food that she knows some of it’s going to be coming home with them. But she’s sure Negan won’t mind the leftovers.

Negan, of course, cleans his plate fairly quickly without much other conversation. Chuck doesn’t mind, though, because it’s obvious he’s enjoying it. And that is the whole reason she wanted to come here.

“That was fuckin’ delicious,” he finally voices his opinion after he wipes his mouth clean. “Thanks for finding this fuckin’ place.”

“You’re welcome. The food is really good. I’m getting full, though.”

Once Chuck finally decides to throw in the towel, the waitress comes back over with a doggy bag. “Anything else tonight?” she asks.

“Just the check,” Negan answers.

The waitress gives him a smile. “That table beside you already took care of it.”

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” Negan responds in his usual way.

The young waitress is taken aback a bit by his language, but answers nonetheless. “They told me to tell you to it was a wedding present.”

Chuck is flabbergasted. “Oh my god. That was so nice of them.”

The waitress just smiles back, saying, “Have a good rest of your night,” before leaving.

Negan scratches the back of his neck. “Shit. Now I really feel like an asshole for thinking that they’d be assholes.”

“You thought they’d be assholes?”

“When they first started talking to us, I thought they’d be like those fuckin’ bigot betas that think we should live like it’s the 1800s. Do everything the traditional way and keep out of beta society.”

“Do you get that a lot?” Chuck has had a few run ins with jerks since she’s presented, but she wouldn’t exactly call it a common occurrence.

He shrugs. “I guess not. Twenty years ago, I definitely did get shit all the time just for being an alpha. Got in my fair share of fistfights with betas with an alpha complex, thinking they could take me on. But I guess shit’s changed now. At least for the most part.”

“That’s a good thing. I’m kinda glad I’m getting to live in a better time for omegas.”

“You and me both.” His face turns from his serious expression to a smirk. “I guess you dodged spending your money,” Negan jokes.

“That means I technically didn’t get you a birthday present,” she comments while scrunching up her face in an apologetic way.

“I think I know how you can fuckin’ make it up to me. With some fucking.” Negan wiggles his eyebrows. “If you get what I’m sayin’.”

Chuck laughs. “You’re so great at subtlety.”

 Over the next few weeks, Negan and Chuck try to get ready for their wedding. Negan, of course, excuses himself from most of the planning, even if he tries to make a case that that’s not really what he’s doing.

“If we’re gonna be entertaining, our backyard needs some fuckin’ work,” he explains to Chuck one day. “I’m thinking... I could lay some bricks down and make a nice fuckin’ patio. Put a fire pit in.” He thinks a moment before his face lights up in excitement. “Oh fuck! I can put in a kickass grilling area. Then we can have bbqs and shit!”

“For the wedding,” Chuck comments dryly, bringing his focus back on what it should be on.

“Of course!” he says immediately. “The weather should be fuckin’ nice for the wedding. We can have a cookout for the guests instead of fuckin’ paying a caterer or whatever. We’re not gonna have that many people over anyway. I can grill burgers and shit easy.”

Chuck giggles at his reasoning. “We can do that. Though I have the sneaking suspicion that you just want to use our wedding budget so you can get a new grill.”

He just shrugs, not trying to fight her. “But it would be for the fuckin’ wedding. Technically.”

She laughs. “Okay. You can have your patio.”

“Fuck yes!”

As Negan spends his time doing that, Diane takes the reins on figuring out how they are going to decorate the back yard. Since they’re on a budget, she decides to make most of the decorations themselves. Crepe paper flowers, diy chair covers for the cheap folding chairs they have, goodwill candle holders, nothing too fancy. But Chuck thinks it’s all perfect. She doesn’t want her wedding to be about the ceremony; it’s about her and Negan along with their extended family.

One thing they don��t really have to worry about is who they’re going to get to officiate. Since it’s not really a religious ceremony, they don’t need to worry about getting a pastor or priest to marry them. And since they’re already mated in the eyes of the law, they don’t need any paperwork or anything. Their wedding is more like a celebration of their coming together, so Aaron says he will be the one to say a few words and lead the wedding.

Once it comes time to pick out the wedding dress, Diane takes Chuck to a small, secondhand dress shop in D.C. Chuck already knows that she wants something simple, not to mention, something that she won’t have to make payments on for several years.

“What about this one?” Diane says as she holds up a floor length monstrosity straight from the eighties, big puffy sleeves and all.

“Oh my god, Mom. That’s horrible.”

Diane laughs. “It’s not that bad.”

Chuck takes the garment from her and puts it back on the rack to punctuate her point. “It’s the worst.”

“Well, what are you looking for, then?” Diane asks as she continues to peruse the dresses.

“I don’t know. Maybe something with lace. I don’t really want that shiny material. It doesn’t even need to be like a wedding wedding dress. You know? Any white-ish dress could work.”

“Why don’t we just pick a bunch out and you can try them on. Maybe if you see them on you, we’ll find the one you want.”

With that suggestion, Chuck starts picking out any dress that even remotely catches her eye. Diane does, too. With their mountain of dresses, Chuck heads off to the dressing room to see if any of them stand out. Ten dresses in, Chuck still hasn’t found it.

“I liked that second one,” Diane comments once she sees the frustration on her daughter’s face.

“I don’t know,” Chuck says, dejected. “It was alright.” She happens to look off to her right to see one of the shop workers putting a dress back on a rack. She’s not sure why, but she can’t take her eyes off of the garment.

Diane follows her gaze and takes notice of the dress, too. “Want me to get that one?”

“Yeah. Might as well try it.”

Diane heads over to the rack and picks up the knee length dress. It’s white, though it’s covered with a light champagne lace that starts at the collar bones and makes up the 3/4 length sleeves as well as covering the skirt, which is built up with tulle. The dress underneath the lace has a very feminine sweetheart neckline and is cinched at the waist.

Once Chuck slips it on and takes a peek in the mirror, she instantly knows it’s the one. It may not be the traditional type of dress, but it’s perfect. She steps out of the dressing room with a big smile on her face to look to her mother. “Do you like this one?” she asks.

The older woman can’t help but tear up at the sight of her daughter. “You look so beautiful, sweetie. It’s perfect. I love it.”

“Really?” Chuck looks down as she smooths the skirt. “I think it’s the one.”

“I think it’s the one, too. Negan is going to love it.”

Luckily for Chuck, the dress is only about $200, but it’s still beautiful despite the price. It does need some alterations (that, luckily, can be done in the shop), which will add a little bit to the price tag, but Chuck is still very happy with it. As Chuck is in the back with the seamstress taking measurements, Diane sneakily goes to the counter and requests to pay for the dress. Even though Chuck was adamant about not having Diane pay for anything, her mother still wants to provide something for her only daughter. Once Chuck emerges from the back and tries to pay a little while later, she’s, of course, surprised that Diane had taken care of it. She decides not to fight her mother on it, though, since she looks so happy about it.

With the dress crossed off the list, the wedding planning is just about finished. And Negan’s hard work in the backyard has certainly paid off. With the help of Simon, Rick, and Carl on the weekends, Negan’s turned their rather plain backyard into the perfect place to entertain. His brand new grill sits on their covered porch with enough space to do his thing when he feels the need to cookout. The steps lead down to the patio/fire pit complete with seating enough for any fireside chats or storytelling they might want to do. There is, of course, an open area in the middle that will be where the actual wedding will take place, but Negan has still worked on it, making sure the ground is nice and even and the grass is lush and thick. Once Chuck sees the finished product, she’s filled with pride for Negan with how he’s transformed the area so beautifully.

It’s a few weeks before the wedding, but Negan knows Chuck’s heat will start pretty soon. That, paired with their upcoming honeymoon means that he needs to make sure he’s stocked up on protection. They’re not completely out yet, but he knows they’re going to be going through a lot of them pretty soon, especially with the fuckfest he’s planning once they’re in Hawaii. And that means Negan has to head down to the pharmacy.

As soon as Negan walks in, he sees the asshole pharmacist that refuses to fill his prescription for omega condoms on “religious grounds”. Which everyone knows is bullshit, but it’s, somehow, not illegal, even though it’s blatant discrimination. Instead of walking out right then and there, Negan waits in line on the off chance that the other pharmacist had refilled his prescription before the asshole one got there. Once he gets to the front of the line, the usual young woman cashier is at the counter.

“Should I even bother asking?” he says to her. He doesn’t hold any ill will towards the girl. She doesn’t have anything to do with the actual prescriptions. And it’s obvious that she feels bad about the hoops Negan has to jump through.

The cashier gives him a less than hopeful smile. “I can check.”

Negan waits patiently, knowing that the girl will most likely come back empty handed and he’ll have to come back tomorrow. Which is an annoying nuisance. But when she comes back with the bag in her hand, he’s pleasantly surprised.

“Here we go,” she says cheerfully, handing it to Negan.

“Was the other guy here today?” he asks as he gets his wallet out to pay.

“No. It’s been him,” she nods to the asshole pharmacist in the back, “all day.” She accepts Negan’s money and puts it in the register. “Maybe he’s changed his mind about... you know.” She points to the bag now in Negan’s hands. 

“I guess.” He turns to walk away, not much caring for the reason that douche bag decided to finally get with the times. “Have a good day, darling,” he throws over his shoulder to the cashier. He’s just glad he doesn’t have to do this all over again tomorrow. Not to mention the fact that his mind is already thinking about just what bedroom activities he’s going to get up to with Chuck. 

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Do Sim Evil Better.

I’d been knockin’ this idea around for a long time, and after collecting (or making, in the case of the CAS background) all the right cc, I decided to do something fun and unrelated to my stories and make the most handsome, most ingenious, and most evil man to ever exist in a narrative, Corin Deeth III (who actually named the Corin in my current storyline - Corin with two “r”. #bigFan).

Reader, you may or may not be familiar with the story of Kakos Industries and if you aren’t you truly are missing out. It is the best podcast I’ve listened to since The NoSleep Podcast, and to be honest...I think it actually one-ups my beloved NoSleep. It is a very fun and witty podcast with some great humor, greater hijinks, and can I just mention how alluring Corin’s voice is? Just sayin’. The storyline is awesome, too...so many great characters. I want to make Jr. and Malantha next~ I’ll leave some links at the bottom of the post for those who may be interested. Anyway, without further ado, let’s meet the man of the hour, shall we?

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Well hello, Corin~.... Now, I may have missed the mark, but I always envisioned Corin having short, trendy hair that still embodied professionalism and and air of slight douchery. I have seen a lot of fanart where Corin has long hair and perhaps that is canonically true. If so, I apologize Corin, please do not send me a pair of exploding sneakers. I may have missed his eye color too, but I went with a very piercing blue-green because that’s just my personal taste and light eyes with dark hair is so badass.

Corin’s traits came pretty natural - evil, confident, and I picked hot-headed because it would best help his in-game aspiration (Criminal Mastermind) moreso than him being hot-headed in the canon. He is actually always as cool as a cucumber. I admire that.

And a little in-game blurb for him because why not? Am a ridiculously enamored fangirl? Maybe. (I spelled his name wrong up top, but I fixed it AFTER I took that and the next cap - whoops)

And just for fun, this personality notice about Corin popped up when I went in to do his photoshoot. I just love it and the look on Corin’s face at the time - Ah, the taste of accuracy.

Now, on to the main event. I’ve always wondered what Corin’s sense of fashion was like, and now having listened to 99% of the podcast (it was so fun to catch up, I’m pretty much stalling on finishing what’s out now because waiting for the next is gonna hurt so bad) I’ve gotten too curious and decided to raid his wardrobe. What’s in there, I wonder??? Let’s find out.

Everyday Wear

Oh of COURSE Corin looks dark and dapper in a suit for everyday. Look at that little splash of color! I bet you used the blood of insubordinate employees to make that tie custom, didn’t you? Magnificent. What else do you slip into on the daily? Maybe when you’re home relaxi-

Oh. Um. Well...You do wear a cowboy hat very well, Corin! I mean...they match the boots and everything! I...I’m sure there are a lot of experimental abominations to wrangle around the office so why not dress the part? Not gonna lie, that shirt looks breezy and comfortable as hell. Maybe take a trip to the mountains with King Leopold sometime? (I...I know what happened in the story, and I refuse to let it go. #OTP.)

Formal Wear

Ah. The natural snazz comes out around the time of the Shareholder’s Ball and the CEO Festival, doesn’t it? You didn’t strike me as the bowtie type of evil CEO but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t look amazing on you. I see you’ve forgone your gloves for formal wear. Hard to eat the deviled eggs and tiny cheeses in those, non?

...This must be the suit you wear to the CEO Festival. That’s really the only explanation as to why it always turns out to be...what it usually becomes. I am going to assume that this suit belonged to Mr. Corin Deeth I and you wear it in his honor. I sure he is looking down on you, pleased but also wondering why you haven’t indulged in what is (still) in the right-side inner pocket.

Athletic Wear

You cannot be a successful CEO of an evil megacorp if you let yourself go. Hence why you slip into nothing but basketball shorts for a long, strenuous...sweaty...satisfying...workout. Between culling unnecessary employees and flawlessly delivering the shareholder announcements, you’re deadlifting 400lbs and making 1st in marathons, aren’t you? Of course you are.

And then there’s jazzercise. Cardio IS important and I mean...just running can be a bit tedious, yeah? You’re so well-rounded, Corin, golly. Honestly, I’m not at all mad at your fashion choice for this one. You don’t have to hide it, we are all friends here. The 80′s were a great time and I am happy you’re keeping the impeccable athletics fashion alive.

Sleepwear

Even mega evil mega CEOs need rest from time to time and nothing beats resting out topless and in trackpants. I see you are wearing ADIDAS, the most evil of brands. Not much else I can say. I am too busy admiring what jazzercise has done for you.

Uh oh. It must be one of those days. Malantha has flustered you again, Dirk is texting for more life advice, and Jr. is sending way too many...um...”special photos” to prove his is thinking hard on how to best contribute to the company. Good thing Brosephus is totally awake at 2am and ready to video chat about all of this. It’s SOOOO LAAAAAAME, right?!

Party Wear

Rollin’ up to the New Year’s Festival feels good, especially when you look this mighty fine. Nothing like finally getting past Yule and Anti-Celebrating by finally cutting loose again and making those ultra evil resolutions. Again with the gloves, I see. Well, I guess better safe than sorry. There’s no tell who’ll feel your wrath after four Blue Motorcycles.

Hm. This is quite the uh...departure, Corin. I mean, nothing ever looks bad on you but where on Earth would you even wear this to? Where would it even work??? ...Oh, right! The Festival of Adorableness! Awkward or not, you’ve made it work. I’m willing to bet the Division of Subversive Cute helped out with this ensemble. Kudos to them! I’m sure burning it afterwards was incredibly satisfying for you.

Swimwear

Why are you looking so bedeviled, Corin? How, when you look that prepared for a pool party, can you possibly be in such a foul mood? Oh...oh wait. Malantha has hidden your sunblock, hasn’t she? Goshdarnit! How can you possibly be evil without being as pale as your skin tone will allow?! That Malantha...she truly is evil, isn’t she?

Welp. I guess if you’re going to get a tan, might as well hit every spot you can. Suck on that, Malantha! (....) Also, breaking out the zebra print speedo wasn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had, and I both applaud, and ready my binoculars for, you choice of white swimwear. No booty shot? Ugh. Fair enough...gotta leave something to the imagination, I guess. #disappointmentOverdose

Warm Weather Wear

This is the look of a man about to take off on his mega evil yacht and never look back. That shirt, unbuttoned down to where it is suggestive but not desperate, those shorts, defining the thighs while still looking professional, those boat shoes that scream class and bless you for not wearing socks with them. There is a thin line between evil and insane and you ride it perfectly.

Apparently, even evil knows it wouldn’t be summer without an obnoxiously bright Hawaiian shirt. Ain’t even mad. Oooh, and white pinstripe pants....why yes, dear, they do make you look taller and thinner! I can almost hear you now, as you swagger out the front doors, “I’m off to the Maldives, screw y’all! Also, if a single brick is out of place when I get back, I’ll kill you.” You tell ‘em, Corin.

Cold Weather Wear

Brrrrrr. Generally, evil is always cold, dark, and hateful but sometimes even the weather puts up a good fight. Stylish as ever, you have broken out a very elegant scarf and jacket, expertly layered as to properly insulate all of the darkness within. No hat, though? Of course not. Evil does not get that chilly.

Corin: “What you mean I didn’t win the Ugly Sweater Contest?!”

RUN.

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And that concludes are journey through Corin’s wardrobe! This really was a lot of fun to do, and I’d be ever so pleased if the fine people who bring the @kakosindustries universe alive enjoy it too! I’ve also redecorated Corin’s in-game home (the Alto Apartment’s unit that was formally Lobo’s #sorrynotsorry) and I would like to share that one day too, if I get around to doing the photo tour. I will share some links below to a few relevant sites for anyone whose interested in Corin and the Kakos Industries story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Cheers!

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WCIF: Kakos Industries

Kakos Industries Home - where it’s all laid out

Kakos Industries on Tumblr - contains information about episode releases, fan-created content, and other candid goodies

Kakos Industries on TVTropes - [SPOILERS] a nice place to gather info about the series and related tropes therein

And of course you can find Kakos Industries on Facebook, Twitter, and any podcast service worth it’s salt.

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2018 GMC Sierra Denali 1500 First Drive – Trucking Around Out West

TTAC recently spent some time out in rural Utah, where GMC was keen to show off the 2018 Sierra Denali’s capabilities in both towing and everyday driving. Does the soon-to-be-replaced luxury pickup have what it takes to get the job done? That depends on the options boxes, and which ones have been checked. (Full disclosure: GMC flew me to St. George, Utah and paid for hotel accommodation and meals. They also provided ATVs for riding in the sand dunes, and paid for entry into Zion National Park. I was also offered a Nike GMC baseball cap which I didn’t take, and some off-roading goggles which I did.) Ace of Base Perhaps surprisingly, GMC’s lineup of Denali testers were not all loaded to the max. In fact, only two of the six test vehicles had the big 6.2-liter V8 in them, while the rest made do with the base 5.3-liter engine. I know how the BB just hates when testing is of the high-zoot nature, so it was just fine when I was assigned the 5.3-equipped White Frost Tricoat Denali. No huge wheels, no Ultimate Package, no rear entertainment, no automatic step. Matthew Guy would be most pleased. The four-wheel drive tester’s only options were the metallic white paint ($995), sunroof ($995), and the trailer controller ($275). The destination charge of $1,295 brought this vehicle’s total price to $59,560. Let’s get going. Towing

GMC says 70 percent of Sierra 1500 owners tow with their truck, and 40 percent of them do it more than once a month. The automaker loaded up two Polaris RZR side-by-sides on the back of each truck, explained how to tow things without crashing, and sent us on our way to the Coral Pink Sand Dunes State Park.

On the road with between 5,000 and 6,000 pounds on the back, all testers were well within the Denali’s 9,100-pound tow rating. Though the trailer controller option was present, our trailer did not have brakes. Slowing for stops in a controlled and constant way wasn’t a problem, but having that sort of length behind the truck takes some getting used to (first-time tower, here). The 5.3-liter engine has been in the GMTs for generations now, and in present state has 355 horsepower and 383 lb-ft of torque, sent to an eight-speed automatic. For lower speeds around town, the additional weight behind didn’t pose a problem. But on any incline or highway situation, I found myself wishing for more power. A foot hard down was required on an entrance ramp with a moderate incline. In that moment, the thought of having the 6.2 in front of me was most appealing. Once up to speed, the rig felt stable and confident between the painted lines, even if the driver wasn’t. Lane keep assist will nudge the wheel in the correct direction if you go astray, but it’s not too invasive and can be switched off via a switch on the dash.

We made it to the dunes without incident, but I can’t see any serious towing owner selecting the 5.3 for regular hauling. Spend the ~$2,000 for the 6.2 and enjoy your Towing Stuff Lifestyle and a higher resale value down the road. Looking Around

The blocky, masculine looks of the Sierra Denali is a familiar sight on roads by now, and that hasn’t changed for the 2018 model year. New paint colors (silver and red) coat the squared-off fenders and straight lines. The pearled white paint made for a clean look (it’s the most expensive paint color), and is a shade GM has done well with across brands. Paint finish seemed good, with little to no visible orange peel.

HiD lamps light the way up front, and Altezza-style LED lights accompany the rear. Dropping the dampened tailgate to the short box reveals the standard spray-in bed liner. Our tester had polished 20-inch wheels, since those are the ones that don’t cost extra. The door handles feel solid, and pull with a reassuring action. Shutting the door from either side of it produces a nice, low thud. And now we’re indoors. Inside

The tester was equipped with the black leather interior option, though light brown “cocoa” leather is also available at no extra charge (would’ve been nice). Analog speedo and rev counters flank the instrument cluster’s center screen to display all the necessary information, which gets slightly reconfigured in tow mode to include a transmission temp gauge. I never wanted for more information in the Denali. On the tech front, navigation is standard and so are Android Auto and Apple CarPlay. There are also outlets of USB and regular variety, as well as wireless charging in the center console.

Buttons are where you’d expect, apart from the pedal adjustment in the center stack. It used to be on the door with the seat memory controls, which seems a more appropriate place. Everything you need is within reach and labeled in an understandable way. I found the seats comfortable and supportive, and both driver and passenger have many adjustments. Heat and ventilation arrive under your backside, though I wished for stronger ventilation. It wasn’t that hot, and not that sunny, and still the seat just felt room temperature — never cool.

Materials in the cabin are varied and don’t all seem cut to the same standard. The leather on the seats is soft and perforated, and the thickly padded dash has a stitched leather appearance. But the graphite-color trim around the vents is hard plastic, and the soft touch door panels at the front don’t extend to the rear — hard plastic back there.

Though my elbow rested on a nicely padded rest in the door, when my hand grabbed for the interior handle it found two roughly cut pieces of plastic, a seam against the back of my fingers. Some similar roughness was on the edge of the door and cargo pocket areas. There is wood trim along the console, but it’s quite artificial, and a bit too glossy. I expect real wood in this class, or at least some faux-matte open pore look stuff. Time to retreat to the back seats.

Leg room back there is much better than older GMT generations, and I had several knee inches to spare with my 6 foot and 32″ inseam measurements. The rear seats are a bit too flat, too upright, and do not recline at all. Thigh support is on the short side, and after a couple of hours back there it got a bit uncomfortable. And hot, because there are no rear air vents. I sat and stared at the blank rear of the center console, where there were no vents, temperature controls, or heated seat buttons — all things I expected on a $60,000 truck. I did use the fold-out center armrest, which was located a bit too high. It also had two cup holders in it, which meant there was little padded room for any limbs to rest. Not Towing

Before sitting in the back, I spent a few hours driving up front, and this time there wasn’t a trailer. The 5.3-liter that’s been at GM for so long has been refined and honed over the generations, and its present NVH is laudable. Idling, it’s a whisper, and nothing is felt through the cabin. Once let loose from its trailer duties, the 5.3 Denali behaved in a much more appealing way. Acceleration was just fine if you pressed the pedal a bit, accompanied by a quiet engine grumble. Shifts from the 8AT were smooth, though I did notice a tendency to upshift a bit sooner than I’d prefer in highway circumstances, especially at slight grades. Unless the paddles are used (they’re there), it forces a stab of the throttle to initiate a kick-down of a couple of gears.

All Sierra Denalis come with GM’s Magnetic Ride Control suspension as standard, and it works. The ride felt controlled through twisty and sometimes narrow roads within Zion National Park, and the truck didn’t bound or ride harshly over the occasional cattle grates. Some of this should be credited to the taller sidewall present on the 20-inch wheels, as those chrome 22-inchers are going to punish when the going gets rough. At speed, wind and tire noise was minimal. Anyone who’s been in a truck of even 10 years ago would notice a marked difference in the amount of isolation here. Steering on the leather-stitched wheel was fairly light, and it was easy to place the truck where desired. As expected in this class, feedback from the wheel is suitably minimal.

Another unobtrusive feature was the cylinder deactivation. Under light loads and on flat grades, the 5.3 will switch off half the engine block and run as a V4. The only way this was perceptible was when the green “V4” logo came up on the dash. In fact, the engine had been running in 4-mode for probably two minutes before I noticed — completely seamless. And the deactivation needed to be there, because the trip computer reported that after 155 miles of mixed and fairly gentle driving (at an average speed of 37 miles per hour) fuel economy stood at 15 mpg. That’s at the low end of the EPA estimate of 15 city, 20 highway, and 17 combined. Overall, there’s a case to be made for this Ace of Base Sierra Denali. Said case makes sense for someone who doesn’t tow regularly, likes the present Denali styling and standard features, and doesn’t see the need for the 6.2-liter engine or the whiz-bang features of the $6,775 Ultimate Package. It’s a comfort and luxury truck for the seldom-towed path.

Bonus picture of these bighorn sheep, six of which walked right up behind me as I was taking pictures of the Sierra. Read the full article