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[haydenssweetheart]

hayden christensen x actress!reader

warnings: jealous hayden, posessive themes, heavy kissing. fluff. bits of angst. this is slightly written like a wattpad fanfic. read this back and got ptsd to my old hunger games works from like 2016. so keep that in mind

you were so thrilled to be filming a movie you thought had good potential. the directors were good, the budget was high, and your costars were just as amazing. hayden christensen being one of them. you could lie and say he wasn't someone you spent a good bit of time looking at every day, but that would be bullshit.

the premise of the movie had you in some love triangle- one you were on the fence about because of how it really portrayed your character, but in the end, you liked the concept enough to agree. they had you shooting a scene with the other male actor today, a more intimate scene. your chemistry with him was acceptable, you would think. he was a good actor, but you didn't find much time to talk to him offset.

on the other hand, you did have time to talk to hayden. or, you made time. you're sure he noticed, but he didn't point it out if he did. you wouldn't linger for too long, sometimes he would recieve a call and pick it up, telling you he's 'sorry' and 'hold on one moment', and answer with,

"hey sweetheart!"

to which you weren't really in the mood to listen to him talk to his girlfriend, so you would wave your hand and leave.

as you make your way on set, your partner today greets you.

"hey! looking forward to today?"

you shrug with a smile. "shouldn't be too bad, right? just act like i'm the best woman you've ever met." you tease.

it earns a grin out of him. "no problem. shouldn't be too hard."

you almost make a face in confusion, but brush it off. could be an attempt at a nice compliment, so you keep walking. you notice hayden is standing off to the side on set, which is strange, since he's not in any scene today. you veer away to stroll up to him, his posture rigid and his lips twisted into a tight expression.

"hayden! what are you doing here? you don't film today?"

"ah." he clears his throat. "they wanted me to get a grasp on the scene before i shoot tomorrow. to get an understanding on what i'm going into."

you nod. "well, let me know if i need to fix anything!" you toss out playfully, but he doesn't seem to reciprocate the same energy. you bite your lip and turn, confused by his cold demeanor towards you. considering it could be anything else, maybe it's not you, you try and brush it off.

the scene starts in a position you've only ever been in with a boyfriend, your costar hovering over you, his head dipped down touching your forehead, lips almost touching yours. it's awkward for sure, knowing how many people are watching the scene play out.

they hadn't called yet, and the position was getting uncomfortable. at least for you.

"gosh take me on a date first." you whisper.

"i would." he shrugs.

your eyes go wide. "oh, no-"

the director calls action and his lips hit yours. it's uncomfortable now, knowing his admission, but you play into the scene.

again. and again. you're bored.

and you notice hayden has disappeared. you wonder how long he's been gone. maybe he understood the scene and they let him go. or he had to call his girlfriend. you inwardly sigh just as you have to run the scene for the millionth time. your lips are getting puffy, you're starting to feel that even your costar is bored of this- despite him being very much more into it for the first 20 times than you were.

finally. finally- your director calls it a day and tells you to head out. all you'd really been doing is kissing, but you're tired and want to go to sleep. slightly weirded out at that, even though never bringing it up again would be the best option. so you walk a little faster and grab your things to make sure you don't end up walking out at the same time, heading to your trailer. you pause seeing haydens, his light still on. it couldn't hurt to ask what he thought. after all, he films with you tomorrow. which, you were definitely more excited for.

your fist raps against the metal door, echoing in the night air. you hear some shuffling, before he opens the door. you have to stop yourself from gaping at the sight of him. his blonde curls are a little messy- as if he's been laying in bed. shirtless. and in pajama pants. you feel your cheeks tinge pink.

"hey." he says, his voice still somewhat devoid of emotion.

"hey!" you try and make up for it, feeling your energy drop a little, still confused. "um, i was just wondering what you thought about the scene today. since we shoot together tomorrow." his face doesn't change, so you inhale, trying to find more words to fill the space. "welcome to any feedback!"

"seemed a little intense."

you purse your lips. "oh, i mean, i don't know. i didn't really think it was that good."

"he seemed to."

you cock your head in confusion. "i mean yeah, i guess. he was defintely into it." a small laugh. "i guess that's all you can ask for as a director, right?"

"right," he mutters. "well if you don't mind, i'm gonna get some sleep."

"yeah! yeah. no of course. sorry." you stammer. "i'll see you tomorrow." he closes the door and you walk away. you can't understand why he's being cold, icing you out all of the sudden. you didn't want to go as far to say you liked hayden, since you always had to avoid the topic of him having a girlfriend and such. but if it really came down to it... a tear slipped from your eye, causing you to bat at it roughly. you would not cry over this.

the following morning you dreaded going to shoot, knowing the way hayden was the day before. you almost were dragging yourself to set, thinking of every possible way to handle him probably not wanting to kiss you.

his stare devoured you when you arrived. there wasn't a readable emotion to it, but it wasn't leaving you. you cast your eyes away, feeling uncomfortable based on the past few interactions.

hair and makeup took longer today, which felt even worse leaving you in your thoughts. you could scream.

you met him a few hours later, on the set of a scene outside of an alley. you didn't say anything as you met his eyes. emotions were fighting in your mind, between hurt and attraction, and you didn't know what to choose.

he took a step towards you as the director and camera crew took places. he leans into your ear, lips brushing your lobe.

"i'm going to make sure you're kissed the way you should be."

you don't have time to register his words before the scene starts and hayden has a hand on your hip and the other pressed against the fake wall behind you. his lips are moving against yours, almost like a caress. your body feels warm- you can tell he wants more but it would break the line for what you're shooting. his grip is tight on your hip, as if he's controlling himself that way.

you don't think you can do multiple scenes of this without needing him to take you somewhere more private. you're buzzing, barely keeping yourself upright. the director stops the scene, which you barely hear. through a haze he tells you it was perfect, best first shot he's got in a while. he needs hayden for a few more scenes, but you can go.

you mindlessly make your way to your trailer, in a daze. maybe it was just for the camera. after all, your kiss yesterday didn't mean anything. maybe it just meant something to you because you like him. you sat on your couch, staring into nothing, replaying the brief sentence he muttered into your ear. surely, you misheard him. though, you're not sure what else that could've translated to.

you don't know how long you sit there staring at the wall for. the thought of a drink warps your mind, making you stand. the bitter taste of alcohol wouldn't be so bad right now. making your way out the trailer, you open the door and jump at the sight at of hayden with his fist raised, ready to knock, you assumed.

"hey. sorry."

"no problem." you say, heart still beating rapidly from the surprise.

"didn't mean to catch you on your way out."

his voice drops again, as if he's about to turn away.

"no, no. come in. i, um, was just going to go for a drink."

a narrow of his eyes, but he bites back whatever he was about to say and steps into your trailer. he's much taller than you. you never fully notice until you're around him, but he seems to tower over you right now. you cock your head back to look at him, nerves bubbling in your body. it all seems odd to you. hayden's behavior, it's never been so distant and strange. he's never been anything other than relaxed and agreeable, especially with you. as you look at him, you're trying to rack your brain of something you could've done to upset him, but come up empty.

"sorry if the kiss was too much today-" you begin, because maybe it's his girlfriend and you overstepped.

"too much?"

"yeah, i uh, didn't mean for it to be like that."

"but you meant for yesterdays to be that way."

"what? no. that's not what i'm saying. i just didn't-"

he cuts you off again. "what's going on between you two?"

"what?" you ask again. your mind is racing, nothing seems to make sense. was your costar telling people things about you? you make a face at the thought, furrowing your eyebrows.

hayden runs a hand across his face. "just answer."

"no, i don't know why you're even putting that out there." you throw your arms up in exasperation. being interrogated like this was testing you, especially when you were already being thrown around with haydens behavior. "if anything, sure maybe he likes me but i think his hair is too greasy." you shrug at the thought.

"so why is the kiss too much?" his eyes are locked into yours, dark, a look you haven't seen before. it makes you shiver.

"your girlfriend?"

"what girlfriend?"

"the one you're always taking calls for." you make a 'duh' gesture.

he rolls his eyes. "my daughter."

you blush. "oh. well, um, you're a good dad!" you squeak out.

he steps towards you, tilting your chin up towards him. "i don't like seeing you kiss other people. i was lucky enough to learn that yesterday," he leans down, his lips hovering over yours. "we're going to make sure i'm the only one who gets to do that, yeah?"

your heart is in your throat. jealousy. he was jealous.

"yes." your voice barely audible. his lips crash onto yours. he pushes you closer towards him, against his body. your hands are tangled in his hair, as being this close almost doesn't feel enough, you don't want to ever stop.

except you do pull away and cross your arms. "can you not be mean to me next time you're jealous of a man i don't even like."

he takes a seat on your couch, leaving you standing with your face scrunched in front of him. "that is my fault. thought i'd lost my chance and i wanted to distance myself. now come here."

you sit on his lap, his hands resting on your hips. "i don't like that excuse." you huff.

"how 'bout i make it up to you?"

you bite back a smile. "try you may."

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[erosmutt]

Ok listen, hayden who’s an OF creator and you’re his number one fan. He invites you over and do the deed with him, but it’s reader’s first time. He’s a bit rough and mean but reader is enjoying it, he’s shoving the camera in your face, calling you names, etc.

-🐖

EEEE OMG OMG this ask has me giggling as I walk down the street. #needthat. by the way, did the bot work? :]

"your place is huge." you say with wonder as you look around his unnecessarily enormous home. despite the size, it's not bleak like most millionaires' places, it's cozy and warm. and the bedroom, it's even better.

"uh yeah, I get that a lot." Hayden chuckles as he leads you up the stairs. "so this your first time doing something like this?" you nod, gently picking at the skin on your lips as you both step into the bedroom. "relax, I know it's probably scary, but there's nothing to freak out about." he plops down onto the bed and pats the space next to him, where you sit. "mm... you're seasoned, though. I'm not." you murmur.

Hayden sighs and gently pinches your cheek. "I said relax. you aren't gonna be able to do this if you're freakin' out." he leans down and kisses your nose. "Can I?" you nod, and he presses a soft kiss to your lips, smiling against them. "let's get the camera rolling, yeah?"

Hayden has you spread eagle on the bed, camera right by your face, capturing every expression you make in 4K. "That's it, just like that." He grunts, hips smacking against your ass. "Hayden," you drawl, cheeks tear stained and rosy. "Don' look away,"

his hand wraps around your neck, applying light pressure, making your face turn red. "atta girl, takin' it good," he grins. "Look at the camera baby," he turns your head. "Good girl, such a pretty girl," he smacks your face a bit harshly, making you whimper. "Ow," He slaps you again and grips your face, forcing you to stare into the lens. "I said look, bitch."

[erosmutt]

hi pookie 🫦 I don't know if you're currently taking requests, so feel free to ignore this if you're not

but I'm ovulating and I trust you to answer this better than anyone else 😌

do you think Hayden eats 🐱 or is he one of those guys that maybe only does it as an obligation or doesn't do it at all?

and while we're here, can you do a drabble of sorts of him giving and receiving and what that would look like 🫶🏼

oh god this is such a good ask. i'm glad you trust me anon! i most definitely will give you what you ask for!

⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.02.19

Hayden eats pussy not to pleasure his partner, but to pleasure himself. He absolutely adores just lazily eating your pussy. He'll lay between your legs, rubbing your thighs as he devours your cunt, moaning at the taste of you. He doesn't care - in the morning after you've just woken up, at night before you go to sleep, after the two of you come back from a walk, while you're on your period, it doesn't matter. Sometimes, he'll even have you sit on his face.

Muffled moans and sloppy squelching echo through the room, joining the sound of the TV in the bedroom. One of your hands is tangled in his curls, the other gripping the sheets as you writhe beneath him. Hayden moans against your cunt, his strong arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you against him as he kneels on the carpet at the foot of the bed.

"Mmhph," he moans against you, pulling away for air. You look down and gasp at the sight of his lower face covered in your essence and his saliva, the mixture glistening in his scruff as it catches the light. "Hayden," you begin in a murmur. "wipe your face." He looks up at you with a mock pout. "Why?" He asks, licking his lips before going right back to it, one hand letting go of your thigh to reach down and palm himself.

Hayden groans as you give his hair a tug, and the vibrations against your clit makes you whine and buck your hips up. "Shit, Hay," you gasp, grinding your cunt up against his face. He smiles against you, tongue lapping at your wet hole before teasing and pushing in as far as it'll go. He pulls you closer, if possible, and buries his face in your pussy, moving his head back and forth as he tongue-fucks your cunt, nose brushing against your clit.

He pulls back with a gasp, fumbling with the drawstring on his sweatpants before standing up, his cock bouncing free as he tugs them down. "C'mere baby, on your knees," he says hurriedly. You shift off the bed, slinking to your knees before opening your mouth expectantly. He spits down onto his hand and rubs it onto his cock before pressing his tip against your tongue. He leans down a bit, caressing your face gently. "Taste yourself," he murmurs before spitting down onto your tongue, making you giggle and shut your eyes.

You open your mouth again, eagerly taking his dick in your mouth, a hand coming up and wrapping around the rest of his shaft that you can't fit in your mouth. Hayden tangles his hands in your hair, guiding you, but not too roughly. "Don't go too fast," he rasps. "slow it down, go at your own pace." So sweet, still thinking about your comfort over his. "Shit," he whispers, working his hips into your mouth. "just like that."

[anisangeldust]

DILF Hayden who is obsessed with his very much over due pregnant wife so he fucks her over and over again until her water breaks? No? Just me? Okay.

This sounds yum yum but also it’s very important to me that the class knows this is not how pregnancy or labor works.

Your whole body ached as you sank down on your husbands cock, eyes closing as your back melted against his chest. “There we go, gentle.. so good my love..” DILF!Hayden Christensen breathed into your ear while his big hands came around and rested reverently on your pregnant belly.

You were due three days ago and still had no signs baby wanted to budge at all, after a call with your doctor the previous night where she let slip that intense orgasms can help soften the cervix enough to kickstart contractions and induce labor, Hayden’s been glued to your pussy.

With the knowledge that he could, even a little but, alleviate the stress of overdue pregnancy, your husbands worshipful attitude towards your pregnant body increased tenfold. You woke up this morning with his head resting on your stomach and kissing the giant swell, occasionally murmuring to the baby in his gravely morning drawl. He insisted on making you tea and breakfast, then he sat at the foot of the bed for almost an hour rubbing your feet and ankles while you called your midwife.

Safe to say he’d amassed a generous amount of good husband points for today.

Your pregnant body was always an object of his obsession, you were growing a life, his baby— and for that he’d forever be indebted to you. Even when you slightly freaked out over your mostly unplanned baby - though you both knew how many creampies you were getting - the idea of making Hayden a father all over again was exhilarating.

He’d always been so unexpectedly obsessed with you anyway. The age gap between you two was objectively controversial, so when you got together he didn’t feel good enough for you. You were - in his mind - the epitome of perfection. To have you tangled in his arms, your moans blanketing his house, your body trusted to him.. he didn’t deserve you. But goddamnit he’d dedicate his life to you to prove himself.

Bouncing gently and slowly on his hard cock, your husband holds up your belly with one hand, the other coming to play with your swollen and sensitive clit. You couldn’t remember how many times you’ve cum, your head so far gone from your body. The first time was after you got off the phone. Determined to induce your labor, Hayden demanded- no, pleaded you sit on his face, even when you refused. “Hayd I’ll crush you!” You shake your head and he chuckled while getting comfy on the bed. “Hopefully” he gestured you over.

Since then he’s spooned you, held you up against the wall, and even just lazily fingered you, each time murmuring assurances into your skull. “You’re so beautiful, you’re my queen, my goddess. I owe you everything. You’re so good, my love..”. Each time you’ve come harder than the last, beads of sweat trickling down your hairline as he kisses your temple.

Even now, as he holds you against him, your back flush to his chest, head suddenly much too heavy for the flimsy support of your neck, he was still continually worshiping your body. “That’s it.. nice and slow, thats my girl..” he grunts lovingly into your ear as if you can hear him; as if your mind is still anchored to your conscious.

As he helped you move up and down on his cock, he was aware of every sound and movement reverberating through your body, how his heavy balls slapped against you when he bottomed out, the airy moans and grateful sighs when he’d move baby with his hands to reduce pressure, Hayden was taking in all of it. He also knew your body well enough to be aware of the shaking of your legs and clenching on his length— you were close.

“Haydie I can’t.. I..” you gasp and squirm in his hold, tears of pleasure spotting at your waterline as you feel your impending orgasm coil tight in your abdomen.

Hayden’s fingers don’t let up, still moving you up and down, his fingers doing figure eights on your puffy nub. “You can my love.. you can. I feel it, you’re gonna give me another one okay? You can do that yeah?” He kisses your jaw and brings your ear lobe between his teeth. You nod breathlessly and he chuckles “good girl.. I know. It’s so much. You’re doing so good lovebug.” He groans “come for me babygirl.. I’m not far behind ya”

At his words, you reach behind yourself and grip his shoulder as your orgasm rips through you. You grow mushy in his hands, ears ringing and vision blurring as you flop bonelessly into the arms of the man you love most.

When you finally find your mind and body again, you’re facing forward and are tucked into Hayden’s chest as he rocks you gently. When he sees your eyes flutter open he cracks a smile “there she is..” he kisses your head.

Your voice is coarse and raspy. “Did you.?” You look down to see he had already cleaned you and himself off. “Shh baby. Yes I came, don’t worry about me. You did so so good for me. I love you Y’know, more than anything, and I’ll love your little one even more..” he strokes your belly.

“Love you too Haydie.. and our little one. Any day now..” you mumble and drift off in his arms, tried from the amount of cumming you’d done in the last 12 hours.

Hayden nods and lays down “any day now..” he agrees as you both sleep soundly, surrounded by each other.

Sound sleep at least until you’re woken up by painful and powerful contractions that shoot you awake at a crisp 4am.

[addietheehottie]

𑣲⋆Hayden Christensen Fanfiction Links𑣲⋆ (Smut) I enjoyed these, includes blurbs and drabbles

݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆BY: @anisangeldust

DILF Hayden DILF Hayden and Pregnant Wife Hayden gives you head

݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆BY: @bettyvick

Go Go Dancer Hateful Neighbors

݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆BY: @cherrylacuna

Dream Tape Number 66 and 69 Handyman Next Door

݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆BY: @erosmutt

Simply Delicious Pussy Eating Porn Star Hayden

݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆BY: @figgisrotten

Mornings with Hayden

݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆BY: @hanasnx

Fantasize Making Hayden Feel Young

݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆BY: @iheartbeingbasic

The Office Movie Star His Favorite Student

݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆BY: @rottengrove

Desperate longing

He is clitorally so fine Anywho I couldn't find that many fluff fics so I'll try to look some more!!!!

[haydenssweetheart]

finally gettin to this blurb bc i’m sick n i want some fluff on my feed- no tags just cause it’s short! won’t bother y’all for this one

thinkin abt taking HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN to your yoga class <3

you go everyday & you told him you wanna take him since you have a guest pass with your membership. he shrugged cause why not? and you’re beyond thrilled to be able to show off a little in class while also knowing you’re gonna see him look like a lost puppy trying to figure out some of the positions.

& he’s absolutely not great at it, but watches you instead of the teacher to try and understand what to do. because he’s enthralled by how you do all of this! side angle into…

“what’s that??” he leans over as you wrap your arm under your bent leg, connecting your hands to balance and come to standing position. with your eyes still fixated,

“bird of paradise.” you whisper back.

& he watches you do all of it, sometimes missing cues. but that’s okay. he’s here for you. he likes seeing what makes you happy and how well you do it. he wouldn’t mind coming more if it meant watching you do this, seeing you happy afterwards, giving him a sweaty kiss for “doing so well!”

and he likes the lavender towels after too.

divider by @/dividers-are-us

[hero1n3]

Sub!Stephen x dom! Fem reader

Warnings: Sub Stephen, Dom fem reader, younger stephen (mid 20s), older reader (mid 30s), pegging, strap, cussing, degradation, hair pulling, smacking, stephen gagging, crybaby stephen, whiny stephen

Summary: you get paired up with the nerd of the office for a project

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Today your boss decided to pair you up with the office weirdo, Stephen. You look at the guy, tall, slightly lanky, dirty blonde curls styled to the side, big blue eyes behind his glasses and the dorkiest smile. You sigh, this is going to blow in your face. You grab the folder and head to your office as Stephen follows behind. "Well lucky me, I get to be partnered with you Y/n" He says with the biggest smile on his face. You look at him, dreading this conversation. Oh why did he have to be with you? He's the known chatterbox of the office, the one who cries at every little thing, it gets annoying. Though he is the youngest at the office, so you cut him some slack at times.

You turn to look at him, "Look, Stephen, this is a major project, and I'm not letting no little boy ruin this for me, understood?" You hand him the folder, cold and detached. His smile quickly fades away. He grabs the folder, now a pout forming and his face turns bright red. Oh boy, here he goes.

His eyes start watering and tears stream down and he starts sniffling. You look at him with the most "what the fuck look" and it only causes him to cry more. "Why are you being so mean to me! I did nothing bad to you! Y-you, you're hurting m-my feelings!" He chokes out words. You hand him a tissue, "Crying doesn't solve everything Stephen, act your damn age for fucking once" you tell him in an authoritative tone. That shuts him up rather quickly than you expected.

"Y-yes ma'am...I'm sorry" He removes his glasses and rubs his eyes and blows his nose. As he finishes his little outburst, you notice the growing bulge in his pants. Wow...that's sadly pathetic.

He shuffles more, trying to hide his erection. The way your so commanding and rude makes him feel incredibly horny all the time. Every time he sees you at the office and hears you, he can only imagine you dominating him. This leads to Stephen always jerking off, either on lunch break, in the restroom, sometimes even in his office. You wave your hands in front of his face. "Hello? Stephen! Pay attention!" You're feeling exasperated from his lack of focus.

You sigh and rub your temples. How are you going to finish this project with a crybaby like him? As he tries to hide his erection, he looks up at you and says "Ma'am, we can go to my place and start the project there if you like". You think it through, maybe if he's in his own element, he will be comfortable enough to finish this project. "Fine, we go today and start immediately" you tell him. His eyes brighten up as you accept his offer.

Later that afternoon, you both clock out. You grab your purse and keys and he grabs his keys and laptop and the folder. He quickly falls into step right beside you. "I'll take you to my place, you don't need to drive" He lets out a nervous chuckle, trying to lighthen up the mood. "Fine, take me to your car" you demand.

He quickly takes you to his car at the staff parking lot, opening the door for you and closing it, he runs to his side and starts the engine and drives off to his place. The drive was rather quiet surprisingly. He didn't talk your ear off for once, which felt like a blessing to you. After what seemed like forever, you finally arrive at his place. A nice one story, pretty new and nice neighborhood, not to bad for him.

He quickly unbuckles himself and runs to your side to open your door. You grab your purse and walk to his door. He unlocks it rather fast, you analyze how nervous and jittery he is, taking it as his normal behavior. But stephen, oh boy, he had other things in mind...and you were the exact one he wanted all this to be done to him.

As you enter his home, he takes you to his room where he has a desk with papers all scattered over and empty coffee mugs. "I'm sorry, usually I clean up after myself, but you know how work gets all crazy" He chuckles, though you aren't amused by this. You sit down and he sits right next to you.

You open the folder and tell him exactly what he needs to do. He pretends to listen, but you can tell he's not taking one word your saying into his brain. "Stephen, focus. What are you thinking of that's so important?" You ask him. He shuffles a bit in his seat, "You are just so...you are so gorgeous y/n, I can't help but stare at you" his face flushes.

Wow... this kid is just something. You sigh, "Thank you Stephen, but the project is what is important here, not me or my looks" you say more tired. He let's out a noise, between a whimper and a groan. "Please y/n, you drive me so crazy, don't you see how worked up i am?" He uncovers the bulge in his pants with his hands.

"You do to this me, you make me feel this way every single day. Every time you speak, every time I see you in those dresses, I have to touch myself. You're always in my head and I can't get enough of you" He starts rambling. You look shocked at this revelation, but...slightly turned on by this devoted crybaby in front of you. You can't lie that you haven't thought of fucking him once or twice by how submissive he is. I mean, that is your type in a guy, whiny and submissive and will let you do whatever to him.

You snap out of your train of thought when you see Stephen on his knees in from of you, his hands on your knees, his big blue eyes staring deep into your eyes with lust and need. "Please y/n, fuck me, I need you so bad" He pleads. You feel heat reach to your core, throbbing at the sight of him. You stand up quickly, "Strip, and once you're done, lay on the bed. Face down, ass up" you command as you start rummaging through his drawers. Bingo, you found it, a strap on. You put the harness on top of your clothes, positioning and fixing the dildo in place.

He quickly disposes of his clothes and crawls onto the bed as fast as he can. He's already panting just by being bare and in the same room as you. You walk up to him, settling yourself behind him, gauging the view of his ass on display. You run your fingers on his spine, he instinctively arches into you. "Now, you are going to be a good slut and take what I give you, got it?" You pull his hair back to see his face.

"Yes ma'am I will, I swear. I'll listen to you i promise, I really do promise" He starts rambling again. Ugh, the talking, all he does his talk and talk and talk. You cover his mouth with a ball gag. His eyes widen at the device in his mouth. He starts to panic, "shhhh, you're gonna be a good bitch boy and not complain" you coo sarcastically.

You lube up the strap, then push in slowly. Stephen let's out a guttural moan, his walls clenching onto the dildo ever so tightly. You start thrusting slowly, letting him get used to the feeling, until you see how needy he looks, how red his face is, you start picking up the pace. "Y/n, you're being too-" He tries to form words, but the gag in his mouth makes it complicated for him to speak. He realizes he can't say much and starts drooling uncontrollably.

You bring your hand to his ass. BOOM! A loud smack echoes the room, causing another moan to escape from him. "Take it, take it like the slut you are. Nothing but a little bitch in heat, aren't you Stephen?" You continue your hard thrusts. His glasses fog up, you look to see his face and throw his glasses to the other side of the room.

"You don't need that, you don't need to see how pathetic you are for me, just feel it" you say teasingly. His cock twitches at everything you say to him. Pre-cum dribbles down on his bedsheets. You chuckle at how easy it is for him to cum. You place your hand on his neck, applying pressure slightly. He gags more at the sensation, teary eyes, runny nose, and a pool of drool beneath him.

As you continue, his body starts to shake uncontrollably, his orgasm is about to crash. "Oh poor little slut, you're gonna cum already? Does the princess wanna cum? Hm? Answer me Stephen" you wrap your hand again on his throat, he nods vigorously. "Well then, I suppose I'll let you have your release." You thrust faster, your hand reaches for his tiny, baby pink tipped cock, pumping it at the same speed as your thrusts. He whines at the sensation he's feeling, more tears stream down his face. His body falls limp, his face buried in the pillow, his thighs shaking, and there it is. "Y/n!" He chokes out your name. Hot ropes of cum fall on his bedsheets, painting a huge spot of off white cum.

You pull out slowly, his ass glistening in sweat. His body falls completely on the bed and you remove the ball gag. He pants at the intense session, still shaking. "My body.... so... sore...i can barely... feel it" He winces at the pain on his ass cheek with your hand mark glowing red. You remove the strap, fixing your skirt and hair. "You still look so beautiful y/n" He manages to squeak out. You gaze at the pathetic man in front of you. "Well, I hope you learned your lesson on how you should listen to me instead of getting side tracked" you chuckle, a real chuckle for once.

A dumb smile forms on his face, "I'll remember that then ma'am." You grab the folder, "Well, I think we should get started on the project then" you suggest. He let's out an airy laugh. "Just let me rest a bit, then I'll be there with you" He throws the blanket over him. You look at him then back at the folder, you start working while you let Stephen recover for now.

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This was very fun to write! I really enjoyed having Stephen being so submissive. Lmk if I should write more stuff like this. Bye pups and enjoy the read! ૮₍ ˃̶ ꇴ ˂̶ ₎ა

[hero1n3]

Arranged marriage

Will x reader

Warnings: arranged marriage, age gap,p in v, virgin! Reader, Will (40s), You (fresh 20s), missionary, praise, stomach bulge, breeding, oral (f receiving)

Summary: Your dad had arranged you to get married by one of his close friends that you had no idea about. You meet his friend for the first time, not knowing how handsome he was. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

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The day you turned 20, your dad said he had a special gift for you. You were excited, hoping maybe a new car or a new phone, but he told you to get in the truck. You eagerly get in it, wondering what this surprise was. You guys drive pretty far, then suddenly the airport is in view. You give your dad a confused look. The airport? Why here? As you both get off, your dad takes you to this tall, blonde haired, intense blue eyes, built man. Woah, he's so fine.

Your dad nudges you towards the man. "Happy birthday dear, this is your birthday gift, a husband" your dad beams proudly. A HUSBAND?! You barely turned 20?! You snap your head to your dad. "A HUSBAND????" You shout. Will has this smug look on his face as you have your outburst. "Don't worry sweetheart, your in good hands" His eyes rake over your body. You shiver a bit at being analyzed by this man you don't even know. He extends his hand, "I'm William, nice to meet you gorgeous" He kisses your knuckles.

Your dad pats his back, "This is one of my best friends for years, we go way back. The poor man doesn't have a wife and I mentioned you a little ago and you seemed to catch his interest Y/n" your dad looks at Will. You stare at both men, confused and a little hurt your dad just set you up to marriage with someone you don't even know.

Your dad pushes you to Will. "You're moving to Ohio with Will" your dad explains to you. You heart sinks to your ass. Moving...with him...in Ohio...You stand there, frozen, processing all this bullshit your hearing. This isn't the car you wanted, nor the phone you begged for... No, this was MARRIAGE. "I'm...moving...with you?" Your face drains of color. Will smiles at you, not exactly caring about how shocked you are about this. "Yea sweetie, now, hurry, the plane is about to leave" He takes your hand gently. You automatically start walking, still in shock. "Bye y/n! I'll miss you dear!" Your dad waves goodbye to you. You wave slightly, now just following Will to the plane and sitting next to him in the plane.

You look at the view below, no more California, now your just seeing trees and a bunch of land, hardly houses on this area of Ohio. Will intertwines his large fingers with yours. "You ready my love? A new life with me. But don't worry angel, I'll protect you from anything" He tucks a stand of your hair behind your ear, looking at you intensely and with loving eyes. You wonder how he's already so enamored with you, but you feel a warmth spreading through your chest from his sweet words. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing at all.

The plane lands, now in Ohio. You get out the plane, grabbing your luggage you had no idea about, and leave the airport in his old pickup truck. The drive was rather peaceful, you didn't pay it no mind. You guys now reach the woods, a nice cozy cabin right there. You get out, looking around, trees and trees everywhere. "This is our home love. I know it's not all city or L.A., but it's something you know? It's got it's charm" He says warmly, watching your reaction.

You take it in, yeah, it is no city life that you are used to, but it really wasn't that bad. "Yeah, it's pretty at least" you chuckle. He grabs the luggages and unlocks the cabin door for you. You enter first, its actually really big in there. Nice high ceilings, pretty woody, but not in an ugly way, it's more so cozy and huge windows. You admire the view. "Wow...this is so pretty" you look out the window, looking at the scenery. "Yep, you get to see this everyday love" He stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You stiffen up for a quick second, then slowly relax yourself in his arms.

"Now, let's get you settled in our room" He whispers in your ear, squeezing your waist. You feel a wave of heat that reaches your core at his voice. He chuckles, then picking you up bridal style to the bedroom. He kicks open the door, then lays you gently on the bed. "Look at you, such a pretty wife aren't you?" He coos, he knows he's taking effect on you. Your face redden from his words, making you shake slightly.

"It's ok my love, i'll take care of you" He whispers in your ear, unbuttoning your blouse. As he takes off your blouse, he stares at your chest, covered by your bra. "May i?" His hand on your bra strap, asking if he can proceed. You nod your head yes and he immediately unclasps it with eagerness. As your bra falls down, he throws it off the bed and takes in the sight of you and your bare breasts. His breath hitches as he sees your plump, soft, warm breasts, seeing your nipples are hard now. He brushes his thumb on your hard nipple. "Look at you, so eager for your husband's attention aren't you sweetie?" He teases you. You don't know what to say, you have never been with anyone before and your body is just reacting.

His face gets closer to your breasts, you can feel his hot mouth and it only hardens your nipples more. He sucks gently on one of your breasts, his other hand squeezing your other one to stimulate you more. Your head falls back at his warm tongue swirling your bud. He groans at your taste.

His eyes look up to gauge in your reaction. He lets go with a wet pop, "You taste divine." You giggle slightly at his comment and he kisses down your breasts to your stomach, then stops by your shorts. "Aw, cmon baby, I can't keep going if these are here interrupting our moment" He teases. You quickly remove your shorts and panties, now fully bare in front of him. His pupils are now fully blown, he's practically salivating at how beautiful you look. He continues to kiss down to your thighs. You shuffle at the contact of his hot kisses, your core only getting wetter by each kiss. He spreads your legs a bit, just enough to fit his face in between and leaves more kisses in your inner thighs, avoiding your soaking core. He looks up at you, seeing how red and flustered you are. "What's wrong baby? Needy already?" He teases you. You let out a whimper at his teasing, which only makes him chuckle at how needy you are being.

He finally licks a stripe down your folds. This automatically makes you arch into him, a soft gasp leaves your mouth. He wraps his hands around your thighs, now devouring you. He takes turns sucking your clit, then tongue fucking you while also sucking your lips as well. He feels you soaking his face and this only drives him more crazy.

As he is about to put his fingers in, you catch his hand. "Wait, I'm...I'm still a virgin" your face flustered at saying it. "It's ok baby, im right here to teach you, don't worry about a thing, ok? Just let me know if anything makes you uncomfortable, ok baby?" He reassures you, making you feel much better than before. As he continues to eat you out, he finally inserts a finger in, slowly pumping it in and out of you. He looks up at your face to see if anything is bothering you. When he notices you are doing well, he inserts a second finger, now pumping more faster.

He feels you clenching on his fingers more than before, noticing your orgasm is about to crash. He keeps sucking your clit and pumping his fingers, wanting you to cum undone in his mouth. He feels you tremble and hears your pants. "Will, I'm...I'm gonna-" He cuts you off. "Shhh, baby, I know. Just do it, I want you to soak my face with your juices" He says. That was enough for you, your thighs tremble for what's about to come, "WILL!" Your orgasm finally crashes. Will immediately laps up your juices like a starved man.

As he finally lifts his head up, his chin and mouth glistens. You look at him in awe, at this man who didn't even care if you just orgamsed in his mouth. "You did so well sweetheart, so well for me" He kisses you, leaving the taste of your fluid in your mouth too. He now fully undresses himself, his broad, fit frame, gosh, it was so fucking hot to see. He pushes you on the bed gently, then gets on top, now hovering you. "Now baby, you ready for the real deal?" He asks before he can do anything else. You nod your head yes. "Words my love, I need to hear that pretty voice" He coos. "Yes Will, I'm ready for you" you part your legs for him.

He grabs your legs, folding them a bit to your chest and lines himself up. "Now, it's going to hurt a bit, but soon the pain will be pleasure, understood?" He asks, trying to gauge your reaction. You nod and he lets out a chuckle. "Alright, just let me know if I need to stop, got it?" He starts pushing in his thick, pink tipped cock in you slowly. He groans at your tightness. "Fuck, your squeezing me so well sweetheart" He lets out a deep moan.

He lets you adjust for a couple seconds then starts thrusting slowly. He feels you getting wetter and wetter with each thrust. He leans in close, whispering in your ear, "Look at you, taking me so well. You're such a good girl for me aren't you? My beautiful wife" He kisses you lovingly as he continues thrusting in you. He continues whispering sweet nothings in your ear, making you whimper at so much praise. "Will, oh fuck... I'm yours only" you whimper.

This makes him look at you with adoring eyes. He thrusts faster, driven by your statement. "Yes, you are mine y/n, and I'm yours. Forever and only yours." He snaps his hips, each word driving him to his climax. He's so close, but he doesn't want to until you reach your orgasm first. He slows down the pace, going more deeper. You feel the bulge in your stomach. You look down slightly, now actually seeing the bulge. He presses down onto your stomach, making you moan loudly. "You see this? How deep I am inside of you? This what you do to me. You drive me crazy." He starts picking up the pace again. You moan at this sensation, at this wonderful moment you are having with him.

He notices you squeezing him again, your orgasm is about to crash again. He thrusts faster and goes as deep as he can. You arch off the bed, moaning loudly. "Yes, yes, yes, moan for me. Cum on my cock baby. Let me breed you, see you swell with our kids. Cmon baby, I'm so close too" He grunts with each word. With a final squeeze, you cum, milking his cock. This new wetness made Will lose all sense of himself. He cums deep inside you, "Fuck! That...that was incredible. You did so well y/n" He moves your hair back so you can see him. Both your bodies glistening in a thin layer of sweat.

He pulls out slowly, the cum now dripping out of you. He lays down right beside you, facing you. "I hope you like your birthday gift my love" He chuckles, still catching his breath from the intense sex you both just had. "You mean the sex, being married to you, and now that I'm going to have our child?" You chuckle a bit.

"Yeah, I mean that" He smiles widely. "I would mind, but this is honestly the best gift ever. You are the best gift ever." You look at him with loving eyes. His breath hitches at this statement. He pulls you against his chest, kissing the top of your head. "You are my most prized possession, I will take care of you forever with my life, never doubt that" he whispers in your ear. "I love you" you say shyly. "I love you more sweetheart" he plants a soft kiss on your temple. You wrap your arms around him and he envelopes you. You both lay there, holding each other in the messy bedroom. The smell of sex lingers in the air as you both enjoy being in the presence of each other and this moment.

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This one took longer to write highkey🥹 but I really like how it turned out in the end. I hope you guys enjoy reading it!

[spankyourlocalbrat]

pov. after welcoming a baby into the world and him leading everyone constantly, your sex life with rick has been dry…but tonight that’s going to change.

notes. hope u guys like the second pic of rick. it’s real. if u say its not. ur homophobic toward me.

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, light bondage, penetration, praising, quiet sex, explicit language, no proof read cause idgaf, praising, dom rick, talking you through orgasms, consent kink

as soon as rick’s boots hit the wood floor of the bedroom, your eyes look up from your book to him. he meets your eyes and nodded in acknowledgment. “baby is asleep.” he mentions, walking in to the bed.

he works his shirt off his body, sighing deeply out his nose. your eyes look at his body, sighing softly yourself.

welcoming a baby into the world took a toll on each of your sex life. it wasn’t just you two anymore, it was three. anytime you needed him (sexually) he was busy with the baby and the other way around for him.

you nod. “carl is staying the night with carol.” he adds, his hands going to the buckle of his belt. you smile, and he catches it. “what?” he asks with a soft laugh. you shake your head and shrug. “nothin”

he knew what you were smiling at, so he curls his finger toward you, tellin’ you to come here. you instantly make your way over to him. his hands grab your wrists, and he wrapped them around his belt. “can you be quiet?” he asks you, his eyes looking into yours for an answer.

a smile slowly spreads across your face, and you nod at him. “good.” he responds.

leather cool against your skin, buckle snug but not too tight. you tested it once and he gave you a look that said don't try it.

his eyes are slow and deliberate. the same way he scans a tree line before crossing an open field. taking in every inch. "you good?" he asks, voice low. you nod. he hums and runs a hand up your calf. his fingers hook into the waistband of your jeans. he pauses to look at you again.

"tell me if you need to stop. anytime.” he states. “you hear me?" he said, tapping your thigh. “yes, i do.” you respond and he nods once, then he pulls.

he drags your jeans down slow, lifting your hips just enough to work them over your ass, down your thighs, past your knees. the denim catches on your ankles and he tugs them off, tosses them somewhere on the floor.

now you're just in your panties, legs bare, spread open under him. he looks at you like you're something worth protecting. something worth keeping.

his thumb traces the waistband of your panties, a thin strip of cotton, and he hooks it with one finger. "last chance," he murmurs. "you still want this?" he asks. “yes” you say, barely a whisper. he pulls them down, slow as anything, watching your skin appear inch by inch. he brings them past your hips, past your thighs, past your knees, and when they're off he just holds them in his hand for a second, looking at you bare beneath him.

he sets them aside. his hands settle on your inner thighs, thumbs brushing inward, not quite touching where you want him. "there you are," he says, voice rough and soft at the same time. "been wanting to see you like this." he whispers.

his jeans drop, then his boxers, and he's hard, already thick and aching, a drop of precum beading at the tip. he kicks everything aside and lowers himself over you, forearms caging your head, his body a warm, heavy weight.

"look at me, baby." he says. his voice is soft but firm, and you lift your eyes to his. those blue eyes, tired and kind and full of want. his cock nudges against your thigh, then slides through your slick heat, teasing. he watches your face, holds your gaze. "you miss the way i feel?" he asks, his tone sounding taunting but not actually.

he pushes in slow, an inch, two. letting you feel every bit of the stretch. your mouth falls open and he catches it with a kiss, gentle and deep, swallowing your gasp.

"you're so beautiful," he murmurs against your lips. "so damn beautiful." his voice rasps. he sinks all the way in, hips flush against yours, and stills. his forehead rests on yours. his breath is warm and shaky.

"feel that? feel all of me?" he asks, quietly. he starts to move, slow, deep rolls of his hips, each one a long push that bottoms out and lingers. his hand finds yours beside your head, fingers lacing through yours, holding you through every thrust.

"got you," he breathes. "i've got you. just let go." he begs you, in your ear. you shiver. his pace stays steady, patient, his mouth brushing kisses across your cheeks, your nose, the corner of your lips, while he fucks you full and slow and sweet — like you're something precious, something he's too lucky to have.

you moaned out, the volume of it being too loud so his palm ran to your mouth. his hand is already there — warm and rough, palm pressed flat over your mouth, muffling the sounds you can't hold back. your moans vibrate against his skin, and he feels every one of them, feels your lips moving under his hand.

"shh, shh, i know," he whispers, voice low and strained. "i know, baby. i know it's a lot." he coos gently.

he fucks you deeper, slower — each thrust a long, deliberate push that makes your eyes roll back. your hips try to buck up into him, but he pins you with his weight, keeps you still, keeps you full.

"you're doin' so good. takin' me so quiet. just a little more." he says. he shifts his angle, and the next stroke hits that spot inside you — the one that makes your whole body jolt. a loud moan tries to escape and he presses his hand harder, thumb stroking your cheekbone.

"uh-uh. i said quiet.” he replies, his voice is soft but it's a command. his hips keep moving, steady and relentless, and he watches your face — the way your brows pinch, the way your eyes water, the way you're trying so hard to stay silent for him. "such a pretty thing. takin' all of me and barely makin' a sound."

he leans down, presses his lips to your forehead, still buried deep, still moving slow. "you're almost there, aren't you? i can feel you flutterin'. let go when you need to. i've got you. just stay quiet for me." he whispers. he feels you getting close — the way your body starts trembling, your breath hitching against his palm, your walls clenching around him in uneven pulses.

"that's it," he breathes, voice ragged. "right there. i feel you." he smiles. he keeps that same deep, steady rhythm, he doesn't speed up, doesn't chase his own finish. he's focused on you, on the way your eyes are screwed shut, on the little whimpers you can't quite muffle against his hand.

"look at me." he gently orders. your eyes flutter open, hazy and desperate. he holds your gaze, hips still rolling slow and deep. "you gonna come for me? gonna be quiet while you do it?" he taunts. you nod as much as you can, pinned beneath him, and he presses a kiss to the corner of your eye.

"okay. let go, baby. i've got you.” he coos. his hand stays firm over your mouth as the orgasm hits you, your body arching, your cry swallowed by his palm, your grip on his wrist tightening as you pulse around him. he fucks you through it, slow and gentle, watching your face contort in pleasure.

your legs shake, his dick being painted white by your cum. "there you go," he murmurs. "there you go. so beautiful. did so good stayin' quiet for me." he told you.

he slows to a stop, buried deep, letting you flutter around him as you come down. his hand lifts from your mouth, replaces it with his lips, soft, tender kisses across your cheeks, your nose, your forehead.

"you okay?" he whispers. "you did so good."

[dreamymiaa]

𐔌 . ⋮ BLOOMSDAY .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ִ ࣪ ˖

masterlist 𝜗ৎ the walking dead

✶ in which the world ends and you fall in love with a married man .

.⋆♱ trigger warnings : gore / death / mental illnesses / ptsd / dubcon/noncon (not between main pairings) / smut (fingering , oral (f & m) , biting kink , hair pulling , praising , semi public sex , dumbification , degradation , hate sex , cheating kink , infidelity) / age gap / religion & cults / delusion / manipulation / toxic relationships . . .

.⋆♱ main pairings : rick grimes x fem!reader / andrea harrison x michonne hawthorne / sophia peletier x carl grimes

.⋆♱ more : reader has bpd / no lori bashing / season one > season six

COMING SOON

playlist | . . .

[amethystfawn]

negan x reader where negan starts praising reader in front of others, then punishes them harsher in private making them associate approval with fear, even though they thrived for it before. yurp

Lapdog.

a/n: yo great minds think alike, went a bit crazy and wrote 4.5k words. i took a ton of liberties and went nuts so idk if this 100% followed your request butttt here you go jude, hope you enjoy. mwah mwah. also thank youu @twd-bee3 for beta-reading.

pairing: negan x gn! reader

tags/warnings: whump, darkfic, smut, dubcon, angst, sub! reader, dom! negan, reader is negan's pet, degradation, mindbreak, use of belt for whipping, face slapping, hair pulling, boot kink, leather kink, humiliation kink, coercion, thigh riding, boot riding

song for this <33

taglist: @loveregan @twd-bee3 @shtgshdrnit @thewalkingbred @uglylittlelamb

Dumb risk you took, talking back.

You knew better. He’d disciplined you so well, after all.

Most of all, you knew Negan. You knew not to ever test his limits. 

A part of you though, the part that horrified you the most, enjoyed pushing his buttons. It petrified you more than your silent growing enjoyment of being his pet. 

You enjoyed the fear of seeing how far he’d take his punishments. Obviously, during the correction, you regretted disobeying in the first place. Negan never half-assed discipline. Discipline was a tool to teach you a lesson, ensuring that you wouldn’t repeat your mistakes.

His discipline on you though, still very harsh, was lighter than the one for his men. While also being harsher than the one for his wives. A well-mixed balance for a person he regarded as a pet. 

He’d never burn half your face off like he did with Dwight, he didn’t want to put an ugly scar on a face he liked too much to ruin. Still, you weren’t as pretty and delicate like the beautiful women he coerced into his bed every night. So it was standard to leave a new fresh set of bruises on your body when you didn’t conduct properly. Leaving ugly scars in the process if you’d been especially bad. 

Your defiance took place when he brought you on a run to pick up requested supplies at Alexandria, which he almost always did when he went to visit the place. Bringing you back to your home to see people you considered your family, knowing you’d never come back, was one of the worst forms of abuse he could inflict on you.

You used to live there after all, not only that, but you’d been part of Rick’s group since almost the beginning. That’s why he loved showing you off, showing off how little of your original self was left in the shell of a human you became. 

Your blank expression, eyes empty of any emotion, brought looks full of pity that were laser-focused on you. 

The worst part wasn’t the stares, you were used to them. You'd get them in abundance back at the Sanctuary. Negan whistling at you the way the owner of a pet would, made even low-ranked workers, the most enslaved out of his people, feel superior. 

Yet when you received stares full of pity from people who once entrusted you with their lives, people who counted on you. That made you feel far more powerless. 

You perceived it as you disappointing them, like they realized you were never worth anything. Making them give up on you when you needed help the most. A torture far-worse than whatever your sadistic captor could ever inflict on you. 

In a sense, people you once would’ve died for without a second of hesitation abandoning you like you never meant anything to them, was more painful than your arm getting twisted in the wrong direction.

That’s how you realized you would never be able to come back to Alexandria. Not due to being kept hostage by Negan. But rather because everyone you cared about forsaken you. 

So when you had to sit in one of the trucks making its way to your previous home, your stomach twisted in horror, making you feel sick in the process. The nausea got worse when you were violated by pitiful stares, making you feel dizzy from the emotions it brought out of you all at once. You ground your teeth together until your jaw ached.

Your visible distress pleased Negan of course. He loved putting you in situations that would make you have such intense and awful reactions. Enjoying how easily he could torment you without using violence or yelling.

His gloved hand wrapped firmly around your upper arm, squeezing it hard enough to be painful as he looked you over. Even while being absorbed with the task you gave yourself, consisting of examining the dirt on your shoes, you could still feel his stare full of mockery. 

“I know staring at your own feet is a duty of utmost importance for you, I really do,” He said, voice sarcastic. “But why don’t you go make yourself a little bit more useful? Go check if the inventory’s accurate.” You could hear the low chuckle he let out while giving you the order.

Checking the inventory involved you interacting with your previous group, having to check lists and such. Asking them where things were if anything was missing. You weren’t allowed to speak to them so you were limited to hand motions and head nods. Making his assignment all the more difficult. He loved when you had to struggle to complete a task, it was one of his favorite sights. 

On top of getting an entertaining scene out of this, Negan also got to make sure your relations with Rick’s community had ceased for good.

You finally raised your head, taking your neck out of its familiar position. Your eyes filled with emotion. Panic. You didn’t want to interact with these people. 

So you refused.

“Sir…” You started, nervously trailing off before lowering your voice so no one other than him would hear, “I don’t want anything to do with these people.”

That gave Negan a mixed reaction. The owner part of him was thrilled to see you’d fully cut ties with your group. He was the only person in your life now. Besides him, you quite literally had no one. 

That made him want to reward you, let you stay by his side and once back at the sanctuary pamper you. Order your favorite meal to be made specially for you to enjoy at dinner time, run a bubble bath afterwards even. Maybe spend his entire evening reading you a book while you rested in his arms. 

Things that would sooth your constant state of fear, make you forget about the horrors you grew accustomed to endure. All with the goal to show you your devotion to him would bring you the one thing you desperately needed. The thing you ached for through years of survival and constant loss. Comfort.

Obviously, if that were to ever happen he'd involve at least some depravity to please his own needs.

But the ruthless leader part of him knew he couldn’t let your refusal of following commands slide. 

So he took one of his gloves off and slapped your face. Hard enough to abruptly jerk your head to one side, leaving a bright red hand-print on the delicate skin. 

Despite the harshness of his strike, it felt like a mere pinching sensation. Barely getting a reaction out of you. You’d built a tolerance of sorts. The audience surrounding you seemed to be in more shock at the sight than you were in pain though. Ironic yet unsurprising.

He took a second to acknowledge your lack of a reaction, slightly startled at your resilience before quickly going back to his stern expression. Gripping your face to make you look at him, squeezing it hard enough to make your bottom lip form a pout.

“This isn’t about what you want.” He yelled in your face. “This is about you being useful for once in your miserable existence instead of wasting oxygen.” He added, the volume of his voice making you flinch. 

Still, you took the insults like water off a duck’s back. Your dissociative state protecting you from any negative emotions one would normally feel.

“You do as I ask. Always. You understand?” He pushes on, his voice getting louder.

But it didn’t matter. You didn’t want to, you were stubborn. So you'd take whatever punishment was coming over this. 

“Sir. I’m not doing it.” you said. You could’ve kept it there. Simple, concise and most importantly polite. But no. Now it was more than just not wanting to do the task, “Slap me all you want but I ain’t doing it.”

He went from frowning to raising his eyebrows, he couldn’t help but snicker at your ridiculous statement. Finding your attempt to defy him of all people laughable. Still, he found the sight ever so slightly endearing. He’d play your games.

“Okay then. You win, you get your way.” He declared, letting go of your face. You didn’t believe him for a second, expecting him to punch you in the stomach or something. It didn’t happen. 

He just let you disobey. 

So you went back to your usual position. Head down and making yourself as small as possible. 

He let you. Even wrapping an arm around you, his hand squeezing your shoulder. Like he was trying to reassure you.

You knew not to feel relief. 

With Negan you always had to be on alert. Viewing everything as temporary was your defense mechanism, which is reassuring for punishments but nerve-wracking for rewards and moments where he's merciful.

So you just stood there until it was finally time to go.

Once everything had been picked up from Alexandria, he made you sit on the passenger seat of one of the trucks. Making you sit beside him as he drove. 

His hand made its way on your thigh, the warmth, and weight of Negan’s hand felt oddly comforting. Once again acting merciful, affectionate.

At that moment you made the mistake of feeling relief. Unconsciously letting out a sigh, unsteady. 

Tears blurred your vision. You tried your best to not let them spill, it was dangerous to cry in front of the man. 

Don't show weakness, you thought, repeating the sentence over and over again in your head. But then you felt your cheeks becoming damp.

You broke down. Bending forward, covering your face with your hands so you could shield yourself from the man. 

His hand moved from your thigh to your back, rubbing it gently. Usually he'd either yell or make fun of you when you had emotional outbursts. But today it was different.

You heard a hoarse whisper above you, “Poor thing, always emotional.” 

His hand made its way into your hair, messing the strands. His fingers felt heavy, he was being rough when he rubbed your scalp. Yet to you, it felt soft. 

When it took you too long to calm down he spoke up again, “No more tears. I'm here, we're home soon.” 

Home. Sanctuary was anything but home. Yet in your tormented state it felt like it.

The drive was long enough for you to cease your tears and calm down, once back to Sanctuary, Negan’s men started unloading.

In the middle of the task though, with you by his side like usual, he whistled. Getting everyone’s attention. The noise startled you.

Should you be worried?, you asked yourself. Your fear creeped back. Making you shake. 

Then he pulled on your hair, startling you further. Bringing you right by his side by yanking it.

As he firmly clutched your hair, he spoke up. The high tone of his voice resonated through the open-air space, “I know all of you look down at my pet. I see it.”, he paused, looking over his people as you looked more and more terrified at the sudden attention forced onto you.

“And y’know I get it, it is a pathetic mutt. It's purpose being a lapdog, not my right-hand. No, a lapdog.” He emphasized that last sentence, making your role clear. Then he pulled your hair once more, raising your head so you were forced to look back at the group.

Stares on you, judgment. Scorn. It took everything not to start crying again.

“But this thing is more loyal than any of you are or will ever be. I've barely trained it, it's already telling me it doesn't want anything to do with Rick Grimes. It might hate his guts more than I do at this point!” He exclaimed. 

Confusion, from them and you. What was your captor and their leader even rambling about? Were you supposed to take it as praise?

His hand shifted from your head to the back of your neck. You felt the leather of his glove as he compressed the tense muscles there.

“So remember no matter how superior you feel towards my pet. It'll always be better than you and closer to me.” He finished his speech, keeping it short. Then he ordered everyone to get back to work.

His hand still on the back of your neck he kissed your temple, whispering in your ear, “Good pet.” 

So you let your guard down. Expecting him to reward you, he was bringing you to his quarters now. You always got some sort of reward there. Well maybe not always, but you chose to ignore that fact.

You disobeyed today but his earlier public praise and his general fondness of you must mean you'd actually been good. It must mean he was going to recompense your good behavior. So you started feeling giddy.

But then he opened the door of his room and shoved you forward. Almost making you stumble and fall to your knees.

“Strip.” He ordered. His tone serious, he didn't yell or anything, but you could feel his anger. 

Oh.

He knew you hated being naked in front of others. You'd always been someone who's insecure about their appearance but everything you went through made it worse. 

Years of survival made you collect multiple scars. Negan’s abuse added to the collection. You were covered head to toe by evidence of the world being unkind to you. You hated it.

But you did as you asked. You knew better, you were well-aware that not following orders would make what was coming worse.

These days he was kind enough to let you dress normally. No longer forced in soiled rags, you had the privilege of taking off a pair of jeans and a tank top. Now only dressed in undergarments, you kept your back facing him. Fearing what was to come.

You heard him slowly walk behind you, then you felt his breath on your neck. Making your sweat grow cold, your skin forming goosebumps.

His hands made their way on your hips, before crawling higher, the leather tickling your sides. His thumbs pressed deep enough to lodge themselves in-between your ribs as he stilled his hands on your ribcage. 

Then you felt the brush of his lips on your neck, he was lightly kissing you there. It made your breath grow quicker, your heart hammering in your chest. You felt both terrified, and slightly aroused. You didn’t want to come to terms with either reaction. Preferring to feel nothing at all.

You knew this moment of softness would be temporary.

He then got his mouth right beside your ear, “You know you have beautiful skin.” He whispered. You felt the scratch of his beard on your skin as he chuckled before continuing, “Such a shame I have to ruin it.”

Then you felt the abrupt kick of his boot behind one of your knees, pushing hard enough to make your legs bend for a moment before you fell down right after. Once you were on the floor he kicked your stomach in, making you squirm before crouching beside you.

His hand full of your hair he spoke up, mouth close to your ear once more, “You know not to disobey. Why do we have to do this shit again, huh?” In contrast to the merciless grip on your hair and the earlier kick to the stomach you received, his tone felt soft and tender. 

But then he switched to this harsher tone, the one that you were more familiar with, “Answer me.” He said, not yelling, but his voice was still stern enough for you to understand this was a warning.

You were trembling now, you always failed to hide your fear during punishments. The dread of what was to come was always too intense. 

“I just didn’t want to interact with them…” You said, voice meek.

The loud smack of the slap that landed on your face indicated to you that this was the wrong answer.

“This isn't about what you want. You do as I say no matter what, or you get reprimanded. That’s the deal.” He said, now almost yelling in your ear. Making you flinch.

If it wouldn’t escalate the situation and make the punishment worse you would talk back, you’d tell him that you never agreed to this. Instead, you simply answered with a weak, “Yes sir.” Holding back tears. His anger was scarier than the punishments themselves at times.

He sighed, “I wish I didn’t have to do this, and I know you know that…” Then came a pause, a brief silence.

Just for it to be abruptly disturbed by the loud whip of his belt. The leather hitting the middle of your back, making you yelp in both shock and pain. His earlier talk was but a distraction from the sound of him taking his belt off.

Then he yanked you by your underarm, making you stand. “Don’t you fucking dare get back on the floor, or I’ll use a whip instead of a belt.” He warned before hitting you once more but this time on the stomach, making you fold in half and whimper in pain.

He walked around you, getting behind you to whip you with the leather. The hits were harsh, the pain sudden. 

He paced his blows. Taking pauses in-between them, the breaks never the same length. It took everything for you not to kneel and hug your knees. Standing during his abuse felt nauseating, your vision growing blurry. The wait for the belt to come in contact with the sensitive skin of your back felt worse than the actual pain.

As you felt the cold air on freshly opened skin he started walking around you, like a predator waiting for the perfect time to attack its prey.

Then he hit you once more, harder, you bit the inside of your mouth so hard to not scream you felt blood flood. While the copper taste overtook your taste buds you let out a pathetic whimper from low in your throat. Sounding like a wounded animal.

Your back was burning, the pain intense enough to blur your vision. It took everything to not pass out.

Still. You grew accustomed to pain, your reactions were much less intense than they should be.

“Y’know you take this like a champ.” He said, his hands now on your hips. “Maybe I should bring out the whip!” He exclaimed.

In reality this was an empty threat. He might be harsh with his men, but you were his pet. He’d never do more than what he deemed you deserved. This was purely to make you scared, to see what reactions he could bring out of you.

And it worked.

The threat made you let out a scream of terror, the noise going past your lips before any thought could form in your mind. You broke down in tears, knees threatening to fold under your weight.

“Please sir…” You sobbed. “I’ll be good I promise,” your voice weak and unsteady as you begged for mercy.

“Oh you’ll be good?” He asked, landing a particularly unforgiving blow on already bruised skin before you could answer, making you scream once more. This time the noise inevitable.

“Yes…I’ll be good. I’ll make it up to you. Please give me a chance to prove myself,” You cried out, desperate enough for mercy to beg. 

You were tired, your legs aching from standing up through the assault. The skin on your back burning. 

You’d do anything to make him stop, you thought. So you got desperate, “Anything but this, I'll do anything to make the pain stop please… I'm good, I'll be good for you just please…” You trailed off into pathetic cries. 

He didn't say anything, pulling a chair out to sit in front of you. He looked deep in thought, like he was considering his next move. Considering what he’d do instead.

Then he grinned, you knew this couldn't be a good sign. He motioned you with his finger to come stand closer to him.

You walked up to him, standing in front of him. You were still only covered by underwear so you wrapped your arms around your figure. The embarrassment of being almost completely naked in front of the man taking over.

He gave you a look-over, spending a moment to stare at the bright red mark he made on your stomach earlier before finally speaking up, “Get yourself off on my boot.” 

Your eyes widened in horror, confusion. When you told him you'd do anything you expected his physical assault to be replaced by some sort of demanding labor, not this.

“Pardon me?” You blurted out. He must be joking, you thought. He'd probably embarrass you if you actually did as he asked.

“You heard me.” One of his hands made its way onto the side of one of your legs, right under your buttocks.

The same hand then moved to grip your clothed crotch, making you gasp in shock at the sensation.

“I know this shit gets you excited, you can hide it all you want…I know you're a perverted fuck.” He said, a toothy grin plastered on his face. 

He squeezed your core through your underwear, making you involuntarily moan at the contact. You didn’t realize until now that the piece of clothing was soaked. 

You had to find a way to get out of this, you thought. You knew him. You'd either humiliate yourself doing this or he'd bring out a whip of all things. Fuck. You wouldn't be surprised if the son of a bitch owned a traditional one.

So you leaned in, right besides his ear. “Why get me off? Wouldn't you want me to get you off.” You purred, trying your best to sound seductive. God this wasn't you at all but you had to do whatever it took to get the least-worst outcome.

He pushed you off, his face forming a scowl. Disgust. Like it was only okay when he was the one doing sexual advances.

“Kneel.” He said. You did as he asked, still a trembling mess, your fear a contrast from the earlier discovery of your arousal.

He took your chin between his gloved index and thumb, making you look up at him. “You're lucky I'm giving you options, don't push your luck, or I'll do much worse.” He warned, rejecting your offer.

You bit your lip, holding back tears from flooding again. Your earlier ones didn’t even have time to dry off. “You think looking at me like that is gonna make me pity you?” He asked, now gripping your face, his hold on your cheeks harsh. 

“If anything it'll make me want to hurt you more.” He said, sneering down at you before kicking your stomach in once more, making you whimper.

“See? You enjoy this, don't try to hide it.” He then pressed the tip of his boot on your crotch, making you unconsciously lean into it, pressing your cheek against his knee. The fabric of his jeans scratching your face.

“Can you imagine if someone was here, seeing you act so pathetic? They'd think you're disgusting.” He punctuated his point by rubbing his boot into your core further.

“People back at Alexandria would hate you even more if they knew how you acted in private.” He pulled on your hair to make you look up at him, you unconsciously started grinding on the tip of his boot.

“Imagine how that widow would react if she saw you rub yourself on the boot of the man who spilled her husband’s brain matter all over concrete.” He said, his words made you cry once more.

“Aw look at you, poor little puppy.” You moaned at the title. He wiped your tears with his free hand. 

He sighed, “Do you know how much holding back it takes for me to not fuck you when you’re in pain and crying? I'll be honest with you, that shit gives me a raging boner.”

You hid your face by pressing it against his thigh, still, you couldn’t help but grind harder against his foot, your breathing growing heavier.

“And I got my wives for this, it’s not like you can even compare to them when it comes to looks but still, sometimes I'd rather be ramming my dick inside you rather than whatever woman I picked for the night.”

Jesus. You weren’t aware of his attraction to you at all.

“C’mere.” He said before pulling you up and into his lap, parting his legs so you could straddle his thigh. Your head fell onto his shoulders, letting out a pathetic whimper. The sound a mix of your back still hurting and being turned-on. 

“Get those hips moving.” He ordered.

And so you did, moving back and forth against his thigh. A few minutes earlier you didn’t expect you’d enjoy this, but you did. Far too much.

“You’re taking everything so well tonight, doing as I ask finally.” He praised into your ear before kissing your temple, pulling out another noise from you. He then slapped your ass, making you squirm. 

You kept moving back and forth, it was now more about reaching your orgasm and getting more praises than following orders.

Then he pressed his fingers against one of the bruises on your back, pressing hard enough to pull out a scream from you. 

Your response to the pain was to bite his neck, hard, doing it before you even considered the consequences. 

He yanked your head back by your hair, “Fucking bitch, don’t do that!” He yelled in your face before slapping you once more. 

The strike was all it took for the knot building up in your stomach to unravel, cumming against his thigh in a loud moan. Soaking the fabric of his jeans as you gasped for air.

Your sudden orgasm made his pupils dilate. His frown gone, anger replaced by lust.

“Holy shit, I should’ve filmed that!” He exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear. The expression would normally terrify you, but you were currently too blissed out to find it anything but attractive. “Fuck, that was better than anything a porn star could do.” 

He patted your ass before letting you rest your head on his shoulder, putting his hands on your hips while making sure he didn’t touch any of the bruises on your back.

“You got my jeans all dirty.” He said, raising his foot, so his thigh pressed against your core, the contact made you whine.

Then he picked you up bridal style while you were still sitting in his lap, carrying you to his bathroom to take care of you. 

It all felt like a blur, going by while you zoned out until your head fell down on his pillow, and you were finally able to rest. It might’ve still been the middle of the day but his earlier assault on you drained all remaining energy.

tysm for reading. freak. <3

[stuckinthesun]

would you consider writing a rick grimes fic where maybe like the night in the barn in season 5 the group are in close proximity and the reader and rick are getting down and dirty (hes dirty talking FILTHY) but the rest of the group are still awake and hear them? like her moaning and saying dirty shit and some of them enjoying listening? daryl and abraham)🙈

Hi!! so this may not be exactly what you had in mind but the prompt gave me a vision and now we have this 😭

Tags : voyeurism, semi-public sex, dirty talk (poorly written probably), ricks kind of a dick

You couldn’t sleep after the storm. The rest of your family all but collapsed once the danger passed, but not you. The adrenaline rush was still coursing through your veins, making your heart race.

Lucky for you though, you weren’t the only one.

“God, you’re fucking desperate for it.” Rick hissed in your ear, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you fucked yourself on his cock.

Rick had pulled you into the little room at the front of the barn. Not a word was spoken, he just took your wrist and lead the way, you following behind him without question. The moment the door closed you were on each other, mouths connecting in a rough kiss as you ripped each other’s pants off.

Now the two of you sat on the dirty, hay covered floor, fucking like animals in heat.

You were straddling Rick, bouncing up and down on his cock and moaning into your hand. Ricks hold on you was sure to leave bruises as he guided your movements, rolling your hips with each come down.

“I don’t even have to do anything, just sit back and watch you fall apart on my cock.” Rick smirked, confident and relaxed. His eyes gave him away, though, showing you just how much your movements were affecting him. Glazed over, pupils blown and eyelids fluttering closed here and there. It was that look that made you moan a little too loud.

One of Ricks hands slid up your body to grip the back of your neck, pulling down to tuck your head into his shoulder, “Shh baby, not too loud. Unless you want an audience, of course.”

You moan into his shirt, moving your hips impossibly faster.

Then there was a noticeable pause. You expected Rick to make a mean comment, tease you about your obvious reaction to being watched. Instead he was quiet, so quiet were almost worried. But then, Rick did something unexpected.

He laughed.

Rick gave genuine laugh, one straight from his belly, and you frowned. Pausing your movements, painful as it was, you tried to lean back to ask him what was so funny. You barely lifted your head before Rick was grabbing your jaw and forcibly turning your head around, “Looks like we’ve already got one.”

You blink wide eyed as you look through the, apparently not, closed door to see Daryl.

Despite how dark it was, you could see him with the moonlight peaking through the barn doors. He was clearly embarrassed about being caught, his thumb caught between his teeth in that nervous habit of his, but he wasn’t leaving. Daryl stood leaning against one of the barn’s beams, eyes glued to you and Rick.

You involuntarily clenched around Rick, causing him to groan before he hissed in your ear, “Turn around, face him.”

Standing on shaky legs, you do as he says. Ricks cock sliding out of you caused a shiver of loss to roll through you, but the slide back in with the new angle made your eyes roll back. The feeling only intensified when your eyes met Daryl’s again.

You watch him straighten up a little, adjusting his lean on the barn beam, and his thumb lowers from his mouth.

A whine crawls out of your throat and you feel Rick lean in close to your ear, “Now, be good and put on a show for him.”

Nodding, you reach back to place your hands on Ricks hips for some stability and begin moving again. You lift yourself up and down, rolling your hips every so often, enjoying the new position. You felt Ricks hand reach up to slap over your mouth, silencing your overly loud cries.

And the whole time, you kept your eyes locked with Daryl’s.

The other man was clearly affected, once again shifting his stance and loosely crossing one leg over the other. Daryl’s gaze was shifting between you and Rick, and you had no doubt that your leader was also watching the hunter.

“You’re gonna cum like this, aren’t you?” Rick whispers in your ear, “Riding my dick while Daryl watches, wishing he was fucking you instead.”

Another noise forces it’s way out of your mouth, nodding again around Ricks grip on your jaw. You watch as Daryl suddenly rubs the heel of his hand against his crotch, and you just barely hear him give a hissed “Fuck.”

The sight makes you clench around Rick as you roll your hips down, feeling him deep inside of your pussy. He groans, a little louder this time, and you feel his head drop onto your shoulder blade.

“Come on baby, show him how good I make you feel,” Rick says, voice strained and his grip tightening, “Cum for me and make him hate that it’s not for him.”

The coil of heat in your abdomen boils over before you even register its there, your body convulsing with the intensity of your orgasm. Your nails dig into Ricks hips, sobbing into his hand, and with another groan you feel Rick cum. He fills you up, fucking his seed deep inside of you as your hips stutter in their movements.

It was all so much that you almost forgot you were being watched. Opening your teary eyes, though, you were met with Daryl’s sharp gaze and another wave of pleasure shot down your spine. The man was clearly hard, the tent in his worn jeans unmistakable. One of his hands slides down to once again palm at his erection, while the other covers his mouth.

Daryl looked nothing short of desperate.

Rick gently lifts you up, sliding his spent cock out of your still spasming pussy, and chuckles, “Now he gets to deal with the consequences of his actions.”

voyer daryl feels very correct to me tbh also rick thinking daryl’s jealous because he wants to fuck you when actually daryl’s enjoying watching rick just as much as he’s enjoying watching you hehehe

[florsials]

COSTAR SWEETHEARTS !

© FLORSIALS

⤷ in chronological order

you know i’d do anything for you c. 2001

the greatest gift c. 2007

i need you, baby c. 2010

debuting your relationship c. 2010

duty calls c. 2022

[iheartbeingbasic]

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐢𝐲𝐤𝐰𝐢𝐦, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭!𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫!𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐡𝐢:) 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟗𝐤

The whole atmosphere of the set up room where the interview was taken was quite energetic. Before the show started people took their seats in the crowd, waiting for the other person who was going to get interviewed.

Of course, you blended in easily because you bought your own ticket, so it wouldn’t be obvious that you went in and everything was dealt with. No, you still wanted to wait — and so did Hayden announcing your relationship, let alone your pregnancy.

You sat in your seat as you anxiously played with your fingers, cracking them slightly and bouncing your leg up and down. You were really excited for this interview because let's be honest here — you loved Star Wars. Even the original trilogy was really close to your heart. And you were actually jumping in your room when you saw Ariana Grande’s new music video that was loosely based on one of your favorite movies. You loved to see that the two things in your life you liked most at the time were combined into one of your favorite songs to this day. {Apologizing in advance if you don’t like Break Free, but honestly I’m a huge Arianator :( }

You saw the curtains ruffle as they got pulled apart and Hayden walked out from behind them. You smiled at him warmly as you watched him walk towards one the grayish blue couches, while waving towards the crowd. The people around you erupted into loud cheering, some whistling and clapping their hands while you did so too.

Hayden sat down, shook hands with Jimmy and they eventually started speaking about how they first met actually and how Hayden suggested he should get into talk show business. You actually laughed at that, seeing that they were both happy to see eachother again after all of those years.

Jimmy mentioned Ewan getting scared of Hayden in Vader’s suit, making the crowd once again laugh. 

“Does it get really hot in there?” Jimmy asked while Hayden shifted in his seat, chuckling at his question.

“Yeah really, like you sweat buckets in that thing.” Hayden responded. “They actually got this cooling machine that goes under the suit and it splashes cold liquid all over your body so it really feels like you are a creature that this suit holds together.” He chuckled while licking his lips.

You pushed your thighs together.

“By the way you have a beautiful daughter,” Jimmy started while Hayden smiled and the crowd cheered again. “Does she know that daddy is Darth Vader?”

Hayden smiled slightly and thought once more before answering his question.

“She knows daddy is Darth Vader, she’s never seen daddy as Darth Vader.” He said while he got whistling from half of the crowd, and ‘ooo's from the other.

You actually had to slump down lower in your seat if you didn’t want anyone to notice that suddenly your rosy cheeks turned into more like a tomato. You didn’t know why you reacted to his comment like this, even though you knew he was talking about his little girl, but somehow him saying it brought images flooding into your innocent head which later on turned out to be extremely filthy when his dick came into conversation.

This was even proved by the bump that was forming on your stomach.

You looked down at the part of your body where the most precious thing in the world was growing, getting ready to enter the big world. You and Hayden were both very excited to meet your baby, and so were his and your parents. Everyone around your small family circle was very much appreciating that he was finally with someone who deserved him. His parents genuinely liked you, and even said really nice things about you when you weren’t around.

His sisters and his brother were really enjoying your time when you came over from Toronto. Since they lived in Vancouver you always visited at least once a month when Hayden wasn’t away filming but now that you are pregnant he swore that the things he needed to get done would get done with you by his side every moment. That’s how you got to New York.

You really enjoyed the city, it wasn’t the same as you always thought it would be. Coming from France and living there for most of your life you always thought that there wasn’t anything more beautiful than Paris.

Not that New York reached up to the beautiful sights to the city of love, but you still enjoyed your time there. With Hayden it was impossible not to. 

You loved each other equally and even though he always beated you in the ‘I love you more’ game he knew very well that you loved him just the same he did love you.

Hiding something like this for almost five years now is really crazy and hard to manage. No one except your family or the people you really trusted yourself with knew about your relationship with him. You didn’t want him to be the target of the public eye again with dating an ordinary girl who came from the South part of France. It wasn’t something that you’d like to see in the news.

Maybe once your secret will be revealed, but until now it didn’t matter.

“Thank you buddy for being here.” Jimmy shook hands with Hayden while the crowd shared one last final cheering. As they called it to the end, people started to stand up from their seats but before they could rush towards the two or anything, Hayden was escorted to the back of the studio behind the curtains.

Your phone started buzzing in your purse that you had brought with yourself, signalizing that it was time to go home. You smiled to yourself and stood up with everyone else, unnoticingly moving out of the building. Once you were out, you stared at the sky once more before turning back after everyone left their seats. You then saw a dressing room with his name on the white wood with a star shining bright on the door. You walked towards the entry when you heard some footsteps coming from the direction of the set. 

You panicked, trying to twist the knob and it turned out to be locked.

Fuck.

You turned around to face the exit, completely unsure of the fact that you were in the opposite way out from the exit. The main entrance where the guests were coming in was on the east side of the skyscraper while you were on the west side.

You then felt a hand on your shoulder making you turn around the moment you felt the touch. You faced a man dressed in a black suit eyeing you with a curious expression.

“What exactly are you searching here for Miss?” He asked, his voice stern.

No one’s going to believe you that you are supposedly Hayden Christensen’s secret wife. You would probably get kicked in the ass — or something slight because your tummy was already showing.

“I..um.” You started mumbling while pointing to the door. “Geez.” You chuckled. “Is this the dressing room?” You tried making it look funny that you just accidentally twisted the knob into a private part of the building.

This was the reason you almost failed drama class. You sucked at acting.

“She’s fine. Let her go.” You heard a familiar voice say while the bodyguard turned around, his headset still in his ear.

Your expression lightened the moment you saw Hayden and his did too. 

“Mr she tried breaking into your room.” The guard said, still unsure why he would let someone go who wanted to maybe attack him.

Hayden smiled slightly while shaking his head and walking next to you while you kept looking at his beautiful face.

“I’m sure it wasn’t on purpose. Right Miss?” He asked you while you tilted your head at him.

“Y..yes.” You mumbled as the blush on your cheeks got into an even deeper shade of red.

“Good.” He said while nodding at the bodyguard to leave you two alone. He looked at him like he was crazy, but then he looked down at your hand, a similar ring he saw before creeping into his mind.

“Mrs Christensen.” He nodded towards you while turning around and leaving.

“Wha..” You tried but then Hayden lifted his hand.

“You didn’t take it off?”

“I never do.” He responded.

“But Hayden..” 

“I don’t want to talk about this here and now. Okay?” His question left some confusion inside of you while you pulled at your lips and nodded slightly.

He tilted his head while looking at you, smiling once he saw that you were calm enough to take you back to his car. 

“Come.” He whispered while taking your hand. You followed shortly after him, shuddering once the chilly weather hit your skin. Goosebumps started to form on your tanned skin, making Hayden shrug out of his jacket.

“Baby we are a few blocks away. You are wearing a shirt.” You tried but he set the jacket on your shoulders, the fabric covering most of your upper body and some of your thighs. 

You always remember how easily he got sick. Even when he was wearing a knitted sweater in October he would have a 39 degree fever. 

“You are in charge of two.” He said while taking his keys out of his pants. You bit the inside of your cheek, starting to feel that you were maybe getting on his nerves with all of the protesting and that he had to tell one more person about your secret.

You stayed quiet from then on, staring at the road that the headlights lightened up. You were chewing on your bottom lip nonstop, leaning your head against your palm as you watched the skyscrapers vanish inside the gray clouds. Your house that Hayden rented for a month was actually out of the city on a calmer side of the East Coast.

“I’m sorry baby.” He started while you looked at him, curiosity shining in your eyes. “I’m sorry that we have to hide this. And I’m so tired of this shit. I want everyone to know that you are mine, but at the same time I don’t want you to be followed wherever you go. I want you to live the life that you lived before.”

You actually wanted to scoff at that. The life you lived before meeting him was full of problems, and even though you were already twenty seven when meeting him, he clearly saw that the problems that were hanging on your shoulders were the same as a girl’s who is still in highschool junior class. You sighed.

“Hayden I chose to let that life go a really long time ago. So if that’s the only thing keeping you away from throwing it at the public eye that you have been married for three years now, okay. Go.” You said while placing your hand on top of his on the transmission.

“I love you.” You said. “And I wouldn’t care if a million people by tomorrow would be banging at the front door, if I can go through this with you.” Your voice cracked by the end as you got emotional again. 

You heard him sigh before he spoke up.

“I love you more.” He whispered while you rolled your eyes at his playful institcs. He was able to make such an emotional moment a fit of laughter.

—————

He was actually showering for at least twenty minutes now, and you missed your husband’s cuddles and his warm body pressed up against you so you decided to tie your hair up into a messy bun because you didn’t want to get it wet, slipping off the shirt you had borrowed from him.

The door slightly cracked open, giving you a clear view of his ass. You smirked to yourself as you saw that one of his hands was on the tiles, whilst the other wasn’t so clear what was doing.

You looked at his fine back more than you should have, but no one else saw you staring at his butt so why not? Plus..you had a right to.

So with that you quietly stepped into the bathroom through the threshold and stripped down to your underwear, taking those off too. The steam from the hot water was filling the whole room, making the wetness erupt on your face. 

Your already heated cheeks felt like burning as you stepped into the shower behind him. His hands stilled the moment you pulled the glass away. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder while tilting your head up.

The warm water ran over the two of you both while you flattened your palms out on his lower stomach, rubbing them against his skin, kneading it.

“I saw what you were doing.” You whispered against his shoulder while you heard him chuckle. Hayden took your hands into his while turning around to face you.

“You didn’t see a thing.” He smirked while you raised your eyebrows.

“So it wasn’t your hand stroking that?” You pointed downwards while you saw some slight pink rush into his cheeks. You grinned while he rolled his eyes.

“Okay maybe I got a little carried away.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Just a little?” You tilted your head.

“A little.” He whispered before lowering his head to kiss you.

The height difference was crazy.

The kiss seemed to deepen as Hayden wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to himself but aware of the baby bump he kept a safe distance. You giggled as you felt the baby kick once your skin collided with his.

“Did he just kick me?” He asked while you let out a loud giggle, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“I think so.” You mumbled against his skin while you felt his hand wander down their way on your butt.

He squeezed one of your cheeks playfully while you feeling sensitive let out a soft moan.

“That felt good?” He smirked.

“It’s not my dick brushing against you is it?” You asked.

Then he suddenly picked you up by your inner thighs. You let out a gasp as the sudden motion hit you, your gaze falling down on his face as he turned to press you up against the wall.

“Hayden.” His name fell from your lips as your hands settled on his shoulders. “What are you doing?” You felt your stomach tense as he rubbed himself against you.

“Feeling you up.” He said while you gasped again as his tip hit the top of your clit. He kept rubbing himself between your folds as you held onto him, kissing his lips.

You felt his cock twitch against your lips, making you squirm while he groaned.

“I’m close.” He mumbled, one of your hands coming up to his chin to tilt it upwards. 

“Look into my eyes as you cum on my pussy.” You whispered, making him shoot his eyes open and stare at you, his blue eyes burning into yours.

When he started letting out grunts you knew he was really close. His dick twitching, you took one of your hands and slid it down on your body, reaching his tip.

You started working your fingers on it, smiling at the view of your husband trying to contain his pleasure.

“Let it all out.” You mumbled. “I want to hear you.” Your hand went up from his chin to his cheek, your thumb rubbing against his flesh while your fingers on the other hand worked faster on his tip.

“Fuck!” He gasped and tried tilting his head back as you felt his seed shoot on your pussy, his tip smearing it everywhere.

You grabbed the back of his head and held him to look in your eyes as he came down from his high.

Your fingers that were on his tip now were rubbing your clit with his cum dripping down on it. You let out a mewl as his cock softened, but his calloused fingers took the place of yours and started to collect the smeared come.

Once he was sure he collected most of his he pressed two of his fingers into you, making you dig your heels into his back as he fingered you.

“Hayden.” You tilted your head against the tiles while he stared up at you, that smug smile on his face while his fingers brushed against your G-spot.

“I feel you.” He murmured while you moaned. “Come on my fingers Sweetheart.” Your hands immediately flew to his hair, grabbing it and tilting his head upwards so you could kiss him again.

“Oh my fucking god.” You writhed as he kept fucking his fingers into you. The coil in your stomach was so tight, and it suddenly popped making you scream his name as some tears flew out of your eyes at how powerful your orgasm was.

Hayden then rested his forehead against yours kissing your nose, cheeks and your forehead too, eventually giving you a big kiss on the lips and placing you down on the tiles while still holding you.

“This was amazing.” He said while you held into him, kissing his neck.

“Better than jacking off alone?” You teased while he groaned and made you laugh.

“Surely, Sweetheart."

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© FLORSIALS

hayden christensen · anakin skywalker · james kelly · clayton beresford jr. · sam monroe · scott barringer

[kyrasworldd]

❀.ೃ where the forbidden fruit resides

warnings : 18+ MINORS DNI - switch!rick, switch!reader, strangulation, degradation + humiliation, semi-public sex?, religious references, paranoia + insanity through rick, age gap !

pairings : rick grimes x gn!greene!reader -s3

word count : 2.5k

songs i listened to while writing : all wound up, come undone, inbred, gibson girl, unpunishable, Dante, hush, ptolemaea

a/n : definitely didn't come up with this idea drunk... dark religious smut from me once again lolollolol. grimelings were a very big help in making this so love u guys ;))

It was wrong of him to fantasise about you, especially in the way he was.

His cock jittered beneath his tauten grip, stroking the flesh in painfully slow strokes as he disgustingly relished the feeling and thought behind what he was doing. Maybe him doing this was some sort of coping mechanism, something to put his mind off all the death he had endured, something to put his mind off of Lori. Even then, it was far from right, matter of fact, it was so, so wrong.

Still, he continued, hips lifting up in tandem to the flicks of his wrist, letting out quickened and quiet pants as he chased the release that was building, the release that was most unfortunately at the thought of you.

He imagined how it would feel to touch you, to feel your smoothed skin against the coarseness of his own, how it would feel to have his cock inside of you, using you as he pleased, touching you when he knew he couldn't.

Just the thought of touching something that he wasn't supposed to had him nearing his edge, biting down on the insides of his cheeks hard enough to draw blood. The metal of the beds frame was cold against the skin, numbing the nape of his neck as his hand moved at a faster pace than before. He was bumpy now, folding into himself quicker than he had expected and beginning to spasm at his fist, small squirts of cum left to rest on his skin, a reminder of what he’d just done.

The euphoric feeling settled, replacing itself with the guilt he had been prone to feel after the numerous times he had done this. And every time, he would tell himself the exact same thing. He wouldn't do this again.

The next morning, Rick awoke as he usually did, wiping a hand over his face as he forces himself up and out of his cell. Usually, nobody would be awake this early in the morning and for rick, that was great. He enjoyed having a little normalcy of his old life from it, even if it was just the feeling of waking up early like he used too, he was grateful for it.

Walking over to Judith’s crib, he stops in his step, eyes glaring into the back of the person at the foot of the crib, seemingly holding the baby to their chest, doing what he was hoping to. But you’d beat him to it.

Looking at you now, his mind as sickened as it was, had him recollecting what he’d been doing the night before, what he’d been doing a lot of these nights over the past few weeks. His mind forced him to remember how he had been fucking himself to the thought of you and only you. Now, as you held Judith in your arms who showed no signs of irritation, it did nothing to stop these thoughts he was having of you. More so, it made them worse.

Turning on your heel, the sight of Rick has you smiling instantly, a soft expression as you come eye to eye with the father of the child you were so happily looking after.

‘Hey Rick!… you wanna hold her?’

You ask, voice holding the same familiar cheery innocence it always held as you hold Judith to your chest, letting the baby girl nestle into you comfortably. Even with the things you’d seen, you stayed just as you were when he had met you at the farm, pure. And it really got him going.

The sight of you holding his daughter has his mind racing, thoughts he usually had into the night creeping up on him all at once - fuck, he had to control himself.

‘yeah- yeah, sure’

He stammers, eyes dragging awkwardly across the floor as the shame rises, no longer able to meet your own eyes until you pass him Judith, only meeting for a split second before he turns away in shame.

It was unfair how beautiful you could look without trying. The purse of your lips as you watched him, how attentively you cared for a child that wasn’t even yours, the delicate cross that sat where your collarbones met… it was all so attractive for him, especially when he knew it shouldn’t have been.

So there he was again, choosing to fist his cock instead of trying to get these thoughts of you he’d been plagued with out of sick head. Knowing you were sleeping in the cell block beside him, nimble body curled up in the sheets, scarless and sweet unlike himself, had him getting hotter already.

He didn’t know what it was with you… was it the fact you hadn’t killed a walker? not even once?, or was it how even as leader, he wanted something he knew he couldn’t? somebody far too young for him and somebody who was untouched by the sins he was infected by. you were the perfect example of a christian, just as your father had intended you to be.

The thought, once again, had him whurring towards his release, rocking his hips up faster as he hissed under his breath, trying his hardest to keep himself down. But he just couldn’t.

Your name slipped from his lips before he could stop himself, a soft whimper, but, saying your name aloud made it real. That didn’t mean he was going to stop though.

‘Rick…?’

The sleepy husk of your voice hits him far too late and when it had, he turns his head on tandem, tugging the sheets to cover him in the best way he can, sweat-slicking down strands of hair to his temple.He gulps stiffly, hoping you hadn’t seen what he was doing, or even heard for that matter as he watches you from outside of his cell, eyes reaching your own in the darkness of the cell block outside.

‘y/n… somethin’ wrong darlin’?’

He asks, voice hoarse as he chooses to feign innocence, only thing he could possibly think to do after being caught by the exact person his actions were over. The nickname, used ever so cruelly, has you smiling shyly, just in the way he wanted.

‘can i come in…? I need to talk to you.’

The question, as wonderful as it sounded coming from yourself, has him at a loss for words. His body, still slick and aching under the covers from what you may have seen him doing, froze at the words you spoke. If you had caught him, why were you acting so oblivious to it? Were you feigning this innocence just as he was?… Maybe the fruit that Hershel had nurtured so patiently wasn’t as perfect as he had thought it to be after all.

‘Yeah- um, come on in’

He ends up replying just a few seconds after, little disorientated but still, sitting up enough for the sheets to bunch around his waist, up against the low-value metal of the prison’s beds, adjusting himself in the best way he could when you come through. You make an effort to move the bars of the cell shut quietly in the lateness of the night, being weary to not wake anybody else up.

You move as carefully as you usually do, being sure to not meet Rick’s observant eyes in the blackness of the space, saved by the light of the moon coming through the prison’s musty block windows, reflecting off your own skin. Sitting on the edge of the bed, the aged springs creak beneath your weight as you settle, fingers fidgeting upon your lap as you struggle to find the words that are tangled and torn through ‘nerves’.

‘I think- I’ve done something bad.’

The words that leave your lips have Rick left confused, leading him to lean in further towards you in reaction, eyebrows furrowed in the slightest at his crow’s feet. He makes a wordless response through expression, the anxiousness that was coming off of you in vast waves washing off onto him aswell.

‘You have too… haven't you, Rick?’

Now that gets him.

‘I’m sorry?’

The way you've turned to him now, eyes staring right back at his own, as if you’re trying to challenge him has him raddled, eyebrows still drawn in confusion where they meet but now, much lighter than they had been before, trying to stay calm, even under your hardened gaze.

‘You heard me.’

Your voice, suddenly strong but wavering on its edges has him even more confused. Not once had you defied him, or anybody else for that matter. So, why were you here, in his cell, demeaning him for the actions you had very clearly saw him do. He’d expected you to run back and tell your father if you’d ever caught him, just as a sheep would to their shepherds but instead, you were coming face to face with him on the matter instead. And that scared him a little.

‘y/n, you should go-’

His confusion on the whatever was happening right now is further intensified when you lunge forward, lips colliding with his own in a way that borders on desperation, in a way that makes it seem that you had been wanting this just as bad as he had been fucking himself these nights over it too.

He didn't push back. He matches your intensity, hauling you swiftly to settle atop of him, wasting no time to rid you of your sleeping shirt, adorning your neck with kisses as he does so.

The stir of his cock under the thinned sheets has you rasping out a moan from your throat, the noise muffled by your lips that are pressed against his own again. In response to the stirring of his cock from his earlier activities, you move your hand down, entering the confined area underneath the covers, heat of his member warming your hand before it's even touched.

‘knew I saw you doing this’

You cant’t help but tease as your hand comes into contact with his throbbing cock, a kittenish smile making its way onto your face as you watch him bite back a whimper, eyes fallen low as he looks back at you, feral and submissive, making you move further down onto the print.

Your hips move slowly at first, mirroring the strokes you give to his shaft under the covers, dainty necklace falling back and forth against where your collarbones meet as you rub against him, the movement of the silver cross piece catching his eye and turning him on all the more. And you catch him, just before he leans his head back against the colder wall, paint flaking down as his head falls against the brick.

‘You want this as well?’

You press, taking the jewellery around the neck and lacing it around your fingers, smirking down at the man who's now a whimpering mess for the little you’re giving him.

‘y/n- jus’ shut up’

He grunts out, eyes flickering back open from where he rests against the wall, watching as you tease him, the humility of it making him want to turn you over and fuck you senseless for the way you were speaking to him, the way you were making him feel inferior for being caught acting in the way that he had for you. You were nowhere near as innocent as he had believed you to be, as you acted for everybody else… really, you were worse than he was.

‘what? cmon Rick use your words’

You tease further, leaning forward so that your breath can mingle with his own, the hotness of it leaving the two of you dizzy, even with the passion of the moment, hips still moving slowly against his clothed cock and stroking painfully slow, the slickness of his tip proving just how bad you were teasing him. And he’d had enough.

Before you can respond with another quip, he’s got you, body now strewn atop of your own, holding you down by your wrists, settled on the sides of your head in an almost painful grip. The aggression he shows makes you still for just a moment, breaths quickened as you stare back at him, seeing the primal lust within his irises.

‘I told you to shut up.’

He voices, tone harsher than it had ever been used on you. You can’t help but flutter at this new aggression he shows, hips lifting up instinctively as your held in place, his now naked dick pressed against your thigh teasingly.

‘looks who's desperate now…’

He quips, reiterating your earlier teases and watching you squirm because of it. The sight has his cock pulsating, hardening more than he had thought possible. He needed to fuck you, and fast.

So, he works on instinct, moving at an unbridled pace to get your clothes off, so far as ripping at the underwear you wore, just to get to where he needed most.

The moment he moves in, he knows you’ll squeal. His hand moves immediately to your mouth, allowing you to bite down on the roughened skin of his palm as he holds it across, pressing your further into the mattress with it. The violent and desperate feel of his hand pressing into your jaw bone at both sides has you biting deeper into his skin, moaning around the muscle and leading him to buck further inside of you.

At the sight of the silver piece around your virginial neck, acting as a constant reminder of who you were, he groans, taking the piece between his own fingers this time and leaning down, fucking you faster as he does so.

The tangle of the chain in-between his fingers leads it to strain around your neck, silver digging into the unblemished skin, choking your moans and blabbers from the effects of his cock. But Rick dosent stop. Instead, he holds the jewellery tighter, watching you choke quietly from the restraint, getting off on the sight faster than he ever had to only the thought of you with his fist.

‘You like that, don’t ya’?… ain’t so innocent after all.’

He quirks, letting go off the restraint the chain holds around your neck, just enough for you to respond. But all you can do is nod submissively, biting down on your perfectly pursed lips enough to draw blood as he moves with a set pace in and out of you, rough in his movements.

The feeling he gives you is beyond explicable, something you knew that the two of you wouldn’t be forgetting anytime sooner. The way he's talking to you, all wound up and domineering has you nearing your edge faster than you had hoped, clinging onto whatever skin you could grasp of his, pulling him impossibly closer.

‘Faster- faster’

The words roll right off your tongue desperately, almost in a babble as he follows your request, moving rapidly into you now, bordering on painful. And with that, his hips stutter, spilling into your heat with a muffled groan against the slick skin of your neck, leading you to follow at the sensation of his seed settling inside of you.

The cross he had once gripped so tightly falls back against your neck, the chain having left its mark against the skin, cut and bruising at the bone. But, the forbidden fruit had already been bruised to begin with, had it not?

©kyrasworldd 2026

@rickgrimesismyboyfriend @rottingwaif52 @kitty-grimes @twd-bee3 @rickgrimes-cupid @lovestriuck @rosey1981 @cottagebabyy @shtgshdrnit

[ficss4randomfandoms]

negan drabble

he just railed you into next year, seeing stars still and he gets off you with a small kiss and wipes you down. he chucked your clothes back at you and very sternly to get your pretty ass up. he pulls on his pants and looks over at you still recovering. he sat at the end of the bed and reached his hand to rest on your knee. your eyes fluttered open at the touch of him again, breath catching in your throat. he smiles that famous smile and grabs your clothes. he helps you dress and stands you up, pulling you against him. with hands on your hips he grips them firmly and scans over your body. lust started to cloud his eyes again until he heard the voice of dwight approaching the door. he let out a small groan of frustration and removed a hand from your waist to grab you a gun. dwight comes in and sees you two standing in the small kitchen. he tells negan its time to go, negan looks at you then back at dwight and rolls his eyes. he grabs lucille and your hand, guiding you out of the room and outside like you havent been there before. he pays no attention to the fact that your legs are still shaking slightly when pulls you onto his lap while he talked to eugene about a deal.