Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary:Reader wants to eat the breakfast Chris has cooked for her, but he has other plans. Blame your too sexy denim shorts! Word Count: 1.7k Genre: NSFW/SMUT Warning:Long detailed oral sex (female receiving).
Gifs used below aren’t mine,
credit to the rightful owners.
Freshly out of your morning shower, you finished adding the last touches to your light makeup after you had gotten dressed in your favorite denim shorts and a white cotton blouse.
Walking in the kitchen, you followed the smell of the pancakes and fresh fruits that Chris had cooked, accompanied by the exotic effluvia of hot coffee. You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend too busy to notice your presence as his back was turned to you, humming the slow melody of a song you both loved.
You walked up to him and folded your arms around his broad chest, wrapped by his Henley shirt, planting a longing and loving kiss at the back of his neck as he smiled widely.
“Hmm, what did I do so special for you to cook this morning?” You murmured.
“You came into my life,” Chris accompanied your mocking laugh and you moved your body to rest against the counter, standing next to him.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about our trip to Boston next week and…” you trailed off, noticing Chris’ baby blue gaze remaining locked on your frame. “What, you don’t like the outfit?“ You interrogated, checking out, yet he didn’t answer and kept looking at you.
His gaze was so ardent that you almost forgot how to breathe properly. Every time your man laid his eyes on you with such fierce, you felt the desire rising inside.
Your boyfriend eventually looked up at your blown eyes, licking his full lips and you could see his pupils dilating slowly as he drank in the view from his orbs like he had been in the desert for long days of a burning hot summer.
Would you ever do like John Wick kissing or like cuddling or just being happy with another individual preferences...? 😁😁 I've been really nervous to ask but I thought I would now... ❤️
*takes my headcanons out, brushes the dust off of them* HELLO.
Is very picky about cuddling, more specifically, he’s very keen on letting you know when he’s feeling up to cuddling. Some nights, he does lay down without the want to being snuggled, and it’s something you’ve gotten used to. John likes his space, and you respect that.
The nights when he is in a cuddling mood, you can bet he’s the big spoon. He loves to hold you, loves to brush his fingers up and down your bare arms, feeling you react to his touch. It gives him a sense of calm and peace. Even with all the death that lays on his fingertips, he can still find touching something so gentle and smooth indulging.
Wraps his entire arms around you, pulls you to him and digs his face into your neck. Loves to feel your hands playing circles on the skin of his forearms and absolutely adores when you entwine your hands with his.
Occasionally, he’ll give in and let you be the big spoon. Which, is always a fun time considering John is much larger than you are and you end up with one leg around his waist, the other bent against the small of his back as you rest your face in the nape of his neck. Sometimes, you pepper kisses there because you know it’s one of his weak spots and he’s somewhat ticklish there.
Imagine John holding you, then all of a sudden, he’s got you pinned to the bed. He’s straddling you, gently and making sure that all of his weight isn’t resting on you. He cups your face with one hand and holds your hand with the other before leaning down and grazing his lips against yours. Shutting his eyes, John rests his forehead against yours and sighs quietly. He doesn’t know what he deserved to receive such a great and loving partner with what he had done in his life.
John rubbing his beard against your cheek when he’s in a playful mood.
He knows you like it even though you complain about it being “scratchy”.
Laughing when he does this before giving him soft kiss to his lips.
John waking up in the morning, going to the kitchen and seeing you making breakfast in one of his dress shirts. From the way it’s hanging on your body, he can tell that only a few buttons were buttoned, probably in the middle and enough to cover your cleavage.
He sneaks up behind you, wraps his arms around your waist before giving you a warm kiss to the side of your neck. This is what it felt like to have security.
Catching him looking at you from across the room and giving him a warm smile when you do. He continues to stare before smiling back at you slightly.
He doesn’t even care that you caught him staring. If anything, he’s happy that you did because now you know that he’s always looking at you and always thinking about how much he truly loves you.
If he ever catches you looking at him from across the room, you either give him a smile or you look away and pretend you weren’t looking. And when you gaze back at him to find him still staring, you laugh and stick your tongue out.
John is naturally overly protective and will shoot anyone a death glare who seems to disrespect you.
That cashier? Yeah, they were giving you unlimited amount of sass, so John just stares them down and gets them to shut up. When you leave after paying, he gives them a few pointers. Mainly, that they shouldn’t treat you that way because you didn’t deserve it. If anything, you deserved absolute respect.
If the two of you are walking together, John always stands closest to the sidewalk. Just a precaution and to be careful in case any accidents happen on the street, he can protect you from them.
Has a keen sense and knowledge of when other guys are flirting with you. His height and his appearance makes it easy to scare away guys who are hitting on you. Luckily, so far he hasn’t had to hurt anyone who’s gotten too close to you, but a few glares and a few jabs have been sent their way as a warning not to mess with you.
The serene moments when John actually talks to you about his life before he met you. The details are always skewed, and he doesn’t always answer your questions right away, but over the years that you’d known him, you’d started to build what he did, what he regrets and what he doesn’t.
Whenever he talks to you about it, he always reassures you by brushing your hair back and giving a kiss to your forehead. You helped him leave that life behind him, and for that, he was thankful. Because, now he had you. He had a life, he had love. Things he never really had all to himself before. And he’d make sure to hold onto as tightly as he could.
John learns that love is something that is not just given randomly. You fell in love with him, and he fell in love with you. That’s all there is to it.
I HAVE SO MANY MORE BUT I DONT HAVE THE TIME TO TYPE THEM ALL OUT RIGHT NOW. *SCREAMS* Reblogs and likes are appreciated. Thanks guys :)
Can I please request either a Newt/reader imagine or HC of Newt introducing his fiance to Theseus?
Yes! Yes to everything with Theseus!! So, I know we don’t know much of him yet. Aside from the war hero, so I’m going with what I feel his brother would be like. Also, my vote for his looks goes to Tom Hardy because he daddy.
Imagine: Newt introducing you to his brother, Theseus.
It was these moments that truly tested your bravery, these moments where you felt your heart going nuts in your chest and your hands growing clammy. But, anything to make Newt Scamander happy, you told yourself. He was your boyfriend after all, and if meeting a member of his family meant making him smile then you’d do it.
“Are you alright, darling?”
Newt brushed a strand of hair from your face, giving you his charming smile and kissing you softly on the lips. He could tell you were nervous, but you had nothing to worry for. He loved you, and as protective as his older brother could be, he knew Theseus would grow to love you as well.
“Y-Yes…sorry, I’m just…are you sure he’s going to like me?”
Newt chuckled at you, bringing you into his warm embrace. “Why wouldn’t he? You’re perfect, my love.”
His words, though sweet, didn’t settle your nerves. Theseus was a war hero, a well known and highly loved wizard. And his younger brother was now a respected magizoologist. How could you possibly become part of this family?
Newt slid his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together as he led you inside the small cafe. They had both agreed to meet over tea, to which Newt had promised you’d come along. The sound of people chatting and laughing filled the quaint place, only easing your discomfort a little. You walked with Newt towards a corner booth, breath stopping when you saw a tall man, strong of build, and very stern expression, sitting against the window. He had a cup of tea already before him, and he rubbed his beard in thought while he gazed outside at the people walking about.
Newt spoke up, offering his kin a smile as he stood before the booth. Theseus Scamander glanced up, his lips stretching into a grin as he stood. “You seem well, brother. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. You’ve grown.”
Newt let go of your hand, giving his brother an awkward, yet loving hug. “Yes, it has.”
You shuffled nervously next to them both, gulping down the lump you felt growing in your throat. Theseus let go of Newt, his gaze now turning to you. He looked you up and down, as if he was assessing the very woman that managed to steal his younger brother’s heart.
“You must be, Y/N.”
You blushed when he stared intently at you, and you nodded furiously as you extended your hand. “Yes! Um…its a pleasure to meet you. Newt speaks very highly of you.”
Theseus smiled, grabbing your hand and turning it over as he kissed the back of it. “The pleasure is all mine.”
Your eyes widened slightly, not expecting this highly praised man to be so…gentlemanly. Yet, the Scamander men must all be so charming.
Newt took a seat in the booth, sliding over as he allowed you to sit next to him. Theseus took his seat again, stirring his tea as he took a sip.
“When my brother sent me a letter speaking of you, I admit I was concerned. He was never one for romance…”
Newt seemed uncomfortable with the topic change, but he just grabbed your hand under the table and gave it a slight squeeze.
“I always imagined he’d stay alone forever, holed up in that case of his.”
Theseus chuckled at his younger brother’s embarrassment, but he continued none the less.
“He’s not very keen on the company of other wizards or witches. I must admit…”
He leaned forward, clasping his hands together as he stared straight at you. “You’re very beautiful.”
Your cheeks lit up a thousand shades of red, and Newt frowned at his older brother for flirting.
“Theseus…” He warned, clearly not amused by the older man’s joking nature.
Theseus just sat back again, laughing at the way Newt became protective of you. He always loved teasing his brother, Newt was never one to fall for the bait when it came to others but with Theseus he always did.
“I’m simply amazed that you managed to find such a lovely woman, Newt. Not every woman is willing to put up with a man who cares for magical creatures in these times.”
You smiled shyly, looking at your boyfriend as he glared at his brother. They seemed to have such a lovely dynamic, and for some reason you began to feel more at ease around Theseus.
“Be good to her, brother. Or I may have to sweep her off her feet instead.”
Pairing: Crowley x Reader Word count: 550 Warnings: Smut. Oral Sex (Female) Request: ( Anonymous ) Yay, you reopened your requests! Could you please do a humorous smutty fic with either Lucifer or Crowley - where they often verbally fight with a female reader and it’s loaded with sexual tension underneath, so when the reader says “Eat me!” meaning like “fuck off” then Lucifer/ Crowley takes it literary and just “as you wish” and snaps their clothes off, starting to eat them out? :)
Warnings: SMUT. Oral (female receiving). And swearing.
Word count: 1.6k
A/N: Guys, this is my first proper smut so any feedback would be appreciated. If it’s crap, tell me to stop. If it’s ok please tell me so!
You woke up confused with the commotion happening in your bedroom. You lived alone and the only person who had a spare key was your boyfriend, one and only James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, Captain America’s best friend and recent villain-turned-hero. You gave him the key in case of emergency. Apparently late night shenanigans were what he considered an emergency.
A/N: I saw the gif below and immediately thought of Jensen
as a teacher bending me over a desk and I thought I should share the fantasy with
you all. Enjoy!!
Everyone else was counting down the seconds to the final
bell signifying summer, graduation, and the final end of your undergraduate
You were watching Mr. Ackles bend over to grab a textbook
and then squat down to take a closer look.
Standing back up and turning his eyes raised to find yours.
His signature wink made you shift in your seat as you bit at your lip.
Seconds before the bell rang he crossed to the classroom
door and blocked it as kids groaned. “I know, I know, I just want you all to
know that I enjoyed having you in my class. Good luck to you seniors, don’t
trip on the stage.” His laugh rippled through his body as he looked up at the
Just as the bell rang he turned back to the class, saluting.
“It’s been a pleasure, now get out.”
Everyone grabbed their bags, heading out and making plans
for the night. You motioned your friends to go ahead, making some excuse you
had to talk to him about a grade or something.
“Hey Mr. Ackles,” he just laughed and shook his head.
“I told you guys to call me Jensen, I’m just an associate
professor, no need to be too formal.”
“Well, Jensen, I need you to take a look at something for
me. I’m turning in a late assignment for another class. We had to write what
our goal for this semester was and if we achieved it. Can you take a look at
it?” Jensen smiled and took the paper, walking back to the front table, not
noticing you flip the lock on the door.
This semester started with the goal to
graduate, pass all my classes, and finally finish my degree. When I saw Mr.
Jensen Ackles walk into my classroom though, goals changed. Now all I could
think about was ripping his tie off, running my fingers through that sexy hair,
palming the delicious looking bulge in the front of his pants, among other things.
Summary: While your father and Carl are away you decide to cook them a meal but you get an unexpected visit from Negan. Warnings: smut, light choking, Negan’s vocabulary
Your father and Carl were out again scavenging for Negan. Which meant that you were left alone to look after Judith
and the house. You decided to prepare dinner for everyone when they get back,
so you headed to the kithen and grabbed everything you needed to prepare a delicious dish. It was around 6pm when you heard the rumbling of an
engine. Looking through the window of your house you saw that familiar RV which didn’t belong to your father and
your heart skipped a beat. The vehicles came to an end and out of one came
Negan. He was greeted by one of the people from Alexandria. They were talking about
something but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Suddenly Negan’s
head turned to your house and saw you staring through the window. He smiled and
nodded his head then headed towards your house.
You heard the opening of a door. “Open up
it’s the big bad wolf!” the deep sound of Negan’s voice boomed throughout the
isn’t here!” you hurriedly tried to explain before he could invite himself
further inside the house. But of course that didn’t stop him, he walked through
the hallway and sat on the sofa in the living room with you trailing behind
guess I’m going to have to fucking wait for him then.” He placed his baseball bat
near him and laid down on the sofa with his hands behind his head as if he owned this house. “Wait a
minute… do I smell food?” he asked as the scent of cooked food was filling the
“Yes, I was
just preparing dinner for my family.” You tried to explain as you fiddled with
fucking thank you! My stomach was just starting to eat itself, so hurry up and set
the fucking table. Bring that little angle, too. We are going to eat like a fucking
family!” he said happily with a big smile on his face. You didn’t want to
disobey him so you quickly ran upstairs to pick up Judith and brought her
downstairs. You started putting plates and utensils on the table
while Negan slowly walked and sat on one of the chairs. When you were done you
joined Negan on the opposite side of the table. Unfortunately, he had other
plans and he quickly made a noise of disapproval with his tongue.
sweetheart, come and sit close to me.” You stood up from your safe place and moved to sit
next to him. He looked at you with a smug expression on his face while he was
eating but you didn’t want to make eye contact with him. Just when you were about done eating he put
his hand on your thigh and started rubbing it, you bit your lip before a moan
left your lips. The dress that you were wearing slowly started to rise up due to his hand.
know you’re giving me a fucking hard on when you play housewife like that?” He
whispered in your ear which gave you goosebumps. You cleared your throat and
stood up from your chair.
“Are you done?
Can I clean the dishes?” you asked as if nothing happened and reached
for the dishes. As you were
walking away you heard him say “Oh, honey I’m just getting started.” You turned
on the water and started cleaning the dishes. You looked through your window
and saw that it was pitch black, no one was outside. You felt Negan’s
presence behind you.
your crew is waiting outside for you. You should leave.” your voice was harsh and it
made Negan sigh with amusement.
sure you want me to, sweetheart?” he asked, his breath tickling your neck as he
pressed himself against your back. Your breath caught in your throat when his
beard started rubbing against the skin on the back of your neck leaving soft kisses. In an attempt to push him off while squirming you ended up rubbing his groin. Negan
laughed at your failed athempt and pushed you further against the sink, trapping
you between his body and the sink.
someone will find out.” You said looking out the window that is just above the sink.
no one is up this fucking late.” Negan whispered raspily, before he slid his hand
under your red dress and into your underwear while his other one wrapped
tightly around your waist so your chance of escape was limited… not that youwanted to escape. Your breath was
getting heavier by the second and you felt as if your heart was going to burst
out of your chest. He continued softly kissing your neck which made you softly
moan at the sensation.
know how fucking hard you make me every time I see you. And that dress, fuck
your giving me blue balls just by looking at you.” He huskily whispered into
your neck, as moans and groans started steadily filling the house, he finally inserted
a finger into your wet cunt and started pumping it. Soon after he added
another one and you started rolling your hips against Negan’s palm. The way his
fingers curled inside you hitting that certain spot made your eyes roll
please, make me come.” You whispered-yelled when you began to feel the heat in
your lower stomach.
You began to grind your hips against his palm, trying to get the most
satisfaction out of the situation. Moans began to fill the room each one louder
than the last. Thankfully the walls where very thick for your sounds to
transfer outside. From the window you could see that most houses had their lights
off, which meant that they have gone to sleep.
Without any warning he pulled his fingers out and hooked them around your
panties bringing them down easily. You stepped out of them and Negan grabbed
your leg to put it on top of the counter. He pulled your dress up and slapped your ass
once. Now he had an easier access to fucking you.
want my big dick in your tight little pink pussy.” He roared and you heard the
sound of a zipper and the rustling of pants.
“Oh god yes,
please Negan fuck me!” you literally begged him. You hadn’t had sex
in god knows how long and you needed it. He slid in easily and gave you
almost no time to adjust when he set the pace. He was hitting the perfect spot to take you over the edge and you didn’t know how long you could last. You grabbed the sink for support
until your knuckles where turning white. He grabbed your throat firmly but not
too tight to hurt you.
close, fuck, harder, yeah right there!” you were encouraging him as you were nearing
baby come on my dick, squeeze that tight little pussy around me.” His dirty
talk was enough to get you thought the edge. He continued to trust into you
as you rode your climax off. When he was done he zipped his pants up and
started walking towards Lucille. It took you time to put yourself back together but once you looked somewhat presentable you followed
quickly after him.
thanks for the delicious dinner, but
my crew is waiting for me.” He smirked and started walking to the door. “I’m
sure I’ll be coming here quite often.” He said as he shut the door behind him.
Requested by Anon:
Can you do one with Tyler seguin where you get really sick and he takes care of you? [Enjoy!:)]
Word count: 829
Usually, when you hear the front door click, you run to the
foyer to meet Tyler or to the kitchen where you try to look busy. Tonight,
though, you pull the covers higher until half of your face is under them. The
lights are turned off except for the one on the bathroom vanity, filtering out
a little. You curled into your body even more and closed your eyes tight.
I love how the director/writer played off Obi-Wan knowing Ezra’s name as Jedi mystique even though visual inference tells us that Chopper likely debriefed Obi-Wan Kenobi on the purpose of Ezra’s visit and Kenobi asked Chopper the questions first into order to assess what Ezra needed.
Obi-Wan Kenobi: Now that I’ve fixed you little droid, as we wait for that probably dehydrated youth to wake up, tell me the purpose of your journey.
Kenobi:(rubbing beard) Hm, hmmmm, but I do not recall a Kanan Jarrus at the Temple…
Kenobi:Maul’s back? And this was the result of a complicated botched mission to Malachor? Ahsoka fought Vader….
Kenobi:(rubbing beard) And this Kanan Jarrus’s little apprentice decided to go out and warn me?
Chopper: (sipping hot chocolate) Bep-Bepbep-bep. (sips drink)
Kenobi:(sipping hot choco) What, no, tell me more! So did Kanan Jarrus return to Hera’s arms for not? Did they make out? Did that Grand Inquisitor get defeated? What happened to Eighth Brother? Will that Mandalorian Sabine return to her family-
Kenobi: Oh, kid’s awake, dang it, no more story. (Flings hot choco mug at the side and assumes a mystique poise at the campfire)
Oh! Oh! Can I request a Negan x reader fic where the reader just turned 18 and Negan shares her first drink with her which leads to the bedroom? I got my fingers crossed for a little freaky-Deaky. 🤞🏻❤️ @fandomfreak202
sorry this took a decade to get out! hope you enjoy! x
February. Red circle? Shit. Why did I circle today?” you thought curiously,
looking up at your calendar, you had purchased from the sanctuary’s ‘store’
with your hard earned points. You had the job of laundry, mostly just the wives
dresses and lingerie. They frequently needed them washing, considering Negan
got through at least a minimum of two wives a day. You couldn’t deny your
jealousy, sitting on your ass all day and getting anything you wanted would be
nicer than having to go outside and deal with the post-apocalyptic world. You
knew Negan would never offer you the chance to become a wife, his pet names for
you were ‘kid’ or ‘little one’, making you feel like a three year-old. He would
never see you as a woman, always that kid.
You got ready for the day, grabbing your point’s sheet and
heading down to the washroom. Your friend, Malia was already down there,
working away without you. “Trying to get some extra points? Your a half an hour
early.” She quizzed, looking confused. “No, I’m just a little forgetful today.
I circled today on my calendar and I can’t remember why. Did I ever mention it
to you?” Malia shook her head, folding the top she was holding. “No. I can’t
remember you mentioning anything.” You sighed, feeling stumped. You knew that
it would annoy you until you remembered why today was so special.
You finished your 7 hour shift, placing the washboard back
in its holder. Malia had finished about
an hour ago, saying good night to you as it was getting dark when she left. You
wiped your face with a flannel, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead. You locked the door to the washroom behind
you, placing the key in your back pocket. You began walking back to your room,
located on the other side of the sanctuary. You took a turn to the left,
walking down the corridor that had the saviour’s rooms along it. Going up the
stairs, you came to the floor that housed the wives and their rooms. A pain of jealousy hit your heart, knowing
Negan was probably with one of them right now.
You came to your door, before Simon sneaked up on you from
behind, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!” he
exclaimed, as you turned your head to look at him. That’s what you had forgotten;
it was your birthday today! You didn’t really see the point in celebrating
birthdays anymore, but you didn’t want to put a damper on Simon’s mood. “Thank
you Si. What did you need me for?” You asked, just wanting to get a nice bath.
“Negan wants to see you in his room, asap.” he said, giving you one last hug
before walking off back to his duties.
You started to worry a little, if Negan asked you to visit him, it
wasn’t normally good. Last time, Dwight had been burnt by Negan. You couldn’t
think of anything you might have done to piss him off, so you hoped it wasn’t
anything negative. You walked further upstairs, onto the floor of Negan’s room.
This floor was reserved for Negan and his top guys, making you intimidated and
not worthy of being here. Negan’s door was placed at the end of the hallway,
every step you took felt like a mile. You approached the door, breathing in and
out before knocking firmly on the door.
“Come in!” you heard him shout through the door, firm and
blunt. You pushed the handle down, opening the door with a slight creak. You popped your head around the door, seeing
Negan sat at his desk, leather jacket placed on the back of his suede desk
chair. “You wanted to see me, sir?” you addressed him, not knowing what your
words did to him. “Come on in sweetheart.” He beckoned you in with his fingers;
you feeling yourself swoon at his nickname. You walked further into the room,
his eyes watching your chest swell in the tight tank top you had on. “Don’t be
nervous, darlin’. I brought you in here because…” he started, opening one of
his wooden desk draws to reveal a bottle of whisky. “I want your first drink to
be with me.” He pulled the lid off with his teeth, grabbing two small glasses.
He guided you to the couch, sitting at the side of you. He placed the glasses
on the glass coffee table in front of the couches. He passed you one, clinking the glasses
together before you both gulped them down. You heaved at the taste, feeling the
alcohol burning your throat. “Don’t worry darlin’, you get used to the taste.”
“So you were a teacher? In a school? With children? And you
didn’t get fired, ever?” you asked in disbelief, feeling tipsy from the whisky
you and Negan had been sharing. “Hey now, I was a good fucking teacher. I do
wonder what happened to my students sometimes though, some of them were fucking
good but others were fucking shit.” He confessed, downing the leftover contents
of the glass. “Did they call you coach Negan? Or Mr Negan?” you giggled,
picturing Negan in a sports outfit, playing soccer or basketball. “Always
fucking sir, sweetheart. They showed me respect, just like you do doll. I like
that about you.” He smiled, edging closer to you.
“You know, being 21 now. I
don’t feel any different; I don’t feel like a woman. I mean, what 21 year old
hasn’t had sex before?” you sighed, not realising what you had let slip to your
crush. “You’re a virgin, doll? Oh my
goodness.” He said, getting up from the seat. “Please, don’t treat me like a
kid. Negan.” You sighed, walking over to him, grabbing onto his t-shirt to make
him stay. “I want this, I want you. I have for a while but you see me as some
dumb kid, don’t you?” you cried, letting the alcohol mess with your emotions.
“No sweetheart, I don’t see you as a dumb kid. I see you as an independent,
sexy grown woman. I’ve always wanted you, hell more than my fucking wives. I’ve
imagined you in every position possible, but I didn’t want to act on it because
of your age. I didn’t want to be the creepy old pervert.” He explained, his
eyes burning into yours. “Well, lucky for you. I’m into older guys anyway.” You
whispered into his ear, beginning to kiss under his earlobe. You heard him give
a low growl, picking you up, walking towards the couch again. He put you down,
spreading your legs so he could get in-between them. He placed his lips on
yours, his beard rubbing against your cheek. Your fingers ran through his
slicked back hair, as his hands grasped your waist. You ran your hands down his
chest, and put them up his t-shirt, silently begging for him to take it off. He
whipped it off, disregarding it on the floor, his full attention on you. He
placed his hands on his belt, undoing it so he could get to his zipper.
He began to slide his trousers down his legs
as you took your top off, throwing it down near his t-shirt. You straddled him,
feeling his hardening cock through his boxer shorts. He ran his hands up your
back, unclasping your bra. As soon as your breasts were exposed, he took your
right nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing. You moaned, grabbing onto his
hair. You broke away from him, so you could take off the rest of your clothes.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this babygirl.” He gasped,
pulling your naked body back on top of him. You put your hands down his boxer
shorts, grasping onto his hard cock. He moaned, bucking his hips slightly as he
lifted himself so you could slide them off his body. They fell like a pool at
the bottom of his feet, kicking them off before climbing back on top of you.
“Fuck, are you ready sweetheart?” he asked, you dripping with anticipation. “Yes
fuck!” you begged, Negan admiring you from above. He slid into your opening,
you fitting him like a glove. You felt a tight pain as he began at a slow pace,
knowing he didn’t want to hurt you. The pain started to subside the faster he
went, you easing more into it. “Fuck, Negan harder!” you moaned, wrapping your
legs around him, allowing him to go deeper. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so
fucking good!” he said, grabbing your legs from around him, placing them on his
shoulders. You gasped at the new feeling, pleasure building up in your core.
Negan could feel himself getting ready, not wanting to release before you.
“Come on baby, let me see that pretty cum face of yours.” He growled, hearing
your whimpers and moans bringing him closer to his own climax. You felt
yourself let go, along with a loud shout of Negan’s name. “Fuck, sweetheart.
Shit!” he swore, feeling him release inside you. He fell on top of you, making
sure not to crush your body in the process.
Because he has GOT to know so much shit on everybody. All t, all shade.
“Day 200. St. Augustine.
Dufresne thinks he can do the job of captain, now that his balls have dropped, Bates is dead and Billy is potential mermaid. Uses sword right- -side-up one time and suddenly thinks he’s Francis Drake. Actual Captain pretend moping but scheming with oily curl. Low on entertainment so will wait and see.”
“Day 202. The sea???
Betsy bit Silver. Revenge over terrible food most likely. Captain rubbing beard at 30 second intervals. Scheme implementation imminent.”
“Day 367. Freeport.
Captain looking at the Quartermaster like the sun shines out of his arse. Again. Gay.
Speaking of, need to ask Silver about his hair care routine. May have good tips.
Heard Billy tell Dobbs one day he’ll be Captain and then Flint will see. Then he bumped his big giant head into a beam that’s always been there. Not holding my breath for that one.
Am considering removing soul patch. Look ridiculous with all the bushy beards around here. Everyone sporting full muff on their face now, to show how tough they are. Pathetic.
Sword number two looking bent in weird shape. Concerning.”
“Day 549. Becalmed.
Do not understand why we are not allowed to eat the dairy goat. We are starving. How is that goat still alive???
DeGroot says she is officially married to one of the crew members and pirate law prohibits the murder of fellow matelot.
Have decided to eat Muldoon instead. Small, manageable, already dead. Not too much hair. Will convince crew I found hidden salted pork, where no one looked before. The things I do for them. Am too good for this crew.”
“Day 700. Nassau.
Am now fully convinced Captain stealing Quartermaster’s youth this whole time, in nefarious plan to remain immortal. Long, loving stares must be doing it. They are starting to look like a before and after pic. Ginger beard never looked more luscious. Am sticking with Captain. Sword number one looks sad though.”